#because i’m crazy like that tee hee

[lsleofthelost]

i still adore you

descendants trilogy (dir. kenny ortega)

isle of the lost - melissa de la cruz // if you like it or not - the brobecks // isle of the lost - melissa de la cruz // return to the isle of the lost - melissa de la cruz // the mark of athena - rick riordan // i'll give you the sun - jandy nelson //isle of the lost - melissa de la cruz // the song of achilles - madeline miller // trista mateer // isle of the lost - melissa de la cruz // a love like war (ft. vic fuentes) - all time low // letters to milena - franz kafka // habibi - tamino // lonely - natalie wee // a poem traveled down my arm- alice walker // no mercy - deathbyromy // hozier // wonderwall - oasis // albert camus // agua viva - clarice lispector //

#descendants web weaving #cyrano this is for u btw u r the one who understands them the way i understand them #omg this is so long but i started and just couldnt stop #full jal no brakes #i hope u all see the vision. its about loving before knowing what love is. its about finding the way to express it. #its about realising that THIS is love #descendants #jal #jay #mal #jay x mal #mine* #i have a reason and a long explanation for every single thing that’s on here #because i’m crazy like that tee hee

[ganjas-shit]

Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Warnings: sexual thoughts, angst, mentions of ptsd, Neil Hargrove, mentions of loneliness and isolation.

Pairings: main pairing Billy x reader, some slight Steve x reader

Summary: Your longing for an exciting romance finally comes true when Billy Hargrove becomes your next-door neighbor. But is love everything you thought it would be?

Authors note: hi everyone! I’m most likely going to be turning this into a series (don’t know how long yet) but I’m so very excited because this has been sitting in my drafts for about a year already and I’ve finally decided to just finish it. There will be eventual smut for this soooooooooooo yea tee hee anyways hope you guys like it! Btw the timeline I’m using is not the same as the one in the show.

Chapter 1: Sea of Stars, Chapter 2: You’re gonna to be okay.

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Love was something you deeply craved, something you longed for. As ridiculous as it sounds, you thought about it almost every day.

Having that one partner in crime; someone you can be reckless, wild, and free with. Someone who makes you forget about reality; someone who would do anything for you. Someone who knows the deepest, darkest parts of you.

For a while it became something you obsessed over.

Intimate, passionate, crazy love—blamed for the constant loneliness you felt. Your obsession with fictional romance failed to alleviate it. No amount of reading or watching could fill the cavity in your heart, that horrible feeling of emptiness in your chest.

Then Billy Hargrove became your next-door neighbor.

It all happened so fast.

Your belly erupted with a swarm of butterflies the moment his ocean-blue eyes met yours, as if the world paused just for that brief moment.

His dirty blonde curls and tan skin ignited something deep inside you. Soon enough, the emptiness in your chest was replaced by the fierce pounding of your heart.

Pretty boys came with a lot of attention, though, meaning Billy Hargrove came with a lot of attention.

Every girl threw themselves at him the moment he set foot in Hawkins High. And who could blame them? With a face like his, he was downright gorgeous. If you had the courage, you'd throw yourself at him too.

But for now, simply admiring him from a distance would suffice.

You took pride in that though. Who else can say they had a perfect view of Billy Hargrove almost every night through their window?

You spent countless nights watching him smoke cigarettes outside on the hood of his Camaro, admiring the way the moonlight hit his face as he was in deep thought about God knows what.

It was pretty hard not to look at Billy other than those nights through your window though...

In Mrs. Clarke's biology class, you'd often catch yourself staring at him. He'd sense your gaze and once smirked back at you, letting you know he felt your eyes on him.

And God, he would never forget the look on your face—wide-eyed and embarrassed as hell.

He thought it was the funniest thing in the world and he found it quite entertaining.

He found you quite entertaining.

Billy was so accustomed to girls throwing themselves at him; it was something he had gotten used to since he hit puberty. And although he enjoyed all the flirtatious looks and comments girls threw at him, he eventually grew bored of it.

However, you and Billy shared a common craving. Whether it was for love, excitement, intimacy, or entertainment, both of you yearned for something more.

.

“Shit guys, we totally forgot to hang up banners in the gym for tomorrow's basketball game!” You screamed like a madwoman startling the entire student council.

With just two minutes left until dismissal, exhaustion hung heavy in the air. The entire week had been a relentless blur of preparation for the school's stupid pep rally and its accompanying activities. By this point, everyone, including you, was over it.

As the bell rang, everyone dashed out of the classroom as if their lives depended on it. They gave you apologetic looks, patted your shoulder, and mumbled every excuse imaginable to avoid putting up those banners in the school gym.

“So fuck me huh?!” you yelled after them, throwing both your arms up in frustration before dropping them in defeat.

As head of the student council, you couldn't afford to procrastinate. The principal had emphasized that those banners had to be up and ready for tomorrow's game, or there would be consequences. That prick didn't intimidate you in the slightest, but, you had a reputation to maintain, and everything had to be flawless.

You huffed and grumbled as you entered the gym, your arms hugging a variety of large banners needing to be hung up. Your frustration completely blinded you to the sight of the gym full of shirtless basketball players.

Suddenly, a basketball collided with your shoulder at full speed, knocking the banners out of your arms.

The gym erupted in laughter.

“This isn't the student council club you do know that right kooks?” Tommy H. yelled from the court, laughing, trying so hard to impress his dickhead teammates.

Kooks.

They had given you that nickname after the scene you caused at Tina's Halloween party last year. It's the reason you no longer associate yourself with that crowd.

You remember it like it was yesterday.

You arrived at Tina's party with Tommy and Carol by your side, just one week after your harrowing experience of getting stuck in the Upside Down. It probably wasn't the wisest decision to be out, and you knew it. You had been home, cutting class, and ignoring their calls, and they had noticed a change in you. You were easily irritable and on edge. Carol even made a snide comment about how you'd probably been hanging out with Munson, snorting too much Special K.

According to them, you were a real drag to be around. So, they dragged you out of the house, urging you to let loose and forget about whatever it was you were dealing with. And so you did. You drank until you couldn't feel anymore, indulging in anything and everything that was being passed around.

Carol was never truly your friend; she was someone you grew up with and were kind of forced to know. She never really cared for you, so it was no surprise when you overheard her snickering with a few girls from the cheer squad.

They all eyed you up and down as you drunkenly swayed to the music.

“Wonder what hell she's been living; she's out of fucking control,” Carol remarked, smacking her gum as she laughed with the girls next to her, rolling her eyes at you.

Your ears perked up at her words, and they echoed in your head on a relentless loop, amplified by the effects of alcohol and marijuana.

Hell. Hell. Hell.

Images from that fateful night flooded your mind—the frantic sprint through the woods, the desperate attempt to escape the unknown terror pursuing you. You ran until your lungs burned and your legs gave out, only to find yourself in a place that resembled home but felt like a nightmare. It was as though you had fallen into a pit and landed in a realm you could only describe as hell. Darkness enveloped everything, the air thick with swirling black particles, and a monstrous creature hunted you down as if you were its final prey.

Tears welled up at the memory, and you couldn't hold back any longer. You had been bottling up your emotions, feeling isolated because what you had experienced sounded utterly unbelievable.

You charged at Carol and shoved her into the wall, causing picture frames of Tina's seemingly perfect family to crash to the floor.

Like the breaking picture frames, the smiles masking their true essence shattered that night, much like your own exterior, revealing the turmoil within.

You started to laugh manically, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Oh, Carol, you haven't seen hell,” you chuckled, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “It's right beneath this town, and it's anything but pretty. It's downright awful.”

Carol was frightened tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she felt powerless in this position.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem, Y/L/N? Get off of her!”Tommy yelled, rushing towards you and Carol, pulling you away from her.

You pushed him back. “Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me!” you yelled, your words laced with venom. He backed away, refocusing his attention on Carol, attempting to comfort her throbbing head.

The images flashed in your head: your screams, the Demogorgon, the overwhelming sense of isolation. You turned to face the party, and all eyes were on you as the music came to a sudden stop.

“How can you all just sit here and party,”you screamed, your voice growing louder, more terrifying with each word. Nobody dared to approach you or even attempt to calm you down. It was clear you were experiencing a psychotic break.

You hadn't spoken to Steve in months, ever since he started distancing himself from you, Tommy, and Carol. But you couldn't forget the moment when he threw you over his shoulder, with Nancy by his side, and dragged you out of that party.

That night, you cried until you fell asleep, finding comfort in the presence of Nancy Wheeler and your old friend Steve Harrington. When you woke up the next day, you found yourself in Nancy's bed, and they bombarded you with all sorts of questions. You ended up sharing the horrifying experiences you had down there, and for the first time in a long while, you didn't feel alone. Now, you were stuck with a new nickname and a family bonded by the traumas of the Upside Down.

You laughed at the memory but the anger you felt in the moment snapped you back to reality.

The basketball rolled to the side, catching your attention. With all eyes on you, including Billy's intrigued gaze, you felt an itch for release. Without a second thought, you picked up the ball and with one swift motion, threw it at full speed. It struck the side of Tommy's head, catching him completely by surprise as he was too preoccupied trying to make his teammates laugh.

“You do realize there's a basketball game tomorrow, right? Maybe you should practice your passes a little more, you fucking prick!” you shot back, mimicking his tone with a hint of venom.

The laughter in the gym was quickly replaced by a chorus of “oooh's,” and Tommy was visibly seething with anger, clutching the side of his head where the basketball had struck him.

“You're so lucky you're a girl, freak!” Tommy yelled, pointing his finger at you in frustration.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Your reaction sparked something in Billy's gut, a mix of amusement and something else. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, though you might not have noticed being too preoccupied with picking the banners up.

Before he even realized it, Billy found himself inexplicably drawn towards you, as if some invisible force was guiding his steps.

Like his legs had minds of their own.

“That was quite a throw,” a deep, angelic voice sounded from behind you. Shit, you had totally forgotten he was here.

“Those throws are especially reserved for dickheads,” you retorted without turning around, your face turning as red as a tomato.

Billy's chuckle caught you off guard, something you never thought you'd hear up close. As you started to walk off to finish what you came here for, you heard him clear his throat, stopping you in your tracks.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” he questioned, giving you no choice but to turn around and see what he was referring to.

And god all mighty

There he was, shirtless. His tan skin glistened with sweat, revealing defined abs and muscular arms. Geez, you could've passed out right then and there.

He wore a proud smirk, revealing a perfect set of teeth as he held out the tape you needed for the banners. You almost drooled at the sight of him, feeling your core heat up and your cheeks flush.

“Oh, uh—thanks” you nervously said, quickly grabbing the tape from his hand. Surprisingly, you still maintained eye contact. God, he loved the effect he had on you.

“You need any help with those?” he chuckled once again. That's twice now; one more and you might just jump on him.

“Don’t you have to get ready for tomorrow’s game?” You asked timidly.

Jesus, why did you care?

“They can’t overwork their star player sweetheart.” He winked, once again flashing his pearly whites

You died and went to heaven at this point.

Sweetheart? That wink?

Your mouth hung open and he left you speechless, like a crazed fan girl. You started to wonder how he’d look at you if you were on your knees taking all of him.

How he’d talk to you..

“Look at you taking all of me sweetheart.”

God you really needed to get your shit together.

“Come on sweetheart don’t leave me hanging,” he said as he waved his hand in your face, trying to bring you back to reality.

He really needed to stop calling you that.

“Um, yeah, I guess I could use a little help,” you said, swallowing harshly. Your gaze shifted from the banners in your hands to his lips.

You really hated how flustered you got around him but a small part of you loved these new feelings.

“Great.” he responded with a cheeky grin.

You found yourself not being much help; he took charge and handled the banner hanging almost entirely by himself. He insisted on doing it, claiming it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

Tommy looked over at the two of you, confused. Billy Hargrove being a gentleman, especially to the psycho? Hell must've frozen over, he thought.

With Billy taking on the work, you had no choice but to stand there, looking all pretty, as you ripped pieces of tape with your mouth and passed them to him. You guided him on how to position the banners into place.

You couldn't help but notice the way his back muscles flexed when he reached up to position the banner, sending a flutter through your stomach.

You’d never been this close to him.

It also didn’t help that he brushed his fingers against yours every time he went to grab a piece of tape from you. And with him on the stool, towering above you, looking down at you, there was plenty of room for imagination for you both.

You were convinced he was trying to fucking kill you. Was he aware of the effect he had on you?

Every touch from him sent every single nerve in your body into a frenzy.

And those were just your fingers; you could only imagine what would happen if his fingers touched the spot you longed for him the most.

In the past few weeks, Billy had noticed that he was always running into you one way or another. So, he decided he might as well make it fun.

You were different from the girls he usually pursued, and he liked that. It made things all the more exciting. Billy had learned a few things about you: you were timid but had a backbone, responsible (an assumption he made because you were the student council president), and not too worried about your appearance, which didn't really matter because you were already breathtakingly beautiful.

“LADIES, HUDDLE UP! HARGROVE, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” Coach Williams's voice rang out, snapping both you and Billy out of your thoughts.

Billy climbed off the step stool and leaned in towards your ear, catching you completely by surprise. He whispered, "Glad I can be of help, sweetheart. If you need help with anything else, I'm only one house away." With a smirk, he pulled back and left to return to his team captain duties.

The hot of this breath made your body shiver.

The look on your face was embarrassing, with your cheeks hot and your mouth slightly hanging open. Billy would never forget it; in fact, the mere sight of your mouth hanging open made him twitch in his pants as his imagination ran wild once again.

Your thoughts wouldn't allow you peace of mind as you finished tidying up the banners into place. Lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed that everyone had already left the gym, leaving you alone in the empty space.

The sound of the door gym doors opening startled you, snapping you back to reality.

You smiled at the sight of the tall brunette.

“Ah if it isn’t King Steve” you say teasingly, “or should I say EX King Steve who has been dethroned by the new California hottie.” You tease poking at his face

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Steve replied dryly swatting your fingers away, taking fake offense to your comment.

Steve could care less about his so called “throne” he had new priorities, which consisted of ooking after you and his newfound family of children.

“Very funny y/n,” he said sarcastically.

Steve couldn't help but wonder if you and Billy had been hanging out. He had noticed how fond you had grown of him ever since he stepped into town. Lately, he had observed a change in your demeanor, how excited you were to get home, and how your face lit up at the sound of Billy's name. Steve could practically feel the butterflies radiating off of you.

“Hanging around is pushing it, Steve. We're just neighbors,” you reply, with a slight blush on your face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve.

“Yeah, I don't blush when someone mentions Agatha, my next-door neighbor,” he scoffs, shivering at the thought of his creepy stalker neighbor.

You roll your eyes at him, though it's quickly replaced with a smirk. “Well, Billy isn't a creepy stalker,”you say, though you wouldn't mind if he was. “Plus, he's kinda hot,”you finish, nudging his shoulder as you two make your way out of the gym.

“Yeah, gross,” Steve dramatically gags, though he also cringes at the slight twinge of jealousy he keeps feeling in his stomach.

You and Steve never hooked up. However, you two did develop some weird feelings for each other, but it was probably because you were so close to dying together.

You frown at the memory you thought was going to be the last.

Vines from the Upside Down began to wrap around your neck and body. Steve was right next to you, suffering the same fate. He looked at you, his heart breaking at the fear in your eyes. Trying to bring you some comfort, he gathered as much strength as he could and reached his hand out for yours, interlocking them together.

Thankfully, Eddie and Dustin saved you and everyone who thought it would be a bright idea to fight off Vecna. Ever since that day, though, Steve has been attached to your hip, making sure you get home safely after school and always ensuring you aren't alone.

Sometimes he'd find himself gazing at your lips or absentmindedly brushing away strands of hair that danced across your face on a windy day.

Steve didn’t know where you two stood. Neither of you had made a move, and he was too afraid to make one and face rejection.

You weren't sure how you felt about Steve, but you knew how you felt about Billy, and that feeling was becoming increasingly difficult to brush off.

“Coach still benching you for tomorrow's game?” you ask, changing the subject immediately. You regret it the moment you see the disappointment on Steve's face.

Basketball was his first love and ever since Billy got to town he’s slowly been losing the love he once held for the game.

He ran a hand through his messy head of hair and sighed.

“Yeah, thanks to your boy toy over there,” Steve says, glaring at the blonde who was a car away from Steve's. You wrap your arms around him as you two reach his burgundy BMW.

“You're a great player, Steve,” you state matter of factly, squeezing him a little tighter. “I think everything that's been going on—the Upside Down, us fighting interdimensional monsters, and almost dying—has taken a toll on you.” You reassure him and then let go to look into his eyes.

“It's normal to have a little setback; it's understandable. Plus, you've saved the world multiple times!” you said, slapping his chest lightly. “That beats being a starter on the stupid Hawkins High basketball team any day.”You finished, smiling at him.

Steve’s eyes softened at your words and smiled.

Christ, this is exactly why his feelings were a mess for you.

Steve brought you in for a tight hug because words couldn’t express how grateful he was for you.

From the next car down, Billy observed the two of you and couldn't shake the thought: had you and Harrington ever been a thing? The idea unsettled him because Billy Hargrove didn’t want to share you.

.

Steve dropped you off at home, as he usually did. He would usually stay for a bit and keep you company, but tonight he promised Dustin he’d take him to Mike’s for their D&D campaign.

You walked into the house, which was eerily quiet and empty, as it always was. Switching on the kitchen light, you noticed a note attached to the fridge.

Be back in the morning. Love you. -Dad

You sighed as a your traced your finger up down the note.

Your father traveled for work most of the time as a tech service representative for a variety of chemical companies. He'd often be gone for days, sometimes even weeks, so being alone was something you had grown accustomed to.

Your relationship with your father was also very complicated. You would even say it was nonexistent, given that he was always gone, and when he was around, he'd sleep the days away.

You pretended like it didn’t bother you but deep down it was something that made the cavity in your heart unbearable.

You weren't completely alone, though. Steve and you bonded over your shared loneliness, as both of his parents were also always away on business trips, calling only once a week, if he was lucky.

He'd often spend the night at your place, or you'd spend the night at his, rewatching ‘The Breakfast Club’ or ‘Sixteen Candles,’ his personal favorite, although he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

The bond between you two wasn't solely fueled by loneliness; fear played a significant role as well. It was the fear of that night—the night your friends almost died—that kept you together.

You felt goosebumps travel throughout your body at the thought of it. You instantly shook it off and decided to wash your feelings away with a warm, hot shower. You dreaded the night to come because of the insomnia you developed this past year of living in this small town. But thankfully, you had a couple of your favorite romance novels on deck to keep you occupied throughout the night.

You slipped into one of Eddie’s well-worn Metallica tees, its length reaching down to your knees. It was a keepsake from the day you and the gang had spent the night at his trailer, after an exciting evening of sneaking into the Hawkins community pool.

It was one of your favorite memories you’ve made in this shit town.

After slipping on the tee, you put on some black laced panties you pulled from you drawer.

You glanced over to your window, partially covered by your curtains, and wondered what the dirty blonde was up to. Curious, you walked over and took a peek, wondering where he was because he was usually out at this time, either smoking a cigarette or sitting in his car, or doing both at once.

Like clockwork, he slammed his front door, grabbing the red lighter he always kept in his back pocket and reaching it to the cigarette hanging out of his pink lips.

He cupped the cigarette out of habit and lit it, inhaling the silent killer.

He then hopped onto the hood of his car and reclined, still smoking the cigarette as he gazed at the starlit sky, lost in deep thought.

You wanted to join him, eager to learn more about the California boy, even if he didn't show interest in you. Something inside you just needed to know who Billy Hargrove was.

You also wanted to try to settle the intense feelings coursing through your body.

You stared at him for what felt like a lifetime, admiring his chiseled jawline, how his pretty blue eyes looked in the moonlight, and the rhythmic pattern of his inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke.

Fuck you cigarette.

You envied his cigarettes.

You wanted to be inhaled and exhaled like that, and you didn’t even care if you were disregarded like them when he was done.

Billy felt your gaze through the window, and as he smirked, you couldn't help but notice. Despite being caught, you couldn't suppress a smile of your own.

Billy sat up and looked directly into your window. Your face grew flustered as you two made eye contact, but you held it, unable to look away.

You pushed yourself to do something you found so uncomfortable and you ignored the negative thoughts running through your head.

Billy tossed his cigarette to the ground and he was about to pick up a new one.

That being you.

You quickly threw on some discarded sweats from the floor and made your way to the front door. As you wrapped your hand around the doorknob, you hesitated for a minute. Nervousness gripped you, but you were determined to make things different this year. You wanted to push yourself beyond your comfort zone. No longer content with just fantasizing about romance, you wanted to live it, even if it meant risking a broken heart in the process. After all, at least you'd have a story to tell.

The cool night breeze kissed your face, sending shivers down your spine as you stepped out of your door. Closing it behind you, you were wrapped in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the streetlights. Your heart raced as you descended off the few steps of your front porch.

As you turned the corner, you were met with Billy Hargrove's infuriating smirk. It would've been irritating if you didn't harbor this crush for him. With determination, you walked in front of his car, mere inches away from where he sat. Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

“Hi,” you spoke up slightly out of breath. Billy knew it was nervousness that caused you to sound that way.

You think back to the conversation you had earlier in the day.

“If you ever need help with anything, I’m only one house away.”

You wanted something. You knew what you wanted, and you knew what him meant by it, but you didn’t want to jump his bones immediately. You wanted to get to know him, and maybe that was foolish of you given his reputation, but you didn’t care. You knew you couldn't judge someone based on rumors.

“Hi, Y/N,” Billy greeted with a chuckle, his eyes roaming over your figure. He noticed your shirt and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“You listen to Metallica?” Billy questioned, his gaze shifting to Eddie's worn-out black tee. "Oh, this?" you said, grabbing onto the thin material of your shirt. “No, it's a friend's. He let me borrow it,” you partially explained, letting out a shaky laugh.

“Hmm, didn't peg Harrington for the metal type either,” Billy remarked, assumingly lighting yet another cigarette.

"You think Steve's my only male friend?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have more than one?" Billy questioned back, the movement of lighting his cigarette coming to a short pause, his eyes widening momentarily. Billy could take Harrington, but any other male suitors would be a problem for him.“Is that a problem, Hargrove?” you questioned, once again amused by his reaction. Was he jealous?

He laughed and took a drag from his cigarette. He looked so beautiful like this, the view from your window couldn’t compare to the view you had right now. Despite the chill outside, you felt a warmth spreading through you.

“Not that I can’t compete with Harrington and?” He asked waiting for you to provide the name of said friend.

Compete?

“Eddie,” you said filling in the blank for him. “Ah, Munson, the freak,” he chuckled, taking yet another drag from his cigarette.

“You do know you’re talking to right? You remark, raising an eyebrow at him hinting that you fell into the same category as Eddie.

“Never said I had a problem with ‘freaks’,” he said smiling, as he looked down at your lips before meeting your gaze. “If I’m being honest they’re my favorite types of people.” He added licking his lips.

You gulped as his intense gaze met yours. He was undeniably gorgeous. The ache between your legs begged for relief, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed, especially when he then asked,

“Come sit,” he said, making space for you on the hood of his car. You obliged, sitting on the cool surface, crossing your legs, relieving some type of pressure. “You smoke?” he asked, handing you the lit cigarette. You took the cigarette, his warm fingers slightly touching your cold ones.

“Nope, but there's a first time for everything, right?” you smiled, taking a drag of the cigarette. The sensation immediately made you almost cough out a lung and you hadn’t even inhaled it completely. Billy laughed once again and slid his hand onto your back, lightly patting it attempting to ease your coughing fit.

You handed the cigarette back to him and laughed, the coughing fit dying down. “Yeah, first and last time doing that. God, that is nothing like weed,” you remarked.

Billy removed his hand from your back, and you couldn't help but groan slightly at the loss of touch. He looked at you with an amused smile. "I could only imagine how you reacted to hitting a joint," he said with a grin.

“Oh, trust me, it was nothing like that. I almost died just now,”you said as you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes from coughing.

You leaned back on his car like he did on countless nights and looked up at the starlit sky. Billy did the same after putting out his cigarette. "The only good thing about this shit town is how pretty the sky looks at night," you said. He looked up at the sky and thought the same. There were so many stars, each one representing hope.

"And the rain," he added, which surprised you. “But you're from California, it’s all sun over there!” You exclaimed, giggling a bit.

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled at your excitement. “It hardly rains over there, but I loved it when it did,” he said, reminiscing about his life in California.

“I liked sitting in my car and listening to the rain; it brings me some sort of peace of mind. Especially here, it's stronger and louder, drowns out the thoughts,” he added, tapping his head in a playful manner.

You smiled at his explanation.

“It makes me feel like a kid again,” you added, your voice soft with nostalgia. "Running around, no jacket, laughing, feeling the water down your face and drenching your clothes. Sometimes I sit outside and look up at the sky, enjoying the way it feels on my face," you said, still smiling at the sky above.

Billy turned his head to look at you now, and you were oblivious to it for the first time. He felt his heart skip a beat at your explanation and the way you smiled at the sky full of stars. From that moment on, Billy was determined to know more about you.

You two continued talking, giggling, sneaking glances at each other, but it all came to a halt when you both heard a loud slam from the door of his house. A man in his mid-40s descended down the stairs of Billy’s front porch and made his way towards you both. Billy straightened up immediately at the sight of this man.

“It’s late,” the man spat, keeping his eyes on Billy, completely ignoring your presence. “Get inside; you need to take Maxine and yourself to school tomorrow.”

“Hi, sir,”you timidly intervened. “I'm Y/N. I live next door. I'm sorry for keeping Billy out so late. We were just talking about class, and I lost track of time.” You finished

Billy looked at you in shock as if you said something out of turn.

He looked you up and down with a deadpanned look before giving you a tight-lipped smile and nodded. Then, he gave Billy a warning glance before leaving. Odd. You thought.

You noticed the shift in Billy’s demeanor he was noticeably uncomfortable and even seemed scared. Billy took a deep breath after his father left and ran a hand over his face, visibly tense.

“You okay?” You carefully asked not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“Yeah, I will be,”he exhaled, mustering up a small smile. “Thank you for tonight. I'll see you around, Y/N.” With that, he left. You waited until he made it inside and you returned home yourself.

As you stepped into the house, the loneliness of it consumed you once again. But you disregarded it, shaking it off, because a bigger part of you felt content and happy.

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Billy grew accustomed to loneliness; sometimes, he even preferred it. But when he saw how present his friends' parents were in their lives, the loneliness spread and often consumed him. His mother was gone, her whereabouts unknown, leaving him abandoned and stuck with his monstrous father. He had the shell of a parental figure, but in reality, his father was a bully, a coward. This left Billy feeling trapped and hopeless, like a prisoner in his own home, with no one to relate to, no one to vent to, nothing.

When Billy made it inside his house he had already prepared himself for the worst. His father was seated on the sofa waiting for him to come in.

“I'm sorry, sir, I lost track of—“ Neil raised his hand to stop him from explaining, and like a trained soldier, Billy shut his mouth immediately. Neil stood up, making his way towards him. Billy flinched as Neil raised his hand, and to Billy’s surprise, he patted his shoulder. Billy furrowed his brows in confusion; he hated his father's touch. “Nice girl,” Neil remarked before walking past him and heading to his room.

What the fuck?

Anger coursed through Billy’s veins, his heart beating furiously in his chest. Why you? What the hell was so special about you that had Neil Hargrove's fatherly approval? Billy scoffed. He didn’t care if he'd get beatings for what he had planned or about your feelings at the moment, but he was going to royally piss his father off. Fuck his approval. He didn’t want it nor did he care for or it.

Billy disregarded his strong feelings for you and decided to be the dick he knew himself to be.

Tags:

#eddie munson #stranger things #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove smut #steve x billy #billyhargroveseries #Steve x female reader #billy hargrove x female reader

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

AS MY TREAT I WANT THE MOST SILLY, GOOFY AAA HCS OF THE PAPA'S.

Like idk Copia used to have to wear earplugs because Terzo snores so loudly it's literally obnoxious or something like that.

“aww my middle finger likes you”

❤︎ synopsis — this is pure bullshittery and crack in its finest form with the papas. they can be a little crazy at times

pairing: all papa emeritus’ x gn!reader (can be platonic or romantic)

theme: crack ✦ , fluff ✿ (if you squint)

a/n: this is a toast to my bestie for being an absolute chad. i was high making these, enjoy.

cw: terzo is a warning enough on his own. that’s it.

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➵ papa primo

he’s the oldest so he constantly has to deal with the shit from his psychopathic brothers

like— primo is basically THE mom friend, except he’s the mom for moe, larry and curly over here

(moe, larry and curly being secondo, terzo and copia)

he constantly had to hold back secondo from beating the shit out of terzo because terzo made fun of him for being bald

“I’M GONNA RIP OFF YOUR WEAVE—“ “SECONDO NO—“

bro unironically listens to weezer

like full out busting down a just dance move to this music

you once caught him dancing to it, and he stood there frozen like the man emoji

he told you to never speak of it again and you just nodded, trying to plague your mind of that horrendous image

primo cannot cook for shit too btw

you were once out and asked him to make something before you got home to the ministry

the minute you walked in the door, the kitchen stove was on fire and all of primo’s ghouls were running around and screaming in infernal about the fire

meanwhile, primo stood there not knowing what to do, looking like the man emoji AGAIN

it’s basically his trademark at this point

“…. primo what the absolute fuck—“ “it wasn’t me i swear.”

while primo’s ghouls were still learning english, he once said “fuck you” to you in a very sarcastic way

but the ghouls thought it was how humans said “hello” in english

so they went around to the other siblings of sin, and sister imperator saying “fuck you” to them while leaving all those poor people offended and dumbfounded

you smacked the back of his head after that and forced him to apologize to his ghouls and to the siblings of sin (plus imperator of course)

and he gave the ghouls extra scritches too

primo also has the dad sneeze

like he can send another universe to the next tomorrow with his goofy ass sneeze

he once sneezed so loud he scared copia and caused him to bang his head on the wall

it was kinda funny tbh

anyways yeah note to self stay 10000 feet away from primo if he’s on the verge of sneezing

it’ll save your life

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➵ papa secondo

secondo has two moods

“oh my satan you’re all so stupid i literally hate you all” and “tee hee i’m a girly girl”

like ??? what’s this guy on???

this guy has the sass of a high school history teacher

like secondo’s being so deadass about whatever he’s saying but he’s always fucking saying it like—

“c’mon now, you literally have the style of a hairless roach 💅”

it confuses you a lot of the time, really

secondo has his moments where he’s sweet, but for the most part he’s pulling up the middle finger to everyone he sees

it’s a habit

someone could say hi to him in the nicest way possible and he’ll just grumble and flip them off

it’s not even that he’s trying to be mean, it’s a habit (a very bad habit)

you once got tired of it and smacked his hand, when he flipped you off. so it’s safe to say he no longer does it

at least to you

secondo is an absolute menace to his brothers

with primo he’s chill because he’s the eldest, but with the younger two he’s got no chill

definitely made copia cry at some point during his younger years

he later got his ass chewed out by you and primo, because no one makes copia cry

secondo’s literally so bossy it’s kinda funny

he’s always one flip flop away from smacking someone every time someone pisses him off

him and terzo are BEEFING all the time

and it’s over the stupidest shit too

“you’re stupid.” “well, you’re face is stupid” “you’re both stupid, end of the discussion.”

you once switched out all of his skull face paint for a pink barbie pallet

so secondo was walking around lookin’ like hello kitty emeritus and everyone was trying so hard not to laugh

even his ghouls were struggling too

“… secondo—“ “not. another. word.”

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➵ papa terzo

bro’s the fuckin’ definition of fruity

you thought secondo was girly pop?? wait ‘till you see terzo, he’s fucking extravagant

will literally show up in the grocery store lookin’ like a character ripped straight from criminal minds

like— he has to make a show EVERYWHERE he goes. he likes to stand out

terzo is also the type of man to wear skirts and dresses because he knows he’s hot shit and he devours every fit he puts together

he shows off that waist frfr

“… terzo what the fuck—“ “shut up you know i’m sexy and i’m going to show it.”

if you wear skirts or dresses he’ll definitely ask to borrow them

he definitely passed down his fruitiness to copia

and to his ghouls

he scams kids on adopt me and has a good laugh every time because he likes to see people get mad at him since he stole their hella expensive pet from them

primo told him to quit it because what kind of satanic pope scams poor little children on a roblox game?

as stylish as terzo is, he cannot do his hair and makeup to save his life

he’ll usually ask you to do it for him wherever he has to perform or do public events, which is why his face paint is simple compared to secondo and primo

it gives you two bonding time though and it’s cute

he once watched the pinkie pie smile hd video and was traumatized for a few days

like he straight up locked himself in his room and would not come out unless you convinced him to do so

during an after party after a concert ritual, he got so wasted and almost kissed omega

like you had to PRY this man off of the poor ghoul, while omega stood there unaffected (hehe tall buff demon boy)

terzo is the shortest emeritus and none of his brothers will let him live it down

ESPECIALLY copia, since he’s younger than him

terzo almost kicked him in the nuts because of that

but that definitely was a stab to his already massive ego

you reassured him that there’s nothing wrong with his height even though you found some of the jokes his brothers made funny

live laugh love terzo

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➵ papa copia

copia doesn’t know what he’s doing half of the time

like he’s just given a mic and he just wings a performance while the ghouls on stage are fucking around and going absolutely feral

out of all the papas, copia legitimately treats his ghouls like his own kids

he feels like he’s getting more grey hairs every time he has to stop swiss from fucking his own guitar, or sodo and phantom from fighting about cheese sticks

you sometimes help copia do ghoul-sitting and it’s just chaos. you’re literally their second parent

copia and you = parent duo for the era iv ghouls

he unironically owns a lot of funko pops

and he keeps the one of himself on a special pedestal in a glass case for safe keeping

though secondo almost once knocked over the case and he was three seconds away from smiting a bitch

you once were looking for copia because you wanted to ask him something and you found him in a ritual room

except the ritual was that he surrounded himself with a bunch of rat plushies and he was on his knees in front of a picture of a rat with a tiny crown

you were so confused, and he refuses to acknowledge what that was

“…. copia i—“ “you didn’t see anything.”

he fucking washes himself with dish soap and laundry detergent

this man is going around smelling like dawn dish soap and it’s so weird

it’s not that it even smells bad??? it just smells so interesting and strong you swear you’re in a fever dream

copia is an avid mitski fan

definitely cried his eyes out like a little bitch when he first listened to “the land is inhospitable and so are we” because he couldn’t get over how sad “my love mine all mine was”

radiates theater kid energy

but like— the kind of theater kid that is just passionate about theater and is very giddy when people ask about it

when he started his first meeting as papa he got so nervous that he straight up started the meeting with the word “mushroom”

like it’s so random ??? but it made the ghouls and you giggle so it somewhat worked out ??

copia is a little silly

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#ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus x reader #papa x reader #papa primo #papa secondo #papa terzo #papa copia #copia x reader #terzo x reader #primo x reader #secondo x reader #crack fic #crack headcanons #ghost bc crack #the band ghost #ghost x reader #ghost bc x reader

[hausofmingi]

his good girl - chapter 1

pairing: song mini x stripper!reader

tags: stripper au, smut series

warnings: slight mentions of stalker, bad words (tee hee), dom!mingi, sub!reader, riding, daddydom!mingi, finger sucking, being carried and getting fucked, a bit of physical roughness (reader receiving), degradation but also praise, cum eating (off the floor!), aftercare

wc: 3.8 k

an: so I decided to give the reader a name because that feels more realistic to me as a reader than y/n. I find that sometimes reading "y/n" takes me out of it a little, so lmk if you find this helpful as well! Also, I am a little depraved so right off the bat, this gets very crazy kinky

minors dni!! 18+ only!!

“Where is the red garter belt I let you borrow?” You are racing around your and Lina’s small apartment, trying to prepare for yet another night on the job. 

“I don’t know, I may have left it at the club?” Lina answers from the bathroom. 

Red is his favorite. You don’t want to disappoint. 

“Well great Lina thanks for that, I’m never letting you borrow my shit again.” 

“Love you too!” she calls after you as you leave to go shopping. It’s not like you’re against making another trip to get some new pieces, but why do you always make the same mistake in letting Lina borrow your favorite stuff…

Your’s and Lina’s apartment is in a pretty run down building in an unsafe part of Gangnam, but no matter how shitty it is, its yours and you really want it to feel like home. 

But, that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pair of eyes watching you as you exit out of your apartment building and walk towards the bus stop. 

You have been noticing that lately, the feeling that someone is watching you. When you leave your house, when you’re at the grocery store, while you’re going on a run. You try and brush it off because this is normal for women and all that, but today, you pay just a little harder attention. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure in a black hood (Jacket? Coat? You don’t want to look too hard) standing across the street from your apartment building. You walk a little faster to the bus stop just in case. 

That night, after spending more than you should on new lingerie sets, you and Lina are about to take the stage for your first stage set. It’s almost midnight, which is usually the time he makes his appearance. 

You always get butterflies, but not the stage fright normal kind of butterflies, the kind that make your clit perk up and your nipples harden. 

Why do you always get so worked up over a man who hasn’t even fucked you?, you think as you make your way up to the stage. 

You really have become quite the pro at this. After 4 years of working for this club, your boss has dubbed you his favorite girl. Doyeon always protects you and gives you the most popular customers, knowing you will always keep them coming back. 

You always thought it felt nice to be appreciated, especially knowing he didn’t have any intentions of coming onto you, on account of he’s a flaming fruitcake.

Its a good ways into your set, and his table still sits empty. You feel the sweat start to form on your back, but try to stay in your routine. 

Why isn’t he here? Where could he be instead? Did his company find out he was doing this? 

You always got scared that it might be leaked that idols come here, knowing the sasaengs stalker habits. Mingi, being a part of one of the biggest Korean boy groups, Ateez, must have a large number of crazy fans following him. 

Did they find out and tip the press to show up here? You didn’t see anyone outside though… Your mind runs rampant with all of the reasons that it could possibly be as you walk off stage and collect your tips from the stage manager. 

Tears start to threaten to spill, and you think you are crazy yet again to be this affected by a man you haven’t even had a conversation with. 

On the way home, Lina can tell you’re bothered and nudges your side as you walk home. 

“So you know how Taehyun has been requesting me a lot? Well he mentioned his upcoming tour tonight, I think he might finally take me along with them!” She exclaimed excitedly. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just saying that so you’ll suck him off some more.” you say. 

“Well damn… What’s got you all worked up honey?” She always called you honey when she was trying to comfort you. 

“Mingi didn’t come tonight..” you admit. 

“On a Thursday? That’s… super out of character. Well don’t worry, I’m sure practice just went long or he has an early morning schedule or….” her talking trails off as you dissociate. 

Lina has always been a nice friend, agreeing to move in with you without knowing you very well, trying her best to always cheer you up. It’s not her fault you felt like you guys were never really close. You give her props for trying though. 

You pull out your phone and check his bubble and instagram, seeing if maybe they could give you some clues. Nothing. 

You fall asleep that night thinking of the last time his fingers swiped your lip, hoping it wasn’t the last.

—

The next night at the club is gloomy. Even though it’s a Friday, attendance is lower and your energy is even lower. 

The feeling of someone watching you has been bothering you all day, but the guy in the hood has yet to make an appearance. You are just looking forward to curling up in your bed tonight and continually refreshing Mingi’s bubble messages. 

The stage manager calls for everyone to get onstage for the final number and the other girls rush out. You take your time though, not feeling like getting in a rush for this menial thing. 

You hang your head in your hands, covering your eyes and taking a breath. Just get through it, he’s just a man, you try to remind yourself. 

A smell reaches you, like a really expensive cologne. Musky and masculine, and somehow… dominant. 

You look up and standing in the doorway is him. He stands as if he owns the place, hands in his pocket, opting for a fitted vest tonight in lieu of a jacket. 

And he’s staring you down, studying you intently. If it was anyone else, you would feel the need to cover yourself and apologize. But not with him. 

You probably look like a dumbass, staring at him through the mirror with your mouth slightly open. 

He speaks first. “You were worried.” It’s a question but he doesn’t need an answer. 

“Yes,” is all you can manage to squeak out. 

He leans against the doorway, messing with his shirt cuff. You still haven’t moved, frozen in place. How did he get in here, past the security guard? How did he know which dressing room you were in? Was he the person in the hood you noticed this morning? He must be stalking you… Why doesn’t that bother you more? 

He notices your anxiety moving through you. “Don’t worry, I just know the security guard. He owed me a favor. I’m not a stalker” he responds, as if he read your mind.

“That’s… good” you say. 

He drops his arms and strides towards you, slowly as to not spook you. “Well thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay, for now. But, here’s the problem my love,” he draws his finger up your arm, making your hair stand up and bumps form. “You may be in trouble.” 

You aren’t sure what he means. “What kind of trouble?” you ask. “Like legal trouble?” 

You are afraid that maybe one of the idols ratted this place out and the feds are going to come knocking down your door and take you all away. Would Mingi still visit you in jail? Surely not, there’s no lap dances there… 

He sticks his finger under your chin and pushes it up to make you look at him. Drip. 

“Please stop letting your mind get ahead of you, baby. Let daddy speak.” DRIP. 

“A sasaeng has been getting very close to you. Too close. I can’t let you get hurt.” Awe, he wants to protect you. DRIP DRIP DRIPPING. 

“How did they find me?” you ask. 

He leans against the counter as he continues, “I am not sure, I don’t even know how much they know. Sasaengs are insane people with insane complexes. This one has been stalking me since pre-debut. But I’ve always been careful that she doesn’t see me come in here. So how she knows that you are important to me, I don’t know…” IMPORTANT TO HIM??? 

Okay you’ll have to throw these underwear out at this point. 

“So what do I need to do then? To protect myself I mean” you ask him. 

“Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing and let me handle it. But in the meantime, you can’t go back to your apartment.” 

Hate to say it, but fine by you. Maybe you’ll save some money by not having to replace your stolen shit anymore.

“Where will I go instead?” you ask. 

“You’ll come stay with me.” Jesus Christ, 20 year old you would be freaking the fuck out. But, it doesn’t make you freak out, in that way at least. 

“What about Lina, what about my job? I can’t live with you, much less San and Seonghwa. I’ll never see you. What if you have to travel for schedules? I’m just supposed to stay in your dorm 24/7? I have a life! I barely even know you! You only ever say 4 words to me, and then fucking leave me in a puddle, how can I just-” 

His hand stroking the side of your cheek cuts you off. “Again with the mind racing, baby. I don’t want you to uproot your life, it will be temporary. I have my own apartment now too, so we won’t be with other members. It will only be until we are 100% sure you are safe to be alone. I will take care of you, I promise.” he reassures. 

You lean into the hand that holds your head, a few tears falling into it. You finally get the courage to look up at him, making eye contact. He has dropped his heavy, dominant demeanor. Instead, his eyes hold only comfort and concern. 

Maybe he wasn’t kidding; maybe you really are important to him. 

After a minute of silence, “Okay, so what do I need to do right now?” you ask.

“Change and pack up your stuff, we are going to the apartment. Make a list of what all you need from your apartment when we get home and I will send a staff to collect it all in the morning.” 

“And take a breath, princess.” You unclench your jaw, which you didn’t even realize was clenched. He kisses your forehead before reaching down to grab your duffle bag that you carry your things in. 

You think in silence as you pack. Take a breath he says… he will protect me he says… Why me? Why is protecting me, a stripper, just some stripper that he barely speaks to. He doesn’t even know my real name…

“Yes I do,” he says from the chair he has sat down in to wait for you. Oops, you must’ve said that part outloud. 

“It’s Cora.” You like the way he flips the “r” of your American name with his Korean accent. 

“How do you know that?” he ignores you. “How do you know I used to live with San and Seonghwa?” “Touche…” you respond.

“All done?” he asks. You nod. He crosses to you and starts stroking your arms to comfort you. 

“I want you to remember though, you still have to be a good girl for me at the apartment, can you do that?” 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, surprised that he still is holding this up even at a time like this. Is it all an act, or is it truly how he is? Either way, you are turned on once again. 

“Yes..” you respond. He cocks his eyebrow, questioning your answer. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes… daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.”

With his hand on your back, he guides you out of the dressing room and out the back door, where a black hatchback with tinted windows is waiting. He holds open the door for you, and helps you into the car. If only other men treated all their strippers like this…

The car ride home (whatever home means at the moment) is very silent. He has his hand on your thigh the entire way, the other staying steady on the wheel. His thumb rubs back and forth, another attempt at comfort you’re guessing. It works, sort of. 

Just smelling him and being near him your body is relaxed, knowing he will take care of you and wanting to give yourself to him. It’s like you are under his spell, which is crazy. You are usually so independent and self-sufficient. What about him makes you want to grant his every wish? 

“Shouldn’t you be blindfolding me, so I won’t know where your apartment is and so I won’t run away and all that?” you ask, kind of joking. 

“You won’t” he says while keeping his eyes on the road, fully confident in his answer. 

He’s probably right. 

–

Finally you reach the apartment. You almost drifted off to sleep, even though the drive was only about 20 minutes. He parks right outside the front door of the building and gets out to open your door for you. He offers his hand to help you out of the car. It’s much appreciated because you are still in your platform heels, just throwing a coat over your outfit you were going to wear to perform in. 

He keeps his hand on your back as you walk up to the doors, through the lobby, and up the elevator. It’s a really nice building with a concierge and fresh flowers all over. Sometimes you forget how big Ateez really is, and figure that Mingi bought this place with his own money. 

You wonder if he has neighbors on his floor. Do they know he lives next to them? Does he talk to his neighbors at all? Do they know that he is having his own personal stripper move in with him?

They’re gonna know now, from how loud you are being. 

How you ended up riding him in his dining room chair about 15 minutes later, you’re not so sure. 

—

He was going slow, too slow, slow enough that you could feel every. single. inch. 

You tried to grind your hips and get him in deeper, but the tight hold he had on your asscheek lets you know that even though you are on top, you are not in control. 

His other hand is holding your face, his thumb hooked in your mouth. You suck and gag on it as much as you can, but it’s hard to focus when he is going this slow. 

You felt high, things were getting foggy. All you knew is that you wanted to please him. 

“My beautiful girl, doing so well. You were waiting for this for a long time weren’t you?” his deep voice sends sparks to your clit and makes you even wetter, if that’s even possible. 

You can only close your eyes and nod. You want to throw your head back, but his hand on your cheek and thumb in your mouth keeps it facing forward. “Now baby, what did I say? Eyes. on. me.” 

He jerks your head a bit, just to make you a little scared. 

You know he would never hurt you. 

Unless you asked. 

You open your eyes like a good girl. How could you not be a good girl for him? 

His breath catches when you make eye contact with him again. His eyes bare into your soul, never breaking. 

You whimper a little when the head of his cock catches someplace you have never felt before. He smirks, knowing. He hits it again, making the upper half of your body keen forward, his thumb slipping out of your mouth. 

Your hands, which were bracing on the back of the chair, move down to his pecs. You are desperate for him, desperate for that feeling that release you dreamt about him giving you. 

You start to bounce since he let go of you, letting his arms hang down and his head fall back in pleasure. You are doing that to him. You are making him let go. 

You grind his cockhead up against your g-spot over and over again, drooling down his neck. 

You wish you could see what you guys look like, his giant body draped over the chair in ecstasy, you sat on his thick thighs bouncing on his perfect cock, licking up and down his neck. 

You’re close, really close, and your walls start to constrict down on his cock. His eyes shoot open and he jerks his head up at the feeling. 

“Hold on princess,” he practically growls at you. 

Hold onto what? You think. 

He grabs underneath your thighs, holding his hands behind your back and lifts the both of you out of the chair with him still inside of you. 

Oh my god, holy shit. 

This was too good, you couldn’t have even dreamt this up. 

You wrap your hands around his neck and he pummels into you as fast as he can, hitting your g-spot every single time as if he has memorized the angle. The sound of his balls hitting your ass covers your cries of his name. 

“Fucking. Take it.” he says, his forehead touching yours. He has essentially lost control of his body, just bouncing you wildly up and down his cock. 

It’s coming, It’s coming. Please, please, please, “please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, if you’re even talking out loud. You feel like you are losing your grip on reality, its so so close. 

He stills inside of you, leaving his cock right on the spot you need the most. He just shallowly thrusts, just rubbing your g-spot with his cockhead. Holy shit, it feels like fucking heaven. 

“Now,” he commands. 

And you obey. 

You flutter around him, feeling how his shallow thrusts stutter when you cum. You don’t stop for at least a full minute. 

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh fuck, thank you daddy” is all you can say as your clit jumps in ecstasy. 

His eyebrows are furrowed together, he’s close too. Right as your orgasm tapers out, you tighten your thighs around him and give him 3 bounces. That’s all he needs. 

He pulls you off of him just as he’s cumming, holding you away from him so you can watch the cum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. It’s so beautiful, you think. 

He sets your legs down on the floor, but they can’t hold you up and you fall to your knees. You can barely see straight, and you can’t catch your breath. Holy shit he may really have fucked the shit out of you. 

You keep your eyes turned to the ground while you try and slow your heart, but you see him start to squat down to your level. He picks up your chin with his hand to look up at him. “Baby… you need to clean up your mess.” 

“Wh..What?” you stutter. 

He stands up straight again, looming over you with his giant presence. “Clean it up.” his gaze falls to the ground and yours follows. 

Oh… you get it now. 

Not breaking eye contact, you lean your head down. You stick out your tongue and lick up the cum that he let fall to the floor, as well as some from you that you didn’t even realize had dripped down. He smiles. 

You feel like a pet, like a slave. 

You fucking love it. 

“That’s my good girl.” he praises you. You wipe off your mouth and look up at him through your eyelashes. He squats back down to your level, seeming to have fallen for your puppy dog eyes. 

“Does my baby need help getting cleaned up?” 

“Yes daddy.” 

He bends down to pick you up, which he does with ease, as if you weighed nothing. He guides your legs to wrap around him and he carries you into the bathroom. 

He sets you down to sit on the toilet and turns on the shower to start heating up. Why do you feel so dizzy? You gaze can’t focus. 

“Cora… don’t pass out on me my love.” he holds your face in his hands. 

“What do you need baby?” you grab onto his wrist to try and steady yourself. 

“Just a minute… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, take your time.”

He strokes your hair as you take a few deep breaths to steady yourself. 

“Is the shower ready?” you ask. 

“Yes my love, whenever you are.”

“Will you help me?” you ask.

“Of course” he says as he starts guiding you towards the shower door. 

He lets you step in first and before you can protest that you can shower on your own, he steps in behind you. 

It's a really big shower, with beautiful blue tiles and a detachable shower head. Detachable? Huh…

You lean into his chest, your head barely meeting the middle of it due to his height. One of his arms wraps around your body while the other starts to shampoo your hair. 

Why do you already feel so comfortable with him? As if you have been showering together for years. You literally just licked this man’s cum off the floor and have no remorse about it. Should you feel guilty? 

Nah, you kind of just feel like bragging to other Atiny’s on Twitter. I sucked his beautiful cock!! Suckers!!! Probably wouldn’t be the best idea…

After washing the rest of your body and getting you out of the shower and making sure you brushed your teeth, you are now tucked into his extremely comfortable bed. You don’t usually sleep naked, but it seems right when he is too. 

You turn to face him in the bed. He was already staring at you, it seems. 

“You know, I wasn’t expecting us to fuck right off the bat..” you admit. 

“Me neither, but I am not surprised. It’s hard to resist you.”

“You’ve been resisting me for the past 6 months. You know I always craved more from you.”

“Yes I did know. But I didn’t want to enjoy you in such a public space. I just craved being around you. Its hard to resist you, though, princess. Just know that.”

I guess that makes me feel better, but still… so many things unanswered.

“I know you are probably questioning a lot of things. Just try and get some sleep tonight, okay my love?” he asks. 

“Okay..” you agree in a small voice, knowing that you will wake up tomorrow with even more unanswered questions. 

“Good girl.” He curls his arm around your middle and tucks you into his side, kissing your forehead before drifting to sleep. 

He smells like the same cologne he was wearing earlier tonight. Beautiful, musky, and masculine. You let yourself drift to sleep, breathing him in.

OKAY I DID IT MY FIRST CHAPTER. plz reblog and like.

#ateez mingi #mingi x reader #song mingi #mingi #mingi smut #kpop smut

[pokemenlovingmen]

Ok you know what I’m requesting this for the both of us SPECIFICALLY so you can write it (cough and so I can read it a bit also oops) but anyway. Can i rq adaman, arven, and maybe n (if you do more than one character per rq) with a gn or masc reader who just got their hair cut and it’s a lot shorter than it used to be? Tee hee. 🐉

Oh my god, thank you for your generosity in this request dragon anon, I am on my hands and knees for this SWEETNESS

Nothing like getting a gender reaffirming haircut. Not to be, like, project-y on main, but I definitely went masc here because…. yknow. I’m me. I also like how the dudes you picked all have long hair and are all guys I’m very much into—

Sorry if the length is a little weird!! I’m still trying to figure out consistency with this stuff but I hope you still like it. I know I want my multi character posts to be shorter, but at the same time I feel bad that it’s not the same amount of content!!

Well anyway, let’s push my rambling aside for the time being, I don’t think I’ll ever feel totally confident in what I’m doing, especially with how crazy busy life has been lately, so let’s forget those worries and just Respectfully Enjoy some men.

Adaman, Arven and N see their boyfriend with a new short haircut!

Adaman

💎 — Oh!! You’re so handsome!

💎 — Well, okay, you were always handsome but the hair suits you! He’s just bad with words at the moment.

💎 — It’s honestly doubly exciting for him because he not only gets to see you with short hair, but also the results of all of Arezu’s hard training, and seeing her success here makes this all the sweeter.

💎 — He gets very into ruffling your hair, regardless of if you’re taller than him or not. When it was long, that could easily tangle it, but now that’s not a problem and you’re therefore never safe from getting a noogie eight times a day.

💎 — Even if there’s not much upkeep involved with shorter hair, he’s still volunteering to help with all of it. Need a hand washing it? You got it! Time to brush it through? He’s there!

💎 — He cherishes you so much, of course he treats your hair like it’s sacred. Every part of you is sacred to him and he wants you to know it.

💎 — If your hair is on the thicker side and can retain shape pretty easily, you might find yourself subject to all kinds of little hairstyling experiments. Spit curls, short braids, weird sectioning, Adaman just kind of loses himself in messing around with your hair when you’re in his arms.

💎 — He’ll, of course, love your hair no matter what you do with it. But what makes him love this style the most is how happy it makes you! You seem so much more comfortable and confident like this, and anything that can do that for you is a good thing in his book.

Arven

🥪 — Woah, who’s this handsome guy and what did he do with his boyfriend? He probably gives you a joking wolf whistle the moment he sees you.

🥪 — Which he then classily follows up with “well… now our hair product costs just went down!”

🥪 — But okay, joking aside, he’s so genuinely enamored with you once he’s had his fun. He’s so used to you with long hair, and now that it’s short there’s all these little things about your hair and face he’s noticing for the first time. Wow, even more to love—he’s a lucky guy.

🥪 — What he loves the most, though, is how clearly happy this new haircut makes you. You’re so confident and he loves it! He wants to see you like this all the time.

🥪 — Twice as bad as Adaman with the hair ruffling. Won’t stop until your hair is a complete mess or you start doing it back.

🥪 — Pats your head a lot just to see your hair bounce back up, the shorter hair is so springy without all the length to hold it down!

🥪 — He definitely comments on how obviously happy you are, I don’t think he keeps it to himself how happy he is that you’re happy. Maybe you’ll jokingly offer to get his hair cut, too, which he quickly and firmly denies. Nah, he’s good, actually. That look is for you and you alone to rock.

🥪 — Likes pressing his face into your hair shortly after you get it cut; the freshly cut ends tickle his face and he knows it makes you laugh when he does it.

🥪 — Overall huge fan of the new look. God, he really is just so, so lucky to be with a catch like you.

N

💚 — Okay, N is a smart guy, but he really isn’t that well socialized, so odds are when he sees you for the first time, he might not… realize it’s you. He’s just so used to long-haired you, after all.

💚 — But once the initial shock at this big change settles in, he’s fascinated!

💚 — The texture of your freshly cut hair makes his brain itch a bit. He spends several fascinated hours just running his hands through your hair, marveling at how it’s the very same hair he’s touched many times before, but it somehow feels completely different.

💚 — Beyond his own fascination, he sees how happy you are with the new look and that’s all it takes for him to be happy for you!

💚 — N’s never been one for appearances. You could do whatever you want with your hair and, once he takes a moment to realize it’s you under that drastically changed hairstyle, he’d be happy with it as long as you are.

💚 — No matter what changes you make to your hair, he always finds something to compliment about it. Usually texture-related, those are just the sorts of things that maintain his attention.

💚 — The smell of whatever products you use will quickly become his favorite thing. It just reminds him so much of you and being close to you.

💚 — For this haircut and future ones, he always has a Pokemon to playfully compare you to. Oh, your hair is so bouncy now, like an Emolga’s ears. The way you have it gelled so heavily makes him think of a Snivy’s smooth, sleek head. It’s so soft, like a Tranquil’s down feathers! He could go on.

💚 — Whatever you decide to do with your hair, it’ll always be a big thumbs up from him!

#pokemon x reader #pokemon n x reader #n x reader #adaman x reader #arven x reader #adaman x male reader #arven x male reader #pokemon male reader #🐉

[forjongseong]

vente conmigo // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: office!au, fluff, smut, angst towards the end // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; a bunch of 4th gen K-Pop idols make an appearance (as staff); oral sex; semi-public sex; hand job; fingering; making out; unprotected sex // wc: ~10.3k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes

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summary: little by little, people are starting to find out about your relationship with your beloved assistant, Jay. as much as you want to keep it hidden, your boyfriend wants the opposite. pressure from your family doesn't seem to make things easier either.

author’s note: this is part 4 of the secretary!Jay series, make sure you have read all the parts above (there are references to previous parts). I had to end this one this way because, well, we needed spice.

the title for this part is from a song by Ventino. it means "come with me".

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @jaylaxies @aminatalks @hee-pster @thots4hee (send an ask if you want to be tagged!)

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I don't know what you did

A kiss and you drove me crazy

Oh, come, I ask you

I want you with me

You check your reflection in the hand mirror you were holding, making sure that your lashes were on fleek, your lip tint was the perfect shade of red, and your overall appearance looking youthful but also alluring. Mr. Lee glanced at you from the rear-view mirror, smiling.

“Important date today, Miss?” He asked, eyes back on the road.

“What? Oh, no, I’m just meeting a friend.”

Mr. Lee noticed how casual you looked that Sunday, with a white tee underneath a cropped brown blazer paired with your favorite boyfriend jeans. Your hair was tied up in a high ponytail and on your feet were the Chanel slingbacks that Jay gave you. Your Benz pulled up at a new café you’ve never been too, and before you walked out you told Mr. Lee to go home for the day.

“If you’re going to go somewhere else, shouldn’t I be waiting for you?” He turned to face you before you were completely out of the car.

You smiled at him. “Go see your family, Mr. Lee. I put fruit baskets and some snacks in the trunk. Say hi to them for me.”

Mr. Lee smiled so wide and couldn’t express his gratitude fast enough. You shut the door to your car and waved at him from outside, turning around and entering the café without waiting for him to leave.

The dainty bell on the door made a noise when you opened it, and you can see the barista and the other staff noticing you and greeting you as you walked in. You smiled faintly at them as you scanned the area and found the two people you were looking for sitting in a corner. Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and walked over to order a drink.

“An iced vanilla latte to go, please,” you ordered, fishing for your card wallet in your bag.

“Would the pretty Miss like an extra shot with that?”

Your ears perked at the innocent compliment and as you found your wallet, you looked at the barista who had strikingly sharp features and a smile so contagious.

“Actually, that would be nice,” you smiled and then squinted your eyes to read his name. “Thank you, Mingi.”

After the cute barista asked for your name and paying for your drink, you hovered around the pick-up area, waiting for your drink to be made. Once your drink was ready, Mingi was the one who handed it over to you.

“Have a nice day, Miss,” Mingi smiled, his eyes disappearing. You said thank you with the sweetest voice ever before turning away.

Walking to the corner, you find the young woman in the seat facing you look at you. Her distraction caused the man in front of her to look behind him, his face showing utter shock as it registered that you were there.

“Hi,” you greeted the girl as you set your to-go drink on the table.

Jay eyed your drink and saw the message on the cup “To: Miss Y/N, an angel without wings”. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry I just need to talk to my boyfriend for one second,” you said, noticing that the girl’s eyes start to widen in shock.

Jay smiled apologetically to her before taking his phone from the table and walking with you to stand several tables away. The girl he was with just quietly observed the two of you speak—your eyes looked so angry but your smile was so genuine, and you didn’t let Jay talk over you. When you were done talking and Jay was about to turn around, you tugged his jacket sleeve and pulled him into a slow kiss. The girl at his table immediately looked away.

Shamelessly walking back to his table with a slight red tint on his lips, Jay sat back in his seat.

“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.”

“Hyunseo, I’m sorry. This is totally my fault,” Jay cleared his throat before leaning in to explain everything in a lower voice. The whole time, Hyunseo had her eyebrows furrowed and the corner of her lips slowly turning downwards. After hearing Jay’s explanation and understanding what had happened, she sighed and leaned back, getting her bag and not bothering to finish her drink.

“I guess men will be men,” she muttered as she stood up. “Have a good day.”

Jay followed her movements with his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He then made eye contact with the barista, Mingi, who he swore was judging him silently with his eyes.

Jay dialed your number and immediately asked you when you picked up.

“Where are you?”

You scoffed on the other side of the phone. “I’m not gonna tell you that.”

Before Jay could even say another word, you ended the call. Gripping his phone a little tighter, he went to your Instagram page to check your stories. He saw that you posted a picture by the river about five minutes ago, and without any attempt to confirm the location, he rushed to where you were.

---

You fixed the position of your sunglasses as you sipped the last drops of your iced vanilla latte. After you were sure you got everything, you stood up to put the cup in the recycling bin. You were about to turn around and walk when you found Jay standing right in front of you, his sweat trickling down his face.

“Fuck,” you muttered, out of shock. “Well, that took you long enough.”

Jay grabbed the empty cup from your hand for him to throw away. You started walking and he quickly caught up to you.

“I’m sorry,” Jay said, walking beside you.

“Yeah, I usually forgive easily but this time it’s just not it,” you spoke, keeping your eyes on your path. “You meet a girl somewhere, and she asks for your number and you give it to her because she might be a valuable network. She is, and she has a good job, but then she starts texting you so often that it is clear she has a crush, and then you agree to meet up with her after chatting for so long, without ever mentioning that you have a girlfriend?”

Jay put his hands in his pocket. “The topic never came up! I can’t just reply to her text and say I have a girlfriend.”

You stopped in your tracks and Jay hit the breaks on his legs for you. You took a deep breath and Jay started bracing himself.

“I can’t believe--” you started, cutting yourself off. “You know what, I’m not doing this here.”

Jay looked around and noticed the park along the riverside wasn’t even that crowded. “Why? What’s the matter?”

You were breathing heavily at this point, trying to control the mixture of anger and the urge to just kiss your boyfriend silent because of how dumb he was acting.

“I can write a 10k-word document explaining why and how to tell a girl that you’ve got a girlfriend. Men do this all the time! They lead us on and then get mad at us for getting mad at them when we find out they have a girlfriend?? And the excuse is always the same fucking thing: the girl didn’t ask. Oh, so we’re supposed to start every single potential date with a ‘do you have a fucking girlfriend?’. Are men aware that when we receive advances that we clearly do not want to reciprocate, we immediately say we have a boyfriend, even if we don’t, just to not lead him on?”

Jay blinked as he listened intently to your on-going ramble. When you stopped to catch your breath, he hesitated before asking a question. “But how do you say you have a girlfriend without making it sound weird?”

You looked into Jay’s eyes with an expression of disbelief. Jay gulped and you could see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You scoffed and laughed, almost like you were about to lose your mind. You then pretended to text and mimic Jay’s voice the best you can.

“Oh, sorry, Hyunseo, I have a date with my girlfriend that day, I can’t go. Oh, that’s a great café, Hyunseo, it’s my girlfriend’s favorite place. Hi, Hyunseo, do you have any suggestions on what I should gift my girlfriend?”

Jay was speechless, partly because of how uncanny your impression of him was and also because of how there really was a thousand ways to let someone know he had a girlfriend but he just wasn’t quick enough, or smart enough, to think about it.

“I can go on,” you huffed, brushing a stray of hair behind your ear.

“I understand,” Jay said. “I really wasn’t aware of this, nobody told me about this. Not even my flat mates.”

You chuckled. “Well, they’re men too so if anything, they might have been doing the same thing.”

Jay reached for your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You rolled your eyes and refused to look at him.

“Forgive me?” He asked, lips moving against your skin. “I will do everything you say.”

“You already do that. I’m your boss,” you snatched your hand away and started walking.

Jay pouted, catching up to you and placing a hand around your waist. “You’re my boss, and you’re also my girlfriend. You’re also the source of my wet dreams. You’re my queen, my--”

“Okay, shut up,” you wiggled away, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s desperate attempt to get you to forgive him. “I have the whole day and I told Mr. Lee not to pick me up.”

“I’m at your service, Miss,” Jay dramatically bowed like a butler. “What can I do for you?”

---

It had been a couple of days since you dragged Jay to the amusement park with you after the whole scene at the café. He didn’t expect you to go full on school girl mode—asking him to rent high school uniforms, which surprisingly you could still rock, and scream and run around the park like a child being there for the first time. Jay almost felt like he was your dad, trying to contain your excitement and keeping you from hurting yourself. He screamed louder than you when it came to riding the scary attractions, and the funny faces he made were captured perfectly in the photos you bought from the rides. He lost his voice for a day, to which the staff at the office were deeply concerned about. He lied and said he went to karaoke with his friends and sang too much.

You agreed to tag along to his weekly basketball session with his flat mates. When Jake saw you and Jay walking towards the court, he immediately rushed to you like an excited puppy. You returned the same energy and was just as excited to see him.

“Noonaaaaaa!” Jake called, his voice shaky as he came running. “Are you here to play too?”

“Now,” you leaned in to give Jake a quick side hug. “That wasn’t the deal.”

You looked at Jay and Jay shook his head. “She’s here to watch us.”

“Oh, good, you can be our referee,” Heeseung chimed in when you reached the bleachers.

“Yeah, I’m not familiar with the rules either,” you replied, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.

“Then can you take super cool candid pictures of us?” Sunghoon joined the conversation, looking somewhat hopeful.

Jay frowned, Jake giggled, and Heeseung just shook his head, embarrassed for his friend. You smiled widely and nodded.

“That, I can do.”

“Alright, let’s do this,” Jake stretched out his arms and started jogging in place. “Let’s put on a good show. Don’t embarrass our Noona.”

Your heart felt warm hearing the way Jake affectionately addressed you. The three of them jogged to the court and before Jay followed suit, he looked back at you and winked. You blew him kisses in return.

Since Sunghoon left his phone with you, you made sure to do his request. Standing up and moving around to get good angles, you snapped dozens of candid pictures of the boys, and you didn’t forget to record videos of them playing too. They were still going at it when you returned to your seat, checking your own phone. You started going through your emails and responding to unread texts from a couple of hours ago. Jay noticed how occupied you were just as they finished their game. Sunghoon and Jake continued to play while Heeseung and Jay walked towards you.

“Is there something I should be worried about?” Jay asked, assuming that you were on your phone because of work.

Heeseung sat beside you and grabbed a bottle of water, peeking at your phone.

“I’m just answering emails,” you scrolled to the top of your inbox before closing the app. “I need to interview a couple of candidates for my new driver.”

Jay’s eyebrows furrowed. “A new driver? What happened to Mr. Lee?”

“He’s fine, but I want him to take the weekends off,” you mindlessly scroll through your texts and then locked your phone. “I think I’m just gonna get a second driver for the weekends and if Mr. Lee can’t show up.”

Jay looked like he was thinking hard, partly a little unhappy because you never shared this thought with him. Ever since you officially started dating Jay, you wanted to lessen his workload by taking over the trivial stuff that you could do on your own.

“I can drive,” Heeseung claimed, breaking the silence.

You looked at him and he was grinning, sweat dripping from his hair and drenching the sleeveless white tee that he was wearing.

“You can?” you asked, unlocking your phone again, ready to ask for his number.

Heeseung nodded. “I don’t mind working on weekends, I could use the extra money. I could be your second Mr. Lee.”

You chuckled at the idea before you looked at Jay. He was shooting daggers at Heeseung with his eyes.

“What are you doing?” asked Jay, looking very serious but very cute and pouty at the same time.

Heeseung laughed softly but ignored Jay’s question, taking your phone as you shoved it into his hands. He typed in his number before giving it back to you and Jay moved to stand right in front of you.

“You’re not actually considering to hire him, are you?” Jay questioned you in genuine curiosity, his tone almost pushing you to answer immediately.

“I mean, he’s available. He’s your friend. I don’t see what’s the problem,” you saved Heeseung’s number and set your phone aside. “Do you?” You turned your head to ask Heeseung.

Heeseung shrugged. “I’m just happy to have a part-time job.”

“Forget it,” Jay almost cut Heeseung off. “I’ll drive you on the weekends myself.”

You rolled your eyes and Heeseung laughed, wiping the sweat off of his face with a towel. “Jay, what is this behavior?” You inquired, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I don’t want Heeseung driving you around!”

“Why not?!”

Jay realized he didn’t have a valid reason to oppose this proposition. He looked at Heeseung and Heeseung looked back at him, shaking his head to reassure him.

“If you’re so weirded out by the idea of your friend driving your boss around on the weekends, then I won’t do it,” Heeseung said in defeat. “Personally, I was just looking forward to driving a Benz.”

You pouted and unlocked your phone again, going through the list of candidates once more. Jay instantly felt bad and huffed, sitting down on your other side, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Fine, you can hire Heeseung,” he said, as if the decision was ever his to make. “But only after I interview the other candidates, and if there’s no one good enough.”

“So I’m the last resort?” Heeseung asked Jay, pointing to himself.

“Take it as a compliment,” Jay glared at Heeseung one more time. You snorted, patting Jay’s cheek with one hand while Heeseung just chuckled watching your antics.

“Woah, Noona,” Sunghoon’s voice caught the attention of the three of you. “These pictures are great. Thanks!”

The way Sunghoon was genuinely impressed by the shots you took made you happy. “You’re welcome,” you replied, smiling.

“Let me see,” Jake pushed himself into Sunghoon’s bubble, scrolling the phone while it was still in Sunghoon’s hand. Heeseung also peeked and nodded in approval.

“Your friends are so nice and welcoming,” you shrugged your shoulder, making Jay sit up properly and stop leaning on you.

“Can you blame them? It’s because you are, too,” Jay claimed, stretching his arms and yawning. “I just hope they don’t get too smitten.”

Chuckling, you look up at him who was already standing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jay made sure that his friends were still occupied and distracted with the pictures on Sunghoon’s phone before he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“I want you all for myself.”

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The sound of your fingers clacking on the keyboard filled your office. You fixed your glasses that was steadily sliding down your nose before you checked the time on your watch and let out a heavy sigh. Just as you were about to resume typing, there was knock on the door.

“Come in,” you raised your voice, not stopping to see who it was.

“Boss,” Jay let himself in and walked towards your desk. “Did you eat?”

You shook your head and kept your eyes on your screen and your hands moving to type.

“It’s 3.30pm.”

You nodded. “I’m aware. I have a watch,” you raised your left hand and twisted your wrist to stretch a bit before you went back to typing.

“What’s so important that you can’t stop to eat?” Jay sounded so concerned but you just scoffed.

“I can’t stop writing this, otherwise I would lose my flow and it will take me ages to get in the mood to finish it,” you blew a strand of hair off of your face.

“Can I at least get you a sandwich?” Jay offered, already holding his phone to order you food.

You shook your head. “I’m not taking my hands off of my computer.”

“Sushi then,” Jay started browsing on his phone.

You tutted and Jay looked up at you. He became frustrated and laid his phone down on your desk.

“You need to eat.”

“You need to chill,” you retorted, trying not to let him distract you. “The only way I can eat if there was a robot spoon-feeding me while I type.”

With that, Jay clicked his tongue and grabbed his phone. He stormed away from your office and you weren’t sure if you offended him or if he was just overly concerned about your health. You shook it off and decided to continue to work.

About half an hour later, after grabbing yourself a glass of iced water, you heard another knock on the door. But before you could tell them to come in, Jay rushed inside with a paper bag in his hand, setting it on your desk.

You sighed. “I told you I’m not--”

“I will feed you,” Jay cut you off, busy unboxing the meal he ordered for you. “Just keep typing.”

You literally had no time to feel touched and you didn’t want to argue more, so you just obliged as he started feeding you. Luckily, he did order sushi, so it was easy for you to take a bite without making a mess. You started eating and he was just there standing beside you, ready to feed you your next bite.

“Chew,” he ordered when he noticed you stuffing your food on your right cheek like a little hamster. You chewed for a few seconds before swallowing. Jay was ready to feed you another bite when he noticed Keeho peeking from your door that was already half open.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Keeho?” You noticed him from the corner of your eyes.

Keeho cleared his throat as he made your way towards you, looking at you and Jay with an amused look. “What am I looking at?”

“She’s busy and she refuses to eat, so I’m shoving food down her throat,” Jay answered calmly, but somehow sounding hostile.

Keeho frowned. “You really are one dedicated assistant.”

You snorted and then took a break from typing, cracking your knuckles. “What is it?”

“Oh, I just need a couple of signatures, for this hard copy,” Keeho gave you a folder and took the pen from his pocket. “Hwiyoung let me in, by the way.”

You nodded and scanned the documents really quickly, with Jay standing beside you and scanning the documents as well. With every file you read, Jay reads it too, and it had saved you from making a lot of mistakes. When you were about to sign it, though, Jay quickly took the pen out of your hand and replaced it with your signature pen from your desk, one you had always been using.

Keeho just stood there, amazed at how in sync the two of you were. He took the folder back from you, as well as his pen, and then excused himself. You went back to work and refused Jay’s offer of another bite.

“I’m full,” you claimed.

Jay looked at the box of sushi and saw that you had ate only half of it. He didn’t want to distract you further, so he just sighed and cleared your desk. He wanted to wait until you finished, but with Hwiyoung manning his desk right outside your office, Jay wondered if he would start asking questions.

“I’ll send Hwiyoung off if you’re working late,” Jay stated. “And when you’re done, tell me so I can call Mr. Lee.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” you responded, voice trailing off as you started focusing on the words on your screen.

Jay blinked at the way you just affectionately addressed him. He then smiled to himself before he walked away, leaving you to work alone in peace.

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You thought getting home late would mean that the traffic would not be that bad, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Jay insisted on accompanying you home, out of fear that you would skip a meal again, so he was beside you in the backseat of your car, looking out the window with tired eyes.

Mr. Lee was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while looking at you once in a while through the rearview mirror. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of traffic jams, and he knew how exhausted you were the moment you entered the car, so the only thing on his mind is to get you home as soon as possible.

After yawning several times, you finally gave in and let yourself sleep, knowing that you won’t reach home for at least another hour. Jay saw you resting your head on the window, and he was aware that it wasn’t a comfortable position for you. He scooted to the middle seat and carefully made you lean on his shoulder. He then brushed the hair off of your face and tucked a strand behind your ear. You instinctively snuggled into him and started hugging his arm like a pillow.

“Is she sleeping comfortably, Park?” Mr. Lee looked at Jay through the rearview mirror.

Jay looked up at him and nodded. He wasn’t sure what Mr. Lee would think of this gesture, but at this point his opinion did not matter. Your comfort was Jay’s top priority.

“Miss L/N is a great soul,” Mr. Lee cleared his throat, shifting the gears as the cars in front started to move. “It would be nice if you could take care of her.”

Jay was speechless for a moment. He looked back to all the instances Mr. Lee might have found out about your relationship and realized that maybe he wasn’t being subtle enough even though you were always the most careful. He smiled at Mr. Lee through the mirror, giving him a reassuring nod.

“I will,” Jay spoke softly. “I promise I will.”

“Because if you don’t,” Mr. Lee took a right turn before looking back at Jay. “You’re the first person I will look for if she gets hurt.”

Mr. Lee’s slightly threatening tone almost sent a chill down Jay’s spine, but he was more comforted knowing that your driver thought of you highly. Mr. Lee was probably the only man you trusted the most before Jay walked into your life, and Jay was just glad he could be another addition to the group of people who absolutely adored you.

---

You took one more look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and smacking your lips together before grabbing your purse and heading to the front door. Tonight was the benefit for your friend’s magazine company and he had invited every single person he knew, including you, since he was your mentor back when you were in college. You were supposed to meet Jay, Keeho, and Yeji at the venue, which was a fancy hotel ballroom located in the heart of the city.

When you opened your front door to step out, your heart almost fell to your stomach. Jay was just as surprised as you see him retract his hand, guessing that he was initially about to let himself in.

“I thought I was supposed to meet you there,” you exhaled, a hand over your chest as you were still recovering from the shock.

“Mr. Lee can’t make it tonight, and I’m not letting you ride with the new driver alone,” Jay led you to the elevators, pressing the button as you both reached there.

“Oh,” you turned to face him, looking excited. “You picked a guy?”

Jay pouted, stepping aside to let you enter the elevator first before joining you inside. “Yeah, you’ll see.”

The elevator ride down was filled with comfortable silence with you watching the numbers go down and Jay looking at you through your reflection on the doors.

“You look beautiful,” Jay said, not taking his eyes off of your reflection. “As always.”

You can feel your cheeks reddening as you smile. Getting compliments from Jay was a regular thing at this point, but it never fails to make you blush. You mentally gave yourself a pat in the back for choosing a long-sleeved backless dress that perfectly framed your figure.

As you stepped out of the elevator, Jay had one hand on the small of your back and he did not let go until you both reached the lobby. Outside, you found your Benz already waiting with your new driver leaning on the door, smiling at you.

“Evening, Miss,” Heeseung bowed slightly and Jay rolled his eyes at him.

You smiled back and greeted Heeseung before turning back to look at Jay. “So you picked him?”

Jay sighed. “He really was the best option.”

Heeseung straightened his collar and stood up proud, beaming at you. You pat him on the shoulder and let him open the door for you.

“You don’t need me to open your door, do you?” Heeseung asked Jay as he made his way to the other side.

Jay squinted his eyes in annoyance. “Just shut up and drive.”

The car ride to the benefit was unlike any other ride you’ve been in before. Jay and Heeseung wouldn’t stop bickering, and every time Jay raised his voice in an attempt to defend himself from whatever Heeseung was accusing him, you couldn’t help but laugh. You arrived right on time at the venue, and you stepped out of the car to see Keeho and Yeji already waiting for you by the entrance.

“Ugh, you look amazing, Miss,” Keeho said, sounding annoyed but really just completely in awe.

“You took my suggestion!” Yeji chimed in, happily linking her arms with yours and complimenting the dress you were wearing, which was rented from a site that she recommended to you.

You walked inside with your arms linked with Yeji because you found it adorable, while Keeho and Jay followed you from behind.

“I’ve never seen her dressed up like this,” Keeho commented, leaning in to Jay. “She looks bomb.”

“Calm down, that’s our boss,” Jay almost barked in reply.

“I was just… Do you really not think she’s hot?” Keeho said in a defensive tone, eyeing Jay and then eyeing your back.

Jay just shot a death glare at Keeho as a response. Keeho sighed and straightened up his posture. “Alright, sorry, geez.”

The ballroom was decorated in a way that was simple but also elegant. The interior design of the hotel was already classic, so the flowers and extra lighting that adorned the walls served as an enhanced visual experience. Yeji let go of your arm as soon as she noticed the man approaching you, and she stepped back to let you greet him.

“Minhyuk,” you leaned into his warm embrace.

“Y/N,” he greeted you softly and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek. His hands hovered on your back. “Glad you could make it.”

You spent a moment catching up with Minhyuk and reminiscing your old college days. You introduced your team to him, and Jay had an unusually stern face as he shook Minhyuk’s hand. You asked your team to walk around and mingle, but Jay refused to leave your side, and he decided to be just a couple of steps away from you, watching your every move.

He was watching Minhyuk’s every move, too. Jay didn’t like the way Minhyuk was leaning in way too close to talk to you. He didn’t like the way Minhyuk laughed a little too hard at your remarks. He didn’t like the way you touched his arm once in a while in the middle of the conversation. He didn’t like how gorgeous you looked tonight and how many men were just hovering around you.

Then Jay remembered the camping trip you took with the company. The way you got sulky and upset when he was just talking to the other staff, and how needy you got when he confronted you in your tent. He then realized that jealousy works both ways. He wasn’t going to let it show, though.

To distract himself, he decided to leave you and look for Keeho and Yeji. He found the two of them standing by the bar, seemingly arguing about something.

“What seems to be the problem here?” Jay asked, inserting himself in the conversation.

“Park, you need to tell Yeji that she needs to dance with me,” Keeho stated, nudging Jay’s elbow.

Jay chuckled while Yeji looked away, scanning the room.

“Yeah, keep looking, you won’t find a better partner than me, you know,” Keeho teasingly made a face at Yeji and she just frowned.

“There’s dancing?” Jay furrowed his eyebrows, checking his phone to read the rundown of the night’s event. “Oh, yeah, there is.”

Keeho took a sip of his drink, tilting his face towards your direction. “What a sight it would be if we see those two dancing, right? That dude’s bicep is the size of my head. And our boss looks so dainty next to him. It’s like something out of a Disney movie.”

Jay was fuming inside at this point and he was wracking his brain to find a way to not let you dance with the dreamy Disney prince Lee Minhyuk. Great, another Lee, he thought. He then downed his drink in one go and gently placed the empty glass on the bar.

“Yeji, if you don’t want to dance with Keeho, you don’t have to. But the poor guy needs a win tonight, and only you can give him that,” Jay looked at Yeji and winked at her before swiftly making his way towards you.

The dance was about to start and Jay was now worried sick that he would lose you to someone else. To his surprise, though, you gently refused Minhyuk’s invitation to dance, redirecting him to another woman who seemed like she could become a better partner for him.

Minhyuk chuckled as he took the lady’s hand. “We’re not done talking, alright?” He said, waving at you as he walked to the dancefloor.

You stood there as you watched couples flocking in to the center. You even saw Yeji with Keeho, and you beamed at them, waving and winking towards their direction. Jay secured his place beside you, snaking an arm around your waist.

Almost jumping from the sudden contact, you looked to your right and saw Jay observing the dance. His hand was resting comfortably on your waist, fingers caressing your side, and for some reason, you did not want him to take his hand off of you.

“Did you date him?” Jay asked, not turning to look at you.

You scoffed. “No, he was a very nice senior who became my mentor and helped me excel academically.”

“Nothing sexually?” He said in a lower voice.

You gasped audibly and covered your mouth. “Jay!” You shoved Jay away from you and he almost lost his balance, eyes disappearing because he was chuckling. Apparently he thought it was amusing.

The first dance ended and you saw Keeho grinning at Yeji, who was now won over because of how well he danced. They went back to sit by the bar as the other couples left too, and new ones start to flock as a different song started playing.

“We can’t leave without dancing, can we?” Jay took your hand carefully and led you to the center.

“Jay, stop,” you said in a panic. “I can’t dance.”

“Well, I can,” he placed your hand on his shoulder and rested his hand on your waist, taking your places on the dancefloor. “And you can just follow me.”

Realizing it was too late to refuse, you gave in and let Jay guide you through the moves. You would accidentally step on his foot and wince in his place, while he would just smile at you affectionately, reassuring you that it was okay.

From a distance, Yeji was elbowing Keeho in the ribs. “Oh my God, look! They’re so cute!”

Keeho squinted his eyes to look better and gasped when he saw you dancing with Jay. “Is that Park? Oh my God, it’s Park.”

The two of them looked at you and Jay in full adoration, gasping and aweing every time Jay twirled you around and caught you in his arms. When the music was about to stop, Jay leaned forward to dip you, and his face was dangerously close to your chest. He gently brushed his lips over the area between your neck and your breasts, and you closed your eyes as you let him pull you back up into an embrace.

Yeji had both hands covering her lips while Keeho’s mouth was agape. “Did you see that?” Keeho asked Yeji. She nodded.

The room was then filled with the sound of applause. Flushed, you looked down, walking away from the dancefloor. Jay trailed behind you, making sure you were okay. You found your way back to Keeho and Yeji and they were just staring at you awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

“The benefit ends soon, and if you want to leave first, you can,” you fixed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you both Monday?”

Keeho nodded and Yeji held up an okay sign, smiling at you. You then excused yourself as you wanted to make sure you weren’t a blushing mess. With your purse in your hands, you walked in a hurry towards the corner that leads to the restrooms.

Seeing you head over to the ladies’ room, Jay grabbed your hand and led you outside, heading towards the empty corridor.

“Jay,” you called. By now you were used to him dragging you places for no reason. “What now?”

Jay looked around before answering you. “We need to find a quieter place.”

You both reached another restroom that was located outside of the ballroom and down a long hallway. He knocked on the ladies’ door once before pushing it open and bringing you inside with him, locking the door behind you.

“Jay--”

Your lips were sealed shut by his own, his hands traveling around your sides before settling on your back, pushing you closer to his body. The movements on his lips were sloppy, and he was kissing you hungrily, sucking on your tongue and biting on your lower lip whenever he could. You moaned into his mouth as you feel his hard-on against you, and you rested your hands flat against his chest.

He pulled one sleeve of your dress down, exposing your tit, and he latched his mouth onto it lustfully. You gasped and grabbed a fistful of his hair, overwhelmed at the sensation and at the same time, wanting him to never stop. He kissed you in the middle of your chest, making his way up to your collarbones and your neck, gently sucking on your skin before his eyes met yours again.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, eyes dark with desire. “I need to have you now.”

“Jay,” you sighed, bringing a hand up to his face to caress him. “We can’t do it here.”

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” Jay kissed you on your cheek and you closed your eyes. “You don’t have to do a thing,” he added.

He made you stand with your back against the bathroom wall before he kneeled in front of you. Bunching up your dress to your waist, he removed your panties and leaned in closer, hooking your leg over his shoulder.

“Oh, Jay,” you whined as you realized what he was doing. He looked up at you with innocent eyes, licking his lips as he prepared to dive into you.

He kissed your clit in the gentlest way possible and you sighed into his touch. Your right leg was placed securely over his shoulder and he held you up with one hand on your waist. As he continued to eat you out, he fumbled with his pants using his free hand, taking his dick out to stroke himself.

The sounds he was making with his tongue and lips against your cunt, combined with the wet, lewd noises from his hand around his cock made you roll your eyes back. You rested your head against the wall as you moaned, gasped, and breathlessly called out his name. He was determined to make you cum as fast as he could, and he could tell he was doing a great job by how hard you were tugging on his hair, making him groan right into your heat.

He noticed you squirming a lot more than usual, so he picked up the pace of his tongue, running it around your labia and moving in and out of you. You gasped once again and with one pull of his hair, you came in his mouth, sweat forming on your forehead and your lips only mouthing the only word you knew at that moment—his name.

Jay made sure to lick you dry and clean before he stood up, still stroking himself. You noticed he needed help to finish, so you pulled him by his neck and kissed him feverishly, desperately finding remnants of yourself for you to taste. You reached down to take over, running your hands up and down his cock until it twitched and he finally came in your hands.

He had one hand on the wall, propping himself up. You tilted his chin upwards with your clean finger, kissing him on the cheek before you pecked his lips. He smiled at you, trying to catch his breath as he rubbed his other hand on your waist.

“Was that quick enough?” Jay asked, looking at you worried. You were now washing your hands in the sink and checking your reflection.

You nodded as you dried your hands and walked back to him. He got dressed and looked presentable in an instant and you admired him for that.

“Too quick,” you stated, fixing his tie. You saw his signature cocky smile start to form on his lips.

“Should we go home and continue?” He asked, speaking right into your ear before kissing your cheek. You responded with a nod and melted into his embrace.

---

Tapping your fingers on your phone, you stared at the text message your mother sent you an hour ago. She claimed that she’s visiting town with your father, and they were about to pay you a visit. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your parents, and the last time you saw them it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant family reunion ever.

Your brother brought his husband with him at that time, and although your father initially disapproved their relationship, he softened the moment he saw how your brother’s eyes sparkled whenever he looked at his husband. Your mother was also gushing over her son-in-law, even going as far as to jokingly claim that he was a better son than her own.

The topic of the conversation then shifted to you. Your brother was only three years older than you, but the moment he got hitched, your mother started pushing you to follow suit. Your father, knowing that it had been a while since you’ve taken over the company, said to leave you be. It was all out of love, though, you convinced yourself, yet when you left your parents’ house you couldn’t help but feel some sort of burden.

Maybe because your brother and his husband decided to be child-free, the hopes of having grandchildren fell to you. You weren’t a fan of the idea, so you kept pushing back the concept of marriage and having kids by using your job as an excuse. That was probably why you dreaded meeting your parents today, afraid that they will bring up the same topic and ruin your whole weekend.

You checked your reflection in your office’s bathroom mirror before heading out. When you walked out your door, Hwiyoung and Jay both looked up from their respective desks, both surprised that you walked out without calling them or telling them anything.

“Is there anything you need, Miss?” Hwiyoung stood up, brushing his hair back and straightening his collar.

“My parents are coming over and I’m greeting them at the lobby,” you answered quickly before rushing out.

Jay sprinted to follow you, while Hwiyoung calmly walked out and checked on your other staff, making sure everything was neat and none of them were doing anything funny. You pressed the elevator button and the one right in front of you opened right away. You walked inside and as the doors were about to close, Jay held it open, letting himself in.

“You alright?” He asked, looking at your uneasy face.

You responded with a nod without looking at him, and in an instant you were taken to the ground floor. You walked towards the entrance, the heels of your boots making clacking sounds against the marble floor, and Jay kept his distance as he walked behind you.

A black Benz pulled up as soon as you reached the building’s entrance, and your mother came out of the car, smiling sweetly at you before walking to you for a hug. Your father appeared from the other side looking neat as ever, closing the door as he walked to you too. You leaned in to get a side hug from him and he patted your shoulders awkwardly.

“Did you get stuck in traffic?” You asked your mother as you took her bag so you could carry it for her.

“It was nothing I can’t handle,” she affectionately caressed your cheek. Then she looked at Jay, who was just staring at you the whole time. “And who is this?”

Jay glanced at you and you nodded. He bowed politely to both your parents before standing up straight again.

“Park, one of my assistants,” you claimed, beginning to walk to lead your parents inside. “Dad, you remember Park, right?”

Your father eyed Jay and Jay’s breath hitched. He then noticed how much you resembled your father, and it suddenly made even more sense how the company was passed down to you.

“Right, the one who replaced Hyorin,” your dad smiled faintly to him before leaning in to you, whispering. “I thought you fired him. Didn’t he use to mess up everything?”

Your eyes widened and Jay was just looking at you, oblivious. “Let’s go up, I bet you miss your office,” you said, steering the topic away from Jay.

On the elevator ride back up, your mother took notice of your outfit. You were wearing patent leather boots that reached just under your knees, paired with a grey skirt that went down to your calves but had a huge slit in the middle. For your top, you wore a black cropped blazer to match your black boots, and you were only wearing a tank top underneath.

“Do you normally go to work dressed like this?” Your mother chirped. “I feel like this is a very Seoul Fashion Week look and not corporate boss.”

You sighed and pouted as you turned to look at your mother. Jay, standing behind you, smiled as he looked down.

The rest of the visit went on smooth. Your staff behaved well and greeted your parents politely before they resumed their work. Jay and Hwiyoung were on standby at their desks while you talked with your parents in your office. An hour went by and it was time for your parents to go, and even though you insisted on walking them back down, they told you to just stay put and get your work done.

“At least let Hwiyoung walk you down, okay?” You pulled your office door open and signaled for Hwiyoung to come. After sending him off with your parents, you leaned on your doorway, head looking up.

Jay stood from his desk to approach you. “Anything I can do?”

You looked at him and smiled weakly, shaking your head. You went back inside and he trailed you, closing your door behind him. You went straight to the bathroom, and initially Jay was going to get you a glass of water, but he decided to follow you instead.

“Must you keep following me,” you sighed when he entered the bathroom after you. “My love?”

Jay smiled and immediately snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You melted in his arms, letting your hands lock themselves around his neck. He leaned to kiss the side of your head and you chuckled.

“Do you want to talk?” He asked as he stared into your eyes, waiting for a response.

You moved your head to the side to kiss his jawline. His eyes fluttered shut at the action. You kissed the mark on his neck and he tightened his grip around your waist.

“Y/N,” Jay was speaking in a much lower voice. You noticed that he would normally do so whenever you initiate contact.

“I want to talk but not now,” you answered, pulling back to look him in the eyes again. “I need stress relief now.”

You started kissing Jay’s lips, leaning to rest your weight on him and making him lose his balance. Jay reciprocated your kiss while he kept his hands busy by massaging your sides. You moaned at his touch and brought one hand to cup his face, holding him still as you continue to devour his mouth.

“I need your hands,” you whispered into his lips. “I need your fingers inside me,” you continued as you tried to catch your breath. “Please?”

“Of course,” Jay pecked your lips and then your cheek. “My queen.”

You gasped when Jay easily touched your folds through the huge slit in your skirt. He then pulled your panties to the side, making sure it did not get in his way. He started stroking your folds and you closed your eyes, completely indulging yourself in the bliss. He kept his eyes on your face, observing the expressions you make whenever he tried to move his fingers differently. You were getting wetter, and you started hearing the familiar lewd noises echoing in the small bathroom.

“In me,” you whined. “Now.”

Jay kissed your lips as he inserted two fingers at once, and he instructed you to put one leg up the sink as he held you still, grabbing your ass with his other hand. He started moving his fingers in and out of you with ease, and with intense speed. You were biting down on your lip, trying to hold in the moans, and when Jay noticed this he immediately started kissing you, letting you release your moans into his mouth. It didn’t take long for you to reach your high, feeling his one hand grope your ass harder and squeezing it as you came on his fingers, even squirting all over the place. Jay looked to the floor and calmly pumped your wetness back inside of you before helping you stand back up straight. He licked your juices clean from his fingers and checked your skirt for possible stains.

“How are you so calm?” You asked out of wonder, observing how he was turning you around, smoothing your skirt down and checking your reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, believe me,” Jay took your hand and pressed in on his chest. “My heart is racing.”

You smiled and tilted your head to kiss him on the lips. “Thank you. I owe you.”

Jay shook his head before kissing you in return. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m happy to serve you.”

---

To say that the conversation you had with your parents haunted you would be an understatement. You found yourself overthinking things more than you usually would even though you have mastered the art of controlling your mind. You started to think that maybe it was the way your parents talked to you—stern but also gentle, putting in a lot more weight in their requests, consequently burdening you even more.

You know that turning to work and busying yourself to distract you from personal matters was the most toxic thing one can do for themselves, but at this point you really could not find a better way to cope. You started picking up on new projects, adding on a little more workload to your assistants as well as your staff. They did not ask much, thankfully, and they were happy to team up and do their best work for you.

Jay started staying over at your place more often too. Any unfinished work from the office, you would bring back home, and he was always ready to read for you, write for you, or even just keep you company as you do your own thing. He became quicker at gauging your emotions, and whenever you were stressed he would offer a million ways to help you relieve yourself—your favorite choice being sex.

Some days you thought about how in your relationship with Jay, you seem the one to be taking a lot while he gives everything to you. You wonder if the power dynamic at work had dragged into your personal relationship, and you couldn’t figure out if it was okay or a problem. Then you were reminded about your parents’, mostly your mother’s, request of getting hitched to someone.

You look over to your side and found Jay sleeping peacefully next to you. The night before had been slow, you were just winding down watching movies on Netflix and cuddling. You went to bed earlier than him because he insisted to check on more work for you, and although you needed the sleep you felt horrible because it was like you were burdening him again.

Carefully and as quiet as you could manage, you moved closer to him and place your arm above his chest. His breathing was gentle, and slowly you began to see the sunrise peek through your curtains. The yellow tint shone on his eyes, and he squinted before he stirred awake. He noticed your arm and looked to you, blinking softly and smiling before he leaned to kiss you. His lips were slightly chapped and his breath was hot, but you wanted to taste him more.

You moved closer and he rested his hand on your waist. “Morning, Boss,” he croaked. His eyes were closed again and he had this stupid grin, your favorite kind, plastered on his face.

You playfully slapped him on his cheek and he nuzzled into your touch, pulling you closer so he could kiss you again. He opened his mouth and you started wrestling with his tongue, moaning each time both your lips make a smacking sound. His hand on your waist traveled down to your thigh, pulling your leg up so you can rest it on his waist. You kissed him deeper, trying your best to show him how needy you were. His same hand then grazed your ass before pulling your panties to the side, fingers sliding in between your folds without a warning. You moaned in his mouth and quickly run your hands down his abs until your reached his boxers, stroking his cock from the outside. Jay continued to fuck you with his hand, sighing as he feels your walls clenching around his two fingers.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. He leaned closer to gently nibble on your lower lip.

You whimpered and started grinding on him more, feeling your cunt dripping the more he touched you. Determined to make him feel the same amount of pleasure, you tugged his boxers down and pulled his cock out, massaging it with one hand slowly. He elicited a groan and you could feel him twitch in your palm. You then abruptly pulled his hand away from your core, making him open his eyes in wonder. You messily kiss his cheek before you propped yourself up, moving to straddle him. He winced as his hard cock came in contact with your folds, and you took matters into your own hand by aligning himself with you. You raised your hips slightly before you felt his tip grazing your entrance. You see him staring into your eyes with the darkest, most lustful sleepy gaze and as you let his cock sink into you, you both closed your eyes.

Gasping at the overwhelming feeling, you lie down flat on him, breasts pressed up against his chest. Jay brought both his hands to wrap around your waist, keeping you close. You started grinding on him, and he quickly matched your pace, thrusting into you with each move. You started kissing his lips again and it was like a switch was turned on inside you. You started grinding faster, your ass creating friction against his hips while your lips leave sloppy and messy kisses around his mouth and jaw. He embraced you tighter, ignoring the fact that you were both starting to sweat a lot from the intensity. Sounds of skin against skin and your wet lips battling each other filled your room, and you were starting to see stars.

“Jay,” you panted, opening your eyes to look at him. “I’m close.”

Jay took this sign to switch with you, and he gently maneuvered you to get under him without having to pull out of you. You whined when he got a little too distant to your liking, so when you lied back down on your back, he closed the distance and started kissing your neck, beginning to thrust into you again. His thumb was on your clit, doing ministrations that were sure to make you get off quick. When you did, you grasped his arms and moaned his name, eyes closed shut as you started to catch your breath.

“Pull out,” you whispered, and Jay hesitated for a second before doing as you said. You quickly help him finish by stroking his cock and letting him devour your mouth, neck, and breasts. He came hard on your stomach, ropes of white staining your sweaty skin.

Jay kissed your lips gently before moving away from you, lying down beside you for a couple of seconds before getting up to use the bathroom. As you waited for him to get out, you cleaned up after yourself, wiping your wet body using a towel and even making up the bed and doing the covers. When Jay was done, you were dressed already, wearing shorts and a cropped t-shirt.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Jay said after he put on his own shirt.

You sighed before walking out the bedroom to go get yourself your morning coffee. Jay followed you and sat on the stool by the kitchen counter, watching you as you move around the kitchen.

“It’s just family stuff,” you said, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet above your sink. “They want me to get married.”

Jay tensed up at the topic and he started to sit straight. “And?”

You set both mugs on the counter in front of him. “I don’t know if I even want to.”

Jay frowned as you began to retell the whole conversation with your parents. The idea of marriage was something you did not want to focus on, not for a very long time. And while Jay was aware that you were never fond of children, he did not think that you were even opposed to the idea of having your own.

“So what’s the plan?” He asked when you were done talking.

The two mugs you picked out were still empty because you were busy telling Jay everything, and he also was so intent on listening.

“I just want to see how it goes,” you answered, looking at him briefly before turning your back on him to actually make coffee.

“You’re not going to introduce me to your parents?”

“Our staff doesn’t even know yet.”

“And you don’t think that’s a problem?”

You turned back to look at Jay and found him looking at you in a way that was unfamiliar. His jaw was clenched and his stare was sharp, and from the way his voice was lowered, you could sense that there was anger.

“Why are you so obsessed with letting everyone know?” You asked back at him. “You do realize that I’m keeping our relationship a secret to protect you, right?”

Jay scoffed. “Protect me from what?”

“Jay, you don’t even know how reputation can be destroyed by just a single rumor. What if people start to think you fucked your way to the top? What if they think you got the job as an assistant for the very reason to just fuck your boss? They will discredit you and all the hard work you do once they find out what happens behind closed doors.”

Jay cocked his head and licked his lips. “Do you really think I’m concerned about what people think? I’m out here jumping through hoops to take care of you and I really just want to be able to do that freely.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath and rested your hands on the edge of the counter. “Let’s say we go public with our relationship. Then what? What difference would it make?”

“What do you see me as?” Jay answered your question by asking another one.

“What?”

“Answer me,” Jay clicked his tongue.

“You’re my assistant,” you answered. “And I love you.”

“I love you,” Jay paused before continuing. “But is that all I’m ever going to be? Your assistant who just loves you?”

You brushed your hair away from your face as you took a couple of steps away. “What were you expecting from this relationship?”

Jay found himself in silence because he, too, was not completely sure how to voice out his thoughts. He only knew that he loved you, and that he wanted to be by your side for as long as he could.

You got the wrong idea from his silence, though, and you scoffed before turning your back on him.

“If you’re really bothered by our relationship being hidden, then let’s not think much about it,” you started making noise on purpose, getting the coffee done and pouring it into the two mugs. “Or we could save ourselves the trouble and just end it.”

You cursed yourself the second those words leave your mouth. You did not mean it that way, and you were just saying what was on your mind without filtering it. You knew it came out wrong, and you knew Jay was going to take offense. So when he stood up from the stool and walked away to grab his stuff in your bedroom, you froze in your tracks.

“Jay,” you called out when he walked by, passing you in the kitchen and heading straight towards the entrance of your place.

“Jay,” you called him once again when you realized he wasn’t stopping, his hands already reaching for the knob.

“I know you work best when you’re alone, Y/N,” he said, one foot already out the front door. “I’m just gonna give you the time and space that you need. That we both need.”

And with that, the door closed. You weren’t sure if you should chase him or let him go, but what you knew was that your legs weren’t letting you move. When you finally managed to walk back to your kitchen, you grabbed one of the mugs filled with coffee, and without noticing that it was too hot, you flinched and flung it away from your grip, making the coffee spill and the mug shatter on the floor.

Immediately after the loud sound of glass breaking, you screamed. Wailing, you dropped to the floor and let the spilled coffee stain your bare legs.

-END-

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[chemicaljacketslut]

can’t stop thinking about the fucking santa ana winds guy in crazy ex girlfriend. 1000% my favorite joke in the show actually laughed OUT LOUD every time he showed up. like what the fuck who was like “hey what if the santa ana winds were magic and also a guy” ????? whoever it was thank you because now i have but i’m a praanksterrr… tee hee hee heeeeee

#when i blow there’s magic in thee air and a higher risk of suiciyiyide! #they had the same dreeeam… they just got santa ana windedddd ;) #i’ll be back because im the wind and also. kind of a narrator #those fuckin drums started when nathaniel caught the elevator and i was like NO. #and props to that fuckin actor for PERFECTLY portraying this hilariously smug ass dude #i love this fucking show #crazy ex girlfriend

[magpigment]

MAJOR, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GENLOSS EPISODE: THE CHOICE

hello! these are my reactions and thoughts as i watched the third, and final, part of generation loss! not really an analysis, tho it does have some of my theories that were developed as i was watching. enjoy i suppose, lol

ok this is dope opening footage

who the hell is the mask person just walking around??? why are they in a mall??? hello???

does mask persons mask have the showfall symbol on it because i genuinely can’t tell lmao

ENHANCE 

ok well it’s still just as blurry as before because like. obviously. but i’m almost positive their mask DOES have the showfall symbol on it. cool 😎 

why are there so many mask people actually 

are they like. guards?? is this fnaf: security breach??? thas crazy lmao

why was that one wearing a fedora 😂 

also this dynamic camera shot is low key making me motion sick lmao, even if it is super cool

that’s a super helpful directory right there yep! 

ah yes, the smoke gala, my favorite 

why did that one showfall symbol on the glass look like it was painted in blood or something and how did they get it so neat. did they paint it on w a stencil using blood instead of paint. i need answers

oop hello ranboo

ok finally ranboo took off the bundle of like wires or paper clips or whatever that was dangling from their neck, i was wondering what that was lol

ohhhh ranboo trying to talk to the person filming is super cool

who the hell is talking to them rn lmao

hello hacker guy

his name is HEDGE?? did i mishear that

ok so i was right! when the mask is glowing red it means he’s being controlled 

also i didn’t even know ranboo here was able to take off their mask. i thought it was like. attached to them or something. 

ok i’m genuinely like on the edge of my seat lol

oooof ranboo is finally realizing that the people who died are like actually dead! yikes lmao 

those are some pretty good effects for the blood tho like that looked pretty real all things considered. or like it’s the right color more or less

aaaaaand there’s the grappling with morals and survivors guilt and trying to reconcile being under someone else’s control while simultaneously realizing that the things you did while under said control was at least somewhat responsible for like, what, four? at least? people’s deaths! 

….i feel like hedge or whatever he’s called is like for sure lying. i mean i know at least some of the people are in some capacity still alive but ALSO. i feel like he’s lying to ranboo to keep him from just leaving lmao. also i feel like that exit door prolly wouldn’t have worked anyway so whatever 

this is such a cool setting btw, the amount of work that must’ve gone into this is insane. and also the soundtrack is phenomenal

i’m like super sus on this hacker guy lmao 

UHHH YEAH I AGREE WHAT IS THAT??? 

‘it’s locked up, it’s secure, don’t worry about it ^^’ homeslice that thing is behind the least secure covering i’ve seen in my life. that thing looked flimsy as hell 

i feel like this hacker might not know what he’s doing 

i did not catch any of what that hacker said he needed, in one ear and out the other 

‘..are these people, or machines, or-‘ uhhh i think the answer to that is YES. 

i feel like i’m about to get jumpscared lmao

i feel like these guys won’t be ‘pretty much harmless’ in a bit tee hee 

ranboo sure is going through it huh

‘how long have i been here’ i’m not sure you’ve ever left, buddy. 

also, showfall SET UP MISSING POSTERS for ranboo on the OFF CHANCE HE ESCAPED??? BRUH. absolutely bizarre behavior 

the fucking whiteboard in the corner with basically the plot of the series so far 😂 

‘DAY 2 PLAN!! 

-puzzle 

-electric chair

-audience will chose

two plus two equals five 

-black light closet

decoy “planned case of death” ‘ 

along w a couple doodles and some other stuff i couldn’t quite make out so that’s cool lol

ranboo is ahac- assigned hero at construction

i’m like convinced gl!ranboo is not like a full flesh and blood human being, homeslice is a lab baby for sure 

oh there’s a day one plan whiteboard too but it wasn’t completely shown 

imagine being payed to sit in a room completely still for however long lmao

did one of the people standing in the window leave?? 😂 

oh that’s such a cool way to incorporate the viewer interaction or whatever again, with the hacker intentionally seeking them out for their input and ranboo being completely against it because ‘they might try to kill me’. i’m not gonna say it’s foreshadowing, BUT- it’s like for sure foreshadowing not a doubt about it lmao

lmao ranboo this is why you always listen to chat, they’re always right without fail /j 

but honestly the audience hasn’t steered him wrong so far for the most part, at least for like the puzzles and stuff 

oop bye hacker

oh he’s called hetch (?)

oop the people are moving around now that’s ominous 

oh god the security 

welp :D

that’s not good ^^

I CAN HEAR CHARLIE JN THE BACKGROUND MY BOY WHERE ARE YOU

i admire those people’s ability to just completely not break character to this tall person running up to them and desperately trying to get their attention lmao

the headphones probably help lol

ok what the actual hell is charlie literallt even saying right now 😂 

the amount of times i’ve said that should be concerning but honestly i’m just resigned to it at this point. that’s my streamer 💔 

sup my dude lmao

LMAO RANBOO JUST BREAKING CHARLIES CAMERA 😂

charlie sounds so fucking confused and sad nooo

ok genuinely i do not understand how the puzzler died AT ALL. literally what even happened there 

i can’t get over how much taller ranboo is than charlie, charlie looks itty bitty but he could also just straight up deck me so i’m getting mixed signals here XD

charlie is such a good actor i’m losing my mind 

that is a very big mall lmao

i like just noticed that piercing alarm noise ouch my ears 

SUBA hell yeah

ah yes, jake’s, my favorite store 

i’m surprised they actually found a functioning directory 

oop. that’s a corpse 

OOP THATS A SPOOKSTER YIKES RUN RUN RUN RUN LMAO

i should not be watching this at like 2am lmao

du du du du minecraft minehunt that’s crazy

CHARLIE PARKOUR AWAY I BELIEVE IN YOU XD

charlie has an axe what will he do

ranboo with a knife what will they do

(im pretty sure i know what they’ll do with that knife 😅)

charlie has died a lot yeah lmao

charlie w a frying pan what will he do XD

yeahhhhh i had a feeling they wouldn’t just be able to leave lol

that cameraman got moves tho lmao, mad respect 

oof running up stairs, ouch

‘OH WHY DIDNT GOD GIVE ME LONGER LEGS’ mood, charlie, mood

yeah i’m sure they’ll be able to emotionally process this later lmao

oop hacker is dead

oop never mind yikes 

…yeah it’s just a flesh wound i’m sure he’ll be fine 😅 

that dye is not gonna wash out of that guys hand easily yikes. fake blood can be a bitch to get out of things lmao

ALSO I WAS RIGHT, ranboo and charlie and all the others aren’t actual humans technically!

diversity win! you and your friends are artificially created humanoids designed to play a role in horrific death games for the mundane entertainment of a faceless audience! 

ok so the hacker is called hetch? cool

i’m also like mostly certain that the hacker is grizzly im pretty sure. maybe. i’m not great w voices i’ll be honest lol

oop. ranboos just committed a murder lmao

baby’s first kill in cold blood, i’m so proud 🥰 /j 

charlie looks awfully blasé about the stabbing that occurred right in front of him 

THE LOOK HE GAVE RANBOO XD

why’d ranboo ditch the knife bro they might need that later :(

goddd the soundtrack is literally so good tho 

OH THATS WHY RANBOO SAID THAT THERE WAS A WEIRD PAINTINF, I WAS RIGHT, IT WAS IN REFERENCE TO SEEING ‘the fourth wall’, THATS SO COOL 

oop bye bye charlie 😭

i feel like homeboys about to get eviscerated and like actually disemboweled this time 

omegalul 😂 

RANBOO GET THE BUTTON GET THE BUTTON GEY THE BUTTON

HELL YEAH

NEVERMIND

THIS PROBABLT ISNT GOOD 😅 

uhhhh sup buddies tee hee 

oh they’ve stopped moving that’s good

conveniently placed button

i mean not convenient enough i guess cuz like charlie is currently bleeding out or something but THATS BESIDES RHE POINT

i’ve almost managed to convince myself this has like a somewhat happy ending

aaaaaand never mind

the way my stomach genuinely fucking DROPPED when i saw that guy appear in the doorway immediately after ranboo bowed jesus christ my heart

i reiterate i absolutely should NOT be watching this at 2am yet my hubris knows no bounds 

and also now my cat is meowing at my door bruhhh stop ruining the ending of this for me, max /j 

the immeasurable dread in my gut right now, yall 😅 

bye bye ranboo 👋 

BOXED LIKE A FISH RANBOOS BOXED LIKE A FIS- *gets shot*

i fucking KNEW hetch was a goddamn bootlicker!! 

fuck you hetch!!! 

oh oof what happened to their mask :( 

i knew this goddamn audience interactive element was gonna bite me in the ass jesus christ

ranboo is fucking stellar at acting which is why i can safely say i am in absolute goddamn shock! 

oh homeslice is just straight up crucified wow

i wonder if there was any alternate ending or if the vote was precast to always end the way it did. because i know how this ends, and it is not a happy ending. i don’t think there was ever any way it COULDVE been a happy ending. this was always a tragedy, and the hero is always doomed by the narrative 

oh just the abrupt and complete SILENCE upon the box closing, before it slowly zooms out and the theme fades in and swells as the blood drips down from the box??? holy shit that’s so fucking cool

the way this entire thing was directed and performed is a goddamn masterpiece, this was phenomenal and an absolute blast all the way through!!! i’m so so so glad i watched this and i so so so wish i had watched it earlier 

i’m in shock y’all that was so cool

this is definitely going on my list of all time favorite pieces of horror media!! mannnn that was done so unbelievably well i’m absolutely blown away!! 

i can’t wait to just lose my mind about this for the next like. forever i suppose 

i can’t wait to analyze this dude i’m so excited!!!!!!! 

#dandy talks #genloss #generation loss spoilers #generation loss #genloss ranboo #genloss slimecicle #genloss charlie #generation loss slimecicle #generation loss ranboo

[sweetlywingedcreation]

Hi! 🙂

Ok, now I need to see Benny, or to know more about Benny and the time loop...

OH BOY!! You have no idea what you have just unleashed :}

Okay so Benny is from my original story Time and Again which I have been working on for about a year? Maybe 2? I haven’t made very much progress but I have a vague idea of where it’s going?

Anyway.

TaA is about Prince Benjamin of the White Pine Kingdom who’s on his way to his 8th (iirc) betrothal hearing (man has been rejected once a year for 7 years…). He’s accompanied by his Knight and Guard Sir Aspen of the Glade who at one point was his best friend until they both became to busy with their duties. Aspen came back into his life when they were both 18 and he was stationed as one of the prince’s main guards but their relationship was never as close as it once was.

Now they’re 25 and have no idea how to talk to each other without an underlying sense of awkward professionalism.

On their way to the meeting, they’re attacked by a group of lizard men with smokey eyes who take out a bunch of their men. Aspen is able to take them down but ends up mortally wounded. While comforting Aspen Benny is taken out by one of the lizard men who had one last burst of energy.

As he lay dying he makes a silent wish for a second chance and you’ll never guess what happens next… he wakes up back in bed with a very healthy Aspen greeting him like he had that morning.

A part of me wants to continue rambling about the plot but the other part of me wants to keep it a secret lmaoooo

Currently the only stuff I have done for it is a sketched out PMV, an unfinished animatic, a confession scene that I will probably rewrite but had to unleash it on the world, a story playlist, and like 1 actual image of Benny

It’s main inspirations are: Re: Zero and like a handful of Stranger Things Steddie time loop fanfics back when I still liked Stranger Things. Now that I’ve played In Stars and Time there might be some influence from there too (specifically Loop influencing TaA’s Goddess of Life and Death)

I love my fucked up little guy… he goes through so many horrors and he’s burrowed so deep in my brain.

I may write a lil Time Infection AU piece based on that one post about telling someone about the loops and having them be pulled in. I think that would absolutely break Benny’s lil mind.

Like imagine…

You’re shouldering all of this trauma loop after loop, watching the man you love die because you’re too weak to save him. There’s a part of you that’s so pitifully lonely and another part that’s relieved that he’s oblivious to it all. That he won’t have to deal with the pain and suffering you do.

One loop you slip up, you finally break down and come clean. You tell him everything, the death, the loops, how you love him. He loves you too, he always has, he never stopped.

And then he dies. Again. The loop starts over.

You wake up and to your abject horror he doesn’t say his usual starting lines. Instead he looks to you with pain and confusion and TERROR. He remembers. He doesn’t remember all of it but he remembers the past loop. He remembers dying. He remembers you love him.

He remembers…

He’s not supposed to remember.

Yeah… like ughhh it’s such a good concept but it doesn’t work in the story I have written!!!! But I wanna write it ANYWAY!!!!

Also thank you so much for asking about him!! Sorry for going wacky crazy mode lmao, I’m going to go work on his PMV a little more now tee hee!

#benny #oc posting #time and again! #long post #jas rambles #time loops

[yomiurinikei]

Hey!! You can totally decline (I got no idea if your ask box is open)

But can you write some random Utsuro hc?

I love my man way to much

siiiiiighs. i tried to make this longer i really did </3…. simply wasn’t in the stars! the world doesn’t want me to be crazy abt utsuro. oh my fuckass neighbor is being weird again. gdi ANYWAYS !!

anyways!! my inbox is always open, i’m really bad at getting ask memes done admittedly, but hc requests ALWAYS get finished (even if my memory loss become an issue and i forget that someone requested hcs. tee hee. totally not what happened here)

anyways!! order up here it is i hope u enjoy!!! 🫶

~*~

•spends a lot of time inside (always finds people looking for a housesitter, wins a raffle to go travel to a event w/ hotel charges includes, etc) and swears up and down that he hates being outside

•but then when he actually steps foot outdoors he likes it a lot

•there’s nothing to really do, so while he gets bored p quick, he isn’t really actively engaging with his divine luck, past the weather being nice and things like that, he gets to just chill, and let the hours go by

•used to play puzzle games, bc he figured even if he knew the solution on instinct, he at least had to pass the time by moving pieces and the like

•then he tried 2048 and noticed he always got the tiles he needed, and that without thinking, he always made the best move to combine pieces,

•and started paying more attention, and realized that even if he was actively engaged in smthn else, his hands would just move on their own to play

•aaaand he promptly got fed up with it all and hasn’t played anything like that since

•gives like. really really bad advice. just absolutely horrible advice 

•example: he has -3 street smarts and will ONE HUNDRED PERCENT give u horrible advice that will get u mugged. 

•he has never had any reason to fear for his life or safety (his well being and mental health is shot to hell but-) and it is very apparent in the way he will just. completely casually walk across a highway to save time when going somewhere

•for a guy who could probably solve the millenium prize problems immediately if he knew they existed, he is. not very smart

•speaking of. i 100% believe he has all those great internationally known puzzles/treasure hunts/etc solved. he just chooses not to share

•has some degree of enhanced/higher senses (has vision over 20/20, does well keeping track of distinct sounds in noisy places) but this contributes to his misery

•he can pick out every little thing he’s tasting, and it keeps flavors from blending together well, picks out the wrong scent notes in perfumes-

•OH simultaneously touch starved and touch averse. 

•he’s generally finicky about textures/what touches him (you see how my train of thought arrived at this station), and also generally doesn’t feel comfortable around others

•so like… while he’s not really conscious of it, his subconscious is screaming for contact with another person, but whenever akane (who ELSE is trying to have physical contact w this guy) is like… 🥹? and tries to get a hug from him he just. activates the self destruction protocols.

•like. just stiffens up and just waits for it to be over.

•bc his thought process isn’t “i wish this was a better hug” but rather “i wish this was OVER !!” he doesn’t have a positive experience w it because his luck doesn’t kick in and make him feel okay/make the hug not be evil

•actually let’s talk about blesseds more. i imagine he didn’t bless many youngin’s because they were consistently very obnoxious @ him.

•like. i 100% believe that all the CoU tried to cling to/follow him if at all possible. from day One they were trying to find him (looking for any potential good caregiver) while adults were less active/persistent in their hunts

•so he kinda just went. 😐 and tried to stay away from kids when he was giving people fortune

•controversial i suppose but he has resting confused face. boy just always looks lost looks out of it looks ?

•”but whenever we see him in the games he’s going 😑” LISTEN. whenever we see utsuro in game he’s being exposed to the horrors. 

•i don’t say this to woobify him, he literally always is like noooo actually i did nothing wrong i am entirely passive and neutral and have no impact on everything ever. your actions are YOUR fault and not a result of me being insane to you. and it’s so hilarious to me to see. 

•but i do think it’s important to recognize there’s a Reason hes so like. no actually i’m devoid of agency… and that there’s trauma in that head !!!

•so yeah i think whenever we see him in game he’s yk. experiencing things. i think if u just saw him on the bus or whatever he’d look like he has no clue what’s going on ever. just a very very clueless resting face

#dra #sdra2 #utsuro #headcanons #i don’t wanna check that tag and see when the last time i posted hcs was

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hiiiiiiyaaaaaa~! Hi there Laura~! I'm here to appreciate an under-appreciated blorbo! My sweet lady Finesse! And I'm not just here to ask questions, I'm here to give my own thoughts on the questions (I do have one question for you though, tee hee). But like, just please accept my Finesse ramblings.

🍁 - The most interesting thing about Finesse is her proximity to the royal throne. She calls Augustus great uncle so her grandparent is a sibling of the current king. We don’t know how many other people are in House Kira besides Damnatio but Finesse is part of the though (though possibly considered a part of a branch family since her last name is different). But she’s still probably in line for succession. Queen Finesse when? 😤

🍂 - Finesse's strength as a person is her courage. When Langris was possessed and Ratry going crazy in House Kira, Finesse threw herself at his back and begged him not to hurt everyone. She saw that and didn't hesitate to try to stop "Langris". She has no combat abilities, she's frail in general, but the bravery! It's amazing! I also want to point out how positive she is, not made bitter in the slightest by her weak constitution or the fact that she's been placed in an arranged marriage. I love her, your honor.

🌼 - I think what makes Finesse a strong character is her understanding. She shows no fear towards Langris after the elf possession. She forgives Finral for his womanizing ways and seems to eagerly await his efforts to be a man that will make her happy. And I think that's something both brothers need for their character arcs. She's someone to see the worst sides of them (even though Langris was possessed, it's still a bad look) and to still accept them.

🌻 - Literally she's got a weak constitution and is sickly. Enough said. But also... I think she was a little bit dense when trying to talk to a possessed Langris. It clearly wasn't Langris so like, girl, run!

🌿 - Weakness as a character, I'd say it's the fact that she wasn't brought up sooner. Like, Finral was having moments all the way back in Seabed Temple but she doesn't come up until the Royal Knights Exam. I really wish she'd been established sooner, that's all. I want more Finesse content essentially.

☘️ - I strongly believe she has Light Magic. We know it runs somewhere in the Kira family. Plus, I think the pressure to get her married and to sire an heir might be because she has such a rare and beloved magic attribute and the royal family wants that passed on.

🤝 - I’m pulling this straight out of nowhere but imagine Finesse having a friendship with Mereoleona. Mereo has the strength of body and character to be as free as she wishes. Imagine Finesse and Mereo sitting down for tea when Mereo is visiting civilization. Imagine Finesse listen in awe at Mereo’s many adventures in the wild. She’s jealous that she’s not as strong but she loves that Mereo is willing to sit down with her and indulge her curiosity about the world.

💎 - In your opinion, if Finesse had the strength to join a Magic Knight squad and wanted to be a knight (I honestly don't think she's be interested but this is just a hypothetical), which one would she go to?

Hiiiiyyaaa Erika!!! Oh! Finesse! Yes the sweet lady with blue eyes and a kind heart! She most definitely is under appreciated.

🍁- No but that is interesting. I've been rooting for King Nozel and Wizard King Fuegoleon, but Finesse as a Queen would be really interesting. Granted that we don't know enough about the line of succession or the Kiras (or Calmreichs for that matter) to say a lot. The fact that Auggie is eager to get her married does speak about her being very close to the throne, at least in my mind. I mean, why else would Auggie bother? The question is: Does Auggies consider her as a threat or not? XD /lh,hj However, this is a really interesting piece of trivia when it comes to Finesse.

🍂- You're right and you should day it! The fact that she is frail, and knows it, makes her action even braver, because she must've known that she had no real chance of stopping "Langris". And yet, she didn't hesitate. Because she's not the kind of a woman to stand idly by in the face of danger. Might not have been the smartest action to make, but sometimes the right things to do, are not the smart things to do.

Never thought I'd type such a sentence, but .. yeah.

🌼- Exactly! What strength she doesn't have in her body, she has in spirit. And she knows how much it must mean for both of the brothers, to see that they can be loved and are loved even with all their flaws, because everyone has them. Everyone has done wrong things in their life, and it doesn't mean that they don't deserve happiness as a result.

She has strength as most others.

🌻- Ah, the double edge of the sword of bravery. The pleading and talking to "Langris" like he was Langris, was probably out of desperation. I mean... if I was in that situation, I'd probably do the same. But as far as weaknesses go, this isn't a big one, even if it might be her greatest.

🌿- She is essential to the story, granted that it's through the Space Brothers, but it's difficult to place her into the picture because she just exists and she exists as a romantic interest. A part of me hopes that Tabs would give us something more to Finesse, put her in the spotlight because of something and explain more about her, but another part of me knows that she probably doesn't get addressed again.

Maybe that's be my complaint of her as a character too, that she just seems to exist as a romantic interest when there would be so much potential in her too. I mean... a compassionate and understanding Queen Finesse Calmreich when?

☘️- Now... would they have wanted her to marry Morgen in that case? Or would the whole "House of Faust" thing with the devils been too much to handle? Granted that then they might have had another asset (in devil power) very close to the thrown?

Regardless, that is a very good point about her magic to be something rare.

I'm even entertaining the idea of it being something that you'd want to combine with Spacial Magic to create something even more potent than Light or Spacial. What that might be, I'm not true. (Time anyone? XD ) Other than that, it's a bit difficult to say anything about her magic per se, granted that we don't know what it is.

���- As I read this, for some reason I imagined her sitting down with Nebra, but you're right. Mereo and Finesse would, perhaps, have a kind of mutual understanding that'd allow them to spend time together and catch up. They also are both the kinds of people who don't put others down to feel good about themselves. Mereo can be harsh, but she wants people to be strong.

So, I think any discussions Finesse has with Nebra might be a courteous get together between... royals.

💎- The Blue Roses, I think. She might not be so... averse to men as Charlotte, but I think that Finesse is a strong woman and someone who could portray a lot of the BRK ideals. My other choice would be the CLK, but I know I'm biased towards the Lions, and we all know that the Lions usually have very physically fit people. (Sorry Finesse.) So, I think that the BRK would be her choice.

#finesse clamreich #my beloved blorbo event #Erika #faust fiancee

[medea10]

Medea Plays Pokemon Scarlet & Violet: Part III

I’ll get to Larry soon enough.

This might be a longer than normal post. I got in an extra day of playing due to a snow storm preventing me from going to work. Tee-hee. Let’s see how my journey is fairing out.

*gasp* Would you look at that?! A shiny! I’m not even a shiny hunter.

Oh my goodness, two of them!

Just like with Legends Arceus, it’s a little easier to point out and find shinies.

Is this a nod to the anime and TR’s Meowth or just a coincidence. I see what you did here, game.

I ran into more interesting-looking students again. Not as cringey as bruh who looks like a pedo. Buuut...

Ooh, oh no. This woman got a Frollo hairdo-look going on. What are you doing, Pokemon?

Okay, I have to admit. Out of all the memes on the internet involving the new Pokemon game, there’s one character/pokemon that I’m enjoying with all of the memes. I think you know who I mean.

That’s right. Oop, wrong file photo.

Yeah, I kinda fell in love with this sledgehammer-wielding psychopath.

Let’s see what’s up with school.

Huh. This reminds me of a Ren and Stimpy episode.

Them lummoxes love their meat on meat sandwiches. Maybe Miss Dendra is related to the lummoxes. Meanwhile, in art class...

Say no more. I’m shipping this until the day I die. Hassel loves his dear Brassie. It chokes him up inside.

Wow...um. I didn’t expect him to start crying because he heard Brassie-boy’s depression through art. This isn’t the last time you’ll see him cry.

You have no idea, lady. Let’s check out the Team Star incident.

Oh God. I know bullying is very wrong and everything, especially in this game. But...this kid just has such a punchable face. He’s like Bede, Dilandau, and Trip all mish-mashed into one entity.

Seriously, this kid here. I would like to punch him. And that’s stiff competition because the last Team Star person I fought before this little dingleberry acts like David Cross playing a Warlock.

But, you learn to let the fists go when you learn about Team Star and how they are not in the wrong. Like, at all. Everything stems back from 18 months ago. Team Star was bullied. Teachers did nothing. Team Star was formed under the guidance of the unseen boss. Turmoil hit the school. Bullies were sent to Galar. Teachers resigned. The former director covered everything up. Team Star was used as a scapegoat.

But educators like Clavell, Ms. Tyme, Jacq-strap, all of those people started AFTER this incident. The final Team Star boss is.

Whoa. I am at a loss of words with Eri. Except, I think she might be the daughter to a professional ultimate fighter and Stripperella. I ain’t even sorry for that crack.

After defeating all 5 squad bosses, you learn the hacker who told you to track down all the places and defeat the bosses that they are indeed the big boss. They will fight you on the school grounds at sundown. Let’s smash some titans.

I know you see this ginormous fella earlier in the game, like when your team is at level 20-30. Heed my advice and wait until, maybe your 6th badge to fight him. If you don’t believe me, look at some playthroughs on Youtube. People were not expecting this. Now for the confusing titan.

Is this the titan? I mean, he is bigger than some of the oth...

Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiii...

Don’t worry, he comes back once you beat Monstro, the big, blue whatchamafucker.

So, is this guy really the titan or was the big fella the titan? I don’t know. Let’s continue.

Oh God...don’t kill me with this now.

Doggo all better. Me happy. Me very happy. Let nothing ruin this...

Bad timing. Bad timing from bad parent. And if you don’t believe me...

I feel like this was Arven’s childhood in a nutshell.

But now, Arven’s mother Professor Crazy Bitch needs his help.

Wait, aren’t we forbidden from entering the hellhole of Paldea.

That is not a good sign. Let’s wrap things up with the Victory Road saga.

Meet Japanese businessman gym leader. A.K.A. Larry. And according to the internet, the most interesting man in Paldea. I’ll stick to my Tinkaton memes thank you very much.

The interesting gym challenges continue. For Larry’s gym, you have to order the correct secret dish that he eats at this restaurant. You get clues from fighting trainers all over town.

Next gym will have you compete in double battles in front of a crowd. When the crowd is warmed up, it’s time for a concert with Gym Leader Ryme. Yes, she’s the sister of your math teacher Miss Tyme.

Oh and the gym leader also does double battles. So there’s that.

In the next gym, Miss Dendra comes in with battle faces. You will also fight some trainers. No, Dendra is not the gym leader. She’s just good friends with her.

On a side-note, Miss Dendra is the best teacher.

Anyways, fight the Cover Girl model and win a badge. In your final badge...

You have to go through this Mario Party-style obstacle course and race down before time runs out. And then you can fight Grusha.

I kept forgetting he was a boy this whole time. These characters confuse me greatly. Okay, you obtain all 8 badges, time to meet with Geeta the champ.

I was really hoping the first time someone fought for me it would be Tracey Sketchit and not female-Goku over here.

So, you know how after you finish the gym battles, you go on to Victory Road and then face the Elite Four. There’s one trainer outside the Pokemon League and that’s it. Oh, there’s something you’ll have to face that’s more terrifying than 10+ trainers in a cave.

I know I know all the answers. But she’s so intimidating that I fear I might slip-up.

After that, you face off against the Elite Four. This includes Rika, a toddler, your art teacher, and...

Oops, wrong file photo.

...

They’re the same thing.

Yes, not since Koga have we seen such a jump. After you defeat all four of them, Geeta time.

You know what? I have some things to say. This was by-far, the easiest Elite Four I’ve faced-off against. This might be because a year prior to this, I was facing off against Sinnoh’s Elite Four + Cynthia. Plus, these guys don’t stop in mid-battle to give their pokemon a Full Restore. They just take the beating, thinking they’re going to annihilate you. Spoiler alert, they don’t. Also, don’t expect to take them on again after this. You can only fight the Elite Four once.

That’s right. Let me say it again for the people in the back. This is the only time you can fight the Elite Four and Geeta in this setting.

And now you’re champ.

He’s so overcome with joy. Okay, time for a sandwich break.

To be continued...

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #arven #rika #geeta #larry #ryme #grusha #tulip #ortega #eri #tinkaton #dendra #professor sada

[loving-n0t-heyting]

mainstream medical providers: Hello! I accomplish more in an afternoon than you do in six months because I am the outcome of a multi-decade academic hazing sequence designed to select for and cultivate nigh superhuman professional efficiency. Also I derive an almost psychosexual thrill from denying patients care and blaming it on impersonal rules that lack any actual binding legal power. Tee hee!

sketchy providers: I think you should be allowed to inject unadulterated mercury if you feel like it and will sometimes just ghost you for like a week bc I’m sort of a crazy mess :/

#:(((

[grimfate]

URL  SONG  CHALLENGE .

make a playlist using every letter of your url ! 

G .    GUNS FOR HIRE     —    woodkid.

kiss  your  perfect  day  goodbye  ,    because  the  world  is  on  fire.    tuck  your  innocence  goodnight  ;    you  sold  your  friends  like  guns  for  hire.    go  play  with  your  blocks  ,    and  now  you'll  pay  when  these  walls  come  tumbling  down.  

R .    REQUIEM FOR MY HARLEQUIN     —    poets of the fall.

this  is  a  requiem  for  the  harlequin  ,    the  great  pretender  crashing  down  with  style.    here's  to  the  fall  of  man  ,    fame  to  dust  ,    fortune  to  sand.    the  great  surrender  ,    finally  arrived!    this  is  how  the  requiem  loves  the  harlequin  ;    wake  up  -  your  chains  are  porcelain.    like  a  phoenix  from  the  ashes  ,    we  will  rise  again. 

I .    IRON SKY     —    mo jamil.

we  find  gods  and  religion  to  paint  us  with  salvation  ,    but  no  one  ,    oh  ,    nobody  ,    can  give  you  the  power  to  rise  over  love  ,    over  hate  ,    through  this  iron  sky  that's  fast  becoming  our  mind.    over  fear  ,    and  into  freedom.  

M .    MARCHING ON VERSAILLES     —    ad infinitum.

this  was  your  final  chance  ,    a  chance  you  didn't  take.    like  the  lightning  ,    we  will  fall  on  your  golden  wealth.    this  was  your  final  dance  ,    your  final  reverence  ;    now  on  the  horizon  ,    you  can  see  our  torches  burning.    no  turning  back  -  our  army  will  attack.    your  dynasty  ends  tonight!    we  are  the  army  of  silent  cries  ,    marching  on  your  denial.    we  are  the  justice  for  those  who  died  for  the  glory  of  versailles!  

F .    FEBRUARY SONG     —    josh groban.

sometimes  it's  hard  to  find  my  ground  ,    'cause  i  keep  on  falling  as  i  try  to  get  away  from  this  crazy  world.    and  i  never  want  to  let  you  down  ;    forgive  me  if  i  slip  away.    when  all  that  i've  known  is  lost  and  found  ,    i  promise  you  i  ,    i'll  come  back  to  you  one  day.  

A .    AT THE BREAK OF DAWN     —    arion ft. elize ryd.

close  your  eyes  for  just  one  time  and  lose  your  paradise.    all  we  had  is  gone  ;    it  must  be  sacrificed.  and  i  know  we  have  to  let  it  go  ,    escape  before  we  lie  on  ocean  floor.    and  i  know  ,    when  all  the  hope  is  gone  ,    we  have  to  run  before  we're  at  the  break  of  dawn.  

T .    THE KILLING KIND     —    marianas trench.

if  madness  overtakes  us  both  ,    then  nobody  would  be  alone  ;    the  ghosts  of  us  could  linger  here  ,    forever  not  to  disappear.    stay  ,    stay  near.    oh  ,    stay!    we  could  be  together  here  ;    forever  we're  together  ,    bound  in  madness.  

E .    EATER OF WORLDS     —    everyone loves a villain.

we  are  gods,  we  are  monsters  ;    we  create  to  devour.    not  for  love  ,    but  for  power.    what's  a  life  worth  in  the  end?    look  at  what  you've  created  -  a  creature  so  cruel  and  defeated.    i  am  the  eater  of  worlds  ,    and  i'm  looking  for  someone  to  feed  me.    can't  imagine  the  violence  ,    the  rage  and  the  love  in  my  madness.    i  am  the  eater  of  worlds  ,    and  i'm  looking  for  someone  to  feed  me.  

tagged by:  i stole it, tee hee. 

tagging:  @timethehobo (just for kicks) ,  @ubcs ,  @alphateamsfinest  (lol good luck) ,  @godblooded ,  @idolpyre ,  @mysticwrit ,  @stardustvein  and whoever else is reading this. 

#❪ 𝒊. ❫ — ˹ ooc. ˼

[fruit-jpg]

tee hee [vent]

I love this never ending loop of suffering !

No matter what I do with my life, it feels like it’s never going to allow me to have a moment of peace. I was so excited to start a new chapter of my life, I was really thinking everything would be better! New job where I get to tattoo all the time, some comfort at home, like yeah ! Things are going to go well for me!

What a fucking lie I told myself, holy shit. I’m not making any money since no one’s been coming into the shop much, and I’m trying to put out good work but it’s not coming, and I’m at a point where I probably won’t even afford my phone bill. I can’t afford to even sit in the shop and work and hope for a walk in, I can’t even get myself something to eat without feeling like a burden onto my coworkers, even if they offer to get me something I feel terrible about it. And all the worse, I have no one to rely on at home. I tried and it backfired and I’m being told how nothing pans out right, how I can’t be helped anymore, “I can’t raise you” (what a crazy thing to say to me because I needed help, but what fucking ever right). I’m so sad for my boyfriend and I’ve felt like nothing but a burden to him. I hate that he feels he has to be a ‘crushing voice of reality’ to me and that he’s felt that way for months but has never said anything bc I get pouty. It isn’t even that I pout but I’m so hyperempathetic (or maybe just regular empathetic idk) that it makes me sad when things don’t feel okay to someone ! I don’t know ! And I feel so fucking guilty and the guilt never goes away, it just latches on to one thing or the other… and to top that off I have to struggle..

I can’t ask my mom, and I have no friends who could help me out, at this point I might have to walk to work ! I’m sure 4 hours in the summer heat won’t be bad for me at all. Im applying for part time jobs but all im getting is “we’ll reach out to you”. At this point im considering going back to my old job bc it’s the only thing I’m sure would take me, even though I hate it there, even though I know me trying to go back will cause a fight… I don’t want to keep feeling so doomed…

And alone…. I’m trying and failing not to cry in the shower over how horseshit my life actually is, how maybe I deserve all this after all, and that honestly this is a hell of my own design. I’ve done this too myself.

And I don’t know if I want to die, per se, to make this all end, but I don’t feel like living right now. Not that I will do anything about it. Not that this is really living to begin with. I can’t even bring myself to even self harm bc what’s the point? To cause another fight and to need to tattoo over it while I can’t afford it ? I’m a fucking joke, a tragic nearly Shakespearean joke of a human life. Hilarious tbh

#we really live to suffer #this is just what I get tho #I’ve succeeded in having no one and nothing so now what #vent #lmao

[cyancherub]

*violently slams fists onto the table*

I just saw your post about who you’ve gotten votes for and not a single person has said Geto Suguru yet??? Not one? Oh lawd, I told myself I was gonna’ act like a normal human being but that just went straight out the window. I would stop at absolutely nothing to see you write for him and that is not a little jokey joke for us to tee hee about. You want my first born? Money? Your arch enemies heart delivered to you in a decorative box?? I didn’t know he was an option but now that I do I’m ready to pull my own teeth out, just the thought of you writing for Suguru has me 🤸🤸🤸🤸 popping my pussy in a handstand, phew.

Because listen … listen. I just know you’d do him justice, I fucking know you would, and nobody understands how goddamn PARCHED I am for that man on a daily, hourly, minute by minute basis. It’s actually sick how bad I want him. It’s abhorrent. I would do literally and I do mean literally anything he asked me to do. I may or may not have written a fic where he makes us eat his ass and it just needs to go through the editing process before I can post it but YEP I sure as hell do mean anything, I don’t even care if it flops I wrote that shit for ME, myself and I, good god

So anyway, yeah, I’d definitely like to submit one (1) ballot for Geto Suguru please. Thank you for your time and please have a lovely day. 💕👼💕

IM SUPER LATE TO THIS BABY IM SORRY!!!!

BUT!!!! AHHHHH i took another look at the poll thing and a couple ppl voted for geto!!!! ive had a few reqs to write for him in the past too AND HONESTLY I WANT TO BECAUSE HES SO SEXY ALKFLKG his character design is top tier to me HE IS JUST BEAUTIFUL ;;;;; like if i had to choose one jjk character who is the most gorjus to me it would be him or maybe toji AOAOSADJ. BUT ANYWAY!!! I PROMISE UUUU HE IS ON MY TO WRITE LIST HE IS VERY HIGH UP THERE ACTUALLY!!! i want to write him . very cruel FGLKG help. i love him hes so evil it makes me crazy!!! POPPING YOUR PUSSY IN A HANDSTAND—I LAUGHED OUT LOUDDLKLD help me LMAOAO

PLSSSSS I AM SO FLATTERED U THINK I WOULD DO HIM JUSTICE I WILL DIE. i think he would be so much fun to write for AHHHHHHHH im going to lose my MARBLES ! ! ! but YESYESYS i would do anything he asked me to also <333 but why lie he wouldnt ask us he would TELL us </33 *BONES START RATTLING IN MY SKIN* ANYWAY

HELLO???HELLLOOOLLFKLSDKF HELLO if u do not tag me in this fic i am going to punch 5050598 holes thru my wall!!!! PLS TAG MEEEE IM GONNA YELL thats so sexy IL DIEEEE

BUT YES REQUEST RECEIVED LOUD AND CLEAR!!! im gonna do my jjk reread soon so i can get the characterization down and then !!!! WOOOOO

#cherub.mail #baby <3 #IM SO BAD AT RESPONDING TO STUFF BUT I WANTED U TO KNOW I LOVE UR ASKS AND TAGS SO MUCH THEY MAKE ME SCREAM #reminder #cherub.jjk