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TAKE CARE OF YOU [6]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 3,484

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[A/N: I'm having too much fun with this. Also, I may do away with tag lists here soon. i know they're helpful for y'all but the amount of time it takes up for some God forsaken reason is killing me lol]

06: HERE'S YOUR PUNISHMENT

"always be careful of what you hear about a woman. rumors either come from a man who can't have her, or a woman who can't compete with her."

A week and a half had passed and you had been on three other dinner dates with Joel. They hadn’t been as elaborate as your putt putt date, but it was still time with him that you enjoyed. The nights you didn’t go out you spent on the phone with him. A day hadn’t gone by where you didn’t speak to Joel in some manner or way.

“What is this??” Nima cried from your kitchen. She wandered out of the space in her pajamas, a korean face mask in place, and held up the expensive bottle of wine Joel had sent you. “Bitch, I went to look for your box wine and found this.”

You beamed at her from your spot on the couch. A thick, cozy blanket draped over your shoulders. “Joel got it for me. Crack it open!”

“Pfft, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

A few moments later, Nima entered your view again. She hurried to jump onto the couch beside you. Two wine glasses held precariously in one hand and the wine bottle in the other. The corkscrew was held under her arm and when she was settled she began to open it up.

“How is that sugar baby stuff going?” Nima asked.

“Good.” You responded. “We’ve been on a few⏤ outings.” You didn’t refer to them as dates like you did with Joel. It just felt odd. “We went putt putt golfing on our first outing. We walked through a park another time.” Nima narrowed her eyes at you while pouring wine in the glasses. “What?”

Nima scoffed and handed you the wine. “Putt putt? A walk? He’s a millionaire.” She took a sip of the wine and groaned in pleasure at the taste. She then motioned to you to make her point. “He should be flying you to Paris for escargot or Taiwan for noodles.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s literally absurd.” Nima shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated manner. You shifted in your seat comfortably and you could feel a slow smile spread across your lips at the thought of Joel. “I like our outings, thank you.”

“Oh no.” Nima blurted and you furrowed your brow in confusion at her sudden concern. “I recognize that look.”

“What look?”

“That look.”

“I’m not wearing a look!”

Nima leaned forward and shook her head. “You like your sugar daddy.”

You scoffed in response. “I think that’s kind of the point.”

“No, no.” Nima waggled her finger at you. “The point is to pretend like you like your sugar daddy. That’s how you keep all the power.” You rolled your eyes then took a sip of the delicious and expensive wine. Nima sighed. “I’m serious.”

“You’re ridiculous is what you are.”

Nima stretched out to rest her legs in your lap and shot you a serious look that you could only half take seriously due to the face mask she wore. “You haven’t liked a guy since your ex. You can’t blame me for being worried. I just don’t want you to get hurt again, babe.”

“I’m not gonna⏤ You’re way off base here.” You shook your head and took a sip of your wine. “That’s not something you need to worry about.” Nima tilted her head and gave you a firm look. “Seriously!”

“Right.” She dragged the word out. “And you haven’t checked your phone a dozen times since I got here hoping for a text from him.”

Your eyes widened as she called you out. Nima wasn’t wrong. Despite, just having spoken to him this afternoon you still hoped to hear from him. The back of your neck warmed in mild embarrassment and you took a sip of your wine before speaking. “No. No, I’m just… I’m keeping an eye out because if he does text me I need to reply. Obviously. He’s, uh, he’s paying me.”

“Uh huh.” Nima deadpanned. You rolled your eyes and sunk into the couch. “How much do you know about this guy? Like, for real?”

“I know what I need to know.”

“What if he has a secret family??” Nima cried.

“He has a not secret family that he talks about quite warmly.” You replied with a small smile. Only days ago the two of you had gotten onto the topic of families. “He has a brother, and two daughters.”

Nima waved her hand toward you. “I bet all those relationships are all fucked up.”

“Actually, Joel says they’re incredibly close.”

“Of course, he would say that.” Nima argued. “Have you met them?”

“What child, regardless of age, would ever want to meet their father’s sugar baby?”

“True.” She conceded.

You hid behind your wine glass, taking another long sip, in thought. The topic of Joel’s daughters had you torn. On one hand, listening to Joel talk about his daughters was literally the cutest thing in the world. He was so proud of them both. His eldest was about to be a senior at Baylor University back in Texas with plans to go to pharmacy school when she eventually graduated and his youngest had just been accepted into UCLA. It was obvious how much he adored them and the few stories he told made it clear that they cared about him equally so. The only part of it that felt odd to you was the thought that if they knew about you they’d hate you.

You were the weird woman their father was paying to hang out with. If the roles were reversed you’d be worried that some psycho woman was taking advantage of your father.

“Well, I wanna meet him.” Nima demanded.

You scoffed with a laugh. “Not yet, Nima.”

“Why not?? Is he hiding from me?”

“No,” You grinned at her, “I’m hiding him from you. Joel’s not ready to be exposed to your insanity quite yet I don’t think.”

Nima hummed and held up the wine glass for you to clink yours again. “That’s fair, babe. That’s fair.”

The rest of the night was filled with cheesy rom coms, Nima’s nonsense, and an additional wine bottle after you and her killed the first one. Every month the two of you had a dedicated ‘girls’ night’ where you both hung out and got fully caught up with one another lives. Around midnight, when Nima had risen to use the bathroom you felt your phone buzz and reached out for it: ‘Didn’t wanna interrupt girls’ night, but hope you’re having a good night. Talk to you tomorrow, sugar.’

You held the phone to your chest as a stupidly pleased smile flickered to your features. Nima hadn’t been wrong. You liked your sugar daddy. You really liked him, actually. Still, you could keep you emotions separate from this deal. It would be fine. You wouldn’t get hurt.

A few days after girls’ night, you found yourself at work leaning against the counter while reading a book. Henry had stepped out to buy lunch. The last customer to come through had been a little over an hour ago and you had gotten pretty absorbed in your book. However, the sound of the door chime made you glance up in excitement. Joel had said he’d swing by to visit you around this time. It was not your sugar daddy who came waltzing through the door though.

“Rosalind?” You asked in surprise. She looked as regal as she did when you met her prior to agreeing to a deal with Joel. She wore a flowy, long dark green gown with braided brown straps. It made her look like some kind of forest goddess which you mildly obnoxious. How could a person look airbrushed in person? “Uh, hi.”

“Hi, girly.” Rosalind pushed her sunglasses away from her eyes and into her hair. “So good to see you again!”

“Yeah.” You stuck a bookmark in your book before tucking it under the counter. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, I’m not here for baked goods.” Rosalind laughed. “I haven’t had a carb in seven years.”

“That sounds… miserable.” You mumbled the last bit, but she acted as if she did not hear you.

“How have things been with your daddy?”

You blinked in shock at her statement. Rosalind had come in here just to ask you how things were going with Joel? You had a strong suspicion it wasn’t for your sake. She waited patiently for you to respond. Finally, you gave her a small nod. “Good. It’s going really good.”

“Aw, there’s no need to lie.” Rosalind cooed and you simply raised an eyebrow in confusion. You couldn’t even begin to feel bullied by this woman mainly because there was too many questions swirling in your mind to be intimidated. “I hear he dropped you.”

You blinked once and tilted your head at her, “Huh?”

“I mean, why else would you still be working in this decrypt and sad little bakery?”

“I have a responsibility?” You replied. Granted, you knew Joel didn’t want you working here anymore. He wasn’t nagging you or twisting your arm to put in a two week’s notice, but his opinion was still made clear. Joel respected that fact that you wanted to right by Henry which you were thankful for. Not thankful enough to bite the bullet and just do it, but you were working up to that. Slowly. “I can’t just leave.”

Rosalind let loose a mocking laugh. “What idiot would still work a full schedule despite their sugar daddy offering them a life of ease?”

You rubbed the back of your neck with a mildly amused wince. “I think the word ‘idiot’ is a little harsh.” She seemed to ignore your comment entirely. “Did you really come all the way here to mock me about a rumor you heard? An incorrect one, at that? Because I think that means you need to get a hobby.” You shrugged. “Or maybe better sources.”

“No, girly, I came to offer condolences.” Rosalind replied.

“It doesn’t feel like that…”

She ignored your mumbles again. “I know this was your first time branching into the extravagant world I’ve made my home in, and I don’t want you to get discouraged.” Rosalind reached over the counter to grasp your hand in hers. “In fact, I want to help you find a new daddy. Maybe one more…” She eyed you up and down. “In your league.” You furrowed your brow at the backhanded insult. “All you have to do is help me set a meeting with Joel Miller.”

“Why?” You asked. Though, you were fairly certain you knew why.

“I’m in the market for a new daddy.” She winked at you as if the two of you were friends gossiping and she hadn’t been tossing insults your way since walking through the door. Rosalind was either the most confident woman on the planet or she was completely and totally delusional. Maybe both.

Though she was lucky though because after another five minutes of rambling to you about her newest plans to secure a daddy and the kinds she could find for you, the door chime rang. You found any annoyance you felt toward Rosalind vanished the second Joel walked through the door. He was dressed in a work flannel today which meant he was either coming from or going to a construction site.

“Hi, daddy.” You grinned and his eyes widened at your public greeting. Joel’s eyes weren’t nearly as wide as Rosalind’s though as she gawked between you and him. You pointed to the woman in front of you. “This is Rosalind Turkey⏤”

“Turby.” She corrected through the gritted teeth of her smile.

“⏤and she hasn’t eaten a carb in seven years.”

Joel nodded slowly. It was clear he didn’t fully understand the circumstances, but his lips still curled up in amusement. He nodded at Rosalind once. “Congratulations?”

“Rosalind, this is Joel Miller.” You finished. “You said you wanted to meet him? Ask him something about a meeting?”

Rosalind faked a laugh before waving her hand at you. “Don’t be silly, my love.” It was fun to see the smile she wore as it did not match the rage in her eyes. “I’ll leave you two be.” She paused only to set a hand on Joel’s shoulder. “It was very nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Joel grunted.

“Ta-ta!” Rosalind waved at you once more and you gave her a cheerful wave back as she glared at you once before storming out the door.

You laughed at her reaction, and Joel shook his head. “Mind tellin’ me what the hell that was about?”

“Remember I told you that I met with a sugar baby before agreeing to our deal?” You asked. Joel nodded. “That was her.”

“Why was she here?”

“Apparently there’s a rumor that you dumped me as your sugar baby.” You grinned teasingly at him. “So, if that’s what you’ve come to do, may I just warn you that women like her will be kicking down your door looking for a little loving the second you do.”

Joel laughed. “Guess that means I just gotta keep you forever, hm?” You felt your entire face warm as your lips twisted into a smile you tried to hide. His goal must have been to make you squirm since his own amusement increased at the sight of you. “Rosie tell you why she thought that?”

You were positive that she would hate that nickname and reminded yourself to use it if you ever had to deal with her again. You shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not sure. I don’t know how she found me or anything, but I think she thought it was because I was still working here.”

“Not for my lack of tryin’.” Joel snorted.

“I’m gonna talk to Henry soon, I promise.” You replied.

Joel shook his head and held a hand up, “I ain’t here to bother you about that. I came to bother you about somethin’ else.”

“And that is?”

“You still got that three day weekend?” He asked, and you nodded. This week you had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off which was almost unheard of, but Henry was going out of town to visit family and figured it’d be best just to close up those days. Joel knew that though. The two of you had just talked about it so you weren’t sure why he was asking again. “Good. I got this conference to go to. Was hopin’ you’d, uh, you’d come along.”

It dawned on you then that Joel seemed a bit nervous to ask and after all the time you spent together you found that curious. You tried to reassure him, “I’d love to go, Joel.”

“Well,” He leaned on the counter in front of you, “It’s not a normal conference. Just don’t feel obligated to say yes because of our deal. As much as I’d like you to be there, I never told you this," He motioned between the two of you, "would involve any sort of travelin'.”

Your eyes widened. “Traveling?”

“The conference is in Vegas.” Joel replied. “We’d leave Friday mornin' and I’d have you back late Sunday night.” You felt a wave of excitement roll through you which Joel seemed to take as anxiety. “No pressure. It’s just last year this conference wasn’t any kind of fun, and I was hopin’ you’d change that.”

You smirked, and leaned on the counter as well to bounce your eyebrows in a suggestive manner, “Change it how? What kind of fun are you expecting from me?”

Joel’s face flushed and he cleared his throat. “Not⏤ I wasn’t⏤ I just thought you'd, uh we'd…” He finally seemed to notice you were simply teasing him, and he scoffed⏤ lips curling into a smile. Joel reached forward to set his hand on your face and he squished your cheeks with one hand so your lips were slightly pursed. He leaned in, “You’re bein’ a brat, sugar.”

“I thought you liked that.” You replied, but all your words came out slightly muffled by the way he held your face. Joel raised an eyebrow at you in response, and it made your heart flutter in your chest. You chuckled, cheeks still squished, “Sorry, daddy.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Joel chuckled. He loosened his grip so he wasn’t playfully squishing your cheeks together, but he let his fingers linger on your cheeks for a moment before pulling his hand back. You found you missed his touch more than you should. “So?”

You nodded. “I’ll come. I’ve never been to Vegas before.”

“Good.” Joel nodded, excitement in his brown eyes making you even happier to say yes. “You know what this means?” You tilted your head curiously then slightly shook your head. “Means we get to go shoppin’, sugar. You need a brand new wardrobe for Vegas.”

You chuckled, “You look for any excuse to buy things.”

“Only for the special people in my life.” Joel shrugged, and he made the comment so nonchalantly that you felt heat creep up the back of your neck and into your cheeks. Joel reached back to his back pocket and pulled out a square box that he set in front of you. “Speakin’ of…”

You stared at it for a moment before snapping your gaze back to him, “What is this?”

“You lost at mini golf. Here’s your punishment.”

“You were serious??”

Joel winked at you, “Always, sugar.”

He nodded once for you to open it and you hesitantly picked up the velvet box to pop it open. Joel had promised you exorbitant and gaudy jewelry. You weren’t sure what to expect when the lid hinged open, but you gasped at the sunflower that stared up at you⏤ just like the first flowers he sent you.

The necklace was made of a silver chain and the sunflower charm hanging from it was about the size of a dime. It’s center was made up of a collection of very small, glittering smokey gems and yellow petals fanned out from it in a radial pattern. Some petals were a solid yellow stone and others made of some kind of yellow gem. Your eyes snapped up to Joel to see he had been staring at you intently the entire time. The corner of his lips curled ever so slightly and a softness in his eyes that only added to the gift itself.

“Oh my God, Joel.” You breathed.

“You like it?” He asked, genuinely nervous about your reaction. You pressed your lips together and nodded frantically⏤ unable to find the words. Joel breathed out a breath of relief. The necklace was gorgeous, but you really loved the memory tied to it. As long as you wore it, every sight of it would remind you of that first bouquet, that first date.

You picked the necklace up from the box then grinned at Joel. “Can you…?” Joel understood what you were asking and you spun in place so he could reach across the counter and latch the necklace’s clasp. The feel of his warm fingers brushing against the skin at the back of your neck sent a chill down your spine that you couldn’t help but shiver at. If Joel noticed, he made no comment. You were thankful for the counter separating the two of you. Having his breath fanning down on your neck alongside his fingers would probably send you spiraling over the edge.

When he finished, his hands pulled away and you turned around to admire the way the gift looked around your neck. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

“Not gaudy?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Where’d you get it?”

“I had it made.” Joel replied. “That’s what took me so long to get it to you, sugar.”

“So, this is original?” Your eyes widened again. “There’s no other piece just like this?”

Joel smirked. “It’s one of a kind. Just like you.”

“That’s so cheesy.” You beamed at him, hands lifting to rest on your cheeks. After telling Joel how much you liked cheesy shows of affection he had showered you in that kind of behavior. The sound of the door’s bell going off made you glance over to see two strangers walking in. “Alright, I need to get back to work.”

Joel shook his head, “If you weren’t working we wouldn’t be interrupted like this, sugar.”

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” You teased back. He nodded in surrender and you leaned in to leave him with one last comment before the two strangers got any closer. “Thanks for the gift, daddy.”

Joel held your gaze for another beat before he shot you a discreet final wink before leaving. The two strangers, still caught up in their own conversation, finally drifted over and it took actual effort to tear your eyes away from Joel’s broad frame. Your hand lifted to touch the sunflower charm hanging round your neck. Maybe Nima was completely right. You were in trouble.

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All I Think About | Choi Seungcheol (m)

✦pairing: fwb!Seungcheol x afab reader ✦genre: smut (minors DNI), a lil bit of fluff and angst ig

✦warnings: teasing, a lil bit of jealousy, emotional constipation, grinding on the thigh, fingering, unprotected sex (pls wear protection), edging, calls the reader a slut, a lil degradation then, rough sex woohoo, kissing on the neck, anyways minors pls do not interact with this thank you. ✦wc: ~3.6K AN: Hi all, this is my first smut/fic post on this Tumblr. I haven't been on this platform in a while, so I apologize as I'm still getting used to it and trying to get more interactive. Otherwise, I just wanted to bite the bullet and get my first writing out on here, it probably could use a little bit more proofreading, but I'm pretty happy with it otherwise. I was heavily inspired by that Enhypen Foreshadow and Taylor Swift Style remix (IYKYK), and played a good bit off of Style for fun. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy (;

Seungcheol pulled up to your place tonight with no headlights, sending you a text that he arrived and that he was waiting outside in his car. You snuck down the staircase, praying your roommates wouldn’t hear you as you trekked quietly to the front door.

They’d absolutely kill you if they knew you were meeting up with him after you had just spent the last week spiraling over a recent post you saw of him. He was out and about in a club with a group of girls in the class below you. All night, his group of friends and him had been posting belligerent stories of them dancing and drinking with the girls. In the background of one story specifically, he had his arm wrapped around a pretty girl, a gummy smile adorning his face as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. This had sent you into a week-long spiral, locking yourself in your room only to leave for lectures as necessary and the occasional meal.

However, you had no right to be jealous, and you knew damn well that you didn’t. Seungcheol and you had been best friends for years now, recently becoming friends with benefits the past couple of months after a night of drunken neediness and passion. Both of you had decided to continue the shenanigans since it felt good to let off the steam together, and it just felt so right. Your frequent hangouts becoming much more than the study sessions and casual movie nights. You found yourself becoming addicted to his touch, his scent, his lips; you could go on and on about how he drove you wild in such a different way than before.

You knew you were headed towards rock bottom one night. Your heart fluttered a little faster than normal when he looked softly into your eyes, kissing you with passion as always, hands roaming, and whispering sweet nothings. You thought maybe he felt it too, maybe you should express how you felt, that this was becoming much more than friends with benefits to you. But you were too emotionally constipated to ever say anything and feared the worst. You pushed him away that night, cutting things off abruptly, and escorting him out of your house.

Resultingly, you hadn’t spoken for a month up until now due to how things had ended. It had been a while since either of you had heard from each other, giving you both the space that you needed. However, tonight he had texted you out of the blue, asking what you were doing and if he could come pick you up. You almost jumped out of your bed in giddiness, only for it to die down realizing exactly what he was seeking. Of course, you obliged still, agreeing to meet with him but only on the terms that it had to be on the down low. He knew that your roommates weren’t the biggest fan of him, as they had been his friends too, always encouraging him to speak to you about how he truly felt. He knew he had disappointed them the day after you had kicked him out, your closest roommate eyeing him down as she crossed paths with him on campus.

You shook your head staring at the brief text chain between you and Seungcheol, ashamed of what you two have become. You never thought you’d lose a friend like this, nor that you would ever agree to a midnight booty call in advance. Of course, you were still excited to be reunited with Seungcheol, excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again. You couldn’t deny that you yearned for his touch, but even more so yearned to hear his laugh again or to be the one to make him smile. You had to hold yourself back from skipping towards the passenger side of his car, trying to remain as indifferent as possible as you opened the door only to see his annoyingly handsome face again.

Seungcheol pulled out of your driveway, turning on his headlights as he drove out of the neighborhood. The air in the car was thick with tension, quiet music playing in the background as you both avoided being the first person to initiate conversation. You kept your attention ahead of you, only focusing on the cars passing by and noting the similar landmarks that you usually passed along the way to Seungcheol’s place. In comparison, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off you, you felt his gaze shifting towards you every so often, which made you suppress your blush just in case he could see it. If you weren’t being so stubborn, you would have giggled and scolded him to keep his eyes on the road. However, you couldn’t acknowledge the way you felt his eyes burning into you tonight, too scared to spark the conversation first.

Upon arriving at Seungcheol’s place, he quickly turned off the engine and jogged around to open the passenger door for you. You gave him a shy smile to say thank you. His hand gently brushed your lower back as he guided you towards the front door in silence, sending shivers down your spine feeling electrified by his touch. He only took his hand off your back to shuffle in front of you to unlock his front door.

You took advantage of his back facing you, allowing yourself to analyze his figure for the first time tonight. You so badly wanted to run your hands over his broad shoulders or through his thick black hair. It had been slicked back after he kept running a nervous hand through it during the drive, which was something you noticed in addition to his burning eyes. His bright, thick lips were in a pout as he scrambled with his keys.

Seungcheol finally unlocks his front door, holding it open for you and beckoning you to enter before him. The entryway was pitch black; the only light being provided by the moonlight shining through the windows. You both shuffled around in silence, removing your coats and shoes, his hand once again brushing you gently as he reaches for you.

This is when you lost it, shying away from him as your voice betrayed you, letting out what sounded like a whimper, “Don’t you have some other girl to fuck around with now, Seungcheol?”

You can hear him scoff, his hands now grabbing both your arms and slowly leading you back against the wall. “Why do you think that, Y/N?” He’s got you right where he wants you, the soft lighting from the moon illuminating your face so that he can see his effect on you. The light bounces off the wall behind you, allowing you to better see his features as he stares incredulously back at you.

“I s-saw it on Jeonghan’s story, you’ve been hanging out with all those girls lately,” you stutter out and it looks like a lightbulb goes off in his head. You refrain from banging your head back into the wall, feeling incredibly exposed and silly for ever saying anything to your friend. “J-Just thought… thought that maybe you were talking to one of them.”

He lets out a soft laugh, one of the hands that had caged you against the wall wanders up to your cheek to cup it. You try not to lean into his touch, but you can’t help it. His rough thumb caresses your skin so softly that the gentle touch sends heat right down to your core.

“Well, that may be true,” he sighs, and you feel your heart sink a bit. You begin to realize that this is a mistake, squirming to push him away once again. Instead, he shocks you by dipping down to your neck, scattering hot kisses from your ear to your jaw. Hot breath once again tickles your ear, his hands roaming all over your body as you try not to buck your hips into him. “They don’t drive me crazy like you do, I can’t get you out of my mind, Y/N.”

You let out another whimper at his statement, allowing him to continue caressing your body and finally giving in to him. You can feel his smirk pressing into your neck. It’s almost as if he’s trying to feel your pulse through the way he presses his lips against you, relishing in how your heartbeat quickens at his confession as he starts to pepper more kisses along your sensitive spots. You can’t hold back anymore, hands desperately gripping at his shirt as he begins to nip and suck on your neck with new fervor.

Breathing out heavily, you confess, “fuck, Seungcheol, I can’t get you out of my mind either. I missed this, I missed you,” you moan as his teeth graze your jaw, “I missed us.” A confession you hadn’t meant to make, but so be it.

“Same here, baby,” Seungcheol almost growled, this time attaching your lips to his in a heated kiss. You both kissed like you had been starving for one another, his mouth capturing your soft moans and whines with his as you battled for dominance. Your hands made your way to his hair, pulling at the strands as he lets out a groan that has your knees going weak.

Seungcheol notices this, slotting a thigh between your legs as you become needier for his touch. He has you fully pressed up against the wall now, his tongue battling with yours as he lets out soft curses between hot kisses. Your heated core is now pressed up against his thigh, his hands running down your waist to latch onto your hips to help guide you as you grind against him. You moan in relief, his thigh feels so good against your center that you’re almost certain you’ll come undone right then and there.

Your movements get more and more desperate, making Seungcheol’s grasp on your hips a lot firmer than before to forcefully stop your motions. “Why’d you do that, Cheol,” you almost cry out as the high that you’d been chasing slowly ebbed away from your core.

“You don’t get to cum unless I say so,” he spits out as he forcefully grasps your face in one hand. The other hand traveled down to press against your folds through the thin layer of underwear beneath your skirt. The pressure of his hand sent a shock wave of pleasure through you even though you had just been denied an orgasm. “You know what, actually, you don’t get to cum unless you're cumming around my cock.”

Seungcheol lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom. Unceremoniously, he throws you down onto the bed and begins pulling all garments off your body. He litters kisses all over your exposed skin, wasting no time whatsoever as he yanks your bra off and immediately attaches his lips to your nipple. You attempt to fumble with his belt as he pushes you down onto his bed, and he pulls away from you to only pull his shirt off his body. Taking this time as he hovers above you on his knees, he tsks staring down at you in awe, and runs two fingers across your folds, “so beautiful for me, baby. Always so needy for me, look how fucking wet you are just from grinding against my thigh.”

You let out a moan as he sinks both fingers into your seeping core, covering your mouth to absorb your screams into his own. He’s not taking it easy on you as he begins fucking his fingers into you slowly, teasingly, and eventually increases to a brutal pace. He rips your hand away from your mouth, holding it above your head as he continues fingering you, his fingers curling into you and hitting the exact spot that he knows makes you crumble. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you cry out for me.”

You’re breathing heavily as he continues his ministrations, his thumb coming up to rub your clit which earns a scream in between your bated breaths. He feels your walls tightening around his fingers, and he knows your body too well. He can tell by the way your legs threaten to snap shut, using his shoulder to keep them open as he pushes you as close as he can towards the edge. You can feel the pleasure building up again, the pit of arousal in your stomach feeling as if it’s ready to explode as your hips chase the high caused by his fingers.

To your dismay, he pulls out from between your folds, and you’re quick to start begging, “Cheol, pl-please, you were making me feel so good.” He’s quick to shut you up, shoving his fingers right into your mouth.

“Remember what I said, pretty girl?” He hums, keeping his fingers in your mouth as you suck pathetically on them, you nod knowing the exact instructions he gave you earlier. “I said you only get to cum around my cock.”

He pulls his fingers away, messily leaving traces of wetness around your lips, and he can’t help but pull you back in for another heated kiss. He tastes yourself on your lips, and it drives him crazy, grinding his hips right into yours. He finally gives in as you successfully unbuckle his belt this time, helping him shuffle out of his jeans and boxers whilst never letting his lips leave yours. Once his pants are finally off, you reach for his cock, and it already feels hot and heavy in your hand. His size still excited you to this day, his length feeling so big in your tiny hand as you begin to jerk him off using the bit of precum from his tip.

Breathlessly, Seungcheol breaks away from the kiss, lips wandering down your neck to your chest and back to your nipples. He’s groaning against your chest as he sucks on one mound, the other hand coming up to play with the other.

“So big, Cheol, can’t wait for you to fill me up,” you cry out as he sucks extra hard at your nipple, pinching the other one harshly. “It’s all I think about, is you filling me up so good.” Your hand continues to work at his hard length, but he doesn’t allow you to do so for much longer, muttering something about how he won’t last long if you continue touching him like that.

He pulls away to line up with you, his tip teasing your entrance as he looks at you with the softest eyes of the night, “still clean for you, baby, wouldn’t ever think of fucking anyone else but you. Am I crossing a line saying that? All I can think about is fucking you.”

Moaning out, you wrap your legs around him encouraging him, “please, please just do it already.” He slides into you, your warm walls immediately taking him in as if he was made specifically for you. He groans at how tight you feel around him, swearing that he’ll never get sick of how you clench around him every time. You’re both a moaning mess, your nails digging crescent moons into his back as he fills you up completely.

He starts thrusting into you, your legs tightening around him to keep him from teasing you as he pulls his length slowly in and out of you. “So warm and tight, baby. I won’t go anywhere, don’t worry.” His body is now pressed down against yours, your legs pulling him as close as you can as he grinds into you, and his arms next to your head are the only thing holding his full weight from you.

Your legs are already shaking by the time he begins to pick up his pace, the friction of his movement against your clit sending you into madness as he thrusts in and out of you. His lips work at your neck, leaving love bites all along the skin as he whispers curses and dirty words into them.

“Please, fuck me harder,” you begin to cry out, the intense pleasure building up in your core for the final time tonight as your hips start to chase his to pick up the speed, “I can’t take it anymore, Cheol, please just fuck me harder, I need it.”

He’s encouraged by your begging, grabbing your legs and pulling them over his shoulders to get a better angle on you. He doesn’t wait, immediately fucking you harder and faster than before. “Does my little Y/N like that?” He antagonizes between heavy breaths, his pace not faltering as he brings a thumb to your clit. “Who would have thought my best friend was so dirty, such a fucking slut for me, baby.”

“I’m your slut, Cheol, all yours.” You cry out as he keeps up his pace, his cock pounding into you relentlessly as his thumb works at your most sensitive spot. You’re moaning out, tears almost falling from your eyes at the brutal way his hips slam into yours, the pleasure only getting more intense with each thrust.

He knows you’re ready to cum, feeling the way your walls get impossibly tighter around him and at the way your legs begin to shake on his shoulders. You’re crying out at each thrust, only egging him on as he’s starting to reach his end himself.

“Please, let me cum,” you’re screaming, reaching out for his hand that’s working at your clit, the pleasure almost feeling too intense as you try to refrain from cumming without his permission.

Seungcheol continues fucking into you as you beg, keeping the relentless pace until he no longer can hold back himself. “Cum with me, baby,” he’s groaning, as he snaps his hips into yours in such a pleasurable way, you’re immediately milking his cock for all it’s worth. His release follows yours, painting your walls with the white, hot liquid. Yours spasming around him, and he can’t help but give you a few extra leisurely thrusts to work you through your entire orgasm, even if it overstimulates him.

Pulling out of you, he watches as his cum drips from between your folds. It’s a beautiful sight, but not as beautiful as the smile you give him when he finally makes eye contact with you. He curses himself for ever letting you two get this way, curses himself for not fighting you the day you pushed him out of your house, and curses himself for never saying how he truly felt.

Before Seungcheol can utter a word, you’re popping up from the bed and sauntering over to the bathroom to clean up. He takes this time to clean himself up and compose his thoughts. This wasn’t just a booty call for him, he truly did want to reconcile your friendship, or propose even more than that. You truly were all he thought about.

Little does he know, you’re in the bathroom in the same predicament. This night only makes you realize you can’t go much longer without Seungcheol back in your life, even if that means that tonight was the last time you two would ever hook up. You needed to tell him that he can’t play with your heart anymore, that you should either go back to just being friends or figure out what your relationship is.

When you walk out of the bathroom back into his room, you’re both ready to speak your minds as Seungcheol and you begin your sentences.

He lets out a laugh, “go ahead, you first, Y/N.”

You shake your head, signaling that he should go first, “no, no, I’d like to hear what you have to say.” He smiles as you make your way over to him on the bed. He’s laying back on the headboard, his hair messy as he follows your figure with endearing eyes. He’s so cuddly yet fucked out at the same time, that you can’t believe he can look so cute and hot all at once. The temptation to curl up next to him is extremely dangerous, so you keep your distance as you sit down next to him on the bed.

Sighing, Seungcheol finally begins to spill out how hard the past month had been without you in his everyday routine. He rambles on and on as you listen to your best friend turned lover confess his feelings about you. “I truly do think of you, every second of every day, Y/N. I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t know why it took so long for me to realize it. I can’t believe the fact that you kicked me out of your place that one night actually sent me into a downward spiral. I’m sick of us not talking, not going to each other for comfort, and not being friends anymore. However, I’ve realized you are so much more to me than just a friend, and especially more than a friend with benefits. Please, just let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable by confessing all this, I just am going crazy thinking about you all the time-“

You cut him off, rushing across the bed to press your lips to his in a hard kiss. He looks up at you with shock as you pull away, beginning to mutter out another word but you hush him. “Shut up, Cheol. I feel the same way, can’t ever stop thinking about you. I only kicked you out that day since I was so freaked out by my feelings. Clearly, I feel the same way since I almost lost it when seeing you with that girl on Jeonghan’s story last week.”

You both let out a laugh as he pulls you in for another kiss, pulling you into his arms and never letting you go for the night. “Stay with me tonight, Y/N. Stay with me for as long as you'd like.”

“Of course,” you smile up at him, and for the first time, you’re not frightened by the soft look in his eyes. “As long as you take me out on a real date tomorrow.”

There’s the gummy smile that you yearned to see, Seungcheol smiles down at you and promises you all the dates and more for as long as he can. “Believe me, it’s all I can think about, baby.”

#svthub #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #fwb au #choi seungcheol smut

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hi-my-name-is-cosmopathy · 2 months

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Life is so goddamn wild right now so to help with my sanity:

As a person in the Phighting! and Transformers community, has no one ever realized that

Subkit

basically

Simpatico

(This photo is old)

But everything went very VERY wrong?

I mean:

Simpatico started out as to polar opposite scientists with different perspectives. One was chaotic and made so many questionable and dangerous inventions while the other is miserable guy (who was happy once) These two scientist BICKER with each other on a daily basis.

That's also how Subkit started out too. Albe Brainstorm (Subspace) was the one who tore out Perceptor's (Medkit's) eye and Percy (Meddy) switched to being a doctor. Also it's basically if Brainstorm (Subspace) basically lacked most of his redeeming qualities (not in the sense of what made his character fun but his moral compass) and Percy (Meddy) hated his job since the very beginning of his life [And (for Perceptor Percy (Meddy).after all the trauma he endured—became this emotionally constipated, cold and distant guy who never really smiles at all]

It's honestly kind of why I'm a little interested in the ship. Honestly there's NO WAY IN HELL they would be a couple in canon but its similarities with one of my favorite ships has me looking.

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sketching-shark · 2 months

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do u have any chilchuck opinions... you have good dunmesh opinions and id like to hear you talk about our union man icon

In all honesty anon I find this ask pretty funny on account of my few posts on Dungeon Meshi having to do with either the body horror, how fun and fucked up farcille is, or how grateful I am that Senshi is breaking new grounds for who gets to be a tumblr sexyman. But I am glad that you appreciate my dun-mesh opinions :D.

As far as Chilchuck goes, I'm pretty much in agreement with many of the more popular posts floating around as to how it's both interesting, funny, and kind of heartbreaking how much he self-sabotages in regards to describing himself as much worse than he actually is because of a desire to keep his privacy and maintain a very firm line between his job and the rest of his life. Combine that with his very real desire to do good by his party and fellow half-foots--especially because he got a personal taste of how terribly his people were being used by other adventurers--and it makes his whole ball-of-nerves prickly personality very understandable. You also got to love that he apparently envies Senshi's looks and the way he easily garners respect, especially since it creates an interesting case of mixed feelings for him in terms of both respecting the dwarf as a skilled adventurer but also seeing Senshi seemingly easily getting such respect all while Chilchuk has a history of being looked down upon. All in all, it's very easy to appreciate this chronically emotionally constipated union man <3

#anon answered #dungeon meshi #chilchuck

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megaderping · 7 months

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Saw a rather mean post last night, and genuinely, I do not understand how people can play Persona 5 (particularly Royal), and come out thinking Akechi genuinely hates Joker when Morgana outright states for the audience, "You don't really hate Joker, do you?" Akechi laments how they didn't meet a few years earlier and how they could've been "great rivals, perhaps even friends." o_O Like... is this a vanilla thing? I genuinely don't get it. The interrogation room wasn't even his idea (SIU director mentions as much). It's not even about the ship- the game spells out that their bond is more complex, and it just so happens that a lot of people like to explore it as one. Even as platonic, tho, there's a shit ton of depth. Idk, any time I see discourse (especially people making fun of Shuake fans and stuff), I just question how many people actually paid attention to the dialogue. Even the "I hate you speech" reads as him being extremely emotionally constipated and conflicted. Plus, y'know...

Very hateful. Sure. :p Idk, maybe certain playthroughs of the game remove all those moments where the game spells out that they have a special bond (Maruki even states it isn't based on hatred, but that's only if you get his third awakening). Just wish people would get off their high horses, if anything. Sometimes I see people get really condescending about liking Akechi or liking Shuake, and like... just block the tags if you don't like these things instead of posting untagged ship/character bashing and making fun of fans? At least have the decency to tag it as something that Shuake fans can filter because some of those posts are really mean-spirited. :/ You think we haven't heard it all before? I may be new to the fandom, but I have heard that this BS has been going on for years.

I don't think it really matters if there are "healthier" ship options because some of us prefer the messiness, the depth, and complexity. It's not for everyone, and I respect favoring more straightforwardly sweet and wholesome dynamics or wishing your favorite pair got more spotlight. I'm a Riku and Kairi shipper in Kingdom Hearts, for crying out loud. :P I get it, but you're not gonna win anyone over to your side by telling them that [insert ship here] is better. In my case, it makes me more averse because of how deeply their relationship in the confidant, engine room, and third sem touched me and seeing people go "yeah, but you are wrong for feeling that way, THIS is better" is just... yeah. :/ (Also, people gotta learn the difference between hitmen and serial killers. Akechi is the former, which I've ranted about before, but yeah.)

So many fandom problems could be solved if people didn't take the piss out of others for shipping something they don't personally like. x_x; By all means, feel the way you feel, it's okay to not like things.

#goro akechi #persona 5 #persona #persona 5 joker #joker p5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #not naming names but the amount of times i see people shit on shuake fans while ignoring blatant dialogue in the game #i was just trying to look for cool akechi posts last night #every time people make fun of shuake fans i like the other joker ships less and less tbh #the ship and the character mean so much to me #discourse

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newtdrawz · 6 months

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Could u do dally and pony friendship hcs🫣

OH MY GOD YES I CAN

You don't understand,, how obsessed I am with their friendship omg 😭 (lil warning these are prolly ooc but I really tried 😭😭 I promise) (feel free to add on to these I love seeing other ppls hc's!!)

Ok throwback to my Ponyboy HC's post where I said Dally is really supportive of Pony's hobby in art!!!!!

Dally might be (secretly ofc he would never admit it) like the #1 fan of Pony's art, besides Johnny and Soda obvi

He really likes watching him sketch and paint, it's memorizing to him and he can't fathom how it looks like a picture from a camera almost, he tells him that too. ("I dunno how you're able to do that so quickly, Pone." "It looks like a photograph almost.")

Pony always tries to downplay his talents and Dally (ofc in his mean/tough love Dally way lol) tells him not to do that and to not sell himself short

Dally truly believes Pony could be famous from his art. That he could get out of Tulsa and make a name for himself. He doesn't really know how to communicate that to him besides the rare compliment here and there.

Another throwback to the post where I did the hc that Johnny and Dally will sit in and listen to Pony read,,

Dally doesn't like reading, never really cared for it. He thinks Pony reading all the time is a little funny and he'll tease him abt time to time.

When he first finds Johnny sitting in the lot with Pony and Pony reading one of his books out loud to Johnny he obviously had to interrupt and obviously sit with them (they're happy to include him btw they don't mind 😭😭)

Dally will not. Shut. Up. He asks Pony abt a million questions abt the book. ("Well why'd the guy go and do that?" "Why's he stupid?" "Wait what happened before that?" "What's that ladies name again?" "Wait What's she look like again?")

This is one of the very few (and probably first) times Pony talks back/sasses Dally ("Why don't you be quiet and let me finish reading the page? And then maybe you'll know what's happening.")

Idk how to explain this but Dally is def the type of friend to feed into his friends delusions 😭 or like hype them up for something they definitely SHOULD NOT do,, like ykwim?? And he def does it with Pony

He definitely encourages Pony to get into a little bit of trouble, just a tiny bit.

Obviously Pony can get in trouble on his own and he does plenty but Dally just encourages it a little bit more lol

He calls it "getting Pony out of his comfort zone" while Darry calls it "peer pressuring" (there was def a conversation/argument abt it 😭😭) (Dal: I am NOT peer pressuring him, I'm getting him out of his comfort zone. Dar: yes you are Dal! Dal: No I'm not! Pony do you feel peer pressured?! Say no. Pony: No... Dal: See?! He's fine. He's having fun!)

Dally 100% keeps Pony out of any real trouble tho, the kind that'd get him sent away or seriously hurt. He'd never encourage him to do something bad enough to warrant those things.

Ok, Dally is actually really nice but in a mean way. Like he's aggressively nice where no one's sure if they're being threatened or complimented or insulted. He's no different with the gang

If Pony or Johnny are like really bad at something Dally will threaten the rest of the gang to lie and be nice 😭😭😭 he won't be nice because it's not expected of him but he'll make everyone else be nice.

One time Pony tried to bake a cake and for some reason he just can't bake. He can cook fine but not bake. So it was like awful but ofc the gang tried it.

When Pony isn't paying attention Dally turns to the gang and straight up threatens them. ("This thing tastes like shit but you're all gonna tell him it tastes good or I swear I'll shove your faces into the cake.")

Dally has no idea WHY he does it, cuz he's not nice (he is) and he doesn't care abt Johnny or Pony's, or really anyone's, feelings (he does he's just emotionally constipated 😭😭😭)

Dally still is kinda mean to Pony though, not mean but like teasing?? Like in a big brother way

Sometimes he just says things without really thinking abt it or randomly teases him (like Pony reading all the time and being a nerd and not talking to girls)

One night they're both sitting on the porch smoking and it's kinda late and Dally randomly just says "ya'know I don't really mean it, right?" And Pony says yeah and Dally just nods and they go back inside.

After that Dally still teases him and stuff but Pony kinda knows now to not really take it heart cuz that's just Dally being Dally.

From an outsiders perspective it does look/sound like Dally is just being and a-hole 😭😭 but the gang just knows him enough that it's some weird love language he has to just be mean to them 😭

Whenever Dally's about to do something really stupid/dangerous/illegal he threatens Pony and Johnny to not do it

Before he does anything he'll look both of them in the eyes and either tell them to beat it incase the police show up or back up and hideout

He looks directly at Pony and goes "Do NOT tell Darry I did this infront of you or else." ("Do not, and I mean do not, EVER do what I'm about to do or I'll beat both of you.")

Dally is basically like the only one rlly allowed to be mean/tease Pony (in his head at least 😭)

Dally makes fun of him plenty and Pony just rolls his eyes and laughs. Dally will ruffle his hair and punch him in the arm and all that.

But the minute someone who isn't Darry or Soda or himself says something rude to Pony he just gets so mad 😭

One time he threatened Steve cuz Steve said something to Pony. ("You better shut up and leave the kid alone, Steve.") (Steve's confused cuz like not even 5 seconds ago Dally just called Pony an idiot or something 😭😭)

He's especially this way with socs and authority figures

And it's not like Pony can't defend himself or anything, Dally knows he can but he just gets mad anyways and again he just starts talking before thinking and next thing he knows he's nearly throwing hands with someone cuz they were an a-hole to his friend lol

He's basically the "only I can be mean to him and no one else can" type of friend 😭

Ok this post got a little out of hand 😭

I had waaaaaay too much fun with this I just really love talking about and making hc's 😭 I'm still trying to nail down Dally's personality so if (which he probably is,,) he's ooc sorry 😭 I literally can't help taking the characters and literally changing sm abt them from canon 😭😭 it's truly a problem but I will try to get him right 🙏

(If there's any spelling mistakes or anything sorry I did this half asleep w/ a headache cuz I was so excited abt this ask 😭 I couldn't wait)

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honeybleed · 1 year

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a week away ⋆ kishibe rohan

part two

synopsis: some bizarre going ons whilst rohan navigates his complicated feelings about you on a trip he was vehemently against in the first place.

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon-verse, reader is an editor for shueisha, set around thus spoke kishibe rohan (2006) so rohan is twenty seven but please pretend he still has his house and isn’t shacked up with koichi 😭, reader insert but there are some ocs, unhealthy relationship dynamics, miscommunication, sort of love triangle, emotionally constipated dumbasses, jealous & possessive rohan, reader comes across a bit erratic and self deprecating, angst, smut so mdni but half baked as hell

author’s note: i really be writing for the strangest of characters.. but idk i have severe rohan brainrot and all the edits of him in eyes of heaven and all star battle make me feel a type of way

word count: 6.3k

"Come on Rohan...it'll be fun." You said for the dozenth time as you trailed after him in the longwinded hallways of his grand property.

You tried your best to coax him into somehow complying with the trip.

But after working with the arrogant manga author for all these months, you knew it'd be useless unless you dropped the bomb.

He pretended as if he couldn't hear you, then stood over his desk. Your staring at him caused him to groan and roll his eyes.

"Why would I bother with such frivolous affairs? I have things of great importance to otherwise attend to." He said, not even bothering to look at you as he was sorting through sketches.

"Okay, so you don't like those other authors-"

"It's not that I don't like them, they're simply not on my level." He interjected.

"Fine, they're not on your level. But how could you even come to that conclusion? You barely even speak to other authors."

"I don't need to speak to them to know they're not on my level."

You balled your fist behind your back and dug your nails into your palm.

"Rohan." You said, calmly. "I'm invited too, y'know. If you don't want to interact with the others, why not just use this as an opportunity as vacation time for the two of us?"

He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes and you tried to give him a teasing smile but you could feel humiliation seeping in when he simply stared at you as if you had lost your mind.

He pursed his lips, then took several strides away from the desk and stood right in front of you. You felt yourself shrinking away from his intimidating stature with those stormy eyes.

"So...all of this mundane pleading of yours for me to attend this stupid trip was a plot to seduce me?" He spat as he glared at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

To say Rohan was a flip-flop would be the understatement of a century. The man was a rollercoaster.

There were days when he was responsive in his peculiar way, like the evening of a Shueisha company party, he gifted you a hair slide, adorned with crystals and opal stones.

At first, you thought it was a regular one.

You were grateful all the same, but when you showed your friend and later got it appraised, the fact that Rohan had dropped serious cash on the gift made your jaw hang.

Another time, when you mentioned a specific tea that you liked very much but struggled with because it never seemed to be in any of the stores when you visited Morioh.

There was soon an endless stock of the boxes in his kitchen cupboards despite your trips to his home not being that frequent.

All the considerate actions of Rohan made your heart leap to your throat, but he swore he wasn't doing it to impress you.

But regardless, you reciprocated the affection whenever he was willing to receive it. Be it a peck on the cheek, a chaste kiss on his lips before you bounded off with his latest manuscript or lacing your fingers with his.

Those happened once in a blue moon.

Because the rest of the time, he'd sternly give you whatever you needed to send over to the office and usher you out of his house.

What spurred that attitude was your criticisms of whatever he had drafted, which he didn't take kindly to.

You'd never let any man treat you in that manner but you told yourself Kishibe Rohan wasn't just any regular man.

It's not as if you had a lack of self-respect, getting a glimmer of romance and affection from Rohan felt like a reward after being challenged for so long.

It was a lot more interesting in the landscape of mind-numbingly boring dating in your twenties. You'd take the sparring off with Rohan over any boring first-date convos.

You sighed.

"You're right, silly me. But now, you've pushed me, the higher-ups are saying attendance is mandatory otherwise there will be serious consequences."

"What, they'd drop the great Kishibe Rohan for not turning up to this nonsense?!" He exclaimed eyebrows knitted together in shock as he blinked rapidly.

You took a deep breath. Yep, now it was time for you to play dirty.

"You know, Rohan. You used to be Shueisha's favourite. You were their golden boy, their resident moneymaker. But that was...hm...seven, six years ago?" You began as you drummed your fingers against his desk.

He pressed his lips in a thin line as he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you getting at?" He questioned, voice laced with scepticism.

"Some would say...you're past your prime. The numbers don't lie. However, the company is extending you courtesy that a lot of its authors haven't experienced. Would it be wise of you to bite the hand that feeds you?" You stated as you tilted your head.

"You know I could care less about money." He sneered.

"Ah but money plays a big part, doesn't it Rohan? I would've thought you outgrew the naive artist mentality."

You don't feel as guilty as you used to when you started the underhanded tactic of emotional manipulation with Rohan.

In an ideal world, he'd do what he was told but it almost seemed as if he got off on making things hard.

So the only thing you could do was make jabs at the only thing he cared about in this world.

His work.

You were met with silence.

"Curses." He finally muttered.

"Lighten up, I thought you liked to travel? You can use this trip as a chance for more material for Pink Dark Boyyyy~." You singsonged.

He called out your name as he followed you to close his front door.

"Yeah?"

"Next time you come to my property to insinuate I'm washed up, don't wear something as hideous as paisley print. It's autumn, for goodness sake." He spat as he slammed the door in your face.

You rolled your eyes.

"Diva." You muttered under your breath.

Later that evening, after leaving Rohan's place you met up with your best friend.

"Remind me, why do you even have feelings for that pretentious asshole?" Your friend, Mina said as the two of you sat at the bar.

"Dunno..." You said, a little giggly from all the shots you downed. you rested your face onto your hand. "There's just something really special about him. He's not like-"

"He's a nutjob and so are you." She sighed. "And drunk. Let me get a cab before you throw up all over me."

And with that, she headed over towards the phone booth. You picked your head up from resting as you noticed a familiar face ordering a drink.

"... Ryosuke?" You said aloud.

"Y/N, is that you?" He responded, equally as shocked.

Tsuchiya Ryosuke was another manga author, his series Soul Moon was probably one of the only mangas close to rivalling Pink Dark Boy.

Honestly, you loved Soul Moon more than Pink Dark Boy.

You found Ryosuke's artistic skills breathtaking. It also didn't help how swoon-worthy the romance factor in the series was despite being a shonen.

Whilst Rohan was ever so trendy and fashionable with an androgynous-like beauty, Ryosuke looked like an ordinary salary man. Handsome, nonetheless.

With his shaggy chestnut hair and the bridge of his glasses that were bandaged, he was extremely tall but slim.

He seemed to have a soft spot for you, you just weren't interested, as bad as you felt.

"Yup! I didn't know you were in Morioh! It's so nice to see you." You gushed, over-friendly from the alcohol.

"Well the port is in Morioh so I figured I'd spend a night at the hotel rather than travelling all the way from Tokyo in the morning." He chuckled. "I know better than to ask you what you're doing in town since I know you were given the misfortune of shadowing Kishibe."

Ryosuke and Rohan loathed each other.

It was whispered amongst fans of comic books ever since Rohan had dubbed Soul Moon cheesy and having the substance of wet cardboard.

Which Ryosuke countered with a scathing review, accusing Pink Dark Boy of being past its prime and pretentious.

You waved a hand.

"Rohan's not that bad," You responded, causing Ryosuke to quirk a brow.

It was a well-known fact amongst everybody at Shueisha that Rohan was unbearable.

"...Weeeeelll." You drawled out. "He can be kinda sweet when he wants to. Which is a very small percentage. I'm holdin' out since I'm grateful to even work with you guys."

"Don't say that, Y/N! You're a great editor. You got this job with your hard work, so don't undermine your accomplishments." Ryosuke reassured.

"Cab is in ten min-" Mina paused when she saw Ryosuke standing near the bar stool she was sat on before. "I don't believe we've met before?"

"Oh, Mina this is Ryosuke. He's a manga author too."

"I should've introduced myself first, apologies." He said.

"You guys are cute, fussing over manners." you giggled as you stretched your arms across the bar, then attempted to slide off the stool that they both rushed to steady you.

"Easy there...!" Ryosuke said, a little panicked.

"Sorry, she doesn't know how to handle alcohol." Mina sighed.

"I do too...!" You protested.

You and Rohan stared at the arrangement. You were slightly irritated with yourself because you remember booking two suites. Hell, you paid the price for it too.

But you were told by the receptionist you had managed to put both your names in the same suite.

One room had a large emperor bed, the other had a single bed. You felt Rohan's eyes burn lasers into the back of your head. You knew he was not sacrificing the large bed, whatsoever.

"Why do you get dibs on that bed?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Because I booked the suite-"

"And you did a terrible job." He interjected. "The least you can do is reimburse me by giving me the bed I deserve."

You pulled a face. Conversations with Rohan often felt like something out of a simulation.

"And reimburse you for what, pray tell? You didn't spend a dime, it came out of my pocket."

He let out a snort and shook his head as he said your name.

"What?" You snapped.

"My time and my presence are both valuable. That's what I mean by reimbursement. You are wasting two sacred things to me." He stated, hand on his hip.

"Be a man. You go on holidays all the time, I never do so I think you can handle a single bed." You hissed.

"Why should I?!" He barked. "Kishibe Rohan does not slumber on a dingy little-"

You purposely barged past him, carrying your heavy luggage to stop his rambling.

"I'm sure you can handle a week, we're barely here anyways! The itinerary was packed!"

He simply scowled at you, then begrudgingly dragged his belongings in.

Soon enough, after you'd both unpacked, you stared at your reflection in the mirror above the sink basin.

It was bold of the company to force you both on this trip. And while you were grateful for some R&R, Rohan seemed to be struggling.

You sighed. Why the hell did you feel bad over his tantrum?

He'd probably warm up soon, he liked to be in different environments so he could get up to his beloved task of observing and taking notes to sketch.

You headed out of the cabin to join the tour guide. In your peripherals, you could see Rohan setting up his belongings on the desk which was clearly meant to be a vanity desk.

Days passed.

This seemed to be a luxury cruise, every deck had any activity you'd want to do.

Stops at little port towns, late-night dinners and entertainment with jazz bands and singers.

Cooking classes, all sorts of arts and crafts, and sports.

You'd even felt new friendships blossom with the other editors and manga authors you barely talked to.

Rohan seemed to be reclusive, and you had given up on trying to get him to talk to the other authors and staff.

It would've ended up in an argument with his lack of social skills so you saved yourself the headache.

You lounged in the pool on the deck, taking in the sun.

The sun beating down on your skin and the clear, turquoise waters were simply heavenly on your sore muscles.

You suddenly felt a wave in the pool, and it was none other than Ryosuke taking a few breaststrokes towards you.

You gave him a grin and placed your sunglasses on your head.

"Hello stranger, what brings you here?" You greeted. He snatched a pool noodle to drape his arms over it and smiled at you.

"Who would turn down flirting with a gorgeous lady in a swimsuit?" he said with a grin.

"Ryosuke!" You gasped. You felt the tips of your ears heat up a little. You sloshed some water towards him.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were piercing at the two of you messing around in the water.

Rohan felt a pain in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. How he despised that wretched manga author.

Later that evening, you were dashing around the cabin getting dressed for tonight.

Rohan watched you, bewildered.

The woman in front of him was not the same woman who would knock at his door to pass on messages from Jump in quite possibly the most unattractive, frumpy clothes he'd seen.

He was staring at a woman adorned in a simple black dress. Yet the way it seemed to hug on the curves he didn't even know you had was almost mouth-watering.

"Are you coming, then?" You questioned as you fastened on the hoop earrings.

"... I'm going to be preoccupied translating my notes into the sketches, so no unfortunately I will not be attending," He stated.

"Jeez, Rohan! What activities have you even attended?" You said through gritted teeth.

".. I happened to have surveyed the arts and crafts and crocheting class."

"Did you even take part?!" You shot.

"Now why would I do that?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever. I'll be on the second deck if you feel like joining."

"Yes, you go and do that. Give me some peace and quiet so I can continue with my work that you've derailed enough with this ridiculous trip." He scathed.

"Only your stubborn ass would complain about a holiday of all things." You retorted. "How my heart weeps for you."

"Didn't you say you were leaving?" He snapped.

"I'm going!" You huffed.

After you left he found himself unable to concentrate.

Having an extreme lapse of attention span as he stared at the outline of the sketch in front of him, he thumped his fist onto the table.

"Damn that woman!" He thundered to himself.

Seeing her frolic in the pool with that accursed manga author Ryosuke and then having the nerve to look gorgeous when she left, his head was spinning.

He breathed through his nose and clutched his head.

It probably wouldn't hurt to take her invitation.

She was invading all aspects of his mind so maybe being with her would make it go away.

But as he stood at the entrance of the ballroom, and saw you on the dance floor, two-stepping to a slow jazz tune he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

You were giggling, your eyes were lit up and he even twirled you around.

He scoffed and marched off, as the scene was becoming too unbearable to witness anymore.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of him at the doorway. For some reason, he had his arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes narrowed directly glaring at you.

"I'm gonna head over to Rohan," You said, a little apologetically to Ryosuke, pulling out of his grasp.

You could've sworn you saw a flash of irritation overtake his features, but then a smile fixed onto his lips.

"No, sure! Go ahead."

You waved him off and began to weave through all the couples on the dance floor as you made your way towards Rohan.

As soon as he saw you approaching him, he fled the scene.

"Hey! Rohan!" You called out, following after him but he walked away fast.

"Are you ignoring me?!" You cried out, but still no response.

You stopped in your footsteps and just stared off into the hallway.

You could chase after him and confront him in your cabin but the entire interaction left you in disbelief...and hurt.

"Rohan." You said for the dozenth time that night after you returned from the ballroom.

The only sound in the cabin was a pencil scratching at a ridiculously fast speed.

"What is your problem? Why are you pretending I don't exist?!" You hissed.

The pencil paused, and Rohan turned from his seat to finally make eye contact after what seemed like hours.

His arm was on the edge of the seat. He cocked his head to the side.

"...Well?" You said, making a face.

"I wouldn't have thought you would even have noticed," He said, nonchalantly.

You could've sworn your eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. He was just so ridiculously frustrating.

"We are sharing a cabin, Rohan. I think receiving silent treatment from somebody I'm in the same vicinity with would be blatant."

You threw your hands up in irritation.

"You know what? Fine. If this is what you want, I'll play along. Hell, I'll beat you at your own game." you spat, then slammed the bathroom door shut with such force it caused the cabin to shake.

"Drama queen." Rohan spat.

Slumped against the railings of the deck, you opened your palm.

There was Rohan's earring. He hadn't given it to you. It was way back when the early days when you first became his editor.

He'd driven you home and it had been getting quite late. It was either midnight or one in the morning.

He'd taken it off his earrings and headband and absentmindedly handed the earring to you.

You kept it around. No particular reason.

Looking at the shiny gold manga pen tip, you felt a little pathetic. There was no reason why you should be wallowing over the manga author.

Your co-worker, Izumi saw you fawning over the earring.

"Just a word of advice. Fan girls don't make it very far in this job." She had said, harshly.

You didn't take offence. Izumi was a senior at the age of twenty-five, she was clearly doing something right.

The earring from now on served as a reminder to put your admiration of Rohan's work to the side.

You were hired as an editor to thoroughly vet his work. What use would there be to hire you to kiss his ass all day?

So things changed. You still had the weird romantic moments but you had gone from viewing him as some sort of untouchable God to a colleague.

You should put on your big girl panties and just go confront him about how much of an asshole he was being, giving you the silent treatment for days now.

Your peers noticed it was making you wilt. You were in good spirits for the entirety of the trip, now you were hunched over not even bothering to greet the others.

"Enough is enough." Izumi sighed.

She was Rohan's previous editor but after a few months, she requested a move to another manga series.

She still adored Rohan but she said if she worked with him any longer she would've developed hypertension with how insufferable he was.

"What?"

"I don't know whatever happened between you two but you need to get a grip on yourself. With our schedules, holidays are scarce. Do not ruin it because of one of his little tantrums." She chastised, with her hands on her hips.

"How did you know?"

"I know him like the back of my hand. He throws a hissy fit whenever somebody he has feelings for talks to other people. Kooky, I know but there's no changing him."

You didn't respond.

Of course, Rohan had feelings for you, as much as you had feelings for him. But what the hell was the next step?

"He should say something instead of acting so hot and cold." You thundered to yourself, internally.

"Stop wasting your own time and have some fun. They're having free drinks for ladies at the bar in the ballroom tonight. Join me." Izumi said, with a smile.

After reaching the acceptance stage of being on the receiving end of Rohan's cold shoulder you were settled on the soft armchair, embroiled in a random novel you'd plucked off the shelf.

Today seemed fairly pleasant but being up so early made you look forward to winding down and sleeping.

There was an exact knock on the door, which you knew belonged to none other than Rohan who you hadn't spoken to at all, despite sharing a cabin.

"Rohan, this is your suite too." You responded, eyes still fixated on a passage.

"Well, may I come in? I was just making sure not to invade your privacy but I guess you fail to recognise basic manners." He snarked.

You rolled your eyes.

"...Just come in." You said through gritted teeth.

He shut the door behind him and remained quiet. He seemed to be waiting for you to look at him which you weren't bothered in doing.

He cleared his throat a few times to gain your attention, causing you to fold the corner of the page and shut the book, slightly agitated.

"...Yes, Rohan?" You chimed, voice laced with passive aggressiveness.

His cheeks were dusted a rosy pink and his lips were pursed together.

It seemed as if he was attempting to string a sentence together.

"You looked rather ravishing today. And the day before." He finally blurted out.

Your brows knitted together in bewilderment.

Those words coming out of his mouth were almost unheard of. Especially considering his behaviour.

"...Thank you, I guess?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"Why would you think that?" You responded, sarcastically.

"You've been...cold to me." He replied, not catching on.

"Oh Rohan, I'm simply playing the game YOU started." You said as you made your way towards him and patted his shoulder.

Rohan was furious with himself.

Namely, because you were undermining him and he was getting ridiculously turned on at your words and demeanour.

You weren't the same timid assistant from Shueisha with the ugly oversized jumpers.

"Now...is that all? Or are you going to start getting ready for bed?"

"Don't talk to me like that..!" He cried out. "I hate how you made me feel these past few days. I felt like a kicked puppy vying for its owners' attention watching you talk to that sorry excuse of a mangaka."

"... Ryosuke? Jeez, Rohan, you gotta let the resentment go at some point."

"I could care less about what drivel he publishes but the way he was looking at you and touching you was nausea-inducing!" He exclaimed as he jabbed a finger at you.

"Oh! So now you only care about me because you think there's another guy? Jealousy is not a good look on you." You spat.

You turned on your heel to march away from him, being done with this conversation but all of a sudden, your back was slammed against the wall and a very furious Kishibe Rohan was pressed against you, emerald eyes simmering.

You were terrified but the feeling of his solid, toned body made butterflies burst in your stomach. He pressed his forearm against your throat and glared at you.

"You are mine. From the day you were assigned to overlook my work, you should've known that you belong to me."

You were at a loss for words.

"Rohan, I'm warning you. Get your hands off of me and step back before I scream and ruin your reputation forever." You threatened.

"You wouldn't dare." He sneered.

"Oh, you really wanna try me?" You hissed.

He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly followed your demand. Pulling away from you.

"I've let you disrespect me for as long as I've known you...I was foolishly blinded by my admiration for you."

His arms were folded and he looked indifferent. As if he didn't have the slightest bit of remorse at what had just taken place.

"Goodnight." You said, voice defiant as you glowered at him.

You couldn't sleep. The both of you did your nighttime routine in deafening silence.

That feeling overtook you again. You hated it. Why did you always have pangs of guilt when you gave Rohan the energy he gave you first?

You tossed and turned in the pitch black for what seemed like hours.

That, until you slipped out of the single bed (that idiotic feeling guilted you into giving him the emperor bed you had sought out so badly) and approached the doorway of his room.

You swallowed thickly.

He was wrong. Everything that had transpired was caused by him. So why did all you want to do was make him feel better? Even apologise?

Your soft spot for the arrogant manga author was your downfall, truly.

You pushed the door open and saw him staring at the ceiling.

"You still haven't slept?" You murmured.

"How can I sleep when you hate me?" He questioned, angrily. Still not looking at you.

There was an odd pang of hurt when you registered the tone of his voice.

You sat on the side of his bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

"I don't hate you, Rohan." You huffed out, met with silence.

"I could never hate you." You sighed. "As much as you deserve it."

"That's...reassuring to hear." He responded.

"Look at me." You said and he obliged. "You made a mistake and...I know people would think I’m batshit crazy but I know you pretty well, so I won't force you to apologise. But I know you feel bad..."

"Don't say I'm yours and that I belong to you unless you're mine and belong to me. You got that?"

He glared at you, then nodded.

"...So you forgive me?" He said, voice unsure.

"That's a word I thought I'd never hear out of your mouth." You muttered.

"If you're just going to make snide comments, why should I even bother?" He retorted in a haughty voice.

"Okay, okay! I was kidding. Yes, I forgive you Rohan." You snickered as you slid closer to him.

He eyes widened slightly when he saw you approach him.

"...What are you doing..?" He questioned as you crawled over him. "Hmph..!"

You draped your arms around him and pressed your lips against him, hand settling on the nape of his neck.

He tensed against you, blinking rapidly. He could feel his heart flutter. Your hold on him was unlike anything he'd never experienced in his life.

Beautiful women and men, of course he'd been captivated by looks in his past but to be plagued by all these feelings of want and need were foreign to him.

To want what Ryosuke had, you to look at him with affection. He never wanted what anybody else had. Until you.

You pulled away once you felt him shake his head.

"What's the matter?" You asked, a little embarrassed if you jumped the gun and made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry if you-"

"No! No, don't apologise. Please." He cut you off as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I wouldn't wanna make this awkward-"

"Just stop talking." He said, causing you to anxiously gnaw at your bottom lip. "You're a terrible kisser."

"WHAT?!" You exclaimed, taken off guard by his comment.

"Yes. You kiss like an awkward middle schooler." He retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"If you're just gonna insult me then what's the point-" You said through gritted teeth.

You felt him haul you onto his lap with great strength which shocked you.

"Slower." He instructed.

You felt something snap in you as you grabbed the collar of his top.

"Do you hear what comes out of your mouth, you jackass?!" You ranted. "I don't need kissing lessons from you! When's the last time you even hooked up with somebody?!"

"That's NONE of your business!" He snarled as he glowered at you, pulling your wrists away from the fabric of his shirt.

"I hope you know I have an active sex life. I know what I'm doing. I would've slept with Ryosuke if I knew this is how you were going to-"

"Don't you dare mention that loathsome man-"

"Well don't insult my kissing!" You argued back. "Ugh." You sulked, attempting to remove yourself from his grip.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I just-" He sighed. "Look at me the way you look at him." He pleaded.

"This was never about him. Rohan, I adored you even before I met him! You were the one who pushed me away at every turn. You gave me glimpses of kindness but would turn on me as if I did something. You caused this."

"I know! You don't think I have some sort of self awareness?! I know I've hurt you."

"So if you know, why do you do it?!" You said, almost in tears from how overwhelmed you were.

You were exhausted.

"As if I know! Look, don't leave. Let me kiss you, instead." He sighed.

He settled his hand on the nape of your neck to crane you down to meet his lips.

You let out a content sigh as his other hand slid underneath your silk top and kneaded at your bare skin.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and his long eyelashes tickled your own. Tongues tangled together as he cupped the side of your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

When he pulled away, for air you could see strings of saliva connecting the two of you. Your nipples hardened and the heat pooling in your lower regions was making you dizzy.

Rohan seemed to be muttering under his breath, sentences you could barely make out.

"Kiss me more...please. You're beautiful. I can't get enough of you. I should've kissed you long ago."

"Are you drunk?" You snickered, his rambling seemed insane.

"No. Did you taste alcohol on my tongue?" He said, curtly.

You shook your head.

"I never took you as a needy one, Rohan." You whispered as you pulled away from his mouth to trace the shell of his ear with the tip of your tongue.

He clutched onto you harder, you felt his nails dig into the flesh of your waist.

"Guess I should've picked up on the signs. Since you were sulking for my attention." You said, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

He swore he was about to burst. It hurt so much, he was straining badly. Usually he could keep some composure when he was aroused but with you? He was a mess.

All he could think of was to be inside of you. And then you did the worst thing you could at that moment.

You clambered off of his lap.

"Where are you going..?!" He cried out.

You snickered to yourself. You only were repositioning yourself but he was already desperate.

Your knee began to rub into his crotch.

He mustered out a few strangled groans.

You retaliated by pushing your knee further and further.

"The great Kishibe Rohan seems to be at a loss for words now, huh?" You giggled causing him to stare at you in horror for a split second but more friction reduced him back to a stuttering mess.

"...Please." he choked out.

"Please what?"

His hands flew up to his bottoms as he scrambled to pull them down. Your hand clamped around his wrist to stop him.

"Now, who said you could do that?"

"Huh, AH-!" He cried out as you twisted your kneecap slowly.

"You want anything? You ask me. I'll think about it, maybe." You snickered.

It felt good to get back at Rohan.

After all the times he made you feel so insignificant and was just beyond condescending towards you, having him in the palm of your hand, so helpless, it was a confident boost.

Also it was pretty hot to see him whimper and beg for you.

Tantalisingly slow, in an attempt to make him more and more desperate, you pulled the pants down at a leisurely pace.

You snorted when you saw the tent in his underwear and the damp stain.

"Jeez. You'd think the self proclaimed great Kishibe Rohan would have some sort of restraint." You said, with a smug smile.

"Stop teasing me, woman...I beg you..." He said, in a pained voice.

"Since its our first...then yeah. Be grateful." You said as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to pump slowly.

Your thumb circled his tip simultaneously and Rohan thought he was going to yell. The sensations mixed with the sight of you was making him lightheaded.

His back arched as he mindlessly bucked his hips.

"Rohan, you better behave before I change my mind and make you finish yourself off." You said in a disproving tone. "Is that what you want?"

He shook his head.

"NO! No...I'll behave. I mean it. Whatever you say, just please.." He rambled, his eyes squeezed shut. "I want you."

"Okay.." You said, gently.

You figured you'd had your fill of being a menace.

As much as you doubt he'd stop being a jackass, you felt a little rush to your head seeing him so unravelled.

You lowered your head and your thumb slid from the head to the side, still massaging his member.

You locked eyes with him as you gave a few slow, languid licks then kissed the flesh. You could've sworn his eyes flashed before you.

You then took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue. You wanted to drive him crazy. but you also enjoyed every moment.

Rohan is breathtaking up close. Like this.

From his angular sharp features that should be plastered on every magazine across the globe, his toned abdominals and arms, his sea green orbs that were usually so stormy but every now and then shimmered like galaxies.

And to have him at your mercy, chest rising and groaning you were pretty proud of yourself.

"I'm..." He heaved out.

You slowly pulled yourself off of his length and gazed at him.

"Do you wanna finish in my mouth?" You asked.

He shook his head as he propped himself up with his elbows. His hand reached out to undo the front clasp of your bra.

He cupped your right breast and your eyes widened.

It didn't take a genius to guess what he wanted.

Nonetheless, you obliged and soon enough the milky, white fluid began to ooze onto your boobs.

He threw his head back in relief as he breathed out heavily.

"Lick it." He said hoarsely, returning to his ordinary self.

"Huh?"

"I said lick my cum. I want you to do it in front of me." He ordered.

On your knees, you scooped the remnants with your forefinger and middle finger, bringing it towards your tongue as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Who would've thought you were this lewd?" He snickered as he shook his head. "Make sure you don't leave a drop."

You nodded as you sucked what you gathered clean.

He cleared his throat.

"Hmph. Well it wouldn't be fair if I didn't reciprocate." He said as he pulled his top over his head and threw it across the room.

"You don't have to.." You said a little coyly, fingers still in your mouth.

"Nonsense."

Without a beat, he yanked you up from the floor and pushed you onto the bed causing you to squeal.

"...Rohan!"

"More. I want more of you, I want to taste you." He murmured, greedily as he laved kisses across your chest, stomach, abdominals.

He left no place untouched and you swore you were in heaven.

"How obscene are you?" He questioned as he hooked a finger to pull down your underwear. "Absolutely soaked from sucking me off."

"Don't let it get to your head." You huffed.

He alternated between licking, sucking and trailing gentle and soft kisses along your inner thighs which made you by reflex jerk and clamp them around his head.

"...Rohan." You whined as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin.

"Getting ate out by the great Kishibe Rohan, it's erotic isn't it?"

Despite your hazy state, you still pulled a face. How was he still being pretentious during sex of all things?

You pushed yourself up with your elbows and frowned at him.

"Now, now." He taunted. "You're not exactly in a position to catch an attitude are you, Y/N?"

He pulled away from your heat.

"What the hell is your issue?!" You snapped, agitated.

"Say it."

"Say what?!"

"How excited you are for me to go down on you."

"You are unbelievable." You groaned, thumping your head hard onto the pillow.

"I'm waiting."

You slit your eyes at him, then let out a sigh.

"...I am so excited for Kishibe Rohan to go down on me." You said in a monotonous tone.

"Lacking enthusiasm but I suppose it'll do." He remarked, diving between your legs again.

After what seemed like hours, he took a long slow lick at your drenched slit.

You jerked around and he held your hips down onto the mattress as he happily sucked and slurped at your juices.

Your hand clamped over your mouth and tears threatened your waterline as he moaned against your heat. He drove you up the wall.

You cried out his name and he pulled away to look at you, hair sticking to his forehead and lips glossy with your essence.

"Yes, say my name. Keep saying my name like that. Who is making you feel good?" He said, voice thick with lust.

"You...Rohan..." You slurred.

"Your voice...is so lovely.." He murmured. "It makes me want to taste you even more."

The room was filled with a cacophony of the crude sucking and licking sounds, the wet and squelching as he plunged one finger into your plush walls and your whines.

You hoped the walls weren't too thin.

You felt his finger curl upwards and cried out.

"Rohan, please..."

"What do you want from me?" He asked, voice grating. "I want to feel you properly.." You murmured.

"Okay...I will...I'm getting rather lightheaded anyways." He responded, as he retreated from you, sucking his fingers that were covered in the remnants, obnoxiously making sounds.

"Rohan." You scolded as you covered your face with your arm.

"Tasting the fruits of my labor." He said, teasingly.

He readjusted himself, slotting himself between you. Lining himself to enter you. He met your lips sloppily and passionately. His tongue in your mouth, once again.

"Enough of the games now. I don't think I have any more patience left in me. I need to take you, now." He grumbled.

"Now." You echoed.

Your chests heaved. You needed to open a window or something, however the way Rohan had snaked his arms around your waist made it impossible to leave.

You were enjoying the feeling of his lithe figure against your bare skin. Albeit sticky and clammy.

"Rohan, I need to shower.." You trailed off.

He let out a noise against the skin of your chest which made you giggle and jerk at the vibration.

"Your plan worked." He murmured.

"Huh?"

"You wanted me to come to seduce me. Well, congratulations you vixen."

"Rohan, go to hell." You laughed in disbelief. "I did not bring you on this cruise to sleep with you."

"Well why else?!"

"I told you, you jerk! They were gonna take it as disrespect if we didn't haul our asses here!"

You pulled away from his grip and searched for your discarded clothing.

He propped himself on his elbows and gave you a smug smile.

"It's not like I'm not complaining."

"I'm not some creep that needs to lure you somewhere!" You snapped as you stormed off to the bathroom. He laughed to himself in the dark as he shook his head.

author's note: if you read this far, thank you sm and a million kisses for you!! there will be a part two that will make the synopsis make more sense KSKDJSK anyways I published this at like 3am so sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes lawl. also sorry about the awkward smut, i'm working on it i promise

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fanvoidkeith · 15 days

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sooooo i may have. spent my day binge watching dungeon meshi and here are my Opinions, having never read the manga ever (very MINOR ANIME SPOILERS ahead! nothing too in-depth but, y'know, for laughs):

laios is my autistic blorbo son boy and i love him and i want him to be happy. go find your sister, dude, but also eat monsters for fun and research reasons. this is the one context where i would say "eat monsters" like... ever

laios is also 1,000 percent a freak for wanting to eat monsters and study them the way he does. absolutely insane man. stop trying to be a martyr, you dumbass, and also stop poisoning yourself. both of these opinions coexist at the same time and i don't know how to feel about it because feelings (and social cues) are difficult

marcille is a lady who is so so SO smart and cool, but has absolutely ZERO street smarts. (babygirl you are JUST like me, except for the whole "being a woman" thing.) she's a "gifted" kid who now has burnout and needs to feel useful or else she feels like a failure constantly kinda girlie. she doesn't want to be abandoned. relatable. i'm concerned at how much i relate to her. stop being so relatable, dammit!!

chilchuck is INCREDIBLY emotionally constipated. lmao. he also has chronic young-forever face, which means he probably gets mistaken for a twelve-to-sixteen-year-old constantly, which... same, dude, same. i've heard (from the manga readers) that he's divorced with several children, but i don't know if that's true. i hope it is. i really want that to be where part of his issues come from. i want more angsty moments with his character. he'll be my new emotional punching bag when i finish all those other unrelated one-shots i'm planning on writing :)

senshi is a sweet man who just wants to feed and protect his new friends. i think food and acts of service are his love languages. he has a really fuckin' strong pot and knife for some reason lmao

i love falin. she's kind of a freak too, but she knows social cues better than her brother from what i can tell. sure hope nothing bad happens to her- oh gods. well, i sure hope nothing ELSE bad happens to her- OH GODS OH FUCK-

uhhhh. i like that the kobolds in this anime are dog-people. i love dogs. dogs are cool. very cute. 12/10 decision honestly

this anime made me so hungry but i still forgot to eat for most of today. rip. the food in dungeon meshi looks goddamn delicious though, so it's fine

sometimes these characters act just like a D&D party would. like. damn. this is just like that ONE TIME in dungeons and dragons when our party did [X action] and then [Y consequences] happened-

oh my goddddddssss there's ECOSYSTEMS IN THE DUNGEONS??? DUDE I LOVE THAT. CRAZY CONCEPT. FUCKING LOVE THAT. ADVENTURERS AND MONSTERS AND CREATURES (and senshi, who is his own category) ARE PART OF AN ECOSYSTEM. I'M CLIMBING UP THE WALLS AND GOING INSANE RN

oooohhhh shit politics. oh shit background politics that our main characters ignored. no wonder they focused on this other party lol

OH SHIT OTHER CHARACTERS FROM THEIR BACKSTORIES RRRRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh yeah i guess this is about whoever gets the big treasure at the bottom of the dungeon or whatever if they defeat the Big Bad or something? okay dude. it's only relevant to me when it's relevant to my New Blorbos honestly. but i WILL jot that down though :eyes emoji:

look. i am NOT calling it "delicious in dungeon". i KNOW that's the creator's intended english translation, but personally i think that title sucks. so DUNGEON MESHI it is, for me personally

PLEASE give me the second season right now i need MORE. i'm slurping up this show like soup and i'm fucking HOMGRY!!!

okay that's it that you for comjng to my ted talk

#void keith talks #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi anime #delicious in dungeon anime #late night thoughts #late night rambling #void keith rambles #anime stuff #show stuff #tv show stuff

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anonymous-dentist · 5 months

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about q!slime "I love you", I just thought it was funny because q!roier NEVER responds back to q!cellbit (he only said it once and it was at their wedding) that's all, he literally got more sad because of q!spreen the other day than for his husband, I really love spiderbit but since the beginning of purgatory he's been acting really weird towards him, I just think he should appreciate him more since he does literally everything for q!roier and I don't see half the amount of retribution and oh I'm sure that if q!cellbit acted the way q!roier acts towards him, no one would like them and they would call them toxic. [I would also like to clarify that I don't like any other ships with them]

Clearly your understanding of these characters is lacking because Roier didn’t spend the entire last week of Purgatory obsessively protecting his husband and dying for him on several occasions just for people like you to say that he doesn’t appreciate Cellbit at all.

The thing about qRoier is that he’s always hid his emotions from everybody including the audience, and the only person who’s ever really been able to see through his Silly Guy Persona is qCellbit. Cellbit doesn’t need Roier to say “I love you” to know that he loves him because he knows that Roier expresses his love in different, more subtle ways. He spends time with Cellbit even though he doesn’t really Get enigmas the way Cellbit and even Richarlyson do, he constantly tells Cellbit that he’ll be with Cellbit no matter what. It’s why Cellbit wasn’t angry during the Egg War event, he knew that Roier would never EVER purposefully hurt him; if you watch Roier’s stream of it, you’ll see him constantly shouting for Cellbit to leave so he doesn’t have to hurt him.

During Purgatory, Roier never went out of his way to hurt Cellbit, and he felt AWFUL every time he had to. And then, once they were put on the same team, Roier spent nearly every moment he could by Cellbit’s side protecting him from mobs and from Blue Team. When Tubbo attacked in the Red Base, Roier legitimately died to protect Cellbit, and anyone who knows his character knows that he’d do it again. And again. And again!

Roier is absolutely crushed right now btw, in reference to you saying he was more upset about qSpreen dying than qCellbit. He’s always covered his grief up in jokes, it’s why most of the server and a majority of fans all believe Roier’s moved on from Bobby’s death. Again, the only one on the island who’d be able to see through this is Cellbit, but he’s. Indisposed.

The interesting thing about him grieving right now is the fact that Roier doesn’t actually seem to fully believe that Cellbit is dead. Sure, he’s saying he is, but it’s kinda more in the same way he did when he thought Richarlyson and Leo were dead. But also? He’s doing something he’s NEVER done regarding a deceased family member, and that’s changing the things they left behind. He says the castle is his now and so he can change the paintings, but he was also almost like “omg he’s gonna be so mad at this when he gets back” as he did so because he may not truly believe that Cellbit is dead, especially ooc after seeing that Richarlyson Video from the other day. Roier’s allowing himself to feel a tiny amount of hope atm, and he’s angry and he’s so SO upset. Because he loves Cellbit and he’s hurt.

By the way, the reason Cellbit’s “Te Amo” at the end of Purgatory hit so hard is because Cellbit doesn’t usually say it, either. Because he’s still lowkey super emotionally constipated, and because that just isn’t the kind of relationship he and Roier have. They both say “I love you” in different ways, and that’s just fine

But whatever, you do you. Keep watching with your eyes closed, have fun

#asks!#anon!

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UEUEUEUEUEUEU ILL SEND YOU THIS WHILE WAITING TO SEE BOBBYS STATUS.

Dw idm u answering publicly, I want everyone to be cursed w the thought that Rubius is a babygirl and a very bad one at that <3

Honestly I've only read a few explanations of their lore and bits about their relationship but they seem sooooo,,, /pos. Like they have such a fun and silly dynamic that has this air of toxicity and their loves feels quite self destructive bc rubius is kind of a destructive force of nature of a person who has a tendency to hurt those around him, perhaps as a defense mechanism or perhaps out of simply not understanding there are consequences to the things he does while vegetta is someone far too forgiving, he continues to love rubius despite how much he hurts himself, others, and vegetta himself. I'm not saying cubito rubius is an awful person but from what I've seen he is,,, complex. Difficult despite seeming silly. I could be just completely wrong tho LOL I am doin my best I prommy

ANYWAYS IM CHEERING U ON IN WRITING!!! I'd love to talk to u abt them more and learn more abt rubegetta bc like. Look. Theres no way q!vegetta isnt hung up on that demon idc,,,

I'm likewise waiting for the Eggstatistics (which will probably get posted while I'm in the middle of writing this) (EDIT: IT DID) and you gave me the opportunity to infodump so prepare for an essay LMAO

There are SO many layers to Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship (both romantic and friendship-wise), and that complexity makes them fascinating characters to study. I’ve been discussing this a lot in private lately, but I feel like there’s quite a bit of misinformation / misinterpretations of Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship amongst some of the newer fans who might not know some key components of their personality and their relationship dynamic as a whole (which is understandable since the majority of their lore came from Karmaland, and a lot of newer fans only speak English / only watch QSMP), so ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE:

I think of the two, Rubius definitely gets mischaracterized the most (which, again, maybe isn't too surprising since not everyone watched Karmaland and he hasn't been on the QSMP server too much lately). I could go off on a tangent here and list my frustrations about the people who harassed him for his role / his actions during the Egg event / whining about ships to the point where he decided not to log into the server again ‘til the Egg event is over, but that's ultimately irrelevant to this discussion.

“Their love feels quite self-destructive” is a really good way to sum things up, because Rubius is a pretty self-destructive man. Rubius is, fundamentally, a man who is full of love for the people he cares about, but those feelings are in direct conflict with his reluctance to let people get close to him (and his commitment issues). He can freely give hugs and kisses (and more) to Vegetta, but when it comes to expressing his true thoughts and feelings, he’s pretty emotionally constipated. We’ve already seen this a few times on the QSMP server – when Rubius visits on Vegetta’s birthday, he sings him the most beautiful heartfelt love song ever, but as soon as it’s over and Vegetta tries to talk to him, Rubius runs away. Even in Karmaland V, when hooked up to a lie detector and asked about his feelings for Vegetta, Rubius tried to wiggle his way out of answering. Only when the world was literally ending and they all thought they were gonna die did Rubius finally admit his feelings, shouting his confession and his love for Vegetta at the top of his lungs.

(The real tragedy here is that it was so chaotic with everyone shouting, Vegetta never heard his words…)

Although it’s easy to slap the label “toxic” on Rubius, I think that’s unfair to him and his character, as well as his intentions. He truly does love Vegetta with all his heart, in every universe, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, but Rubius doesn’t want to get hurt either. The Meteor shower conversation gives us a clear understanding of that:

Rubius: I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to get my hopes up, and then get hurt. It's happened to me many times before. Especially here in Karmaland. Vegetta: Have you had lovesickness? Rubius: Yes. In Karmaland, everywhere, in real life... I'm already used to getting beaten. Vegetta: That's a pity... Rubius: I just want someone to take care of me, and that's it. I don't ask for much. Vegetta: I'm very protective.

The way I see it, Rubius is afraid of his feelings for Vegetta, because the larger his love grows, the larger that potential for hurt and disappointment gets. Does this excuse all his actions? No, of course not, however there’s a big difference between doing something out of self-preservation (possibly as a trauma-response, depending on how you interpret his character) and doing something with the intent to hurt someone.

IMO, Rubius isn’t a toxic guy, he just needs therapy.

Vegetta doesn’t get mischaracterized quite as often, though I do feel like people have a tendency to put him on a pedestal and minimize the flaws he has. I’m a massive Vegetta fan, but this guy’s far from perfect. He’s self-centered, borderline narcissistic sometimes, and he’s a very prideful man. He’s never left Rubius at the altar, but he’s still had his fair share of “oopsies” and "yikes" in their relationship. One (which I’m surprised people don’t talk about more) is an incident from Karmaland IV where Vegetta, very unhinged and mentally unstable at the time, kidnapped Rubius’ wife Nieves and threatened her with a sword, saying, “If Rubius can’t be mine, he can’t be anyone’s.”

For the longest time I genuinely thought that line came from a fanfic or something, then I stumbled upon the clip one day and I was just like:

Anyways

In Karmaland V, Rubius became very close with a little alien child named Titi. He took care of Titi like he was his own son, and despite his attempts at emotionally distancing himself early on so he wouldn’t get attached, Rubius wound up caring a lot for him.

Then Titi died.

It was basically Rubius’ worst nightmare come to life – he’d let himself get close to Titi, he’d loved him unconditionally and let Titi into his heart, and Titi’s death utterly destroyed him. Everyone in Karmaland was affected by the death, but Rubius took it especially hard because of how close they were. Rubius was hurting badly and resorting to terrible coping strategies to deal with the pain, and Vegetta…

Well. Vegetta wasn’t very nice about it.

There are a lot of ways we could interpret Vegetta’s actions and words during this time – maybe he’s not super sensitive when talking about death since he’s probably some kind of demigod, maybe he speedran the grieving process, maybe he thought brutal honesty and direct action would help Rubius “snap out of it” sooner. However you see it, ultimately it did a lot more harm than good for Rubius’ overall mental health.

I bring these examples up not to paint their relationship as toxic or negative, but rather to express just how complex it is. Because, despite all their mistakes and drama and heartbreak, at the end of the day, Rubius and Vegetta still love each other more than anything else. Even towards the end of Karmaland V when they were quite literally on opposite sides of the battlefield (one supporting Quackity, the other supporting Luzu), their true loyalties lay with one another. When Rubius was hit by an enemy, Vegetta defended him with his life, and when Vegetta was hurt, Rubius did the same.

Yes, Rubius doesn't really know how to handle healthy relationships, and yes, Vegetta tends to forgive him too easily, but that doesn't erase the love they have. The key we need to remember here is that Rubegetta is a telenovela that sits squarely in the romcom category. They may wander into other genres and tropes from time to time, but they will always gravitate back to one another. Whether you define that as fate or soulmates or just sheer dumb luck, the facts remain and the love is there.

PHEW anyways that felt good to get out, I have so many thoughts on Rubegetta so I appreciate the excuse to rant. I'm always happy to chat about these two! :D And you're so right - Vegetta is so smitten for that demon, I hope he gets to meet the angel too. I hope Rubius comes back soon so Vegetta can see his Osito Fiu Fiu, but in the meantime, we'll have to keep wishing and praying just like Vegetta...

(ALSO THANK YOU the current chapter of that dang Rubegetta fic is kicking my butt rn because it's the only chapter I didn't outline and life events keep interrupting me when I try and work on it, but it IS getting chipped away at bit by bit! I hope folks enjoy the outcome when it's released :D)

#Karmaland #QSMP #Rubius #Vegetta777 #Rubegetta #Vegetta #i talk #qsmp talk #ethogirlie #replies #QSMP Analysis

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