#i also learned that it started yesterday evening i never knew it started later in the day

[druigs-wife]

IN AMADO || NAMOR X FEM!READER

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE || ONE SHOT

summary: after months of separation, namor visits and shows you how important you are to him.

warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, penetration (mxf), oral (f&m receiving), slight angst, wakanda forever spoilers

word count: 2.2K

A/N: translations: in yakunaj ~ my love, in lool ~ my flower, in reina ~ my queen, in amado ~ my beloved

Every six months you and Namor meet on the beach nearby your house. It was already your tradition. No matter how much he wants you to come and live with him in his kingdom and be his only, it wasn't possible.

Yesterday he didn't show up for unknown reasons, as you two had agreed half a year earlier. You did the same as the day before, you sat down on the soft sand in the light of the full moon and patiently waited for your beloved one to come to the surface. Seconds, minutes and hours passed. It was midnight and there was no sign of him. He was never so late. Something must have happened. What if he was hurt in some way? What if you won't see him again? With those dark thoughts a single tear ran down your cheek, but you wiped it immediatly. He could give at least some sign that he is okay, that he is safe and that he still loves you. Why didn't he do that?

It was getting colder on the beach. The waves in the Atlantic Ocean were getting bigger and the wind stronger, sweeping your hair back. Your body started shaking but you were stubborn. This time, you won't let go and keep waiting, even until the dawn. You got up from the ground and started walking towards the cabin where you lived to take a blanket with you back to the beach to cover yourself and warm up. However, as you turned your back to the ocean, you heard a familiar and calm voice.

"In yakunaj, wait..." you immediately turned towards him and looked into his cholocate eyes. At a distance, you could sense that he felt guilty.

Without overthinking, you started walking faster towards him. Thanks to his wings he reached the sand and opened his arms where you found yourself a moment later. He could only hug you even tighter so that you wouldn't be able to run away from him.

"I thought something happened to you. I was losing my mind." you got out of his grip and cupped his wet cheeks in your hands. Your gaze traveled all over his face, but you couldn't find a single scratch. Namor just remained silent and watched you. "You should have let me know you weren't coming, give me a sign, anything." you started shivering more from the cold, he noticed it and started rubbing your arms to keep you warm. "I was worried."

Namor was acting differently than usual, as if something was bothering him. He looked at you with great sadness and regret, but also love and care. You've known each other long enough that you could tell when something was wrong.

"(Y/N) you need to warm up, you're trembling." you nodded slightly, he put his arm around you, and you went home together.

You sat on the wooden floor by the fireplace covered with a blanket and stared at the bright flames. A few moments later, you were awakened from your trance by the sound of creaking panels. Namor joined you, holding cups of something to drink in both hands. He brought you hot tea and for himself only water. He sat down next to you that your bare knees were touching. For the next hour he explained exactly why he hadn't visited you yesterday. The whole world can learn about the existence of the Talokan. You knew how much his kingdom and his people meant to him. Everything. So you weren't surprised what next steps your beloved one would have to make to keep it all a secret from the greedy world.

"Tomorrow morning I will sail to Wakanda with my entire army and put an end to this war." you stared at the already empty cup while listening carefully to what Namor had to say. "I can't let anything happen to Talokan..." he took the cup from you, put it on the ground next to him and wraped your palms together "...and I can't let anything happen to you." you looked at him and a small smile appeared on your face.

"I'm not a threat to them, they don't even know I exist, do they?" he nodded slightly, "So what are you afraid of, in amado?" he smiled gently at the nickname. Only you could call him like that. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

"I'm afraid that through this stupid war I might lose you, that they can take you away from me, just as I took their queen from them." you sighed heavily amd closed your eyes, leaned a little forward that your foreheads touched.

"And what about you, hmm? Will you come back to me safe and sound? Nobody knows about us... I won't know if you survived or not." you said. You didn't get any answer for the next few moments. All Namor did was leaned back and placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your temple. He put his arm around you and came closer to you than before.

"I give you my word, when I am done with this, I will come to you as soon as I can." Namor gave a few more kisses against your temple. "But if... if anything happens to me, you'll find out just as quickly. You have my word in reina." you looked deep in his eyes. His promise was everything to you at this point.

You finally decided to get closer to him. The tips of your noses touched gently, and your lips was only inches apart. Finally Namor brushed yours hungrily but tenderly. You felt like you hadn't seen each other in ages. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his various necklaces. He, on the other hand, began to run his hands over your hips, waist and higher. As the kiss grew more passionate, you pulled away from him to catch your breath.

"Will you stay with me?" you whispered in his ear and brushed it lightly with your lips. The very gesture made Namor shudder. It was his sensitive point. Taking the opportunity that your neck was more exposed, he didn't waste a single moment and started peppering her with kisses, leaving tiny hickeys on it.

"Only if you want it." your foreheads and eyes meet again. You both were breathing hard. "Do you want me to stay?" you nodded immediately. "I need words in lool." before you spoke, you touched his left ear with your fingertips, then slowly took off his earring and set it on the floor. You did the same on the right side and put your hands on his chest keeping eye contact.

"Stay. Stay with me." Namor smirked broadly and kissed you lovingly, but you quickly broke this gesture because you wanted to get rid of the rest of the jewelry that he didn't need at the moment. With slow movements you removed the necklace after the necklace from his neck. He just watched your every single move carefully. Next were the arms, one jewelry on each of his biceps and on both forearms. You had to move away from him a bit to be able to take off the next ones on his calves "accidentally" touching the wings at his feet. They were also his sweet spot. Namor groaned softly at the contact. He needed you. Right now.

He rose a little and grasped your thighs tightly to be able to lift you up from the floor. Once he was standing on his feet, you wrapped your legs around him on the way to the bedroom. Namor kissing you passionately placed you carefully on the edge of the bed. This time it was he who took the initiative. He began to remove parts of your clothes from you, revealing more and more of your skin. You only stayed in your panties. Without taking his eyes off you, he got up from the bed to take off the last parts of his clothes. He threw his belt and shorts on the floor, freeing his cock and climbed on you again. He kissed your neck and sucked it alternately covering it with hickeys. For a few seconds you felt his cock brush against your thigh. With every second he was getting lower and lower. After a few moments, his lips were on your breasts, he worshiped every inch of your body. He started caressing your nipples, making circles around them with his tongue and sucking them as well. You were already a moaning mess, but you still wanted more. You wanted more of him.

You ran one hand through his black hair, and the other you placed on his shoulder and dug your nails lightly into him. He moaned against your breasts and began to go down. He placed wet kisses on your belly, until he finally reached your thighs. He adores them, so he also left a few hickeys and love bites on them. He looked up at you.

He reached for the fabric of your panties with his fingertips, they were already wet. Namor was waiting for your permission.

"Please..." you moaned softly. With one smooth movement, he pulled the last part of your clothing off you and your whole beautiful body appeared in front of him. Namor was enjoying this view as well as the first time he saw you in all your glory.

"May I?" he asked politely being inches from your folds, putting one leg over his shoulder for better access to your entrance. You felt his warm breath against your skin.

"Yes, in amado. Make love to me, please." at these words Namor immediately began to lick the wetness from your folds, teasing your clit with his nose. You rolled your eyes back at the sensation and lay down completely on the freshly laundered sheets as he dived deeper into your pussy while he was on his knees.

You missed this and couldn't wait to suck his dick until he goes wild. You groaned loudly as his tongue was slightly higher on your wet and aching clit. You were so close, but you wanted this moment last forever, so you tense your muscles and dug your nails into his hair. Namor brought his free hand to his mouth and dipped two fingers in his saliva, then sliding them inside of your pussy. When he felt that you're close, he began to curl them in your sweet spot, to which you replied with more uncontrollable moans of pleasure.

"Cum for me in yakunaj, let me feel you" at his filthy words you came so hard that you arched your spine and your body was shaking with the pleasure your beloved just gave you. When he cleaned your folds, he climbed on top of you and placed a long kiss on your lips. You could feel your own taste. Namor pulled away from you and then you touched his cock and started pumping it slowly.

"Let me worship you, my king." taking the opportunity that he didn't pay enough attencion, you turned the both of you that he was now on his back and you were on top. You did exactly what he did to you. "K'uk'ulkan..." you sighed marking every inch of his body, you slide lower and lower until your mouth was on the tip of his cock. You took it in your hand pumping, licked off his leaking precum and sucked gently on the tip. He propped himself up with his hands so he could see what you were doing to him. He groaned softly and closed his eyes with the excess of pleasure. Namor put his hand on your head and started fucking your mouth. At first he kept the pace that you set, but with each passing second he was closer and his thrusts became faster. When he felt that he was about to spill his cum inside your mouth, he stopped his movements as well as you.

"Up, in reina. Up." you did as he told you to. You stood up and pressed your lips together in a passionate kiss. Namor moved you with his arms to make you sit on him. You've been waiting for this moment for a long time. His wings began to flutter, brushing against your bare skin. You touched one with your fingers and Namor let out an innocent groan. You weren't admitting the thought that you might lose him. He directed his cock towards your entrance and in one move he was inside you. You both moaned loudly. You wrapped your arms around him, and he took your nipples in his mouth again and savor them while thrusting his cock against your g spot.

When Namor was making love to you, it felt like it was your first and at the same last time. He was rediscovering your body, every inch of your soft skin, your reactions to his actions, and your beautiful sounds again. Everything was perfect.

You have never believed in what the other people have said about him in legends, because what he is like right now, in your arms, fascinated by all of you, is a complete opposite of what is said in all those fairytales.

When you both reached your climaxes, you lay down on the bed together, Namor wrapped his arm around you tightly, and you put your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Until you both fell asleep in each others arms, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and rubbed your nude and soft shoulders.

"In k'áatech, in yaakunaj.

Teech le in yóok'ol kaaba'."

"I love you, my love. You are my whole world."

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[sehodreams]

a good girl's paradox

TW and Tags: plus size!coworker!reader x coworker!lee tang (he changed his name to Gyeong-su in the episode), mentions of violent acts (stalking, killing, bullying), smut, p in v (with protection), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), suicidal thoughts, trauma, related to the series but it changes the storyline for the fic purposes, unclear descriptions of the place (Busan) because I have no interest into learning more geography for a fic.

WC: 10K

Summary: Everyone goes to that province to hide, and you’re not the exception, but it’s also said that everyone wants to leave, and perhaps, you’re the exception to that.

Comment: Sorry guys I know I have a lot of requests and other drafts waiting, but I love this man so much I couldn’t help it, I started it yesterday and finished it today because I've been having so many problems finishing other fics and decided this was not going to be one of those half done. It's long so there are definitely mistakes, please be kind, again, English is not my first language.

Feeling the ocean breeze mess up with your hair and leave little particles of salt on it, you sat over the bench and watched the sun appear over the horizon. It was incredibly calm, and beautiful, and you inhaled the aroma of the sea in front of you, an aroma your mother used to love when you were younger, always carrying you in her arms to take you there and watch the sunrise together while eating marmalade and butter sandwiches.

You stopped completely going there once she passed away, and everyone knew why you tried to avoid its existence as if it woke up all the melancholic memories you had with her.

The truth was, you always hated it, and you stopped completely going only because you had no reason to do it anymore. You could make your own decisions once she wasn’t around anymore, and your father never cared enough to keep you company even on important events, so for as long as you could, you just didn’t go.

However, now that you saw it in front of you, you did remember some moments with your mother, her smile, and her excited voice telling you to wake up and watch the sun appear.

‘’Fucking sea’’ you said once the sun completely stayed up there, an orange light showering the whole scenery making it even more breathtaking, but still hating it.

You stood up, grabbed the suitcase handle, and walked alongside the sea, trying to catch a cab in that part of the countryside little city, different from Seoul, which was always awake, you saw how only a couple of people were walking around there, and most of them where fishers getting ready for work, or maybe they were coming back, but you, a city girl your whole life, didn’t know.

You found a taxi not much later and telling him where you were going, the driver rolled his window even more, and giving you a good look, he nodded for you to jump in.

‘’It’s not far from here’’ he said, and you nodded, not feeling like talking much with him. ‘’When you leave, don’t let them charge you too much, never pay more than 15 dollars for any cab, and never go to the sea at night.’’

That last sentence caught your attention, sounding like advice but with a hint of uninterest, assuming that you were going to leave one day.

‘’When I leave?’’ you asked.

‘’You’re going to a rented apartment, I know that building, we know everyone here, and you’re a city girl, I can hear it in your voice, all pretty and clear, something happened to you there so you came here to hide, it’s always the same thing, but your kind never like it here enough to stay’’ he answered sure of his statement.

You looked out the window, the sea was blue, pure, immaculate, and the sun wasn’t orange anymore, a clear sky showing the clouds up there, which you could see reflected into the sea.

But it all looked so grey to you, after all, a beautiful thing like that one still killed people every now and then, fishers who tried to make a living, tourists curious of what was deep inside, or simply people who tried to refresh themselves with the cool temperature of it in the summer, so you nodded.

It was beautiful, a dream, but you would never fall in love with it, if you never did it before even with the memories of your childhood, why would you do it now?

‘’Thank you’’ you said, agreeing with him.

You’d never like it enough to stay.

Still, you kind of appreciated his words after living there for almost a month.

Something you never forgot was how that driver, only with that short conversation, helped you so much, because it was true, you never had to pay more than 15 bucks for any cab, and every time the drivers tried to take advantage of you because of your accent, you only had to spit a short fuck off before they called you a bitch and accepted your bills before driving away.

At first, it was hard, you had never cursed in front of another person and you felt almost sick whenever you did it, but after deciding no one knew you there enough to have the right to judge you, or reminding yourself to just say what went through your mind to not punish yourself later with an I should’ve done something different, you started to feel better with your life there.

Also, he had been right about city people hiding there.

There weren’t many, but they were there, and it was incredibly easy to recognize them.

Apart from the dialect, which was pretty much obvious, there was just something about them that screamed I’m not from here that you always noticed.

Perhaps it was the way most of you were programmed to be colder than most of the countryside people, always being respectful and polite, but always lacking that warmness they had, most of them treating each other like friends or family, while all of you were from the exterior, uninvited guests that one day would leave, and knowing your place, all of you said thank you, hello and goodbye without smiling or eye contact.

It wasn’t that bad for you thought, you had already told yourself to not be involved with people at all if it wasn’t necessary to avoid useless problems, but again, you were only a girl, and Gyeong-ah was just a girl too, and girls, as much as you tried to deny it, feel easily alone.

You met while buying groceries, and you knew immediately she was from Seoul because instead of choosing the detergent almost all the residents there bought, which had a powerful, almost heavy aroma of flowers to mask the sea smell, she chose the softer version without aroma that most girls that lived alone in Seol used to not mess with your perfumes.

You didn’t wear perfume, you never liked it, but you recognized the brand as if it was general knowledge taught at school.

‘’You’re from Seoul’’ you said before you could think it, and it wasn’t a question at all, it was a fact that she, when she heard it, couldn’t even deny because she recognized you too.

‘’You too’’ she said, and suddenly you had a friend.

Just as city girls, you two knew how to talk to each other, never crossing lines and being as cordial as you could, wanting to know but never digging too deep unless you were sure the other deserved to know delicate information about yourselves.

In a month you became best friends, and you started to like to live there, the grey color the area had wasn’t as grey anymore, taking a brighter variation now, almost becoming white, as white as her ceilings, or as the smile she sometimes showed you.

Both of you had really white teeth from performing as perfect city girls before arriving there, religiously visiting the dentist to get expensive treatments at least twice a year and using the famous toothpaste that girl group promoted on TV between music shows, with the phrase ‘’a pretty smile is a pretty heart’’ pushing half the population to buy it, effective, an incredibly overpriced.

Both of you stopped using it, but you respected how it still showed its results.

‘’The supermarket is opening a new position as a cashier, you could come if you want, you receive discounts as an employee’’ she said to the air when you were rambling about almost not having enough savings.

Even if it was the countryside and rent wasn’t even half of what you paid before, with everything you spent after unsuccessfully trying to fit the beauty standards when you lived there, your savings weren’t enough to live unemployed for too much time.

Next week you, instead of waking up to take a little walk before breakfast, now got ready to go to work and be a useful human being to society again.

And with that, both of you took a step further into your friendship, being able to reveal, after drinking a couple of beers, why you escaped from the city.

Gyeong-ah told you everything, from the pretty sequence of how she and her boyfriend met, to then what he did to hurt her, and how she suffered until she had to go through all those surgeries before she moved to Busan.

You told her everything too, how your boss pushed his hand under your skirt, how you reported it and how everyone looked at you as if you were crazy, ‘’She’s the one that reported the sexual assault case? She should be grateful anyone wanted to fuck her’’, and how, being completely alone, you were bullied until you had to quit.

‘’I was the first place in my class’’ she said.

‘’I closed the best deal the company ever had’’ you said.

Both of you cried until you fell slept together on her bed, and only woke up because both of you had to get ready for work.

It didn’t take long for you to get used to your new job, you were already a seller before arriving there, you knew how to talk to people and how to fake a good smile, charming customers into buying products they didn’t need and quickly gaining the manager approbation, because, after all, as everyone said, you were a good girl.

Sadly, Gyeong-ah didn’t have the same luck, and you understood her, she studied to do something different with her life, and you did it too, but she was younger and never had to learn how to make people love her before because she was incredibly gorgeous, but now that beauty wasn’t as useful anymore, and not knowing how to pretend as much as you, she couldn’t gain the appreciation you did, getting more scolds than praises.

It was on one occasion that her inexperience got her into a big argument with a client, and sadly you saw the first crack of your friendship appear.

That client was demanding a refund for a product without the receipt, and you wanted to run to her and repeat how you also couldn’t find the purchase on the system, but that woman was screaming so bad you got flashbacks of your boss’s wife screaming at you to take back the complaint, how her husband would never touch a disgusting pig like you (calling you that when she was as fat, to not say more, than you), and how you should just ruin your own life if you wanted to ruin someone’s.

She had the same voice tone, and even looked exactly like her, with dark red lipstick, a failed perm and all those cheap accessories, she was her spitting image.

You couldn’t move, watching the situation happen from afar, feet stuck to the floor and hands shaking, you repeated inside your mind to go and help her, to take her side, but you couldn’t, and making eye contact with one of the boys from the fish section when he walked in front of you, you closed your eyes to ignore the situation and not feel as pathetic as you did.

Later, when your break came, you went out to breathe as much air as you could, and trying to erase the memory of the past moment from your mind, you tried to think what could you do to apologize to Gyeong-ah.

Out there, between a couple of cars, in the middle of the immense parking lot, you tried to hide so no one saw you spiraling into a thousand thoughts, and there, almost breaking down, you stopped yourself from doing it when you saw the guy from before talking to that woman.

It looked as if she wanted to discuss with him too. He was beside her car, and she started to get closer to him while talking, you couldn’t hear it, but you saw her mouth moving as fast as before.

You were about to get closer to hear them, but you stopped once you saw a disgusting string of saliva being spit on the concrete by him.

It was so long and thick that you didn’t doubt it was a consequence of all those cigarettes he smoked every day.

You didn’t smoke, but Gyeong-ah did, and sometimes the smoke got impregnated in your clothes, so you could easily identify the Marlboro smell of the pack the two of them chose all the time, but he, unlike Gyeong-ah, had a smell a lot stronger.

Your thoughts were left aside once you saw the woman moving around nervous and he trying to take her phone. What the hell, you thought, and you were about to intervene when the woman jumped into her car and drove away.

Making eye contact with him again, he watched you for a couple of seconds before he turned around and completely ignored you, continuing to smoke his cigarette in peace.

‘’I don’t have time for this’’, you whispered to yourself and walked inside to talk with Gyeong-ah and not overthink anymore.

The first crack wasn’t deep, she said she understood it, and you hugged before finishing your shift and going back home to drink and badmouth that terrible woman, especially you, not thinking much of the woman from the supermarket, but of your boss’s wife.

She laughed while hearing all the insults you had about her appearance, going to sleep with a smile on her face and telling you that she would understand if the situation happened again because it wasn’t your fault, or hers, it was theirs for not understanding you two.

Little cracks continued to appear on the frame of your friendship, but it was still solid enough to survive everything.

At least, until Sangnim appeared, and completely smashed it to leave no trace of it.

That fucking bastard, as you used to call him, ruined everything with his existence.

The minute you saw him you knew something was off with him, you couldn’t help but notice small details when the two of them gave you a lift home, sensing the aroma of a perfume you used to smell a lot in Seoul inside his car, it was impossible Gyeong-ah was the only woman riding it, and you tried to slip a question without looking suspicious.

‘’Sangmin-ah, do you have sisters? I can’t believe how much you understand my Gyeong-ah’’ you said with a smile.

He made eye contact with you through the mirror and showed you a wide grin.

‘’I don’t have any sisters, but you’re so sweet, I really try to take care of Gyeong-ah as much as I can, she deserves it’’ he answered immediately.

‘’You’re right, she deserves it’’ you repeated, still smiling.

Shut the fuck off, you contained yourself from saying that out loud, nodding and looking around to find any other clue.

You couldn’t find anything, but he was definitely a cheater, and you, not having any solid proof, didn’t know how to break the news, so you pretended to not know anything to find the correct moment to say it.

Still, you left little comments every now and then, not blaming him, but leaving a trail of doubts around, doubts that sadly were never enough for Gyong-ah, fracturing too much your relationship.

You even thought that maybe you were exaggerating too, maybe deep inside you just tried to find a reason for her to end things with him, he was never going to stay, he said it before when you three had dinner, he’d go back to Seoul next year, and contrary to all predictions, thanks to your friendship, you liked it here enough to stay.

The future wasn’t bright at all, but it was enough for you, maybe in a couple of years you could escalate to a better position, you’d get benefits, you would walk around the beach every Sunday morning, and then you’d go and have breakfast with Gyeong-ah.

You had to apologize, for the sake of your friendship.

However, you didn’t have to, or more than that, you could never do it, because three days later Gyeong-ah passed away.

Waking up in your free day, you sent her a text to ask for an hour of her time to talk, but she didn’t answer in fifteen minutes, and you just knew something was wrong.

Taking a cab to her house, you saw the ashes all around, and how her room was the one who started it.

‘’It seems the oven was on’’ you heard one firefighter say.

Dropping to your knees, you denied it, because she always checked everything at least three times before going to sleep, it didn’t matter how drunk she was, she would check the door, the kitchen, and would unplug her phone charger from the wall.

‘’I saw on the news that chargers can get on fire’’ she said, and you laughed in her face because that only happened once every thousand times, ‘’Well, with my luck, I could be that one time.’’

‘’Shut up’’ you said while knocking three times on her wooden headboard.

 It had to be him, it had to be him, it’s the only answer, she would never do it, she wouldn’t let her oven on in a million times, they didn’t know her like you did, and sadly, soon no one would remember her like you did.

Calling her mother was the hardest part, you couldn’t remember how the hug of a mother felt in real life, and when she wrapped you into her arms, you broke down with her, because even if you didn’t know her, Gyeong-ah had been telling her about you, always finishing the calls with the same sentence, ‘’Don’t worry mom, my friend’s is taking care of me here.’’

‘’I’m so sorry, I should’ve taken more care of her, I’m so sorry’’ you repeated in her arms, and her mother denied it, saying how that wasn’t your fault at all, but you felt as it was, because you could've stopped her from seeing him, you should’ve stopped her the minute you figured him out.

You didn’t, and it didn’t matter how many nights passed, you couldn’t sleep with the guilt consuming you.

Looking at the beach at night one day, not being able to sleep again, you remembered how the first day you arrived you were told to never go to the sea at night, and right there, you understood why that driver told you that.

For the first time ever, you thought that maybe, maybe, you should just get lost in it, like the fishers, like the tourists, like the innocents.

You weren’t none of them, none of them deserved it, but you were convinced you did.

And you were about to go meet her, until you realized that, there, on earth, you could continue taking care of her, because even if she wasn’t there with you anymore, you could do what was necessary to make Sangmin pay for what he did.

You wouldn’t survive another I should’ve, so you would do it, you would do what was necessary, and nothing would stop you.

Finding Sangmin’s information wasn’t hard, you just had to do a couple of clicks on the internet, and you had everything you could need.

If only you had done that before, but you refused to go back into social media, all your profiles were flooded with hate comments from people you used to work with, or your boss’s family, or people who didn’t know anything at all but felt the right to talk about your body, and she had also deleted all kind of social media for a similar reason, so none of you knew how he was about to get married, and how you had been right about the smell of her fiance's perfume and all the little comments you had left around.

It was simply impossible how they met was a coincidence, getting sex extorted just like Gyeong-ah? He knew how to get close to her and break down her walls, he planned everything, and finally, you had no doubt about doing something.

You planned to wait for him out of his job, you wanted to do it quick and easy, and no one would suspect you, you looked like a good girl, you were a good girl, you were one until he appeared and stole the little family you had, he stole your whole life, and you would do it too.

With a knife in hand, you waited for him to get out of work, and you thought that he would drive his car, but he didn’t, so you followed him down the dark street to an unknown place.

Gripping onto your weapon, you felt your heart punching your ribcage, nervous as never before.

I can do it, I can do it, you repeated inside your mind, trying to convince you again.

But you couldn’t, and entering an alley, letting him go, you started to cry while hugging your knees, apologizing to Gyeong-ah for not being able to do anything for her.

You felt a cold sensation touch your nape and you jumped away from it surprised, looking up at the sky night and watching the guy from work you never liked.

‘’Drink this’’ he pushed the water bottle to your face, almost obliging you to take it, and your heart started to beat again, knowing he had seen what you tried to do, knife on the floor easily to differentiate even in the dark.

‘’Gyeong… Su?’’ you tried to remember his name.

‘’Go home, sleep, and tomorrow go to work, the manager keeps calling you and leaving messages, your position is still yours’’ he said, almost immediately walking away, but you stopped him gripping his jeans.

‘’You saw me’’ you affirmed,

‘’I did’’ he didn’t try to lie.

‘’Don’t you think I’m bad? I tried to do something really bad.’’

Your voice almost broke, and your hand on his jeans was trembling.

He looked down at you, maintaining eye contact and scanning you, and you felt as if he was inside your mind, finding exactly what he wanted to know.

‘’You’re not bad’’, he said after a long silence.

‘’You don’t know me’’, you replied as soon as he finished talking.

He shrugged and pulling apart from your grip, he talked one last time before leaving, ‘’That’s true.’’

Completely alone there, you cried again until you felt satisfied, and looking up to the dark clear sky, you apologized one last time to Gyeong-ah, and to your mom, and to you, and after drinking the whole bottle of water, you walked to the beach, burring the knife into a hole in the sand you dug with your own hands, to then go home, take a shower, and sleep.

The next day you had to go to work, and you needed to sleep at least a couple of hours.

When you arrived at work the next day you told yourself to completely ignore Gyeong-su, not wanting to talk with someone who had seen you in such deplorable moments like the ones you had.

However, again, you were just a girl, and not having anyone around you anymore, he was the closest thing to intimacy you had.

The relationship you had wasn’t deep enough to be called a friendship, he rarely talked about himself, only keeping you company when he smoked a cigarette in his break and when his turn finished.

You can’t remember how you started to get closer to him, you just remember seeing him smoke near the plastic table behind the supermarket, near the entrance in which all trucks left the daily order of products, and sitting next to him in silence, missing the smell of the Marlboro Gyeong-ah used to smoke.

Somehow, it brought you a calm feeling, and your mind stopped thinking, becoming a blank sheet that didn’t need to be filled with anything, not memories of her, or your past life in Seoul, or Sangmin, only breathing and watching the ugly metallic green bars that surrounded the place as if it was a prison, separating it from the outside world.

He didn’t mind you staying there, and days after days, you started to notice his presence around more often inside the supermarket, and the little behaviors he had.

‘’A man of few words’’, you called him when he didn’t answer your question if he was from Seoul too, thing he never acknowledged, but it was too obvious.

He didn’t have the province dialect, he had a soft way of slurring words whenever the manager or his superior in the fish section made him questions, like most boys in the city did, especially those who worked as part-timers in convenience stores, a polite but tired tone, and you were sure he had received some kind of superior education because when you carried a copy of Justice written by Michael Sandel, he followed it with his eyes until you pushed it inside your bag.

‘’Those who insist that only bleeding wounds should count believe that post-traumatic stress reflects a weakness of character unworthy of honor. Those who believe that psychological wounds should qualify argue that veterans suffering long-term trauma and severe depression have sacrificed for their country as surely, and as honorably, as those who’ve lost a limb’’ you quoted the next day while he lighted his second cigarette and seemed more relaxed next to you.

‘’I’m too dumb for that’’ was the only thing he said before exhaling a long line of smoke.

You don’t know why, but after hearing him so sure while saying that, and after such a long time, you were able to laugh again.

Things were slightly getting better after two months, you could sleep at least four hours now, and you were doing things again, not only staring at your TV when you arrived home. You opened old books she had left at your house, cleaned your place more, and ate proper meals, and you still cried, but at least you were able to smile when you saw pictures of her in your phone.

Still, there were moments in which you crumbled, and one of them was when you heard what happened to Sangmin a long time ago, only a couple days after you tried to do… that.

You heard it from one of the clients, how weird things were happening, first the death of a former worker there in the supermarket, and then the death of her boyfriend, and how now there were other two girls dead.

‘’This never happened before those people started to move here’’ her companion, another elderly woman said, and of course they referred to the people like you, people that weren’t born or grew up there, but you couldn’t help but only think in what you had heard about Sangmin.

Sangmin was dead, and what should’ve brought you joy for fair karma, instead made you hide in the warehouse, crying and spiraling into your thoughts about Gyeong-ah, and how you didn’t even make an effort to make sure she got her real justice, cleaning her name from everyone’s mouths.

‘’What’s going on?’’ you heard Gyeong-su’s voice come from behind the shelf you were leaning to.

‘’He-He’s dead’’ you answered, you didn’t need much to think of how to phrase it, he knew who you were referring to.

‘’Isn’t that what you wanted?’’ he asked you.

You stayed silent, muffled cries hiding in your knees.

‘’I don’t know, but I’m hurting so much, and all I keep thinking about is how Gyeong-ah must have suffered more than me when she left this place, and how I’ll never be able to know if he received what he deserved, even more, how because of that I’ll never be able to clean her name, and now no one will remember her as clearly as I do’’ you then confessed.

Feeling like a sinner telling a priest all of her secrets, you felt as if something had left your chest free, your mind finally was out there, formed into words and tears, and you didn’t see his face, but that let you speak your mind even more free.

‘’I see’’ he murmured, ‘’and you’ve thought that all this time, I guess.’’

‘’Yes,’’ everything was out, your tears sliding down your cheeks and your body lighter, almost numb.

‘’Well, you shouldn’t compare your pain, or hers, or his, each of you went through things none of you three know, she doesn’t know how you’re mourning her death, you don’t know how she suffered the process of it, and none of you know how he suffered his, those are things none of you will ever know, so it’s okay if you hurt, but you don’t have to think much into what he deserved, because you’ll never have an answer, and you shouldn’t condition what you feel into an answer you’ll never receive.’’

You sniffed your tears, looking at the packages of toilet paper in front of you, wishing you could take one to clean your face.

‘’And I do remember her, not as clearly as you do, of course, no one will, she was your friend, but I remember she liked to buy fresh tuna every Friday to eat with you, she always had a blank face when the manager scolded her or when she talked to rude clients, and she would rarely smile, but with you, she would do it in front of others sometimes.’’

You exhaled.

That was exactly her, she liked tuna when you hated it, and you picked on her for having an old man's taste buds, you preferred chicken over it, but you let her win every time one of you had to choose, and yeah, she did stare blankly at others, including you, but if it was a good day, she would smiled at you with those white pearls she had inside her mouth.

Feeling as if some heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders, you exhaled and let your head fall to the shelf you were leaning into.

‘’You two were the city pair’’ he finished, making you laugh.

‘’You’re also a city boy’’ you said, and he coughed, ‘’and you’re a liar, you said you were dumb.’’

‘’I am, I never understood that book’’ he said before grabbing the box between you two, lifting it, and going out, leaving you there alone.

You felt as if finally, you had taken a step in the right direction, moving from your position, you cleaned your tears with the ugly blue vest, too hard for your cheeks, and waking you up with the pain.

A week later another girl died, and your boss had to organize a meeting.

‘’It seems the current situation is getting dangerous, especially for young girls, so the superiors have ordered all the women to leave while the sun is still up’’ he said, and you don’t know if it was because of an empathy people from where you grew up didn’t have, but you got surprised when none of the men argued with it, everyone nodding in unison.

You had permission to leave early, so you did it, not being able to share Gyeong-su’s company when your turn finished, only seeing each other in the first break.

‘’You’ll miss me’’ you said the first day, and he never made any sound to acknowledge your silly jokes, but this time he let a soft snicker, almost imperceptible, that made you smile too.

You tried to always do what you were told to, so you left before the sun went down, but that day you were in charge of counting merchandise in the warehouse, so you didn’t see how late it was until you checked your phone.

It was even later than the time for everyone to leave, so you quickly grabbed your things, said good night to your male coworkers, and left.

You tried to not get paranoid with the news, they specified that the killer only directed its attention to pretty girls, loving long legs and soft features.

Gyeong-ah and Sangmin cases were mentioned every now and then to repeat how dangerous things were getting, but they were never related to the girl’s deaths, being two different situations.

That’s why, you tried to convince yourself you would be okay, you didn’t share any of the characteristics the killer loved in their victims, and he supermarket wasn’t far from your house, but you didn’t dare to walk alone anymore between all the buildings, so you waited for a cab to appear and take you home.

You made sure to always be careful when you were alone, yes you took cabs, but you always had a pen on your hand and your phone ready to call 119 in the other, checking the routes and if the driver looked at you too much.

Everything was okay, you were already relaxed when you saw your building in front of you, so you shoved your things in your bag, pulled out the bill, and paid, walking home with an easy mind.

You never thought you would get snatched right next to your door.

With a hand on your mouth and the other on your tummy, you felt how you were dragged into the alley next to your building, darkness surrounding you while you felt a disgusting presence behind you.

The one who pulled you in was a man, taller than you, with big hands and an erection already ready to make your worst nightmare real.

You started to cry, muffled by his gloved hand, you couldn’t say anything when you heard his voice calling you sweet treat, ordering you to be silent if you didn’t want things to get ugly.

Begging Gyeong-ah, your mother, and God to send you help, you nodded when he said he would let you go if you were good.

‘’Promise?’’ he murmured.

‘’Promise’’ you agreed, closing your eyes and letting his hand cup your pussy with force, not making a single sound, only trembling with tears running down your cheeks.

He pushed your face to the wall and made you show him your bubbly ass, touching it as much as he wanted without an ounce of shame.

You thought this is it, my karma, repeating inside your head how this was your punishment for all the things you should and shouldn’t have done.

The man couldn’t even open the button of your jeans before you heard a loud bang and his body fell to the floor.

Staying in your position, you pressed your face to your hands and didn’t dare to turn around to see what was making all that noise, it was metallic, and it didn’t stop even when the man didn’t make a single noise anymore.

When things got silent, you, still trembling, turned your head to see what, or who stopped the man.

You never expected to see Gyeong-su covered in black clothes from head to toe, paint all over the floor, covering the man's body and face, and the can totally smashed and tossed to the side.

‘’Uh?’’ was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

‘’I knew he was going to come for you, this sick bastard’’ he said.

You didn’t understand why he thought that, and watching your white sneakers get ruined with the blood and the red paint, you started to cry even more, still in silence.

‘’It’s okay, you’re okay’’ he said, giving you your messed bag and, once again, leaving you alone.

You called the police, the number still there on your screen ready to only press the green button, and when you did it, you said your direction as clearly as you could.

‘’Did you see who did it?’’ one of the officers asked you, and you stayed silent for a good minute before answering.

‘’I didn’t’’ then you said.

The two cops keeping you company looked at each other and then the one writing things down nodded.

‘’I see’’ was the only thing he said before leaving you alone.

You didn’t have much to do, the man was dead, and now nothing could be done.

Was that justice? You thought.

They immediately recognized him as the killer, he had a patron, pretty girls who lived alone, and all the bodies showed the same signs of abuse before dying.

Perhaps he had lied to all of them, and he had lied to you, convincing you that if you did no sound you would live, but you’d have died just like them at the end.

But did he deserve to die? Just like Sangmin, wasn’t there another way to get justice for your pain? For yours, Gyeong-ah’s, and all those girls’.

Still, what you knew was that, even if it was contrary to all your values, knowing how valuable life was, Gyeong-su didn’t deserve any punishment, he had saved you, and justice for you, was that he continued free out there.

The next day before you went to work, you saw rests of the red paint still over the cement, thin layers already dry after so many hours, cracked with the breeze of the sea, and you thought how, if Gyeong-su hadn’t saved you yesterday, what anyone else would have seen in daylight was your cold body lying out there.

All your coworkers hugged you when you arrived, and your manager told you to take the day off if you needed, but you couldn’t go back home or you’d start to overthink things again, if what you did was the correct thing to do, if he deserved to die like that, if you were a killer too, taking into account how you saved Gyeong-su’s secret.

When the first break came you walked out to the plastic table, but Gyeong-su wasn’t there, and hugging your coat, you sat to wait for him, but he didn’t come.

He avoided you for days, and you thought the pseudo-friendship you had was over, until a detective arrived and started to make questions about what had happened to you that day.

‘’You really didn’t see who did it?’’ he asked, and you denied again, already used to say that lie as if it was an unchanging truth, ‘’Do you mind if I walk around here a little bit?’’

You didn’t have a reason to say no, but your eyes caught how Gyeong-su opened the curtain separating the counter from the freezer where all the fish waited to be cut and packed to be sold, and how he immediately took a step back, not letting himself be seen.

You don’t know why, but you knew Gyeong-su didn’t want that detective to see him.

‘’I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to see any more cops lurking around, he’s dead, and looking at you only brings me back the bad memories of that night’’ you didn’t know why you said something like that, it didn’t make any sense, all the older ladies loved to see the cops near, feeling a lot safer, but you didn’t know what else to say to make them leave.

His younger companion frowned and was about to say something before the detective stopped him and nodded, leaving you his card and telling you to call him in case you ever needed help or remembered something.

You didn’t answer, shoving it into one of the numerous pockets your vest had, and turned your back to continue writing down the stock you were counting.

‘’Ugly girls should learn how to talk prettily at least’’ you heard the younger say.

‘’Shut up, she’s a victim, she doesn’t have to entertain you with pretty words’’ the older quickly replied, ‘’and you don’t know what you’re saying, her face is very pretty.’’

Jand Nam-gam, you read in the card he left you.

He seemed like the kind of person who was only respected by the people who were near him, used to receive no as answers, and a bit blunt and unsophisticated, from the city, just like you, but without the calm and respectable vibe a detective from there usually had, and too honest and correct to survive there for long.

When you went out for your break a couple of hours later you saw Gyeong-su sitting on the table, smoking and waiting for you.

You sat next to him and for the first time, you showed him your palm, asking for a cigarette too.

Without looking at you, he gave you the one he was smoking, still new and ready for you to take it.

Your fingers brushed his when he gave it to you, and you tried to not think much about it, but you always thought too much, so to shut your mind up, you inhaled the cancer stick and held it as long as you could, slowly letting the grey cloud appear in front of your face.

The city had the same grey color it used to have before Gyeong-ah, and you weren’t sure how long you could stay there.

Your imagination wasn’t filled with a future there, you didn’t want to walk around the beach anymore, you had no one eating breakfast with you in your head, and you were afraid every time your turn finished and you had to go back home, running the few steps to open your building door, and only feeling safe once you checked that your oven was off and you put a chair behind your secured door.

‘’I didn’t ask for your help’’ he then said.

‘’Me neither’’ you answered.

He nodded, still looking at the metallic bars surrounding you.

‘’How did you know I didn’t want him to see me’’ he asked, breathing the air and pushing his hands inside his apron pockets.

‘’How did you know he was going to come for me’’ you asked back.

He shrugged like every time you asked him anything he couldn’t ignore.

‘’I just knew he would come for you, after all, they said he followed pretty girls.’’

It felt completely different from when the detective said it, and you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a warm sensation reach your cold hands.

‘’I just knew it too’’ you said, tossing the rest of the stick to the floor.

It tasted like shit, and you couldn’t understand how he and Gyeong-ah smoked it every day.

‘’I won’t come to work tomorrow.’’

You felt incredibly alone again, you knew he meant that he wouldn’t come back, he would, again, leave you there on your own.

‘’Can you walk me home today? I’m afraid of going on my own.’’

He knew why you asked him that, a goodbye, a farewell, so he nodded and told you to wait for him at the front door.

Your turn finished and then you were waiting for him right where he had told you, a good girl following his words exactly like he wanted.

You stayed there, hands playing with the leather strap of your bag, the bag you used when you lived in Seoul, too noisy in the province, reason why you preferred to go around with your canvas tote bag, a lot more discreet and common, but that one had been ruined with the red paint that day, and just like your white sneakers, you had to toss it away.

When he appeared he nodded at you, indicating you with a tilt of his head to lead the way.

You two walked on silent, you couldn’t make any question or comment or silly joke, and it was obvious, by the grip on your bag, that you were nervous.

He noticed it, and pulling out his hand from the pocket of his bomber jacket, he grabbed your left hand and held it all the way to your house.

You felt incredibly calm, thinking how you shouldn’t because you knew, deep down, that he was dangerous. It was impossible, by the fear of facing the detective, that he hadn’t killed more people, and it was clear he was being followed.

That makes sense, you thought, if you weren’t sent to that province because of work, like Sangmin, you were hiding, and he was just like Gyeong-ah and you, escaping from things that had happened in the past, or perhaps, things that were still happening now.

But you hadn’t felt so safe in so long, because you knew that, with him, nothing would snatch you next to your house, and that no one would be able to enter your house, or that your oven was never going to magically explode.

With him by your side everything was okay, you were okay, and that was enough to make all those preoccupations disappear.

When you got to your entrance you let his hand go to open the principal door with your key, and he was behind you, observing you, you could feel his eyes on the back of your head, but when you turned to him, he let his eyes fall to the floor.

‘’Do you want to drink some coffee?’’ you asked, and he nodded, following you inside and walking up the stairs until you got to your little apartment.

It wasn’t amazing, but it was yours. You didn’t have an elevator, and you always had to go up to the fifth floor to let your clothes dry with a big basket, but it was okay, you liked your building, your neighbors were quiet, and you felt safe and sound there. Until that happened.

Inside your room you let him close the door for you, and you didn’t feel the need to immediately put the secure on, leaving your coat on the hanger instead, and taking off your shoes, you walked to your little kitchen, putting water in an electric kettle to boil it.

You could cook in your kitchen, but you never used the oven, and you preferred the electric kettle over the traditional one because once the water was done, it would automatically turn off.

Then you sat on the floor, leaving two cups, sugar and coffee over the little wooden table you had, and turning on the TV, you looked at him in the eyes until he sat beside you on the floor.

He was wearing an ugly grey sweater that kind of smelled like fish, mascaraed with what you identified as the cheap deodorant you sold in the store, but you were used to the fish smell he had, so you didn’t mind.

‘’Do you mind if I take a shower?’’ He said not much after.

You nodded, the news had just started, and you mindlessly changed the channel to try to find anything interesting.

 ‘’Sure, there are towels in the cabinet, I’ll get you some clothes, they’re mine, but I’m sure they’ll fit you’’ you said, and he didn’t waste a second to walk to your bathroom.

You gulped while changing the channels, you knew what you were going to do, but you hadn’t done it in so long, you needed a second to recognize what that sensation forming on your abdomen was.

You hadn’t done anything at all, and you felt yourself already getting wet inside your panties.

The click the jug did after the water was done caught your attention and you stood up to get the water, pulling out the cord from the plug, but knowing you had to get him his clothes, you walked to your little closet to find a t-shirt and some pants that could fit him.

He wasn’t buff at all, but he was lean, a normal guy there, not fat, not big, not small, and taller than normal, so you decided to find the biggest clothes you had.

You were choosing when you heard the door open and you felt him walking behind you, hands surrounding your waist and wetting your back with the drops that were still sliding down his chest.

‘’I chose this’’ you said, lifting the clothes so he could see them, feeling his breath touch the side of your neck and his nose brushing your skin.

‘’I’ll wear them later then’’ he answered, pushing you to your closed closet and making you turn to him.

You weren’t that short, but just then you noticed how much taller than you he was. He made you lift your eyes to him with a touch to your hands, taking the clothes from your hands and letting them fall to the floor.

‘’I- I don’t remember much how this was… it’s been years for me’’ you admitted, and he nodded.

‘’It’s been years for me too’’ he said, not as ashamed as you.

With the same hand that tossed the clothes, he made you look at him and accept his mouth over yours, taking the lead in the kiss and erasing all your thoughts.

It felt good, his lips were chapped, and he had the taste of smoke in his mouth, but you didn’t mind, it finally tasted good, and moving your hands to his neck, you let him press his body against yours, the lower half of his body only covered by one of your towels.

He wasn’t hard, but you could feel something poking at the front of your jeans, and you wanted him to lay on your bed, so after a couple of long minutes, and just after he had enough of your mouth, you murmured something.

‘’Let’s go to my bed’’ you begged with hazy eyes and weak legs, leaning onto him, who was holding you with his body against your closet doors.

He nodded, and taking your hand, he guided you there, making you sit and look up to him.

Your lights were on, and you felt nervous, you had never had sex with the lights on, you only had a couple of partners, and they always turned them off before fucking you.

‘’You can turn off the lights if you want’’ you said, looking at him in the eyes.

He didn’t answer, his hand went to your cheek, and he pressed the tips of his fingers over your skin, caressing it and then brushing your wet lips after all his kisses, slightly red and plump thanks to the way his lips covered them.

He didn’t acknowledge what you said, bending down to retake the contact between both mouths.

Full of life, unlike his usual demeanor, eager, he pushed you to your back, making you receive him between your legs.

Slightly harder, you felt the border of his boner only covered by the fabric damp your jeans, but he didn’t stop kissing you, one hand lying on your neck and the other helping him stay still over you to not let all his weight crush you.

You opened your legs as much as you could with the jeans stopping you from going too far.

 ‘’You know what I’ll do to you’’ he said after a minute.

You nodded.

‘’I won’t stop’’ he warned.

‘’I don’t want you to’’ you answered.

You knew no one was going to save you from that place, it wasn’t his job, so you’d accept this as enough, and you’d let him go without resentment and an I should’ve done it.

‘’Will you be okay?’’ he asked, afraid of hurting you more.

‘’I want this to happen’’ you said, making him look at you, caress your cheek once again, and give you another kiss before his hands went to your button and helped you take your jeans off.

Sliding the clothing off your legs, he pushed your thighs wide open, and feeling the texture of the towel, his now hard cock against your clothed clit made you whimper.

‘’It feels good’’ you said, to what he agreed with you.

‘’It feels good’’ he affirmed.

He did soft movements to stimulate you with his cock, only letting you feel what would soon be inside you.

Looking at your eyes flutter, he pushed up your shirt, showing him your black bra hugging your chest.

Touching the skin uncovered by your cups, he pressed his thumb to see how far it could sink into your skin.

Your chest was bigger than normal, just like your tummy, but he liked it, it looked comforting and soft, perfect for him to rest a little bit, after his exhausting life, it looked like a taste of paradise.

You pushed his hands while taking your shirt off without asking, to then unhook your bra and toss it to the floor.

‘’Touch me properly’’ you said, making him snicker.

You had forgotten how that little grin looked like, and you smiled when it appeared again.

‘’Okay,’’ he replied, unabashedly grabbing both tits and groping them, looking at how the skin flooded his grip between fingers, and feeling good with both sensations, his cock against your cunt, and his hands in your chest, you closed your eyes and moaned, moving your head to your side and cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

He didn’t let you hide yourself for long, making you open your mouth for him and pushing his tongue inside your mouth, obliging you to let the moans out.

Your panties were incredibly wet, and he left one of your tits free to sneak a hand inside them.

Juices gladly receiving him, he groaned when he felt you dripping all over his fingers.

Without asking, just like when you took your shirt, he introduced a finger.

You cried with his mouth over yours.

His finger was long, and it sent a delicious shock to your core, making you frown at how good it felt.

‘’More’’ you begged, and he gladly obliged, pushing one more finger to make scissoring motions and prepare you for him.

‘’Shit, it’s begging for it’’ he groaned when he heard how much your insides were squelching, asking for him to fill you up.

‘’Yes, yes’’ you cried, listening to his nasty approbations telling you how good you’d take him, and how much he couldn’t wait to fill that sweet pussy of yours.

Fucking you with his fingers, you moaned as much as you wanted, not caring to hide anymore, it was your only night with him, so you decided to not hold anything.

His mouth went to your nipple, tits falling to the sides of how heavy they were and shaking with his attention to your cunt.

He licked them, first with just the tip of his tongue, but then let it flat so it covered your buds and made you shake even more.

‘’Su- so good’’ you cried.

His fingers were making you dizzy, and you had to get up on your elbows to see his hand inside your panties moving to make you cum.

It was hard to see yourself like that, so naked, so exposed.

You couldn’t hide the way your tummy rolls were in front of his eyes, the marks on your skin, or the way your big tits didn’t look perfect on your body, but he seemed to not care, even liking it, guiding his mouth to your nipples again and looking into your eyes when he left soft pecks over them.

‘’You’re going to cum for me, right?’’ he murmured when you started to clench over him.

‘’I-I don’t know’’ you cried, never having an orgasm with your partners before, you didn’t know if that was an orgasm, or what the hell was it.

‘’You’re going to’’ he didn’t ask, ‘’and it’s because of my fingers, so good’’ he pushed his fingers faster and harder, stretching your panties with how brutal he was.

You couldn’t maintain your position and dropped over your back, crying with your walls pulsating around him.

‘’That’s it, so fucking good, my good girl’’ he said still moving his fingers.

You tried to push his hand away, eyes rolling to the back of your head and tears falling down your cheeks of overstimulation, and he stopped when you left a singular loud cry out, but only to take off your messed underwear and toss the towel wrapping his hips.

He let you take a second to breathe properly again, and pushing up your legs, he made you show him your glossy cunt, lips open and ready for him.

He couldn’t help it, it was all shiny and pretty, he had to taste it a little bit, and sinking to his knees over the floor, he pulled your body to the border of the bed, mouth going directly to your pussy.

Drinking your orgasm, the slurping sound was so nasty you had to put your hands over your face, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

‘’That’s too much’’ you tried to stop him, but he, mouth still stuck to your entrance, and nose poking at your clit, denied with his head, smearing your arousal over his face.

‘’You have no idea all the things I want to do to you’’ he replied, pushing his thumb to your opening, and pressing his tongue over your clit this time.

You cried, hands going to his wet hair and trying to pull him away, but he was stronger than you, and you never had a chance to stop him.

You couldn’t fight him, so you wanted to finish quickly instead, hips jolting to feel him more and grasp that sweet second orgasm you felt coming.

About to call his name, he separated and said something before going back to his work.

‘’Lee Tang’’ he said, and that was enough for you to know what he meant.

That was his name, not Gyeong-su, but Lee Tang, and you thought, that fits him a lot more.

‘’Lee… Tang’’ you said as you could, and then the only thing that came out of your mouth was a ton of Tang, Tang, repeating proudly his real name.

You were so close that you could feel your toes curling, walls ready to let your orgasm free and relax again, and your back was curving, your body needing to cum once again because of him.

But he was so cruel.

He stopped, and getting up his knees, he thumbed your clit, flicking the little button a couple of times before he slid his dick between your lips, making you feel his length resting over you.

‘’Please, I’m so close, please’’ you saw the light of your room above him, watching his dark eyes examine you, searching for another answer in your eyes.

You left a disappointed cry when he, instead of touching, walked away to grab his jacket hung next to yours, and sitting, you saw him pull a little box from his pocket.

So that’s why he made me wait for him outside, you thought, he didn’t want you to see what he was buying.

Opening the film package, you saw him sliding the condom over his member with experience, walking back at you and showing you how it looked, slightly jumping over the air, standing hard and thick, and pushing you to your back again, he pressed his tip on your entrance, making you clench over it, and nodded to your past pleading. ‘’You deserve it’’ he said before pushing his member inside.

He didn’t let you adjust, but you didn’t need it, you just wanted him to keep moving, and soon that soft pace wasn’t enough for you.

‘’Fuck’’ you couldn’t hold the curses in your throat.

It felt so good, the weight of his member inside, pushing the limits of your walls, taking what he wanted from you, it was so good your hands searched for something of him to grip, finding his hands over your hips to maintain you in your place for him.

‘’Tang, so good, please make me cum’’ you cried.

One of his hands interlocked with yours, helping you find comfort between all the intense sensations your insides were feeling.

You looked so good under him, your chubby torse facing him, showing him everything he wanted to see, and your thighs jiggling with each of his thrusts.

You were close, and so was he, but he needed something more, a little thing that had been wandering inside his mind since he started to see you differently.

‘’Can you turn for me?’’ he asked, needing to see your pretty ass taking him.

Not answering, you immediately crawled further in your bed, and searching for your pillow, you hugged it, pressing your face to your bedsheets and showing him your ass without any ounce of shame left.

‘’Fuck me’’ you begged again, opening your lips with your fingers and showing him your entrance gaping around nothing, ‘’Tang, please fuck me.’’

His breath stopped, he had never seen something that bold and hot before, and he admired your needy side calling for him to calm you.

Going to you, he pushed his entire length inside, bottoming out and pushing it inside in a single thrust to see your gorgeous back and thick thighs trembling with his cock.

You were crying and hugging your pillow, shoulders becoming smaller and one of your hands on your back searching for his to hold it again.

Lee Tang, not daring to ignore you, his good girl, like that, held your hand.

‘’You’re the one who wanted me to fuck you, and now you can’t take it?’’ he teased, not liking how much he was spoiling you.

‘’No, I can take it, please don’t stop’’ you implored, feeling his hard and fast thrusts pushing your sanity away.

He didn’t care how weak he was to you, feeling your walls wrapping around him like that was like nothing he had felt before, watching the curves of your waist interrupted with your little fat rolls, your ass bouncing against his pelvis with his strength, taking his cock like a gift, and your hand not letting him go even with how hard he was being with you, was everything he ever needed.

Hearing your sweet moans and cries all out when you came, with your sweet walls fluttering around him, pushed the last string inside him, and he pressed his cock inside you to let everything out in the condom.

‘’Tang-‘’ you gripped his hand harder.

‘’Yes baby, I’m cumming’’ he exhaled, letting all inside you.

 ‘’Okay’’ you said happy.

He wished he could stay connected to you forever, but he couldn’t, and he had to pull out of you to make sure the condom, and you, were alright.

Going to the bathroom to toss it in the trash, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, not recognizing himself with how relaxed he looked.

Tense all the time, he saw his eyes drowsy, ready to rest the whole night.

You, lying on your side to catch your breath, hoped that he could at least spend this night with you, his last night there, but maybe that was too much to ask.

When he came you didn’t look at him, and he simply accommodated behind you, spooning you with a hand over your tummy, letting his hand land there, and sighed.

‘’Let’s get inside the covers, the night is cold’’ he murmured, and you followed his request.

Under your bedsheets, a lot warmer thanks to the fabric and his skin, your mind started to drift away, so you looked at him one last time before falling asleep, closing your eyes when he left a last kiss over your lips.

When you woke up you were alone, feeling incredibly sore, and sad.

You stood up to drink a glass of water, not thinking much about how lonely you felt, concentrating on what would you do later that day to fill your head.

Would you be able to stay? You doubted it, you had too many memories here, and maybe the driver was right, all of you would leave one day.

You were about to go back to bed when you saw a little note next to your electric kettle.

I’ll come back in three weeks was written, and you closed your eyes, happy to not be abandoned again.

You had to stay so he could find you, that was your home now.

#lee tang #lee tang x reader #a killer paradox #choi wooshik #choi woo shik smut #lee tang smut #kpop smut #kdrama smut #i have no idea what tags to put #why can't i find more fics of this man #plus size reader #chubby reader #choi wooshik smut

[hellisharchive]

・﹒・ comatose dreams [1]

Summary: After suffering from a fatal car crash, you had become comatose and had no hope of waking up anytime soon. You didn't know that, however, you thought you had died. After finding yourself in Hell, you wind up landing a job with Vox as your boss. You both fall quickly and deeply, but true love doesn't always work out.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, masturbation, slight StaticMoth,

Notes: This fanfic is inspired by this lovely post by @timeslugarts! I would suggest reading it for a full summary, however if you want to go in blind, then don't!

﹒Stepping Stones﹒

An entire year working for VoxTech, what was your job, you ask? Well, you started out as a simple camera operator, then worked your way up to personal assistant, and you've had a crush on the television man for a good year now. Unfortunately, Vox always seemed so out of reach, so out of your league, you never even tried to even flirt with him and hoping he'd notice. He was an Overlord, one of the Vees, you were probably seen as nothing to him. Which hurt to think about, but was true nonetheless. So, you worked and went through your days with all your feelings festering inside you, ready to burst.

"Vox, you have a meeting with Vel and Val at three pm today to discuss potential strategies with Alastor returning, would you like to cancel?" You watched him as he adjusted his bowtie, ensuring that his outfit was perfect as always. He also had a tendency to cancel his meetings, but to the chagrin of his partners since he arrengaed them in the first place, but you still forced him to attend at least some.

"No, I know if I don't they'll be on my ass about it later" Turning from the mirror, he looked at you with a bored expression before putting on one of his smiles that you thought would be fake, but it was genuine. From working with him, you've learned to identify what smiles are real and ones that aren't.

"What? Do you really want to be alone with me THAT badly?" His smile then moved to a smirk, causing you get flustered and fumble with the tablet you were holding. Shit. Was that the first time he flirted with you? Vox chuckled as you regained your bearings, clearing your throat, you tried to remain professional.

"Well no sir, I was just uh, caught off guard by your uh...assumption" You coughed as he started to walk out of the room, knowing you'll diligently follow, and you did. You shut the door behind you and followed him as he made his way to his head of operations. He didn't tell you where he was going, but you knew his route every single day, that is- if he does, you'll still follow him wherever he went. You'll always be loyal to him and him only.

"Well, let's hope I don't have to calm Valentino down again today after yesterday..." He scowled just thinking about it. Yesterday, Val had yet again another temper tantrum and you watched as your boss did his thing. It was something you've grown accustomed to with your time as the tv man's personal assistant, they both fucked with no strings attached. Sure, they weren't together, but it still squandered you telling the truth about your feelings even further.

"Hopefully not, sir" You spoke as he entered his main control room, where he could spy on everyone and everything. He mainly has been monitoring the hotel and Alastor, even when the Radio Demon was gone for seven years, he never stopped bringing him up. The deer Overlord has only been back for a few months and he was the only thing Vox brought up for entire days sometimes. You didn't mind it though, it was pretty entertaining to witness. Sitting down in his chair, you grabbed yours and sat next to him as he observed everyone, trying to find Alastor roaming around. He checked the hotel first but couldn't find him with his scope of range. Time passes as he does his daily checking and observing, replying to emails, and the like. You busy yourself with checking his schedules and any business opportunities. You didn't realize that he stopped speaking until his sudden voice breaking the silence startled you.

"Do you think he'll ever take me seriously?" He spoke oddly quiet, his usual self gone as you swore you heard the faintest crackle in his voice. Looking up from your tablet, you saw that his head was down, looking at his lap with his hands fiddling each other as a sign of nerves. Sighing, you stood up and walked in front of him. Gently setting your hand on his shoulder, it caused him to look up with a face similar to a sad puppy. Smiling softly, with your other free hand, you placed it on his other shoulder.

"I know one day he will, sir. Trust me, you'll beat him and be the strongest overlord in Hell" You almost said "with me by your side" but refrained, knowing it was best not to mention that at all to him. This was about cheering him up, not entertaining your stupid fantasies. But, you saw as a digital blush faintly appear on his screen made your heart leap. You? A measly assistant managed to make THE Vox blush? You two were entranced, the feeling of leaning closer overwhelmed you as you both slowly inched closer and closer. What were you doing? You both were about six inches apart as he placed a hand over yours, now smiling devilishly as he chuckled.

"Of course I will, I just need someone by my side to do it" Did he...? You didn't have to fully process what he meant by that as you saw Vox's screen change to an incoming call with a ring. The moment ended as you cleared your throat and pulled away, taking your hands off his shoulders like they became fire. Of course- Valentino.

"Are you fucking-" He scowled as he transmitted the video call to one of his many screens, showing a very scandalously clad moth lounging on his bed, smoking and turning the screen into red before dissipating.

"Hey Voxy~ I need a fuck and I need it now. Angel Dust won't return my calls" Now, you weren't the biggest fan of Valentino, despite Vox also not being the best. But even as a sinner, you still did not agree with how that man treated others, especially his main star. Hearing the fact that he was demanding sex from your boss made your blood boil, yet you remained calm and neutral.

"Not now Val, find one of your other whores to fuck, I'm not in the mood" He didn't try to hide is displeasure as he held a very pissed off face staring at the pimp. Usually Vox never denied having sex with Valentino, so the sudden anger surpised you. Valentino just sighed, leaning closer to the camera. You weren't sure if he could see you, you hoped he didn't.

"You aren't fucking anyone else, right baby?" The question gave you whiplash despite not being the receiver. The moth sounded innocuous when you knew very well he manipulated Vox along with others. You knew his game.

"Fuck off Val" The tv Overlord than hung up, growling as he pushed out of his chair and started to walk towards the middle of the room. Following him, he headed back into the rest of the tower and back to his room. Before you could step in, he stood in the doorway, preventing your access.

"Don't bother me, do whatever the fuck you want for the next few hours, I don't care" and just like that, he slammed the door in your face. What the hell just happened? Taking a deep breath in, you mull over what you could possibly do when you decide to just take a walk. You needed some time outside the tower every once a while, so a walk would be perfect. Not wanting to head out in your work attire, you head to your room which was right next to Vox's (easier to be his assistant with you so close) and change. As you walked by your boss' door, you heard him panting and immediately flushed, walking away quickly as it felt wrong to hear him masturbate. You did walk in on him one time by pure accident and even to to this day he still teases you over it and makes fun of you. As you passed by, you could have sworn you heard him moan out your name, but he couldn't have. Right? Your ears were just playing tricks on you. Rushing past, opting to ignore it entirely, you went on your walk.

#vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader #staticmoth #voxval

[pasukiyo]

𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭.

read part two here.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; angsty smut lol, agreed arrangement

a/n; i have no idea how or why i’m writing so much lol but pulled this one out of my ass, so enjoy <3

word count; 2.8k

“…can you come over?”

 as much as she hated it, her heart would race every single time he called and asked that very same question. despite his intentions, excitement would still surge through her veins at the idea of seeing him, of feeling him, of being with him. 

 “…yeah. yeah, i’ll be over in ten.”

 “you’re the best. see you in ten.”

 the line went dead when he hung up, but she still clutched onto the phone, her fingers toying with the cord as she pursed her lips together, her chest heaving when she drew air back into her lungs. she knew it was wrong to be feeling this way— to feel that little sliver of hope pricking her heart— when she knew all too well what his intentions were. 

 she could remember the first time she stepped foot in steve harrington’s bedroom like it was yesterday. she could remember the way he sounded on the phone, his voice meek and ready to break at any given moment while he pleaded with her to come over. she remembered the beating of her own heart and how she could hear it in her eardrums as she got herself ready, even dressed herself in her most favorite dress— the one that hugged her body in all the right places, the one that was his favorite color. 

 she remembered how pretty she made herself for him, she remembered the walk to his house, the nervous steps she made to his front porch, the way her heart skipped several beats when she knocked her fist against his front door. she also remembered his face when he did eventually answer, his cheeks sticky and swollen with the remnants of his tears. she remembered how she felt her world shatter as she drew him into her arms, how her heart cracked into a plethora of tiny pieces when he told her what had happened with nancy wheeler. 

 nancy wheeler. she should’ve known. 

 she should’ve known better from the start— she was always going to be second to nancy wheeler, whether that be in class, or in steve’s heart. it didn’t matter— she was never going to be good enough. it was something she’d grown and learned to accept— or at least, tried to. 

 she remembered later that day after she had let steve talk it all out, when he first proposed to idea to her. 

 and she remembered the way she agreed with hardly any hesitation at all. 

 she remembered the way she felt being touched by steve harrington for the first time, the boy she’d been mooning over since middle school. she remembered everything about that night— she even dreamed about it from time to time. 

 and she remembered every night like it after that, how she’d throw her feelings aside in exchange for a night tangled in the sheets with steve, to be the one who got to hold him at least for a little while— even if she ended up feeling the heartbreak when she eventually returned home.

 nevertheless, she still made herself as pretty as she could for him, searching through her closet for her favorite sundress, one he had complimented her on many times before. she still checked her hair in the mirror, purposefully avoiding her own eyes, afraid of what she might find. she made sure she smelled good, made sure not a bump or blemish was visible on her skin. 

 she was almost certain that none of it mattered— steve didn’t care anyways. 

 he just needed an outlet for all of his stress.

 she was perfect— she was willing and compliant, and always there, which was just what he needed.

 and if she couldn’t be nancy wheeler for him, it was the very least she could do.

 her feet moved on autopilot towards his house, her fingernails etching crescents into the skin of her wrist, her mind foggy, but her heart racing. she never quite understood her heart, why it wanted something she knew she’d never have. she wondered if perhaps she was always meant to break in order to glue others back together, if that was her purpose after all. if so, why couldn’t she be immune to the pain her heart went through?

 her chest heaved as she inhaled, air rushing into her lungs whilst her palms soothed over the wrinkles of her clothes, tucking her hair behind her ears as she made her way towards steve’s front door. she’d been here so many times before, but something felt.. different. perhaps it was just the nerves, she thought. 

 maybe.

 her fist rapped against his door, her palms slick with sweat as she locked her fingers together, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited for him to welcome her in. she could hear his heavy footsteps just beyond the door, and she sucked in a sharp intake of breath, holding it at the base of her throat as the wood in front of her swung open, and there he stood.

 steve harrington, in all of his glory, stood before her, his lips curved into a small smile as he stepped out of the way, welcoming her into his home. “hey,” he greeted, closing the door behind her as she slipped her shoes off of her feet, neatly setting them beside the door. “hi,” she replied, daring a glance up at him. his eyes were delicate and sweet, like chocolate, and she melted, tearing her gaze away before she dug herself a deeper hole than what she was already in. 

 “you look pretty today, as always,” steve complimented, his palm giving her shoulder a squeeze. “i like your dress.”

 he said it every time she wore the exact one. she still flushed at his comment, ducking her head as her irises cowered to the ground, tucking a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “thank you,” she grinned as his palm slithered its way to the small of her back, her body jolting in his touch’s wake. “should we go upstairs?” he asked, to which she replied with a nod. 

 his hand never once left her back as he guided her towards the stairs, down the hallway she knew all too well, and past the door into his bedroom, the familiar white walls with the pattern she found horrid, but never had the courage to say it to his face. she eyed the bed she’d laid on, and slept on, and other things on more times than she can count, heat searing at her cheeks as the memories came flooding in.

 she watched as steve paced the room, his brow furrowed, something seemingly on his mind. “are you alright?” she questioned quietly as she sat herself down on the edge of his mattress, tilting her head to get a better read of his face. his teeth pinched his bottom lip in place, worrying the soft, pink flesh.

 “jonathan moved to california.”

 oh.

 “oh,” she nodded, her fingers linking together and resting on her lap. she shook her head, “i’m sorry, i guess i’m confused.”

 “nance said they hadn’t broken up, but she doesn’t know how long he’s gonna be gone and—“

 she didn’t hear anything else he said. she felt as if a weight had been dropped down onto her chest, knocking the breath out of her lungs and suffocating her.

 of course. of course this was all about finding his way back to nancy. she should’ve known— how could she be so stupid?

 the more she watched his lips move as he ranted on and on about trying to find a way back into nancy wheeler’s heart, the more frustrated and restless she became. why couldn’t he just see that she was right there?

 she’s always been right there, even before nancy wheeler. she was there for every basketball game, for every swim meet, for every heartbreak and everything in between. she was there for him through thick and thin— hell, she was practically tearing herself apart just giving herself to him like this, letting him use her to make every one of his worries and frustrations melt away.

 why couldn’t he see that she was sacrificing so much for him? why couldn’t he just see that she loved him?

 she cursed herself for being so silent, so unable to express how she truly felt, because the truth was, she was tired. she wanted steve harrington more than anything else in the world, but she wanted to be more than just his toy. she wanted to be what nancy wheeler was to him, she wanted to be the one with the key to his heart, the one he talked about so tenderly, the one he was in love with. she wanted to tell him that she loved him and for him to reciprocate the feelings back, she just wanted him.

 she hated that at the end of the day, she knew she’d never be able to tell him what was actually on her mind, that she’d let him pull her around on his string, that she’d submit to him as long as she got to at least be with him physically.  

 she realized that steve had gone silent, and he was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth again, his arms crossed over his chest, his fingers weaving through the hair atop his head. so, she suppressed everything, every feeling, thought, anything she had for steve harrington and rose to her feet, sauntering her way over to where he stood, enveloping his hand with both of hers. she braved a look up at him, capturing his eyes with her gaze as she brought the pad of his thumb to her lips, blessing his skin with her kiss. his jaw clenched and locked in place as she kissed his thumb again, and then his forefinger, then his middle finger, then the next one, and the next. 

 “i’m right here, steve,” she purred, her heart swelling in her chest at the ambiguity of her words. “use me.”

 and he did.

 steve’s opposite hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair as he drew her lips into his, his kiss vigorous and incessant as he laid her down onto his mattress, his palms caressed her waist and ventured further down to the hem of her dress, his fingertips a match against the flesh at her thighs. she let everything else melt away in this moment and chose to instead pretend that they were together, like they were in love. her fingers tugged at the brown ringlets on his head, moaning into his mouth as he tugged her dress up her body, breaking away from the kiss only to lift it all the way over her head. 

 “sh.. shit,” she gasped when his palms kneaded her breasts, her erect nipples sensitive against his skin. steve’s lips worked their way down to her chin and just below her jaw, his tongue swirling against the delicate skin of her neck and sucking a mark there, kissing the bruise he left in his wake. she could feel the tent in his pants against her thigh, and she grabbed at the collar of his shirt, gesturing that she wanted it off. he pulled away from her skin, his irises surging into hers as he tugged his shirt up and over his head, and she eyed the hair that had been growing on his chest as of lately, her lips trembling when he kissed her collarbone. 

 “you’re so…” he trailed off as his tongue licked all the way down to the valley of her breasts, his breath fanning over her peaked nipples. “…god, you’re so pretty,” he sighed, taking her nipple into his mouth, her back arching up off of the bed, her toes curling in. her heart skipped a beat at his words— she still wasn’t sure if it was normal for him to say such things when they technically weren’t together.

 she shook the thought away as his mouth trailed over to her other breast, kneading the opposite as he cherished her chest, groaning into her skin. she bucked her hips up into his and he growled at the friction against his erection, tearing away from her skin to unbutton his jeans, hooking his fingers over the waistband of his pants and his boxers before tugging them down his legs. she whimpered at the sight and squirmed as he kicked the pool of clothes away from his feet, his fingers now hooking over the hem of her panties and sliding them down her legs before tossing them to the other side of the room, not caring where they ended up.

 “steve,” she whispered as she caught a glimpse of the leaking head of his pretty, big cock, desire tying a knot at the pit of her belly and tugging, her cunt throbbing with her arousal. his fingers wrapped themselves around his girth and he gave himself a few pumps, his other hand teasing at her folds, gathering her slick before smearing it all over his length, throwing his head back and knitting his eyebrows together. 

 “all wet just for me,” he whispered, admiring the way her pussy fluttered at his words. “such a pretty, little pussy, just waiting for me to fuck it,” he cooed, swiping sweaty strands of hair away from her face and planting his lips against the crown of her head. “you ready?”

 she pursed her lips together, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him when she reminded herself that no matter how hard she tried to pretend— he wasn’t hers. she was here only to make him feel good, to be his stress reliever. 

 and no matter how tired she was, she would give herself to him a million times over and over again.

 “mhm,” she hummed as she nodded, toes curling when he slapped her aching clit with the tip of his cock. he rubbed up and down against her folds before he finally pushed himself in, and she heaved at the stretch, her fingers gripping the sheets as she screwed her eyelids shut and arched her back. “ffffuck, you’re always so goddamn tight,” he hissed as he filled her all way up to the absolute brim, hair falling over his face as he dropped his head. “feels so damn good.”

 and she let him set his own pace, the sound of skin assaulting skin permeating his bedroom as he pounded into her, his grip like iron on her hips. tears brimmed the outskirts of her sockets as she lost herself in the pleasure, her fingers locking around one of his wrists as the other kept a grip on the sheets beside her. “steve, please, feels so good,” she mewled as he came to an abrupt stop, suddenly feeling unsatisfied with missionary. he flipped her over onto her stomach and hooked an arm beneath her hips, pushing her up onto her knees until her ass hung in the air, her cunt dripping with her nectar. 

 “shit, gonna let me wreck that little pussy, hm?” he cooed as his palm struck her ass, pushing his cock back into her dripping hole, his hands once again gripping her hips as he absolutely destroyed her cunt, her moans muffled in the pillow below. it was so much to feel all at once— to be touched by steve harrington, to be fucked by steve harrington. she held onto every sensation she felt as if it may be the last time she ever experience it— because it very well may be. 

 and that was what she was afraid of.

 “steve..” she cried, fucking herself back against him to meet his brutal thrusts. “i’m.. i’m gonna come.”

 “yeah? gonna come all over me?” he panted, pistoning his hips harder into her. “me too. come. let me feel it, come all over my cock f’ me.”

 her orgassm possessed her body, her limbs locking and as if lightning had struck her, she jolted, her tears soaking his pillow. a string of curses tumbled from steve’s lips as his hips stuttered and he finally released, toppling over her body to calm himself down after his high. 

 it gave her heart more than enough time to sting inside of her chest.

 her chest hurt, she was in silent agony, as he rolled off of her body and settled himself into the mattress beside her, his arms drawing her in close to his chest, longing for that connection. she didn’t say anything, she didn’t protest, she didn’t even struggle underneath his touch.

 she just let him do whatever he wanted.

 “you okay?” steve must’ve noticed the blank stare on her face, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as he gazed down at her. 

 she had every opportunity to tell him how she felt then. she could have either destroyed their relationship or started something new at that very moment. she was uncertain, all she could do was try and find out. the ball was in her court.

 “..yeah. yeah.. i’m fine.”

 her heart wasn’t ready to go for it— it was a harder thing to do than to say. 

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #steve harrington angst #stranger things angst

[n6ptunova]

skater girlfriend • chris sturniolo

a/n: i’m obsessed with this idea! thank you @rac00ns-are-c00l4 hope you like it🫶

summary: you teach chris how to skate

warnings: some fluff and making out.

“who’s skateboard is this?” you asked chris as soon as he left the meeting. you were waiting for him in the warehouse, wandering around when you came across a skateboard. your boyfriend chris knew you were a skater girl but he never mentioned that he, or any of his brothers skate so you were confused.

“oh, i forgot we had this here. i bought it a while back to get back into skating but-”

“forgot? you were just busting your ass yesterday to learn a simple trick on it,” nick chuckled interrupting him. chris punched his arm mumbling for him to shut up.

“what? chris why didn’t you tell me? we could’ve skated together this whole time,” you pouted.

“that was the plan but…” he trailed off avoiding eye contact with you, he looked embarrassed for some reason. “but what?”

“i kinda wanted to teach myself the basics first bc i wanted to surprise you. also didn’t wanna look like a complete idiot in front of you.” that tugged on your heartstrings oh my god how could someone be this cute. you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss.

“that’s sweet, baby. but i don’t care about any of that i just wanna share this with you. come on, i’ll teach you, it’ll be fun!”

later that night, you found an empty street for you two to skate. chris showed you what he knows so far and it was quite literally just moving forward with the board. he didn’t even know how to stop properly he just jumps off. so you decided that’s the first thing you’ll teach him.

chris, being his prideful self, claimed he knows how to come to a stop but then proceeded to do a heel drag.

“nooo, chris, that’ll cause razor tail, dumbass!”

“razor what-”

“it’s gonna damage your skateboard. look you can try to do this instead.”

you showed him a couple easy ways for beginners to stop. “and you can do a power slide,” you said while demonstrating, “but this is when you get more pro.”

“wait but that’s the coolest looking one i wanna do that!” he whined. so of course, you spent the next half hour teaching him how to power slide. if there’s one thing you admired about him is his determination, he fell way too many times but he finally got really close so you decided to move onto the next.

“ok i think you’re ready to learn your first trick, a simple ollie.” you said while doing the trick yourself.

his jaw dropped, he couldn’t believe how cool his girlfriend actually is. you looked so beautiful and graceful while doing the most badass things. he got lost in his thoughts for a second you had to wave and snap your fingers in front of his face to get him to focus.

“sorry babe, i just have such a cool girlfriend don’t i?,” he smugly said raising one eyebrow while pulling you in for a kiss, his hand resting on your neck and the other on the side of your face. you melted into his touch and almost got carried away until you quickly snapped back to reality and pulled away to teach him an ollie before he starts to give up.

you told him how to position his feet and gave him tips to make the trick easier for him but he interrupted you halfway, “that’s impossible.”

“no it’s really easy i promise. it just takes some trial and error.”

he took in a deep breath like he’s preparing for the worst and stood on his board, positioning his feet the way you told him to and bent his knees slightly but just before lifting his feet he stopped, “are you sure i’m not gonna fall?” “you will fall.”

he rolled his eyes, “thanks for the reassurance.” as he attempted the trick he landed straight on his ass, the board rolling away from him.

“owww, can’t you teach me something easier first.” he’s used to falling off his skateboard a lot but not in front of you. he wanted you to think he was cool too. you’d think it’s childish if he wasn’t so adorable.

“chris, this is as easy as it gets. come onnn do you want me to hold your hand princess?” you smirked, teasing him.

“shut up. i can do this.” he stood up and positioned himself on the board again. and before you know it he’s back on the ground with a loud thump.

you give him a knowing smirk and raise your eyebrows reaching your hand out to him. “you sure you don’t need help?” he snaps his head towards you and purses his lips forming a straight line.

“no i got this bro.” he’s so stubborn it made you giggle. after a few more hits to the ground he finally gave in and asked you to help. you held both of his hands and told him what he was doing wrong and before he attempts it again you looked him straight in the eyes, flashing him the sweetest smile, the street lights illuminating your face slightly, “you got this, babe.”

that was all the motivation he needed to attempt this trick again and surely enough, with you keeping him steady holding his hands, he was able to land it.

“I DID IT!!” he screamed and ran around you in a circle before engulfing you in his arms and picking you up feet off the ground spinning around. all that could be heard was both of your laughs and giggles. “yesss baby you did it!!”

“all thanks to the best and hottest teacher i could ever have,” he winked as he put you down and slapped your ass.

your face heated up but you pulled him in by his belt loop catching him off guard and placing a sweet but slow kiss on his lips he practically whined into your mouth, his knees growing weak. only you could have him like this.

he snaked his hands to your hips and gripped them tightly making you gasp, he uses this to slip his tongue into your mouth. you moan and both pull each other impossibly closer, bodies pressed against one another, your hands ruffling through his hair and tugging lightly.

after what felt like eternity (it was only 2 minutes) you pulled away catching your breath. “we should do this more often.” you nodded your head in agreement and he added, “and i guess the skating too.” you smacked his chest jokingly as he chuckled.

the rest of the night you spent just skating back and forth on the street, listening to your favourite music and talking about everything and anything.

when it was time to head home you did a nollie to pick up your board. chris thought it was the coolest thing ever and whined about how he can only pick it up the “normal” way but as he’s showing you, the board flips up and hits him in the crotch making him bend over in pain.

you tried your best to hide your laughter to spare his feelings but it slipped out and even though he shook his head disapprovingly he was smiling like an idiot because your laugh was the most beautiful sound to him.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #n6ptunova

[nozunhinged]

7 BL Newbie Moments of 2023 That Altered My Brain Chemistry

So I went through all my posts since the beginning of this journey and as much as I love dumping my insanity here without context or any punctuation, I feel that a lot of my fav moments deserve a bit more love and structure.

But first I need to put a bit of context so you won't be like "who the hell do they think they are" (aside from delusional I'm nothing, I promise) and my anxious overexplainer-heart is silenced.

My first BL TV show was Only Friends and only 5 months later I'm already throat deep into it (sorry). My watchlist is so endless that I sometimes (no, regularly) genuinely fear for my sanity. I'm still learning all the names and production houses but does that stop me from starting 10 other shows? NOPE.

I'm not new to queer fan spaces (avid manga reader since the yaoi days, my first ship was taito from digimon) but I am most definitely new to the brainrot levels these shows gave me.

And believe it or not, even though my shipper heart is over a decade old, I'm new to Tumblr and the fuel this platform added to the fire could burn down entire continents.

ANYWAYS if you're still here — please enjoy Noz's 100% self-indulgent moments!

1. The End And The Beginning - Only Friends

All I did was mindlessly scroll through the tumblr trends, no idea about how this website works, still sour and sad about the loss of my twitter bubble thanks to the elopocalypse—little did I know that fate would lead me to the wonderful world of BL shows! It was like this moment in isekai-esque movies where you get sucked into a world and you go WOOAAH once you arrive.

There was this show—on YouTube—100% unapolagetic about sex, relationships and queerness. Five minutes into the first episode, someone asks if they can bring their boyfriend to a hookup. This was ALL of my wildest dreams come true! Oh boy, was I naive.

I feel like Only Friends had me speedrun the whole BL industry. Branded pairs, production houses, fanservice, obsessive fans & haters, audience reactions influencing the storyline, EVERYTHING happened during Only Friends and I was just like "what the hell is going on here?" It was like the perfect case study for literally everything. Honestly I still don't really understand what's going on.

Unfortunately, this also led to the awful ending I erased from my brain and don't want to get into, I'm just gonna say Boston I will never forgive the writers for what they did to you. I dropped that show like a hot potato, filtered all possible tags and moved on — or so I thought.

I feel like I'm trying to recreate that first excitement when I discovered OF. But 20 shows later, I'm still not there. Does this make me sound like an addict? Yes, and this is why Only Friends EP 1 is my No. 1 moment that altered my brain chemistry.

2. The Boeing Incident - Only Friends

I talked about it just yesterday and I need to do it again because Boeing was the beginning of a thing that thought I'd never be capable of: lusting after real person TV characters. I talked about it in length here and here so the only thing I'm gonna add just for good measure is that I'd do anything, anything for a BostonBeoingNOZ threesome. Holy shit I'm cringing just writing this down but I need to get my point across.

3. Still Looking For That Kiss - Love in The Air

I know this is a general experience at this point but the chemistry between the couples in Love In The Air opened a whole knew world for me. I thought I knew chemistry but when I saw them, I realized I knew NOTHING.

It may sound weird but I'm still looking for that perfect kiss that's hitting all the right neurons in my brain. I have a hunch that one of these two pairs will deliver them one day, but until then I NEED to watch a million kisses for research.

This post by @talistheintrovert explains perfectly what I think about kissing in shows. Ji Chang Wook is still the blueprint for me.

But do I have a favorite BL kiss so far? Yes, yes I do. It's this ShinPeach beauty.

4. Main Lead Syndrome - Kiseki: Dear To Me

I am a second lead, side couple enby before I am human but I will defend these two until the end of time. My TL is flooded with Chen Yi, Ai Di, Nat and Louis while these two are over here falling in love over strawberry cake, cat analogies, failed cooking and all sorts of memory loss. Zongyi opened a fucking bakery for his babygirl and Zerui pretended to be a pretty dumdum to protect the love of his life.

I don't care how much you all love the two dumb (affectionately) gangsters, these two deserve the world, end of story. Also Kai Hsu and Taro Lin are bff's irl now, Taro said that Kai helped him get out of a very bad mental tate and I take that very personally.

5. The Fanservice is Fanservicing - Kiseki: Dear To Me

Speaking of Taro and Kai, the fact that I even know that they're bff's is another brainaltering moment that needs recognition because months later it led me to this TikTok of two actors I don't know of a show I don't watch, staring at them for ages and really considering watching it just because of it.

That is the power of fanservice my friends and I can put on my clownmask now because I avidly screamed left and right that fanservice should be forbidden when I learned about it. I blame Kiseki for that. But my point still stands, I hate actors doing stuff they're uncomfortable with. I just hope they're all friends and have fun and get that coin.

6. The One Just For Me - Playboyy

I've been lurking around Playboyy from the moment I found out they have the same writer as OF. And boy did it deliver so far! I already wrote a bunch here about which role Playboyy plays for me, but it's also a wonderful case study for my producer heart — watching the acting, directing, lighting, sets, props and storyline interact is fascinating.

People say the less you notice the better the show, which is correct, but I love all the flaws of this piece of media. IMHO it's the last puzzlepiece of the amazing, important social commentary the show delivers. All of the topics the couples represent need to get their very own show.

7. The Holy Grail - The Sign

Speaking of the less you notice — this is the sign for The Sign (again, sorry). There's a reason this show is loved and praised so widely because the production is on a whole other level. Adding the beautiful story on top of that, we have the potential for a holy grail here and I'm so in for the ride.

I keep saying I've entered the world of BL in it's absolute golden era. Never in a million years did I think I'd watch 5 shows simultaneosly but I love every single one of them so much I keep a whole spreadsheet on how I can be on time for every premiere every week alongside my work schedule.

Honorable mentions

KinnPorsche: VegasPete were my first dark, angsty, morally questionable couple ever (I'm a sissy okay)

Last Twilight: When I watched Extraordinary Attorney Woo, I cried several times about the wonderful media representation of disability. It means so much to me and Last Twilight is on par with that.

Bake Me Please: Thank you for giving me this beautiful kiss

Manner of Death: Thank you MaxTul for making gay makeouts fashionable

Bad Buddy: The one time I was glad I persisted so I could watch them most adorable phone scene on the planet

I Feel You Linger In The Air: It was too painful for me to finish but I loved the show with my whole heart and it deserves all the awards it got.

Kimi ni Todokanai: Japanese shows just hit different. I'll never get over the kissing Taiyaki.

The Novelist Series: THIS is how you kiss the one you're horny for my friends. Take notes directors.

Semantic Error: My fav webtoon -> Got Viki for the Series -> Found the BL corner of Viki -> Drew my attention to Tumblr -> This post.

Thank you for being the butterfly of my butterfly effect.

And thank YOU if you read until here! To a even more wonderful queer year 2024! I'm so ready for this ride.

#only friends the series #only friends #kiseki: dear to me #love in the air #love in the air the series #playboyy #playboyy the series #the sign #the sign the series #thai bl #japanese bl

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𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 ✔︎

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸/𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻 (𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺)

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 & 𝗔𝗨𝗦 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍!! 𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅

𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁!𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵!𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗼𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲...)

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ᴡᴀʏs ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ

𝗪.𝗖- 𝟰𝟭𝟲𝟱

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ 😭ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪ’ᴍ sᴏ ɢʟᴀᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ! ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ sᴀᴛɪsꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ sᴄʀᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ. ɴɢʟ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ’ᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ!! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sʜᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛɪᴍᴇ!! ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪs ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘʀᴇᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ 💚

Something you learned early on in your relationship with your boyfriend is that he loved to play games and was unreasonably good at them, even when he didn’t quite understand the rules and it being his first time playing. Losing just wasn’t an option for him as it always left a door of opportunity for him to fluster you with his impressive skills.

And it was those same skills he took and used to start a little game of his own; one where he purposely annoys you just to get a reaction. His reasons being were, “you’re hot when you’re mad.”

Even in those moments of you blowing up on him, he couldn’t help but get a little horny. How could he not? Especially by him having you by a couple inches in height; something he found extremely hot when you would point a finger at him despite you having to look up at him, which never failed to hit him straight to the core.

He often wondered how it would be if you took some of that frustration out on him.

While his antics pissed the hell out of you, those little boners of his didn’t go unnoticed which you have reasons to believe he wanted you to see as he would never hide them, and you would be lying to yourself if you said watching him squirm underneath your intense stare didn’t make your panties drip with arousal but you’d be damned if he knew that.

The last thing you needed was to feed his ego by letting him think his little tricks affected you even though they did.

Early that morning you woke up due to your boyfriend’s aggressive keyboard clicking as he muttered curses under his breath from across the room. You tried going back to sleep as it was too early to be up on a Saturday morning but he made it impossible to do so with his noises so you just got up to shower instead. Not without shooting daggers in the back of his head first.

It wasn’t until after your shower that you realized you hadn’t brought a towel with you, remembering that Hyuck did laundry yesterday.

“Hyuck, can you bring me a towel? I forgot to bring one.” He hears you say through the ear that wasn’t covered with his headphones.

Luckily Jeno was taking too long in joining his game, making it where he was able to spare a moment to go and retrieve a towel from the linen closet.

His hand being mid way of grabbing one before it halts suddenly to the idea that pops in his head, already grinning from ear to ear as he imagines your priceless face when you see what he’s done.

He then snags a “towel” off the shelf and giddily hurries back to the room to give it to you.

“Here you go baby.” He hands it off to you and skips back to his desk, waiting for your reaction.

Not even a second later does he hear, “Lee Donghyuck!”

Hyuck doubles over, holding his stomach at the usage of his full name. Also hearing some militant shuffling, a clear sign that you were pissed. He quickly tries to regain his composure to appear oblivious..

Just in time as he places his headphones back on his head, you were throwing the bathroom door open and marched up to him with the evidence in hand.

“The fuck is this?!” Holding it up, brows drawn together.

He slowly blinks, staring between you and the towel in question.

He responds, “a towel?” In a duh like tone but in reality, it was taking every fiber in his body to not burst out laughing.

“A fucking hand towel! What the hell do you expect me to do with this?! Dry my hair?!”

Not even that was possible even if you tried.

Hyuck turns more in his chair to face you but is unable to hold back a smug smile as he looks you up and down, seeing as it's only pissing you off even more.

“You look dry to me. Besides you said bring you a towel. You weren’t specific.”

He— of course he did it on purpose.

That marked strike one. Strike two came along as the afternoon rolled in. You both were hungry but neither of you felt like making anything so you decided to go out for lunch to your favorite restaurant. The food never failed to disappoint you as you would always order a couple of dishes for you and Hyuck to share.

However, when the waitress came to take your order, Hyuck decided this was the perfect time to carry on with his shenanigans as the waitress was surprised by the amount of food you were ordering.

“Me and my boyfriend are just sharing.” You smiled kindly while handing her back the menu.

“What if I don’t wanna share?” Hyuck crossed his arms over his chest with a glint in his eyes as you stared back at him, lips parted in utter shock.

For the waitress, she laughs awkwardly and hurried to get your order in, in hopes of escaping the secondhand embarrassment.

Not much was said after that and even when the food came out, it was eaten in silence. Hyuck, on the other hand, had a hard time deciphering whether your quietness was because you were too stunned to say anything or if you were burning with furry, being that you hardly looked at him.

When you had finally got home, which was somewhere in the evening after needing to run a couple of errands first, Hyuck noticed you were still being disconnected with him, giving him little to no response whenever he tried striking a conversation.

He wondered if he took things too far, granted that it led you to be withdrawn from him. Or maybe he didn’t try hard enough. You weren’t supposed to be letting him get away with this so it behooved him why you were.

“Babe?” He tries, following you into the apartment, hot on your trail as you head straight to the kitchen to set down the things you got.

“Babe?”

Closing the gap between you by pulling you flush against his chest in a back hug and fittingly wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You can’t still be mad about lunch, are you?” He taunts with a chuckle in your ear but doesn’t expect when you rip his arms away from you in such haste.

Strike three.

In one swift move, you turned around and walked him backwards until his back was pressed against the nearest wall causing him to let out an audible gasp with eyes bulging out of his head like fly saucers.

“I’ve just about had it with you today! First bringing me that skimpy little towel and then humiliating me at lunch! I bet all for shits and giggles too.”

That much he wasn’t able to refute as part of it was for mere amusement but this, you having him up against a wall with the eyes of a predator that was ready to devour its prey, made his dick twitch with hope of maybe his plan didn’t fail after all.

“Well I hope you had your fun cause now I’m about to have mine.”

In another move, you reached forward to bunch a fistful of his shirt in your hand and practically dragged him along to your bedroom.

Once there do you let him go and back away, putting some distance between you.

“Take off all your clothes and stand here and be a good little bitch while I decide what to do with you.” You tell him but in the back of your head, you already knew exactly what you were going to do to him.

After the little charade he pulled at lunch, it left you all the time between then and you coming home to concoct some ideas.

You couldn’t just let him get away with embarrassing you like that and you not do anything. Hyuck was secretly counting it too: that maybe if he pushed you just a little harder, you would retaliate in a way that he so desperately wanted you to and it worked cause there he was standing in front of you, completely naked and semi hard just like you wanted him.

You then stepped up to him and put your hands on his waist,

“Turn around and put your hands in front of you.” You instruct, trying to turn him yourself but Hyuck puts his foot down defiantly to keep you from moving him.

His curiosity got the best of him, “what’s going to happens if I don’t?”

Causing you to let out a low laugh.

“You’re already in trouble, darling. Do you really wanna keep acting like a brat right now?”

The sternness in your voice hits him straight to the core and sends shivers crawling down his back underneath the hand you had there with force which had him buzzing with excitement.

Only then could you feel his resistance start to deplete as he lets you lean him against the wall, choosing to play it safe for now but God only knows how long that will last.

“You remember your safe words?” You ask and he nods eagerly, wiggling his hips back teasingly— jutting his butt out.

Despite being in the situation he was in, it still doesn’t stop his taunts towards you.

He hums at the feeling of your hands as they begin fondling with his butt; caressing it and squeezing his cheeks together in your palms like you were giving him a nice little massage, almost making him forget his position.

But just before he could begin to enjoy it, a sudden gasp fell from his lips as your hand drew back and delivered a firm smack to one of his cheeks, leaving a stinging sensation.

“Count each one and thank me.” You mumbled in his ear before stepping back to make room.

Smacking his butt again, this time on the opposite cheek to allow the other to recover. Hyuck makes a noise, letting out a shaky breath, “thank you baby!” And starts with one.

Each hit being five seconds apart from each other, growing more intense the higher he counted. He grunts through close teeth, in between each of them along with the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

He loved every minute of it though. Pushing his hips back more while letting his back dip into a perfect arch. His mind was fuzzy, too caught up in the sting that evenly spreaded throughout both cheeks, making him lose count on what number he was on, and resulted in him receiving a double smack twice as quick, causing him to wail out a curse.

“You’re on fifthteen, you little pain slut.” You spat and spanked him again.

Had he really made it that far? Perhaps he was a sucker for the pain, something he could add to his list of many kinks he discovered throughout the times of you having sex. But as much as he was loving this, he didn’t know how much more he could take before his legs collapsed right from beneath him as they were beginning to shake and numbness dispersed in his feet.

You only told him to count each one but failed to mention what number he was going to.

Hyuck wails, sounding close to tears as he makes it to twenty and starts trembling on the spot that it makes his butt jiggle, along with the smacks. There was nothing to ground himself with as he only had the wall in front of him but it was slick due to his sweaty palms.

“B-baby pleas-se, I can’t a-anymore!” He pants, trying to stand straight.

“Unless I hear a safe word,” you raise a brow and draw back your hand again, ready to deliver another blow to his butt but Hyuck tenses and covers himself with one hand.

Twenty one was the number he started yelling out his safe word, “Red! Red! Red!” Causing your hand to halt.

Stepping back and inspecting the erotic sight in front of you; Hyuck was leaning fully against the wall with stray tears decorating his face and his golden cheeks now painted in a beautiful shade of rosy pink.

Seeing him this way made you want to play with him forever, if this was the Hyuck you were to get every time. The things you wanted to do with him were endless and couldn’t possibly be done in a matter of a night. At least not the things you had in mind.

Squeezing his butt gently and watching him shudder under your touch, you shook your head with a smile and then instruct him to,

“Go lay down on the bed on your stomach.”

What you were possibly up to now, he doesn’t know nor does he bother to ask while limping over to the bed. He was just thankful to be off his feet— relief instantly settling in his legs, and that you didn’t make him lay on his back while his backside was still tingling.

Laying down, he watches you bend over to pick up his jeans that were carelessly thrown to the side and pulled the belt out from the loops. The smirk toying on your lips didn’t go unnoticed either as you sauntered over to the end of the bed and tossed the belt in front of him.

His eyes dared not to leave you, even for a moment. They sparked with excitement at the sight of your hands playing with the button of your jeans and shimming them down over your hips and legs.

His mouth waters as if you were an oasis in a dry land, wanting to take a sip— more naturally, he wanted to mark your thighs up with all kinds of marks and have his head buried in between your legs, lapping up any drop of juice you would give him to quench his thirst.

Unfortunately what he wanted isn't what you had in mind.

Clambering onto the bed, you stand on your knees picked up his belt again,

“Hands behind your back.” You gestured behind him.

“What! No, why?!” He says all in one and even tries to get up and draw back but you were quicker and stopped him before he could, pushing him to lay back down.

“The more you resist, the more you ruin your chances of getting to come tonight.”

He pauses right where he lies and whips his head so fast to look up at you.

‘You wouldn’t dare.’ He thinks, staring back at you with a glowering look of his own like it were some stare off but you weren’t in the mood for any more of his brattiness.

Taking him by the chin, you draw his face closer to yours and he inhales sharply through his nose.

“This can go one or two ways right now. You either one: do as I say and have a possible chance of coming or two: I can tie you up and edge you all night with a cockring.” You speak low and his eyes widen slightly at your threat because he knows you're not bluffing, remembering strategically the first night you experimented with a cockring.

So in the end, he obliges and puts his hands behind his back with a scowl, which you pay no attention to.

“Now was that so hard?” You tutted and leaned over to loop the belt around his wrists into makeshift handcuffs and give the excess a tug of security.

You then move back to lay down on your back in front of him and hook two thumbs in the sides of your panties and shimmy those off in a tantalizing manner, giving him a front row seat to all of your slickness glistening between your folds. Hyuck whines and squirms to wiggle himself closer to you but you stop him by placing your foot on his shoulder,

“Don’t.” You sneered.

The only thing he can do is sit there and be forced to watch you bring your hand up to your mouth and slip two fingers in, making sure he sees your tongue swirl around them, coating them in a good amount of spit before letting them go and dragging them to the place that he claims is only for him to touch.

Not one bit does he like seeing you with your fingers buried deep inside your cunt, let alone hearing you moan like if your fingers were anything compared to his. He’s pissed cause there you were right in front of him, pleasuring yourself when that should’ve been him. It should be his fingers making you moan; while his mouth is attached to your clit, giving you the best toe curling head.

“Baby, please don’t touch yourself. Let me do it.” He begs, not even caring that he was either.

“Now why should I?” You lift your head to raise a brow at him.

“You don’t deserve it. Not after all you did today.” You reminded him while still pumping your fingers in and out of you.

You moan and throw your head back, creating the perfect opportunity for him to wiggle closer to you without you noticing.

“Stop acting as if you’re really making yourself feel good. You know only I can make you feel like that.” He says, causing you to slow your pace and lift your head again.

“That’s an awful lot of shit coming from someone who’s tied up right now.”

“You know it’s true though. Untie me right now and I can show you.” He leans in and sucks a part of your thigh into his mouth harshly, using his tongue lastly to soothe it.

Finally realizing just how close he was, you, in a swift move, reached down and grabbed the front of his hair, ripping a loud yelp from the back of his throat as you pulled him away.

“Did I say you could kiss me?!”

He didn't even get the chance to speak before you were getting up, untangling yourself from him and rolled him onto his back. Hyuck looks stunned as he lays in an awkward position where his tied hands are peeking from behind his back, causing his hips to be slightly elevated.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Shaking your head as you climbed on top of him and picked up his cock, rubbing the head between your folds before sinking down on him, punching a moan out of you both. Pissed or not, there wasn’t no denying that his cock felt good stretching you out.

“All you had to do was lay there and be good but you couldn’t even do that. Why can’t you be for me?” Your fingers dug into his chest and he hisses as you start bouncing on his cock.

The feeling of your velvety walls swallowing him whole each time you came back down on him, coating his cock with all your juices, making an audible squelching sound. Hyuck moans with his brows drawn together, basking in finally being able to be inside you.

Even though it took him a while to get to this moment, he can’t lie and say seeing you in control wasn’t a massive turn on. He was literally spanked for crying out loud; got pushed and pulled around— basically forced into submission. Such a shame he didn’t try pushing you to the max sooner. He could’ve been experiencing this.

“B-baby… please— I—”

“Please what? Don’t tell me you’re already about to come.” You snorted and brushed away the hair that was falling into his eyes, able to see how glazed over they were.

The way they stared back into yours as if he was silently pleading with you, along with his hips bucking up to match your pace.

You leaned down, letting your hand lay claim under his chin to hold him in pace as your face lowered to level with his.

“How bad do you need it? Tell me how bad do you wanna come?” You murmured against his lips, causing him to pant against yours.

“So bad! I need you so so bad! Please make me cum, make me make a mess of myself!” He spits out in one breath and grunts when your hips snapped down on him in a new angle.

“Believe me baby, I am. I’m gonna make you come so hard that people will be able to smell sex on you for weeks.” He moans at that and you leaned in closer to swallow his noises with your lips while you bounced on him some more before saying,

“Just not yet.” And lifted your hips so that he slips out just before he could reach his peak.

Hyuck wails when he feels his orgasm quite literally being ripped away from him—stomach muscles contracting as if to hang on to whatever was left but it was gone.

“Aww, come on. I couldn’t let you come that easily.” You giggled and wiped away the unshed tears that had collected in the corner of his eyes.

“Bet you’re ready to stop being a brat now, huh? Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

He nods frantically, earning another giggle from you. You smashed your lips together in a brief kiss and pulled back to then lay beside him and reach under him to pull the belt around his wrists loose.

Hyuck shoots up almost immediately and gets up on top of you, ready to stick his dick back in but you stop him just as quickly, wrapping your hand around his neck, earning a moan from him and watching his eyes flutter shut as you hold him back.

Interesting.

“Slow down or I won’t hesitate to edge you again.” Your eyes are hard, causing him to whimper in response.

“I promise I’ll let you come, even after all the shit you did today, but only on one condition; I come first, got it?”

He nods again, feeling your hand loosen from his neck and reaches down to grab his cock and slip it back into you in one go. He groans loudly as your walls instantly tighten around him, needing a minute to adjust before he starts moving.

It wasn’t long before he got a little needy and started pounding into you, drunk on the feeling of how well your pussy was taking him. Had it not felt so good, you would’ve punished him on the spot for getting besides himself but you couldn’t. Not when he was drilling you like this.

The tip of his cock brushing perfectly against your walls, specifically over the spot that never failed to have you seeing stars and form a small knot in your belly, that only tightened the more he brushed on it.

“Keep going baby, ‘m so close.”

And by the way his thrusts were getting sloppy, you knew he was getting close too. You tried helping the both of you out by raising your hips to meet his thrusts and attach one of your hands to your clit to stimulate it.

“I c-can’t hold on much longer!” He cries and squeezes his eyes shut.

Wrapping your other hand around his neck again, he moans loudly, nearly toppling on top of you.

“You can and will. Just a little more—”

A moan gets caught in your throat when you feel that knot in your stomach couldn’t expand any further, your eyes roll in the back of your head as you came a lot faster than expected— fingers still rubbing over your clit to ride through the high.

“Come for me Hyuck!”

Letting go at the second of your words, his orgasm washes over him with such intensity that he can no longer hold himself up, collapsing on top of you as his hips continue to rut into you as he painted your walls with his semen.

Once you were done, highs ridden out and all, you both laid there in silence while trying to collect your breaths, filling the room with your sounds.

Still under your boyfriend who makes no effort of moving off top of you.

“Hyuck?” Tilting your head down when he doesn’t give you a response to see his eyes were closed.

No way he could’ve fallen asleep that fast. You poked his cheek a couple of times until he stirred a bit, letting out a whine and pushes your hand away.

Shaking your head, you plant a kiss on his hairline, “you’re such a brat.” And lay back down, leaving him be.

But just when you think he may have gone back to sleep, you heard him mumble something but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“What?”

He chuckles, “I said it was all worth it.”

#nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #haechan smut #haechan imagines #haechan x reader #lee donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck x reader #hard hours

[the-marshals-wife]

Broke The Mold (Ken x Reader)

A/N: Ken is a sweetheart and all he wants is to be the best boyfriend he can be. I know this is not my normal content, but the depression has been real lately and the Barbie movie has been a huge comfort to me, especially Ken. This is wholesome fluff for my own indulgence. Premise: Ken followed Barbie's example and became human, learning to live and love in the real world.

Description: Ken x Fem!Reader (both human), cavity-inducing fluff, hurt+comfort flavored | Warnings: absolutely none except kisses | Word count: 1,805

Gif credit: user weirdobarbie

Imagine your boyfriend Ken cheering you up when you're feeling down, and spending a cozy evening together

What was supposed to be an evening of sweet escape was turning into a complete disaster. After getting home later than you'd planned thanks to traffic, and taking an extremely rushed shower, your bathroom looked like a tornado had gone through.

You appraise your reflection in the steamy mirror and despair at the sight. Your dress sleeve is slipped off your shoulder after already putting it back a dozen times. Your right eyeliner wing is smudged from five frustrated attempts at getting them to appear even. Your empty stomach ached from working through your lunch at work so that you'd get to leave on time to get ready, just for these to be the results. After spending so long on trying to repair your makeup, you had yet to even finish your hair.

"I just wanted a break," you lament, vision blurring, "Just one night."

Overwhelmed by the feeling of failure, you sink to the floor. You bring your knees up to your chest and start to cry into your hands, knowing all your effort had just been undone, but too upset to care.

The sound of jingling keys and your apartment door opening reaches your ears, ripping you back to reality.

"Oh Ken," you breathe, guilt washing over you.

He was on time, as always, and you were no where near ready.

Panicked, you consider springing up and hurriedly trying to wash your face, but it's too late for that. It's only a few seconds before he's noticed your absence and is standing outside the bathroom door, knocking on it lightly.

"Babe? Are you in there?"

"I'm here," you call out, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Are you okay?" you hear him ask, concern in his voice.

"Yeah," you reply weakly, "Kinda...not really." You croak out the last word.

There's a pause before he speaks again. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," you say, choking back a sob.

You watch the knob rotate, and take in the sight of your beloved beau, well-dressed and perfectly groomed just as you knew he'd be. His expression of worry turns to fright the instant he sees you on the floor. He drops to his knees without hesitation, looking over you frantically.

"Did you fall?! I warned you about the water, it is SO slippery here. I fall like every day."

You chuckle a bit through the tears. His innocence never fails to warm your heart.

"No, I didn't fall."

He exhales and clutches his chest before narrowing his gaze.

"Is there a spider in the shower?" he questions, glaring at the curtain, "How dare he threaten you. Where is he?"

"There's no spider, babe. I'm okay, I promise," you reassure, touching his arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

He relaxes and turns his softened eyes back to you, "What happened, sweetheart?"

"I was getting ready for our date, and I accidentally knocked my hairbrush into the toilet. And then I ran out of my favorite lip gloss and I couldn't find the new tube I bought. I thought I put it in the drawer, but I couldn't find it and then I messed up my mascara trying to fix my eyeliner and then I go so upset, I started crying and ruined it all," you answer all at once, punctuated by sniffles, "Also I think my boss is mad at me because of a mistake I made yesterday and I don't think I'll get the promotion I wanted. I already thought he didn't like me, but this just made it worse and I've been so stressed about it."

You take a shaky breath and see that he is hanging on your every word.

"I'm sorry, that was a lot. I just...wanted to have some fun tonight and look pretty for our date."

Ken stares at you bewildered. "But you are pretty."

"Right," you scoff and point at yourself. "Have you seen my face?"

"I'm looking right at it, and it's the same pretty face I see all the time. Makeup doesn't change that."

"Ken," you begin to protest, but you stop as he soothingly thumbs away your tears.

"Pretty isn't even a good enough word. I think you're beautiful," he says, wholly sincere.

You gaze into his kind eyes a moment before the emotions overwhelm you. You throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking you both backward.

"Thank you," you say, clinging to him tightly.

"Of course," he replies, holding you close, "I only told the truth. And don't worry about the promotion. If they can't see how smart and talented and valuable you are, someone else will. It will all work out in the end, you'll see."

You lean back and admire him. "You don't know how sweet you are, do you?"

"Oh, I've heard a thing or two. Mostly from my girlfriend," he smirks.

"I bet she's absolutely smitten with you," you remark.

"Not as much as I am with her," he counters, "Wellll, almost as much. Maybe."

You both laugh, enjoying the moment of levity.

"What do you think my girlfriend would say to staying in tonight and having a date at home instead? Say, pizza and a movie?" he proposes.

You nod excitedly. "That actually sounds amazing."

Ken leans forward and softly kisses your forehead. "Then it will be done, my lady. I'll take care of everything. You just put on your coziest pajamas, and come out whenever you're ready. No rush."

"Okay," you grin.

Ken stands and returns to the doorway to leave, but looks back over his shoulder at you.

"Love you," he mouths the words.

"Love you more," you mouth back.

"No way," he whispers, shaking his head dramatically as he closes the door.

Your heart flutters as you get to your feet and face the mirror. The girl in the reflection is the same as before, from the runny mascara to the half-straightened hair, but now you smile at her. No other guy had ever made you feel good about yourself the way Ken does. If they said anything nice, it had typically felt like a means to an end. But it wasn't that way with Ken. He never pushed you for anything in your relationship, and his patience and affection seemed to have no end. He would do anything for you, and he was happy to do it.

The girl he was originally made to be with was literally the standard of beauty, and you were far from being as perfect as Barbie, but he still treated you as if you were. Not only did you feel special, but you were incredibly grateful to have such a man in your life. Especially on a day like today.

♡

A few minutes later, you emerge from your room, face washed and hair braided up, donning your favorite pair of long, cozy pajamas and your fuzzy bunny slippers. Both were presents from your thoughtful boyfriend for your recent four month anniversary, and you loved them dearly. You walk down the hallway, and as the living room comes into view, you gasp. Ken stands by the couch expectantly, wearing his matching set of pajamas and a big grin on his face.

"Oh my gosh, you had those with you?" you ask, beaming.

"I always have them. In my trunk, anyway. You never know when there's going to be a cuddle emergency," he says, totally serious.

"You're so cute," you say, eagerly walking into his open arms.

"The pizza should be here in a few minutes. Pepperoni and extra cheese, with a side of cinnamon bites, just the way you like it," he says, rubbing your back.

You lay your head upon his chest, his heartbeat a comforting sound in your ear. "You think of everything."

"Anything for my girl," he declares, "You can have any kind of food you can think of delivered here, it's crazy. I bet they can even deliver to the beach."

You look up at him and smile. "Say that again."

He raises an eyebrow, "I bet they can...even deliver to the beach?"

"Not that. The first part," you correct, giving him a knowing look.

His confused expression turns to understanding, "Anything for my girl."

"I love hearing you call me that."

"Then I'll say it a million times more," he says, carefully brushing a loose strand of your hair away from your eyes, "Would my girl like to pick out a movie while we wait?"

"Only if my man will help me decide," you giggle.

His eyes grow wider as he puffs out his chest with pride, "It would be my honor. For what my girl wants, my girl gets."

You take his hand and lead him to the couch. Together you sit, fingers interlaced, and begin scrolling through endless lists of titles.

♡

After a few minutes of debating, a list of top picks formed. Ken's choices were all horse movies of course. While you knew he would defer to whatever you wanted, you didn't mind finding out if Black Beauty was still as good as when you were a kid. After all, his unending love of horses was one of your many favorite things about him. Once you settled on your entertainment for the evening, your food arrived shortly thereafter.

Now, with your stomach full and heart even fuller, halfway through the movie, your focus drifts from the TV to your date. With your head resting on his shoulder, and his arm snuggly around your waist, you peer up at him. You expect him to be mesmerized by the screen like usual. Instead, he's gazing down on you, smiling to himself.

"What?" you ask reflexively.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am that you're my girl."

You can feel yourself blushing, somehow still taken aback by his honesty after these many wonderful weeks.

"Not as lucky as I am to be your girl," you say, before flashing a teasing smirk, "Welllll, almost as much. Maybe."

He chuckles at your parroting of his words.

You sit up straighter and turn toward him. "Thank you for tonight," you continue earnestly, "I was a mess, and you made me feel so much better. You always do."

"You're not a mess to me. They broke the mold with you, sweetheart," he smiles, reaching to caress your cheek, "And I came from one, so I would know."

You grin, heart aching with love for him. Becoming more and more lost in his deep baby blues, you lean in closer. He gently cups your face and closes the distance between you until your lips finally meet. The kiss is tender and full of warmth, and you're left breathless when you pull away.

He sighs, completely in awe of you.

"Sublime."

#ken x reader #ken imagine #ken barbie #barbie movie #ken fanfic #ken x you #ken x y/n #ryan gosling #barbie fan fic #my writing #i love him your honor 🩷 #therapy is expensive but writing fan fic is free #its not their first kiss (fic for another day? 👀) but every kiss with ken would feel like the first in the BEST possible way

[divorcedfiddleford]

i already know what the story behind the picture is but please explain it anyway we need to educate the masses

oh my god thank you for enabling me ive been thinking about this all day. regarding this post i made yesterday and this classic image (which i actually just found out was posted seven years ago today!)

basically as can be read in the post at BigFest in 2016 somebody had what i believe was a fan-made prop based on the laptop from season 2 of gravity falls. alex hirsch attended this convention and decided to type in the password to the laptop. we never learned the password in the show so lots of people were excited to find out!

a HUGE thing to note here is that journal 3 was still months away from releasing and in fact while a couple pages had been released as promotional material it was still being worked on until, like... gosh i wanna say may is when they finally started printing it? don't quote me on that though my point is that this was all taking place pre-journal 3 and, therefore, many fans were still operating under the (sensible) impression that the laptop which

had been designed by fiddleford

had been built by fiddleford

had fiddleford's name on it

said "PROPERTY OF F" on it (at this point it had been established through promo images that "F" referred to fiddleford)

was assumed to be fiddleford's by, like, four different main characters

was given to and used by fiddleford following s2e7

fiddleford presumably knew the password to

would also belong to fiddleford. right? i mean logically. logically, guys.

so when alex hirsch revealed that the password had been "STANFORD" all along, people thought that was a little bit... well

of course, a couple months later journal 3 would be published and it would say that the laptop had actually been STANFORD'S, not fiddleford's, and that he had made the password his own name. so technically i lied in my earlier post, there IS a heterosexual explanation for this, but imo it's still bullshit. like sorry i don't believe for a fucking second that stanford "i need to encode all of my messages in multiple ciphers and write in invisible ink" pines would ever make a password as simple as his own name. he wouldve picked like something with six different layers of alternate meanings and also put it through atbash at the VERY least. also as i listed above there is a LOT of evidence which would support the laptop belonging to fiddleford, as opposed to ford, which has this random retcon (and like... some of the computer keys are different colors? i guess?? idk that bit was stupid) as its only supporting evidence.

my theory is that, while writing the show, alex and the other writers had intended for the laptop to belong to fiddleford, but for whatever reason, when they were writing the book, they decided to make it ford's instead. i want to make clear that i DON'T think this swap was motivated by homophobia, or as a reaction to seeing people interpret the password in a gay way. by the time that this photo was taken several promotional journal pages had been released, so it's safe to say that even if they were still adding the finishing touches to the book, it was pretty much in its final stage and in fact might have already started printing (i think the first photos we see of the book itself were posted like a week or two after bigfest). so to assume that there's a correlation there is both unfounded and extremely unlikely.

now, the stargazing scene reprint, on the other hand

#long post #gravity falls #fiddauthor #<- why the fuck not. it's midnight no one can judge me #why are you as a man making your computer password the name of the man you live alone in the woods with #sorry anon i doubt think this is what you had in mind when you said “explain it” LMAO #tales of the wild zeep #uhhh a couple other notes #1. i do not know who made the laptop prop at bigfest. i assumed it was a fan but i wasn't there i really don't know #2. i said may is when they started printing the book but i have literally no source for that #it is a guess based on when promotional photos were being posted #3. i say “fiddleford presumably knew the password to [the laptop]” and i just wanted to explain my reasoning there #basically in s2e10 fiddleford says that he “fixed” the laptop and is shown using it #we also see it at the start of the following episode being used to monitor the activity of the portal #now. i am not a computer engineer. i am mediocre with computers at best. #but based on what i have been told. when you are faced with a password screen. there are two ways to proceed #one way is to reset the computer's hard drive entirely‚ to... “erase its memory” if you will #however this would result in one being unable to access any of the information which had previously been stored there #considering that we see fiddleford using the laptop to monitor the portal's activity i believe that its files must have been intact #so we can rule out resetting as an option #the other way to proceed is by. um. knowing the password. and entering it #so THAT'S why i say that he PRESUMABLY knew the password. #now it's entirely possible that he was able to hack into the laptop or something. he is a mechanical genius and he built it after all #i'm just saying that i think it's far more likely that he just. knew the password. #which is honestly really funny and still kind of gay if you believe the whole “the laptop was actually ford's” thing #why are you as a man telling your computer password to the man you live alone in the woods with when you wont even write it in your diary #fucking apologies for this OCEAN of tags. ive done taxes all day im an adult im allowed to infodump about old hyperfixations as a treat

[maleyhae]

STAY PONY

a Ponyboy angst fan fiction

Warning- Angst, Suicide, yelling, cussing, Cannon/uncannon events, cringe, I'm litterly sleep deprived I haven't sleep for 3 days and it's like 2:11 in the damn morning, mention of self harm cuts, attempt(?) , mention of PB&J(Pony x Johnny)

Enjoy?

A few days after all it happened I start to lose myself yeah maybe I had Cherry but it I'm honest she isn't him.

If you don't know what I mean me and boyfriend Johnny Cade ran away because he killed a Soc and there was a fire and we saved the kids sadly only I survived as he died a couple days later.

Funny thing is that night our best friend dally it Dallas Winston committed even though it was by the cops he knew it would get him killed.

My grades have slipping and I started to lose myself to and that's Darry my oldest brother is gonna yell at me but I learn not to run from it not after what happened and knowing it was because I ran out of the house and to him he's dead.

It was another night I've just got home Cherry Valance had wanted to hang out and when I came home that's when I saw an angry Darry.

"Great just fucking great" I've said out loud but not to loud just for me to hear. I then walked in and not even are you okay is anything wrong cause I had also gotten jumped and there was a bruise I got a "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK PONYBOY STAYING OUT TILL 1 IN THE MORNING I TOLD YOU TO COME HOME BECAUSE THEN DAMN GRADES ARE SLIPPING" from him.

"GOD ALRIGHT I'M SORRY I WAS PAY ATTENTION TO THE DAMN TIME DARRY I'M SORRY THAT MY BEST FRIENDS DEATH ARE STILL EFFECTING ME WHICH THEN EFFECTS MY FUCKING GRADES!"

I've snapped that's never happened before I was shocked to usually he'd calm down but something about tonight was different because he had used something hurtful against me.

Johnnys death.

"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR FUCKING VOICE WITH ME GOD DAMMIT PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS!" He yelled against me I don't remember what I said even though soda pop looked shocked which confuses me that I can remember that but not what I said.

But I got a "OR WHAT YOU GONNA RUN AWAY AND GET OF OUR OTHERS FRIENDS KILLED BECAUSE OF YOURSELF LIKE JOHNNY HUH? MAYBE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU JOHNNY AND DALLY WOULD BE HERE FOR FUCKS SAKE!" this wasn't like him he's never done that before and then it happened I started to cry.

Before any of this happened I forgot to say after johnny death my grades start to slip because I thought it was my fault and I had gotten a little suicidal and depressed.

After I realized I was crying I ran into my room and locked it.

'Fuck man everything hurts'I thought to myself.

From my healing scars to my freshly cut ones from yesterday they hurt. My head hurts probably from not eating god dammit. My eyes from all the crying I've been doing since I lost him. To my heart because why did darry say that he would never say that.

Then It came to me that I should just kill myself and maybe he'll be happy. It shouldve been me instead of him oh god Dally why didn't you get him instead of me?

I remember I had a rope for when I would climb into cherry room I could use it and that's what I did.

I climbed up on my chair and tied it on something and my neck and pushed myself out the chair and that's Sodapop and Darry walked it but it was to late I thought.

I saw Johnny god he so beautiful just like the day I left him.

Then I hear Dally and Soda cry and I heard a brief

"Stay pony it's gonna be okay these doctors are gonna safe you."

But thing is Johnny took my hands into his and guided me with and I even got my first kiss.

#maleyhaes angst time #maleyhae fanfictions #johnny cade #the outsiders #ponyboy x johnny #johnny cade angst #ponyboy curtis angst #ponyboy curtis #johnny x ponyboy

[at1nys-blog]

San Valentine

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Rhea Costa (OC)

Summary: Zoro is sure Sanji could help him find the perfect Valentine's gif for Rhea, turns out the cook doesn't really know what she likes or not

A/N: based on an idea while creating my very first op's OC; also this is kinda different from what I am used to write I hope you like it as much as the rest of my ffs; also I’ll put at the end a pic of the dagger because I described it poorly since I never had to describe a weapon before.

Masterlist

Zoro didn't understand how Rhea Costa seemed so comfortable around him, I mean the swordman tried to kill her the first time they met.

Zoro remembered the events of that day as if it was just yesterday:

Shiki's palace on fire, him running to get to the laboratory to take down the enemy. He remembered pretty clearly when he turned the wrong corner and eneded up in the room she was working.

Due to a natural instinct, Rhea Costa jumped out her seat and in a second she threw one of her daggers to the pirate, Zoro dodged but he had to admit her tecnique was pretty impressive.

"Who are you?" Zoro made a note, the girl was the type to act first, ask later. He liked it. The pirate didn't answer, he just looked around to find the doctor of the enemy crew but nothing. "Cat got your tongue? Why are you not answering my question?" she added, tired of the lack of communication, but still…nothing.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the green haired guy, the girl thought it was going to be a waste of time, she had a job to do if she didn't want to get killed for not obbeying.

"Where is the damn lab?" the swordman said, a whisper but Rhea cought it still. Why on eart the ene... OOOOHHHH, probably he was there to kill him.

The Devil Fruit user pondered if she wanted to help him, she didn't knew anything about the intruder, she just knew he had green hair, black eyes and three swords... Wait, three swords? For real?

Curios about the pirate, Rhea decided to follow behind him. She knew she was going to be punished for that but under attack, Shiki could have thought she followed the enemy to try and save her captain, yeah as if.

The man found the doctor, and was engaged in a deep battle that he didn't notice the girl behind him, nor when the three of them ended up in the back yard of the castle due to a blast of wind created by the movements of a pair of wings.

Shit, Rhea thought, the timing was so wrong but all that chaos triggered her devil fruit power and now, she was a fucking white dragon with a pair of wings. Zoro looked at the animal for a moment, then when he noticed a frozen Chopper and Usopp he tried to bring his nakamas back to reality and asked for a little help.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS????" started Usopp, tears flooding down his cheeks. "Is a dragon we are talking about, what am I supposed to do?" the vice-captain scoffed, was it possible for the snipper to be more coward than that? Maybe yes.

"I guess I have to do it myself" he said and was about to slash the animal if Chooper didn't warn him about the enemy trying to escape the conflict, it was an instinct, or so Zoro hoped to be honest.

Rhea, charged her abuser, taking him from the collar of his shirt with her claws and throwing him back in front of the green haired pirate. Another curse word came to mind when the girl felt her power wearing off. She felt way more lighter, no pressure on her spine, meaning the wings were not there anymore.

She was going to hit the floor if it wasn't for a blonde guy in a black suit (Rhea learned later on his name was Sanji) and heart shaped eyes? Rhea questioned if this crew had a normal member or if everyone were as particular as those two, not having left her place as the doctor assistant she couldn’t tell.

The two of them landed next to the compulsive liar and deer, Rhea trying to catch her breath and the the two new presences scared of her.

"Wasn't she beautiful even as a dragon?" said the blonde guy, still heart shaped eyes present on his features. She ignored him, she wanted to see how the battle downstair was going and for what she was able to see the nameless guy had the upper hand.

She was excited, finally someone strong enough to take him down, finally a free pass to run away from her abuser and that stupid crew Shiki had going on.

In the background the devil fruit user could hear, even though just as a whisper, the three guys arguing about something. Rhea didn't care, she was too much into knowing who was going to win.

A hand waved in front of Zoro's face, Rhea Costa had being trying to get his attention for the past five minutes but the second in command was too preoccupied remembering their encounter to notice.

"I swear you are always in your little world. Sanji wanted to talk to you" she added. Zoro didn't move, to focused on how her face tattoo-a symbol of her tribe-looked so sophisticated. The swordman couldn't understand it, they were just some lines and dots all over her face and yet they looked like the most beautiful thing he ever layed eyes on. "Are you listening? Sanji is calling for you, is urgent"

He scoffed, what was so urgent to get him called while resting from his endless training? He thanked her, and walked into the kitchen.

Zoro was met with a smocking Sanji, the man waved away the smoke of the cigarette annoyed of the smell. He didn't mind the cook smoking in his habitat, but is was pretty annoying for him.

"What" one word only, what else was he supposed to say?

"You know we are going to stay here for just three days, right?" okay, the information given to the swordman was not of help, why would he care about how many days they are staying on the island? "and you know that to get to the next one is going to take us, like a couple of weeks, right?" again, what was his point? Zoro couldn't undesrstand it. Black Leg Sanji scoffed, adressing his crew mate as an idiot.

"Ohi, just get to the point. I don't see one yet." he was growing impatiente, what was with Sanji and his beating around the bush? "you know if is not that important, I will be going back to my training" and it was here that Sanji kicked him in the back of the head. "OHI! What was that for?"

"St. Valentine is in 5 days. If you don't get Rhea something here, you are going to be weeks late" nothing, the notion was not getting into Zoro's thick skull at all. St. Valentine? Why would he buy her something? The two crew mates were not a thing and probably never would. "Oh so you got her something already?" the blondie hoped so, because if it wasn't like that Zoro was a total idiot. The most idiotic person the cook ever saw in his life.

"No I didn't and I don't see why I should" Sanji wanted to hit the pirate once more, just one more time to make him understand his point of view.

"So you are telling me, you are not going to give your crush anything for St. Valentine?" The pirate had to rub his face on his palms to keep calm or chaos was going to unleash in seconds. "I really don't understant what she sees in you, dumb marimo." the insult was free, or so Zoro thought. What was wrong in not doing a move on the most romantic day of the year? He really didn't want to do it.

"what if she doesn't feel the same?" it wasn't meant for the cook to hear but Zoro's doubts were now of public domain, shit.

"Ar... I am sorry, did you not understand what I just told you? Oh my god you are so dense." Sanji culdn't stand up no more, he was loosing his balance due to how stupid Zoro was being. "What part of 'I don't understand what she sees in you' do you not understand?" it took the green haired pirate some minutes to connect the dots, and when he did he started to panic.

His mind raced into milion of thoughts. Was he supposed to buy her flowers? No, he knew she couldn'y keep them alive. Maybe a book? Nah, it was just going to be a waste of money and he was already in huge debts with Nami. Chocolates? He remembered she didn't like sweets too much. What was the perfect gift for someone as simple as Rhea?

"Luckily for you, I have some ideas in mind." oh no, that was going to get ugly.

Zoro was right, choosing a present, with Sanji felt like a quest. The two pirates went into all the clothes shops but ended up kicked out of all of them due to the bickering: Sanji was sure that Rhea would love the dress he picked; Zoro wasn't sure. The color was neither her favorite nor a good choice with her skin or hair color.

Moving to the libraries once again the two Mugiwaras argued about getting a book for the girl. Zoro reminded the cook Rhea was not into reading as much as he thought.

"But I always see her reading?" the man was confused, every time he passed by her she had her nose up into a different book.

"She uses Robin's books to fall asleep. How can you not notice?" that was a low blow, how could someone like Roronoa Zoro notice such small details about her and not him? Was this the side effect of love?

"Okay, then what would be a good present for her?" Zoro didn't had to think too hard, it was easy, very easy. "Daggers?"

"Daggers" he repetead, smiling.

Entering the shop, the two pirates went straight to the daggers section: Sanji was searching for something elegant, sophisticated and graceful; Zoro something practical for combat and that she would like.

"this is so nice" Zoro's left eye twiched, it was a nice dagger, but it wasn't right for her. Inspecting the object he just put it back and told Sanji to search better. "a hint of what should I pick?"

"Practical and with her favourite color" a moment of silence. "Blue. Blue is her favorite color"

"I know" Sanji said annoyed.

The blond pirate was grewing frustated, nothing that he picked was a good choice. He started to think Zoro was doing it on purpose but no. Everything was not good enough. Some were the right size but the colors? The worst one he saw on a dagger; if the color got his attention, the size and the shape weren't a fit for Rhea.

"Just pick anything already" the cook said, but Zoro didn't hear him, the verbal information flew over his head when he finally saw it. The perfect dagger was laying under his nose.

"Is this from Alabasta?" it was and he was so happy to know that. His mind went back to the conversation him and Rhea had some days ago, she told him how she really wanted one of those curved daggers from Alabasta, with fancy details and bright gems all over the handler and now he had one in his hands.

The size was perfect for her, it wasn't too small neither too big to look like a katana of his; the blade was lightly curved, he thought it wasn't a bad features, he recalled how she told him she was not used to the ones with a crescent form; the handler was blue and richly composed with gold patterns all over. What got his attention was the head of a tiger at the top of the handler.

"This is perfect" he was sure, 100% sure that was the best choice for a new dagger to gift her. Sanji was still not convinced.

"What does not convince you?" asked Zoro, he was so tired and the only thing he wanted to do was buying the dagger and go back on the Sunny.

"is just...Are you sure?"

"Look, this one has everything, is from Alabasta, is curved, has her favorite color and animal. I am 100% sure is the best choice" wow, Sanji never saw the green haired like this. He was really into Rhea. Sanji took a deep breath and let the friend do as he thought was the best.

The day was finally here but everyone acted as always, I mean it wasn't a big deal since there was not a single couple on the ship, but still, Zoro felt like something was going in the wrong way. He started to think if that was the best option at the market.

"I swear you are always in your little world. Why are you not celebrating with the others?" shit, he had to think of an excuse but nothing came to mind, he wanted to back down. The idea to gift her a dagger from Alabasta at the end sounded so stupid, maybe he had to listen to Sanji for once. "ah before I forget, here a little present. Is nothing special but.." the pirate snatched the box from her hands in a second and he wasted no time and opened it.

He was perplexed, why a blue bandana? He already had one and it was not in need to be replaced yet, so why? What was she thinking while buying it?

"I know, blue is not your color but" she stopped for a second, too embaraced maybe. "is stupid but, I wanted you to have something that reminds you of me, you know in case we are to be separated" he smiled, knowing he had won a little battle against the romantic gestures of Sanji.

Zoro reassured her it wasn't stupid at all, and then handed her a bigger box himself.

"When I saw it I thought it was the per..."

"Oh my god I love it. Thank you Zoro." she hugged him, not thinking if he felt comfortable or not about the physical contact, she was just too happy to realize what was happening. "I am totally gonna use this from now on." she added.

"Glad you liked it." he said and watched her jumping out the kitchen, all happy about the little weapon. Zoro tied the kerchief around Shusui with a proud smile on his face.

She was happy with the blade and he was happy for that.

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[whenihaveyouromione]

When I Have You - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

The house never looked cleaner. Even when they used magic to do the job, Ron had never been more attentive to every speck of dust that existed than he had been that morning. He’d run his wand over the place three times and then used the Muggle duster just to be extra sure. The place practically sparkled. 

In the two days Hermione had spent in the hospital recovering from Rose’s super quick birth, Ron had spent his evenings going over books in preparation for them both coming home. Rose’s bedroom was ready, the house was free of dust that could get into her little nose, and he’d changed the sheets and washed everything so it was comfortable for Hermione. He'd also made sure to scrub the place where the birth occurred again to spare Hermione the memories. 

While she insisted she was okay, Ron knew she was still exhausted — especially because Rose apparently didn’t like to sleep at night. 

Not on the second night anyway. 

When Ron had turned up at the hospital that morning after finishing up his cleaning, he’d found Hermione fast asleep in bed, to which she claimed it was the first time she’d actually managed to sleep since three in the morning.

“I should have stayed,” was all Ron had said, immediately regretting leaving once again and giving into her insistence that he go home. He could have helped. 

But Hermione had merely smiled and said, “It’s too late now.” She had been keen to leave, having her bags packed and out of bed fifteen minutes later. 

Once Hermione was ready, Ron lifted Rose from her bed, cradling his daughter close to his chest. She was thriving, eating well and doing everything a two-day-old baby was expected to do. He’d spent yesterday learning how to change nappies, which Hermione forbade him from using magic for. The baby had slept well (except ‌at night, it seemed) and her eyes were blue and bright and curious. 

She was going to be as clever as Hermione, he decided. 

“Ready?” he asked Hermione. 

Hermione nodded. “More than ready. I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again. Hospital beds really aren’t that comfortable.”

“Agreed. Can’t say I’ve enjoyed my few times lying in one.”

Despite her insistence that she was well, Ron couldn’t help but note Hermione walked slowly towards the lifts. He didn’t mind, because she had just had a baby, and anyway, it gave him more time with Rose. Holding her, he decided, was his new favourite thing. She fit so perfectly into his arms and he simply didn’t want to let her go. He’d spent months waiting for her and now that she was finally here, he wasn’t letting his daughter out of his sight. 

It never occurred to Ron that using the Floo would be unsettling for a baby who was only two days old. But he and Hermione learnt the hard way that maybe they should have taken things a little slower when she coughed, spluttered and then screamed her little lungs out due to the shock of it. 

Hermione all but snatched Rose from his arms, comforting and apologising and rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her. Ron took out his wand and removed the ash from her skin, feeling immensely guilty. 

“Well, that’s a great start to our lives as parents,” Ron said, stowing his wand back in his pocket. “We take her home and the first thing we do is frighten her and she cries.”

“Everything is so new to her,” Hermione said. “It’s all going to scare her.”

Ron watched as Hermione settled Rose, love washing over him. She was already so good at it and it filled him with so much joy. With Hermione around, they were going to be just fine. After a few moments, Rose settled. Hermione smiled at him. Ron smiled back.

“I added a few little touches to her room. Do you want to see?”

“Maybe in a little if that’s alright? I’m not sure I feel up to walking up the stairs just yet.”

“Of course.” Ron guided her to the sofa instead and helped her sit down. Rose wriggled. “Is there anything you need?” he then asked.

Hermione shook her head. “Maybe just bring her bed down here? That way, we can put her down and she can sleep.”

Ron nodded and went upstairs to get the bassinet that was set up in their bedroom. He pulled it back into the living room and set it in the corner, then sat next to Hermione on the sofa. Over her little fright with the Floo Network, Rose had fallen back asleep. 

“She’s pretty good,” he couldn’t help but comment. “I mean, she settles easily.”

“Yeah, during the day.” Hermione smiled. “How are you going to handle your first night with her? Being woken up multiple times? Having to get out of bed…”

“I’ll be alright,” Ron said. 

Hermione scoffed. “Sometimes it takes me five goes to wake you in the morning.”

“Yeah, but she’s cute enough to get me up, I think.” Ron ran his hand over Rose’s head. “I can’t wait for all the days to come with her. I just… love her so much already.”

“Me too,” Hermione said quietly. 

Ron watched her, searching for any sign of distress or memory that might be stirring in her, but Hermione simply watched Rose fondly, her eyes filled with adoration. 

A knock at the door caused them both to jump. Hermione frowned, looking at Ron questioningly.

Ron grimaced. “I think that’s your parents,” he told her.

“What?” Hermione cried. “They’re here?”

“Yeah.” Ron stood up. “It’s harder for them to get here to see us, and now it will be harder for us to see them with a baby. So I thought they should at least have the chance to meet her before she’s introduced to the abundance of Weasleys who’ll terrify her. Won’t that be fun, having all those cousins to grow up with and torture her?”

Hermione smiled. “They’re here?”

“Yeah, but not to stay,” Ron assured her. “They’re not stupid. They don’t want to interfere, they just want to… meet her. That’s all.” Hermione didn’t seem as excited as he thought she might be. “You want me to send them away? They have a hotel for a few nights… they won’t mind.” I don’t think.

“No,” Hermione said. “I just didn’t know. It’s all been a bit of a whirlwind…”

“Which is why I thought your parents being here is better than my family barging their way in and Mum offering unsolicited advice…”

“Maybe you should let them in?” Hermione suggested.

“Yes, right…” As he hurried to the entrance, Ron couldn’t help but wonder if he’d overstepped. He’d thought she’d appreciate family being around her, but her reaction hadn’t been what he’d anticipated.

He flung open the front door. “Hi!” he said, a little too quickly. 

Jane and Robert looked at Ron, alarmed. “Everything okay?” Jane questioned.

“Yes,” Ron said, stepping aside to let them enter. “It’s fine. Crazy, as we’ve just got her home, but everything’s okay. You know I could have brought you here via the Floo. You didn’t have to drive.”

“Oh, no.” Robert laughed, but it wasn’t a cheerful laugh. “It might be quicker, but having everything on the ground is much more enjoyable.”

“Besides,” Jane added, “we’d like to spend a few days here.” She paused, her brows furrowing. “If that’s okay, of course. We certainly aren’t going to intrude on your lives as new parents. But we’re here if you need us.”

Ron beamed, a deep affection for his in-laws flowing through him at that moment. “Want to see her?”

“Of course we do,” Jane said. “We haven’t even seen a photo yet.”

“Yeah, well… I can’t work a Muggle camera too well,” Ron confessed. He indicated the hall down to the living room. 

Although they tried to hide it, Ron sensed their excitement as he followed Hermione’s parents back to where she and Rose were still on the sofa. 

Both Jane and Robert stopped at the entrance, their eyes falling on the small bundle that was their granddaughter. Hermione looked up, giving her parents a tired smile. 

“Hi,” was all she said, but it was enough for Jane and Robert to continue into the room and sit on either side of her. 

“How are you?” Jane asked. “Ron has filled us in on all that happened… it’s been a stressful few days not being able to see you…”

Hermione nodded. “I’m fine. She was just… in a hurry to get here after staying in for three days too long.” She laid Rose along her lap, her bright blue eyes alert and taking in her new surroundings. Ron came to stand nearby, but didn’t interfere. As much as he wanted nothing more than to spend every moment with his daughter, he would have a million more chances to hold her than either of Hermione’s parents would. 

No one spoke for a while, all watching Rose as she darted her eyes backwards and forwards. Ron doubted she actually noticed anyone, but her gaze seemed to linger on Hermione just that little bit longer. 

“Well, she certainly looks like you, Ron,” Robert said. “She’s got your hair at least.”

Ron smiled, but didn’t speak. 

“My dad had red hair, so I suppose it runs on both sides of the family,” Robert continued. 

“Oh, Hermione,” Jane sighed, “she’s so, so beautiful.”

“Do you want to hold her?” Hermione asked.

Jane didn’t need to be asked again. She reached out her arms and Hermione passed Rose over to her grandmother. 

“So, how’s everything going?” Robert asked.

“Well, she’s spent most of her life in the hospital so far,” Hermione said. “Tonight will be the big test. First night in her own bed… in her house…”

Robert’s eyes flicked to the bassinet by the wall. “Is this where you’re planning on keeping her every night?”

“No,” Hermione said, smiling. “She’ll be upstairs with us in our room for the first few months, at least.”

“And then we’ll hopefully convince her to move into her own room,” Ron added. “Though, I’ve heard that can be difficult with some. Dominique is still refusing to go to her own room, and it’s been four years.”

“Which one is Dominique?” Robert questioned. “You have a fair few nieces and nephews. I’ve lost track.”

“My brother Bill, his youngest daughter.”

“Bill’s the oldest, right?”

“Yeah.”

Robert grinned. “You’ll need to map it out for me one day, Ron. Where does Rose fit into it?”

“Eh, somewhere in the middle, I’d imagine. Eventually,” Ron said. “But for the moment, the youngest and the one who’ll get all the attention.” He smiled at the thought, suddenly excited to introduce his daughter to his family. 

“Would be nice to grow up in a large family‌,” Jane said. 

“Chaotic,” Ron replied. “Crazy.”

“Oh, you love it,” Hermione said. “You know you do. And Rose will, too. She’ll have so many cousins to grow up around. So many friends before she even starts school. It’ll be so good for her.”

And so many to compete with, Ron thought, but he didn’t voice that opinion. That had been  something he’d learnt to deal with himself and he hoped Rose wouldn’t feel the same pressure as he had growing up. He wanted only the best for his daughter in all aspects of her life.  

It was something he really liked about Hermione’s family. Everything was always so calm when they were here. He imagined growing up in that household never really felt like a competition.

Hermione’s parents took turns holding Rose. They both seemed completely besotted by her, Jane cooing and Robert doing his best to not show just how pleased he was to have a granddaughter. Ron brought in some snacks and drinks for everyone, and it was one o’clock when they finally decided to head to their hotel. 

“You have our mobile number,” Jane said, giving Hermione a hug. “Just call if you want us over tomorrow, but otherwise we will give the two of you some time with your beautiful daughter.” 

“Thank you,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, if you need to catch up on sleep, give us a call. Will be more than happy to take her for a walk.”

“We’ll be sure to ask,” Hermione said, though, by the sound of her tone, Ron didn’t think that would be the case. He couldn’t blame her. They just needed some time alone to spend with little Rose. 

Hermione showed her parents to the door, Ron trailing slightly behind carrying Rose. When they were gone, she turned back to him, giving him a tired smile. 

“Why don’t you get some rest?” he suggested, looking at the dark circles under her eyes. 

“Oh…” Hermione looked down at Rose, who’d fallen asleep. “I’m not sure…”

“We’ve got this,” Ron assured her. “You did it all the last two nights. Get some rest. We’ll be fine.”

“What if she gets hungry —”

“Then I’ll come and get you.” Ron stepped forward to kiss his wife’s forehead. “What good am I going to be as her dad if you won’t let me share the job?”

He half expected her to argue again, but exhaustion seemed to take over at that moment, and she nodded. “I won’t be too long. Maybe an hour —”

“Take as long as you need. We’ll be fine.”

Taking one last look at them, Hermione made her way slowly up the stairs, turning to look back only twice before disappearing. Ron waited at the bottom until he heard the bedroom door close and then looked down at his daughter.

“Well, Rosie,” he said, “it’s you and me for a bit now. What do you want to do?”

The only response he got was Rose turning her head slightly. 

…

When Hermione came back down, an hour and a half later, Ron had Rose lying on a blanket in the living room. Her eyes sometimes glanced at the rattle he held in front of her, but mostly they darted around the room.

She’d only cried once in the whole time Hermione had been gone, and he’d managed to settle her all on his own, which he felt proud about. 

“Hey,” he said, “you look better.”

“I feel better.” Hermione sat on the sofa. “But I heard her cry…”

“Yeah, just a little. She’s alright, though hungry now, I think. Was just about to come and get you.”

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked.

Ron smiled. “Just playing. She likes this one Harry and Ginny got her.” He picked up a bright orange rattle with the Chudley Cannons emblem on it.

“Does she like it, or is that the only one you’ve shown her?” Hermione asked, smiling.

“She’ll be a Cannon,” Ron said. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Upon hearing Hermione’s laugh, Rose’s face screwed up, and within moments, her cry filled the room. Her head turned towards Hermione, who got off the sofa to pick her up. 

When Rose was settled again, eating, Hermione said, “So you had fun with her?”

“Yes,” Ron said. “She’s perfect. I loved every moment of it.”

That was the absolute truth. The first time he’d been completely alone with his daughter, he’d been worried sick about Hermione. But today, he’d really started to get to know her. She was only a few days old, but every moment with her had taught him something new. He had taken nothing but pleasure in just watching her and falling more and more in love with every passing second. 

He knew now, more than he ever had before, that this really was what he wanted. The feeling was better than he had ever imagined. Rose was better than any daughter he’d concocted in his head. She was everything and more, and he’d do absolutely anything in the world for her.

“I’m glad,” Hermione replied. “You’ve really gotten to know her over two days.”

Ron frowned, unable to determine the nature of Hermione’s comment. Outwardly, it sounded like she was pleased, but the knowledge of how she had spent the first few hours after Rose’s birth hung over him. Part of him even felt guilty for having those extra few hours. But… Hermione had had the nights. 

“I don’t mean that in a bad way, Ron,” Hermione said gently, as if reading his thoughts. “It’s beautiful. You seem to have bonded with her already.”

Ron shrugged, finally dragging himself from the floor and to his feet. “I dunno. There’s still a lot to learn about her. She’s only a few days old." He looked at them, snuggled on the sofa. "It’s getting close to dinner time. Do you want me to get something? Cook something?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Hermione said. “I’m not up for decision-making about food right now.”

Ron laughed. She was usually one to be incredibly picky about the food, planning what they’d eat a week in advance. No doubt after a few weeks and they got into their routine with Rose, it would go back to that. But currently, Hermione was relaxed — and probably very, very tired. 

“Alright, I’ll go and get something in a bit. It’s been a busy few days.” He studied Hermione for a moment.

“What?” Hermione asked.

“What do you mean, what?”

“You’re looking at me funny.”

“I’m just grateful,” Ron said. “Happy. I’m happy we have Rose, but I’m mostly happy that we have Rose together. I like being her dad. I just feel happy.”

Hermione smiled. “Me too. I’m happy we have her.”

It made the wait for her feel so worth it. It was so long ago now when he’d first expressed his desire to have a baby to Hermione behind the Burrow, and she’d promised they could talk about it in a year. Then a year came, and she had agreed, and then everything that had happened between then and finding out they were having Rose. It had hurt then — it still did — but not as much now. Because if none of that had happened, then they wouldn’t have Rose.

Ron sunk back into the sofa, smiling. “I love you,” he said. “I love both of you so, so much.”

Hermione returned his smile. “We love you, too,” she whispered. “Thanks for all you’ve done these past few days. We wouldn’t be here without you.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but Ron accepted the compliment. Hermione had done a far lot more than he had in the past nine months, but she wouldn’t accept this as an argument. 

After a moment of silence, Ron felt Hermione’s head lean against his shoulder. This was the first time the three of them had truly been together without Healers or family around. 

Their first family moment. And Ron couldn’t wait for many more.

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[hoedamn-eron]

zorii

You come to learn that Poe wasn't just for you.

Warnings: Slight AU, but not really. Cheating/infidelity (sorry that Poe is a f*ckboy in this). Angsty. No happy ending. Mentions of drinking games. Word count: 1,096 GN!Reader. Lightly based on Diane by Cam.

Zorii,

I know it’s probably odd that I’m writing this to you, especially when you don’t know who I am. I’m a pilot on your husband’s squad. I’d admired your husband for a long time before we met; he’s an excellent pilot and was a credit to everyone around him. Including you. Believe me, I had no idea you existed, until yesterday, and I feel so awful about what I’m about to tell you.

I promise I didn't know he was your man. I would've noticed a gold wedding band, Zorii. He never claimed to be in a relationship, never mind being married. I was completely unaware of this when we started seeing each other, and I am truly sorry for any pain that I have caused you.

I’m sorry that I have to tell you this, but I'd rather you hate me than not understand. Poe approached me first, a few weeks after I joined Black Squadron. He was good looking and flirty, and I was naïve and looking through rose-tinted glasses, where the Poe Dameron was interested in me, a mere rookie pilot. He could have had anyone, but he wanted me. I was living this life in the Resistance, where I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, and Poe was so willing to help me in my journey.

I am not saying this to make excuses or to justify what I have done. I fell hard for your husband, and I want to make it clear that I never intended to hurt anyone with my relationship with him. I gave him my heart to break, now I know he broke yours first. I never imagined that I would find myself in a situation like this, being the affair partner. I was caught up in the excitement and emotions of a new relationship, and I did not take the time to ask the right questions or investigate Poe’s background.

I am not asking for your forgiveness, as I know that it will take time for you to come to terms with what’s happened. I just wanted to reach out to you and let you know the truth. I hope that in time, we can find a way to move forward and heal from this. You can blame me if it helps.

I want to let you know that I have chosen to end my relationship with your husband. I cannot continue to see someone who has lied to me, and who has caused so much pain, to me and you. I can’t believe I listened to the words that he said, promising me an incredible future and planning our life together, when he had you at home, probably worried sick whether he would be alive or not the next day. How could I be such a fool? All those nights that he's given to me, I wish that I could give them back to you.

I understand that you may have questions about us. I also understand if you do not want to see me at all, or even think about me ever again. Just know that I am so sorry. I truly, really am sorry.

You hold back tears as you place the signed off letter down on Poe’s bedside table before quickly making your way out of there before you lost your confidence. Zorii would see the letter before Poe. He was away on a mission, and you had it on good authority that Zorii was arriving at the base later that night, where she would intend to share this room, and share his bed, because she and Poe were married.

You wondered how Zorii would react to the letter. Would she be angry? Upset? Would she try to hunt you down and kill you on the spot? She doesn’t know who you are, you’d never met, unless someone tells her. Poe might tell her. Or he might deny the whole thing. You’re not sure. You thought you knew him, but obviously not. He lied to you, to her, and you had never felt so betrayed. You think back to the friends you made over the last year, some who chose not to tell you that Poe was married. You’d being seeing each other for nine months…did no-one think you deserved to know the truth? Or were they as clueless as you were?

You wanted to believe that they didn’t know, you really did.

Making your way back into your room, you continued with the packing that you had abandoned to deliver the letter. Your room just didn’t feel like your home anymore, and not because it was almost bare of your things. The memories you’d made here felt like a farce, fake, a part of a dream that your mind had made up.

You deserve better, which is why you made the decision to leave. You’d asked Leia for a transfer, and it was granted that morning. You were leaving first thing, your transport had already arrived to prepare for the journey. You were still going to work for the Resistance, just away from Poe, and the people around you. You needed a fresh start, to do some soul searching, and you couldn’t do that with Black Squadron around you.

Everything hurt. You thought you had found your people. But if this was how those on D’Qar were going to treat their teammates, then it wasn’t an environment you wanted to be in. You will ignore the ache in your chest when you thought of Snap and his bad dad jokes, of Jessika and her dramatic drinking games. You’d even miss C3PO.

You hate to admit it, but you were going to miss Poe. You were going to miss the good times you had, the dates, the late-night talks. He taught you all you knew, the intimate lessons in his X-Wing, the feeling of his hand in yours. Your breath hitches and you feel another wave of tears. Your heart felt heavy with the weight of regret, as you think about the mistakes you made and the things left unsaid. You wonder if things could have been different, if you had only been more aware, more present. Less trusting. Less foolish. Less gullible.

Not anymore. Things were changing, and you could feel it in the air. Something big was about to go down. And you won’t let a little heartbreak from your colleagues stop you from being the best you can be. You did not need anyone.

You would be okay. Far away from D’Qar, and far away from Poe Dameron.

#poe dameron #star wars #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron x gn!reader #poe x gn!reader #cheating #f*ckboy poe #oscar isaac #zorii bliss #zorii x poe #zorii bliss x poe dameron

[corvuserpens]

So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.

I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????

Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!

And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.

Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?

Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.

Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!

#the meg #a crow's rants

[katiesharms]

Your fav T Swift song - hangster

it's not my favorite tswift song, but another anon asked for lover, so for both of you, i present this

lover - taylor swift you'll save all of your dirtiest jokes for me/and at every table, i'll save you a seat

jake never thought he'd be the romantic type. in his limited experience with serious relationships, he's been pragmatic. like he's observing the relationship at a distance, objective when he tries.

with bradley, it's all out the window. there's just something about him, about their relationship. they've known each other for nearly a decade, and still, jake learns something new about his boyfriend every day. yesterday, it's that he thought pepperoni was made from crocodile until he was six. today, it's that he uses the shampoo he uses because his mom showed it to him in high school to help with his curls.

everything is settled and exciting all at once; jake can rest easy on their years of shared history and also feel excited about each new tidbit his learns. he wants it all and more, wants bradley's past and their future, wants to be this close to him forever.

a year in, and it's not enough, not nearly. but jake's fine with it, because he knows they have decades ahead of them. the evidence is everywhere, from the way bradley will snuggle into his side at night and whisper 'i love you,' like it's the first time he's ever said it, to how jake

their housewarming party is small and chaotic, with their friends who aren't deployed piling into their newly purchased condo. they moved in two months ago, but with the holidays and unboxing, they haven't had a chance to get everyone over until deep into january.

"why are your christmas lights still up?" phoenix asks instead of greeting when she says arrives, taking in the multi-colored string running around their windows.

"because we're festive year round," jake smirks. "and it's our house, so no one else gets a say."

phoenix flips him off but otherwise doesn't comment any further.

their friends trickle in slowly, toting various housewarming gifts. almost every single one comments on the lights. everyone finally arrives about an hour after the start, fanboy rolling up sheepishly late. once everyone's in, jake heads to the kitchen to start gathering the food for dinner.

their place is open-concept, or open enough, and jake can hear snippets of conversations and full sentences float to him in the kitchen. halo, phoenix, and payback are conversing about something work-related right on the other side of the half-wall separating jake from the rest of the party, and he can add his two cents in between heating up the buffalo chicken dip.

bradley ambles in a few minutes later, coming up behind jake, flush with his body.

"hey," jake says, tucking into bradley and letting his boyfriend wrap himself around him. normally, jake isn't too into pda, but they're in their own home, so everyone else can deal with it. even if he can hear payback gag at the sight.

"hey," bradley greets back, ghosting his lips over jake's shoulder. his hair brushes against jake's cheek, soft and familiar. "i have a question."

jake raises his eyebrow. there's something about bradley's light tone and flushed face that has him suspicious. "is it important?"

instead of answering, bradley barrels ahead, asking, "why isn't there a pregnant barbie doll?"

jake has a feeling he knows where this is going, but he asks, "why?" anyway.

"because ken came in another box," bradley answers gleefully, smiling against the shell of jake's ear.

jake sputters out a laugh, trying to suppress it before everyone else hears. bradley's funny; jake's always known this about him. but before they started dating, jake never knew just how dirty bradley's sense of humor could be. he loves being let into this side of his boyfriend.

"you're ridiculous," he admonishes, but there's not heat in it. jake turns around in bradley's arms and leans back against the counter, letting bradley box him in by placing his arms on the counter.

"i have no idea what you're talking about," bradley says innocently, loud enough that their guests can hear.

jake rolls his eyes, pinching bradley's side in retaliation.

"i'm gonna go set this out. you coming?" he asks, gesturing towards the dip.

"in a minute," bradley answers, leaning back to give jake the space to maneuver. "i gotta grab some more beers for the hooligans."

"hey!" fanboy protests when he hears, but they both ignore him.

jake puts the food down and plops down in his seat. soon, everyone else is following, making their way towards the table. bob sits down to jake's right, and jake asks him about his day, wanting to catch up with his friend.

out of the corner of his eye, jake spots a hand wrap around the empty seat to his left. looking over, he spots javy pulling the chair out.

"sorry, it's taken," jake says, not sounding sorry at all.

"by who? your imaginary friend?" coyote jokes.

"by me," bradley interjects, finally emerging from the kitchen with both hands full of beers. he bumps coyote out of the way, sliding into the already pulled out chair. "thanks for saving me a seat, babe," bradley says to jake.

"anytime." jake smiles, taking a beer from bradley.

"you are both disgusting. i can't believe i thought getting you together would somehow be better than what it was before." coyote sighs, and swings around the room to pull a fold out chair up to the table.

"big words from someone who will probably be sleeping on our couch," bradley jokes.

"hell no, i'm getting the couch," phoenix butts in. "he can lay on the cushions on the floor.

"generous," javy says.

after that, conversation explodes around the table, overlapping arguments and jokes filling their home with noise. jake takes it all in for a moment, leaning back in his chair. bradley's thrown an arm around it, and jake rests against the familiar weight.

"i love you," bradley says unprompted, quietly so only jake can hear.

jake tilts his head towards bradley. "i love you, too. welcome home."

#hangster #top gun maverick #prompts #shouts to izzy for the dirty joke