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covetyou · 7 months

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sleepless

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: unprotected PIV, creampie, fingering, cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darlin’), mild praise kink, very mild dubcon (sleepy reader), bratty reader, no use of Y/N. word count: 3.5k summary: It’s been days since you last got anything resembling decent sleep. You’re exhausted, but more than that, you’re angry. Every little thing is pissing you off, and you just want to be left the fuck alone. Joel, ever the gentleman, has a solution to your sleeplessness, and your bad mood.

A/N: This was an out of body experience and I don’t know how it happened. Seriously, I stood up out of bed and wondered what the fuck I’d done. I haven’t written a single thing in an entire year (and that was for a funeral), and I have never written smut and don't know what I'm doing. So. Enjoy?

This one is for all of us who get really grouchy when tired. Or hungry. Or if the phase of the moon just isn't right. I see you honeybuns, and so does Joel.

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“What's got your panties in a bunch?”

You were in a shit mood. It was a shitty day, and you were in a shit mood and Joel was not helping.

“Nothing.” You huff out. Totally believable.

Joel runs his tongue over his teeth, eying you. “Okay… You need to go make yourself come or somethin’?”

You slam your mug on the counter, hot tea sloshing over the edges with the force. ”No Joel, I don't need to fucking come.”

It was true. You didn’t. What you needed was to be left the fuck alone with your bad mood and misplaced rage. What you needed even more was to get some goddamn sleep.

“Right.”

“Just fuck off, Joel.” You say. And he does.

An hour later and you still haven’t left the kitchen. You haven’t seen Joel again either - he knew better than to bother you when you were like this. He’d just piss you off more, which hardly seemed fair when he wasn’t the one to piss you off to begin with. You were the one to piss yourself off to begin with. You’d barely gotten more than a full night's sleep across 4 whole days, you were tired as hell, and the sleeplessness-induced irritation was starting to seep into every part of your day. You didn’t want to inflict your bad mood on anyone, but you would if it came to it, just to be left the fuck alone in peace and quiet.

Slamming doors as you tidy away the things you'd used that day, you continue to stomp around the kitchen. It was your mess. You'd used the coffee pot. You'd used a mug, a spoon, a plate. But it still pissed you the fuck off and you were trying to conceal the blind rage that was flowing through you.

You slam yet another door, putting a plate away - why did you use a fucking plate instead of eating over the sink - and suddenly your front is crushed against the counter, a warm, solid mass pushed against your back and strong arms boxing you in either side. Joel. You could hit him. You could fucking hit him. But you don't.

“Fuck off, Joel.” You say through gritted teeth, gripping the counter in front of you.

“When did you last sleep?” He growls in your ear. You feel his warm breath ghost the side of your face. How the fuck did he know. As if it wasn’t obvious.

You don’t answer, and he nudges a shoulder forward, momentarily pushing you more firmly against the counter to get you talking.

“At night.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he sighs. “Which night, smartass.”

You’d taken the opportunity given by the movement of his arm to slip out from where he’d pinned you. You were not in the mood to play this game.

“I don't know.” You sneer at him as you fold your arms over your chest. It may have been childish, but you didn’t care.

“Yeah you do.”

“I said I don’t -”

“Yes. You fuckin’ do.” He was stern now, pointing a finger at you, daring you to be a smartass one more time. “Because I know it sure as fuck weren't last night.”

Busted. “The night before.” Looking away, you busy yourself with folding a dish towel.

“Really.” It’s not a question. Joel cocks an eyebrow at you with a twist of his head.

Shrugging your shoulders, you mumble back to him. “Couple hours.”

“And the night before that?”

“Didn't know you were the fucking Spanish inquisition.”

He cocks an eyebrow. Again.

“A couple fucking hours, Joel. Now fuck off and leave me alone or I swear I'll -”

He grabs you as you’re about to slap the dish towel onto the counter in anger and pulls you forward into his chest. His nose is practically touching yours and his eyes are impossibly dark.

“Shower. Now.” He means it, but you resist, trying to pull from his arms. You're pissed off. Now is not the time for him to be telling you what to do.

“No, I-”

“Get in the fucking shower.”

You can feel your top lip preparing to curl itself into a snarl.

Instead, you turn on your heel and head for the shower.

You’re still damp, wrapped in nothing but a towel, when you exit the bathroom.

“You done?”

Joel is stood there at the foot of the bed, his t-shirt already discarded somewhere in the room. His belt is unbuckled and he’s beginning to unbutton his jeans and pull down the fly. You can’t help but stare. The sleep-deprived rage that’s flowed through you all day feels an awful lot like arousal when your brain is too muddled to know which way is up. And when you’re looking at Joel. Especially when you’re looking at Joel.

You gawk at the hard planes of his body. Broad shoulders, muscle built from years of working on construction sites, and a softness around the edges given to him by the comforts you know he loves so much.

It’s only 6pm. You were now more tired than angry, some of your anger washed away in the shower, somewhere between scrubbing your body and rinsing conditioner from your hair.

You float toward the dresser and open a drawer, planning on readying yourself for bed - you suspect that’s the plan anyway. “Shower and bed” is your usual routine, after all. You distantly register that he’s talking again, but the words don’t compute until he’s twisting your head toward him with a firm finger on your chin.

“No panties. Get on the bed.” He cocks his head toward the plush bed in the middle of the room. You don’t move. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Dropping your towel, you move to the bed. You’re compliant. So tired you’ve given up. So tired, the rage can’t take hold in the same way any more. So tired, you’d do just about anything to get a few hours sleep. The fight in you has all but fucked off. For now.

Your limbs feel like lead as you pull yourself onto the comforter and fall back somewhere toward the center of the mattress. You’re too tired for grace right now. You just need to sleep. If only you could fucking sleep.

There’s a rustle of discarded jeans, and a moment later, the mattress is shifting under Joel’s weight and the heat of him radiates up you as he shifts his body on top of yours. At some point your knees were knocked apart and his own had settled between them, but you don’t remember exactly how. All you're focused on is the heat of him.

A large hand ghosts over your hip, down the soft swell of your thigh and between your legs. He starts stroking gently at the soft skin of your inner thighs. Moving up, and up, and up, he switches sides just before meeting the apex of your legs and moves to give your other thigh attention.

You don’t know if you’ve been breathing, but you’re not dead yet so you must have remembered at some point. All you know is you’re somehow sensitive and numb in equal measure - feeling everything so harshly, but so distantly.

Soft kisses are being pressed to you - your neck, jaw, temples, chest. Up and down, just like his hands. The movement of him could send you off, but the heat above of him is burning through you too much for you to be lulled to sleep.

Swapping from side to side, he caresses your soft flesh until he’s so impossibly close to your center yet not close enough to be touching. A soft sweep of his hand over your cunt, and you’re pulled from your daze with a jolt.

“Joel, I said I don't want to come.” You try to be firm, gripping his arm and lightly tugging, but you don’t want to be. You do want to come. You’re tired, you didn’t want it before, and you’re being stubborn because fuck you always are, but now that he’s here - now that he’s there - you want it.

“I ain't makin’ you come. I'm gettin’ this pussy wet so I can fuck it.” He says it so matter of factly you could headbutt him.

Instead, your mouth falls into an o-shape and you stare at him. Your grip on his arm weakens, partly with your resolve, and partly with exhaustion.

“I -”

“Shut up.”

“But I -”

The firm fingers that were caressing your thighs so softly a moment ago are suddenly gripping your chin hard, and your eyes snap directly to his. “I said shut the fuck up.” He lands a gentle peck on your lips before releasing you, trailing his hand back down the contours of your body. His nose brushes up and down the side of your neck and jaw, occasional soft kisses being pressed to the sensitive skin there as he breathes you in.

You are floating.

His fingers meet your folds again, relentlessly teasing and stroking the softness of your labia, a flare of something coursing through you that stokes a fire no longer built of rage, but arousal.

Joel looks down the stretch of your body as he feels at your entrance, parting you with two fingers. Teasing, he swirls his finger tip just outside of you, collecting the veritable oil slick you'd generated in the last few minutes of his careful teasing.

“There we go. We got there, huh?” He almost sounds condescending and you want to slap off the smug look you know is on his face.

“Now. Here's what we're gonna do.” He murmurs into your ear as he still teases around your cunt, dipping a little further in but never down to a knuckle.

“You're goin’ to shut the fuck up and take what I give you. Then you're goin’ to go the fuck to sleep whether you like it or not.”

He pulls his finger from your cunt, and before you have a chance to protest the loss of sensation or his instruction, he’s slipping the slicked finger between your lips. Your brain stutters to a halt and all you can do is gently suckle on his digit, tasting the sweetness of your own pussy.

“That taste good?” He strokes your hair, your face, and a soft whine escapes you. “Yeah I know it does baby.”

He brushes your hair back as he takes his finger from your mouth and puts it into his own, tasting the remnants of you. You stare at him, dumb from sleep, dumb from the wetness you know must be dripping out of you.

“I know.” He coos as he sits back on his haunches. His heat is so far away now, and you almost whine again until you feel him notch at your entrance. Your eyes widen. “I know.” He pushes in the weeping tip of his cock - you don’t know how long he’s been hard but you can feel it- and slides in with a gentle thrust. Rocking his hips, you take more and more of him until he slides home and pushes his hips until they’re flush with yours.

You are so impossibly full, stretched without much warning, and your mind so deliciously blank that breathing has to become a conscious effort.

He pulls out slightly, giving you room to breathe, before pushing back in, deeper than before. “That's it. You take it. You're getting your medicine now, huh? I'm goin’ to come in this pussy and you're goin’ to go the fuck to sleep. Ain't ya? Huh? Answer me sweetheart.”

Practically going cross-eyed with the effort, you look him in the eyes. “Mhm.”

“Good. There's a good girl. Just take it and then you'll sleep. You been needin’ this. Too damn pissy for your own good to be able to ask for what you need.”

He’s fucking into you so deep, so gently that you can do nothing but quietly gasp with each rock of his hips into yours.

“Once you get some come in your pussy that'll send you right to sleep.” He’s right. You know he’s right and it’s all you want. You need it, but words are lost to you so you nod your head softly, before letting out a deep moan. He’s pushed himself even deeper and he’s holding there for a moment before releasing. He repeats the action a few times, and your moans get higher and higher pitched.

“I'm goin’ to get it nice and deep, just how you like it. This is where you need it, ain't it?” He pushes low on your stomach. He’s always been big, but like this he feels even bigger. You let out a whine. If you had the energy to sustain your rage and be fucked, you'd be furious at your own pathetic noises, but you were so past any of it.

“Yeah.” Too sleepy and too cockdumb, it’s the first word you’ve been able to utter for what feels like an hour.

“Oh, baby, I know, you're so tired.” He tuts and picks up the pace of his movements, his solid length slowly drawing out of your messy cunt before punching back in.

Maybe if you were even more tired, the smooth, rhythmic movement of his hips slapping against yours would let you drift off to sleep, but it has the opposite effect. You can’t possibly sleep now. You need him, you need more. He’s everywhere but not everywhere enough and your arousal pools and drips down from your needy hole, down the crevasse of your ass and onto the bed below.

Words are gone again, so you whine, high pitched and needy.

“You're taking your medicine so good baby. So good.” His words shoot right fucking through you. You could come. Oh fuck, you want to come. But you don’t know the words anymore - you don’t know any words.

So you whine again.

“Oh, it's okay, it's okay.” He shushes you, kissing your temple. “I know what you need.”

He doesn't tease. He simply brushes a hand down between your legs, never breaking the rhythm of his cock thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt. He splays his fingers around your pussy for a second, feeling his length as it slides in and out of you, collecting your wetness in the process.

Those same fingers trail up and find their place on your neglected clit, circling lightly.

He searches your face, waiting for the connection of his fingertips with your clit to register in your eyes. There it is.

“That's it, huh? That right there.” He adds a firmer pressure to his fingertips as he swirls them around your slicked clit. Your eyes have glossed over and you let out a keening whine at his ministrations, your pussy already twitching around him.

“Thank you. Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper, but it’s words, so you’ll take it.

“Oh now she's polite, huh. Gettin’ what she needs and suddenly she remembers her manners.” He teases. Asshole.

He was so good at this. All of it. He knew the exact buttons to push, the exact way to get you wet, the words to say, the way to be. If you wanted it hard he'd give it hard, if you wanted it gentle he'd give it gentle. And this, some delicious no-man's land in-between where his movements were gentle but his words were somewhat harsh, was sending you over the edge.

The rhythm of his fingers and cock is so in sync, so perfect, that you feel your whole body begin to quake as the beginning of your orgasm flares through you.

“Oh that's it, you fucking come. You come. Didn't even know you needed it huh. Don't even know your own pussy like I do, baby. You needed all this. Needed my cock in you, feelin’ so good, needed to come around me.”

Your walls flutter around his rock solid length, gripping him, and your legs clench, trying to snap shut but unable with the press of his body between your thighs. Your orgasm washes over you, briefly blinding you and you feel Joel’s fingers and thrusts speed up, fucking you through it and rocking you back and forth as your mouth opens in a silent scream.

One ragged intake of breath later and you go limp against the mattress. Joel stills, removing his fingers from your oversensitive clit, stroking at your arm and making you twitch.

He nuzzles his nose into you and gives a deep press into you with his hips. You gasp and open your eyes. His face is softer now - no condescending wrinkle of his raised brows, no smirk.

“You gonna play stupid next time? Huh?” He softly traces a finger over your chin and mouth.

“No.” You try not to pout at him, you really do. You’re not sure you succeed.

“You gonna ask for what you need when you need it?” His finger moves to trace over your nose, your forehead.

You nod, soaking in the feeling of his hands, acutely aware of his cock still impaling you so deeply. “Mm.”

“Good. Good girl.” He mumbles into your mouth, kissing you, licking at the seam of your lips.

With a sudden movement he pulls out and snaps his hips forward, swallowing your gasp with his mouth.

You’re fucked out and exhausted, but he’s not finished.

“You're gonna take this come now.” He practically whispers it, and you want to scream with how it reignites every nerve ending in your body to his touch. “I'm gonna come in this pussy and then we're getting those panties on you.” His head ticks over to the dresser, where the drawer still lies open from earlier. Oh. You’d forgotten about that.

“Then, you're goin’ the fuck to sleep.”

“Mm.” You nod weakly. You'll do anything. Anything he says.

“We'll deal with the messy panties when you wake up, sweetheart. See how much of a mess I make in you.”

His movements barely speed up, barely get harder, but you know he's close. He’s been close for a while - he likes it when you fight but he likes it when you’re feeble too.

"Yeah. Ohhhh - fuck - yeah." He doesn't stop moving, fucking you in the same steady rhythm as he empties himself deep into your cunt, thick ropes of come filling you and making you feel even more impossibly warm and wet as it leaks out of you already, still stuffed full of Joel's cock.

"Fuck. There we go.” He says with a sigh, stroking your shoulder and kissing your neck. “There we go baby.”

His cock twitches as it starts to soften, but he holds it, and his come, inside of you for a moment until it’s an impossible task.

You’re delirious from the orgasm, from the constant rhythm of Joel’s fucking setting a metronome up in your body, and from so little sleep.

A deep kiss is pressed to your lips, you try to catch it and return the pressure, but your reflexes are so slow that he’s away and sliding out of you before you can even register what’s happening. Another stroke of your shoulder and his weight is suddenly off of you completely.

You could float away without him there to tether you down.

Distantly, you hear the slide of a drawer in the dresser. You're dozing when he slides one foot then another into the legs of your panties, before pulling them up your legs to your knees. Fingertips ghost up your legs, and meet at your dripping core. He looks at the mess made of your pussy, clicks his tongue, and he fingers some of the escaped come back into you with two thick fingers.

“Up.” His voice gruff with post-orgasm relaxation and his fingers still gently moving inside of you. You lift your hips, probably barely, but it's the most you can give right now. Joel shimmies them up the rest of the way with one hand, and pulls his fingers from inside you once they're settled in place.

He rubs the soaked seat of your clean panties. "We'll keep that right there, right where you need it.”

"Mm." You nod, barely seeing him now through the haze of your sleepiness and that post-fuck haze. He was right. You did need it. He was always right.

Another soft kiss is pressed to your temple, and you feel a soft caress across your arms, shoulders, neck, face.

Just as you register the cold you feel without him on top of you, you feel the weight of a soft blanket fall over you. Your eyes are impossibly heavy now, but you realize you haven’t been seeing anything for a while anyway. You almost don’t recall ever being angry - your frustration from the day flipped into arousal so quickly, and melted away with the waning of your orgasm.

“Sleep.” His voice is so deep and so inviting. Your body so relaxed and ready to give in to him, give in to sleep.

You’d been chasing sleep for weeks, only for it to evade you. Being given dregs of what your body would let you have. But this time, for the first time in weeks, you don’t let your eyes fall closed, you close them. You don’t let sleep take you, you take hold of it.

“Sweet dreams, darlin’.” And you’re gone.

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jayden-killer · 10 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA HEADCANONS.

Warning: much angst. Because I love angst. >:))

A/N: Also, apologies for disappearing like a ghost, university has kept me very busy, I even barely opened Tumblr! But I've seen all of your notifications, and I'm so glad people find my stories pleasant! This warmed my heart. ❤️

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▪︎ Miguel would probably replay Gabriella's favourite songs. Like this, he would feel much closer to her, even though she's not with him anymore...

▪︎He has the bad habit to overthink. Miguel has to make sure the Multiverse doesn't collapse, so he has lots of thoughts in his head, so many that they would keep him awake at night.

▪︎ Due to overthinking, he rarely gets decent nights of sleep. Probably 4 or 5 hours of sleep if he's lucky. Give him some sleep, man's tired :((

▪︎ He likes going on long walks/runs. Keep his mind occupied. Bonus if he listens to music while doing that!

▪︎He curses at loud to himself in Spanish if somethings doesn't go as he planned.

▪︎ He would think about Gabriella's quinceñera. He imagines her dress, their little father-daughter dance, the tears they would share. Tears of happiness. Instead, he has to cry tears of sadness.

▪︎ This may be canon, but I personally think Miguel has got PSTD.

▪︎ Angry issues. We've seen what he did while Miles was about to go to Earth-42.

▪︎ HE WOULD LISTEN TO DEFTONES, COME ON. Or Billy Joel.

▪︎ Or he would also listen to Manuel Bonilla.

▪︎ He sweats a lot in summer, so he has to shower many times in the day.

▪︎ His favourite film would probably be 《Barbie as Rapunzel》. Because it was Gabriella' favourite back then. Crying rn.😭

▪︎ As a teenager, he got bullied for his high intelligence. People used to be jealous of him.

▪︎He wishes he would have died instead of Gabriella. "It should have been me". He would have given his own life, if that meant to save his daughter.

▪︎ He played sports! I imagine him practising Judo, volleyball, or even swimming.

▪︎ He awalys, and I mean ALWAYS went to Gabriella's soccer plays. He would always cheer her. He even wore once a t shirt saying, "Number one Gabriella O'Hara fan!".

▪︎ THIS WAS SO SAD TO WRITE IM SORRY.😭😭😭

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rrothh · 8 months

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sick

You saw him on a radio show broadcast looking tired and sick. You're worried.

genre: comfort + fluff + angst (just a little bit). pairing: changkyun x !gen reader warnings: it's based on a real radio show appearance back in 2021. not proofread.

You hear him cough even before opening the door of the small apartment, you hear him come in dragging his feet while holding a sneeze, you hear him remove his winter jacket, his sneakers and the bag he carry on him as if everything weighed a thousand pounds, dropping the stuff on the floor carelessly, you hear him sigh, a really tired sigh.

It's almost 4 in the morning.

Before even thinking to announce that he is back, you greet him relieved that he was able to return home to rest for a few hours before having to go back to fulfill that tight schedule that his job entails. Between those late late dance practices, the endless shows and presentations, the stages and the unhealthy diet you are very aware that comebacks can be brutal.

"I saw you on the radio show this morning ... I sent a very angry message to your manager" you confess without shame. You see how his face lightens despite those deep dark circles on his face and although he hides behind those long fringes, you see how his features soften and he smiles a little.

"No wonder why he was so tense and nervous”.

Your features also soften and you come close to give him a hug, one he doesn't deny, he hides his face in the crook of your neck and you can feel the coldness of his body temperature, as if he hadn't just taken off a padded jacket a few moments ago. You gently rub his back and run your hand through his straight hair while you feel him embrace you in his arms a little more... suddenly you feel him abruptly pull away, almost as if you had burned him.

“Wait, I'm very sick, I don't want you to get si-..."

“Oh shut up, I don’t care” you see how he opens his mouth to reply but instead a sneeze came out and now he has no choice but to surrender.

"I know it's 4 in the morning but I did dakjuk, I think it’ll help you feel better and then you could take a bath but I don't know how long you are staying here, actually I don't know if it's better if you go straight to bed and sleep for more hours" ideas pile up in your mouth as you head to the kitchen followed by the sound of him dragging his feet, you hear him laugh almost like a sigh.

"They gave me half a day, something like that”.

You sigh in pure frustration, half a day is no time to recover from a flu this strong, the memory of him leaning his forehead on the radio show microphone crosses your mind, you were going to turn around to complain about everything when you feel him hugging you from behind and now resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"You shouldn't have cooked anything" he tells you in a muffled voice, his mouth pressed against your shoulder. Finally, you let yourself go and grab his hand with which he is holding you firmly by the waist. He looks so tired, you understand that the last thing you’d want if you were on his shoes is to hear complaints, no matter how right they are.

“I’m sorry for complaining so much, it’s just… I was really worried when I saw you like that in the morning, I'm happy that you’re here to rest a little” your voice is almost inaudible, but you don't let go of his hand and he doesn't break his hold.

"I love you".

You smile and close your eyes, the sound of the kettle with boiling water starts to fill the room.

"I love you too, Changkyun".

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well hello! this is just a repost of the one I made back in 2021 I just happen to finally open a new account just for... writing... i guess?? (more like to reblog things honestly) anyways, hope you don't minddd.

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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Now that I've had a few hours of sleep and am marginally a human being again, let's talk about the mario movie some more! SPOILERS ALL THROUGHOUT THIS POST UNDER THE CUT (if you want to see my non-spoilery thoughts and the first part of my spoiler talk as well, here's that post from last night! Be warned that it's pretty all over the place because it was 4:30 in the morning and I was really tired lolol)

After thinking about it more, I truly do have some PROBLEMS with this movie (will talk more about some of that below and I covered a lot of the issues in my first post too) and I do wish it was better overall and not so painfully surface-level with all the character interactions - I can understand why some people REALLY don't like it while others love it! It's joyful and energetic and BEAUTIFUL but if you spent months and months theorizing and speculating about deep character interactions and a very emotional story, it does really sting to finally see how there is virtually NONE of that and the plot feels kinda empty as a result. :(

But! I'm definitely not upset or anything like that, and I'm still gonna see it two more times in theaters with a smile on my face! TRUTHFULLY (and if you've seen my blog before, you know this about me) what I cared about most in this movie was getting to see Mario and Luigi be adorable onscreen and have a good, healthy, loving relationship, and you do get that to some degree, even if it's nowhere near enough. I can make my peace (and write a lot of fanfic, LOL) regarding the rest. :)

Here is a list of moments between Mario & Luigi that made me happy:

FIRST OF ALL, SOMETHING THAT I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE I LIKED BUT WAS CERTAINLY A CHOICE: Mario's nickname for Luigi is Lu????? He calls him that 3-4 times and at big moments, too. It started to be cute to me, even if I wish they'd gone with "Weegie" or something similar, but it's a little jarring at the beginning for sure.

In general, they are just very physically affectionate with each other! There are one or two quick hugs in the beginning scenes before we even get to the reunion. Also, I can't remember the specifics but the very last scene is them basically teasing/poking each other before running off into the day together and it's cute. :)

Mario is SO protective of Luigi in the Brooklyn scenes and let me tell you, as someone who cares DEEPLY about that, i was LIVING. He gets mad at Spike and tries to pick a fight only when he insults Luigi, and there is also a silly scene with an angry dog and Mario just instinctively puts his arm up in front of Luigi when things get a little scary/focuses on making sure he doesn't get hurt, and I was just having the BEST time. Honestly, I loved the Brooklyn stuff so much that I sincerely wanted the whole movie to just be about that, and things took a downhill turn for sure when the separation happened. :(

Someone definitely predicted this before the movie but Mario hates mushrooms as a food and Luigi likes them. During a dinner scene, Mario is slyly separating mushrooms from his food and putting them onto Luigi's plate in a way that suggests he's done that a LOT. Such a quick shot but I just liked the detail!

THE RUNNING THROUGH THE CONSTRUCTION SITE AND MARIO DOING RIDICULOUS PARKOUR BUT ALSO STOPPING TWICE TO MAKE SURE TO TURN BACK AND OPEN THE GATES SO LUIGI COULD COME THROUGH NORMALLY. There was just something SO funny and sweet about [crazy jumping and leaping] [quiet, thoughtful pause to open the gate] [MORE CRAZY JUMPING AND LEAPING, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING, SIR] [another quiet, thoughtful pause to open the 2nd gate], I loveeeeee

Once again, just gotta be obnoxious about being right that the dialogue in the warp zone was "nothing can hurt us as long as we're together!" I HEARD THE LINE AS THIS IN THAT PREVIEW FOOTAGE AND EVERYONE CONVINCED ME IT WAS DIFFERENT BUT LOOK WHO'S LAUGHING NOW (i'm sorry, just let me have this win haha)

There is a sad moment where Mario and Luigi's dad clearly doesn't believe in their business and he even says to Mario something like "the worst part is that you're dragging your brother down with you" which is clearly upsetting to Mario so he leaves the dinner table - but then Luigi leaves the table too to come and sit with him and reassures him that he's not dragging him down and it's just a sweet, comfortable moment between them that I very much wish went on a little longer (the theme of the whole movie lol)

(Also, Mario and Luigi still live with their parents and share a room, they're clearly pretty young and are treated like the "babies" of the family. I wish we had seen more of their room other than a very extremely brief shots!!)

Luigi DOES immediately sell out Mario when Bowser goes for the serious mustache damage, LOL, but the way it's done is honestly so cute and once again, just reemphasizes how much Luigi loves Mario XD He's basically like "YES, I know him, he's my brother Mario and he's the best guy ever!" (And then Bowser, who is preoccupied with Mario = romantic rival for Peach's affections, is like "would a princess find him attractive???" and Luigi is like "if she has any common sense, she should!" (lol, that line could be TOTALLY wrong, I don't remember, but that's the gist of it, I promise) or something like that - just hyping Mario up when he's not even there, LOL

in Mario and DK's "darkest moment" scene where things seem hopeless and they're arguing, Mario says something like "well, at least your brother's not going to die because of you!" and noooo, bb, it's not your fault ;; (this scene could have been done SO MUCH BETTER with a few tweaks, btw, but I will get into that)

Luigi bringing coffee for Mario at the end of the movie in their respective cups :) :) :) So simple but I am a very simple person who just wanted to see little moments like this :) :) :)

I have GRIPES with the final battle scene but seeing Mario and Luigi work together and take care of Bowser as a duo was still good!!! Nothing can hurt them when they're together!!!

Also, already talked about this at length in my first post, but one more time: Mario saving Luigi from falling into the lava and their reunion hug is just my favorite moment of the movie, no contest, it goes by so fast and I wish it was longer but I can be happy with that alone and I can't wait for the screenshots/gifsets where I can see all the details of it more clearly and don't have to rely on my awful memory. Literally just going to think about that split-second of Mario holding Luigi's face with both hands in an unbearably sweet, gentle way forever. These brothers love each other very much, your honor ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ALSO ALMOST FORGOT: FLASHBACK TO THEM BEING BABIES (AND THEY LOOK SO FAITHFUL TO THE ORIGINAL DESIGNS TOO!) AND MARIO PROTECTING LUIGI FROM A BULLY (lol I very much wish it was a longer and/or more creative flashback, but STILL sweet)

AND NOW THAT I AM DONE WITH BEING POSITIVE ABOUT MY FAVORITE BOYS, LET'S ~*~COMPLAIN~*~

First of all, still CANNOT BELIEVE that "I'm not afraid! I'll do anything for my brother" didn't make it into the movie, are you SERIOUS, it would have been perfect in SO MANY PARTS, they recorded it and everything, why???? IS THERE A DELETED SCENE??? ARE THERE SEVERAL DELETED SCENES??? I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR THAT PERFECT LINE, I WILL MOURN IT FOREVER

The editing in general is a little odd sometimes and it really DOES feel like a lot of scenes should be there that are missing. Another VERY weird cut is in the scene where Peach, Toad, and Mario are crossing the bridge with the Cheep-Cheeps and they just immediately cut the scene when one latches onto Mario's face and don't even include the cute stuff from the trailer with Peach trying to help him??? Like, WHY???? WHY DID THOSE FEW SECONDS NEED TO BE CUT??? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

I think one of the most painful things about this movie is that, as a writer/creative person, I can see SO many small opportunities throughout the movie where a couple of extra minutes and some tweaks in the writing would have made SO much difference. An unbelievable amount of difference! The overall structure of the story and the plot is good! The story of Mario wanting to reunite with his brother and Peach wanting to protect her kingdom (that took her in and cared for her when she was all alone in the world) is solid! But they never give the EMOTIONS surrounding these things ANY space to breathe beyond one line here or there, and that is SUCH a mistake and I can't believe no one thought to do something differently here.

FOR INSTANCE: The "darkest moment" scene with DK and Mario! It goes by so fast, but there is some good stuff there that, if the movie took a MOMENT and really let their pain/fear for their loved ones and their shared complex of unsupportive fathers BREATHE, would work SO MUCH BETTER. Like, I can easily imagine a rewritten version of that scene with very similar dialogue but just MORE of it (more pauses, more emotion, more reactions to one another's problems, more recognition of their similarities, etc) would have made it like a DAGGER in the heart. SUCH a missed opportunity. I am itching to rewrite it, LOL. (I am itching to rewrite a LOT of scenes!)

ALSO: Luigi is my LOVE and he is adorable throughout this, but I'm gonna be the first to admit that his scrap of an arc in this movie (if you can even call it that) is so lackluster and his heroic moment at the end genuinely doesn't feel that earned! AND ONCE AGAIN, WITH A LITTLE EXTRA WRITING/ROOM IN THE RUNTIME, IT'S A VERY SOLVABLE PROBLEM

And the solution is: build out the prison scenes and have Luigi actually talking to someone else who is locked up!!!!! Other than a couple of lines and jokes, the prisoners don't TALK TO EACH OTHER and Luigi just spends a lot of time looking sad. We don't get ANYTHING about his thought processes while he's captured other than he is thinking of Mario and hoping his brother comes to save him like he's always done.

WHEN CRANKY KONG AND THE OTHER KONGS SHOW UP, HAVE THEM SHARE INFO ABOUT MARIO'S APPARENT DEMISE WITH LUIGI!!! HAVE LUIGI TALK TO HIM (OR THE PENGUIN KING, OR SOMEONE) ABOUT HOW HIS BROTHER'S ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR HIM BUT MAYBE SOMETIMES, HIS BROTHER MIGHT NEED SOME SUPPORT TOO AND HE'S GOTTA BE STRONG FOR HIM TOO

It doesn't have to be a long or especially deep conversation, but some lines of dialogue like this would make that moment where Luigi realizes that Mario is right, nothing CAN hurt them if they're together and he's gotta be strong for his older brother too and he jumps in to protect him from Bowser hit SO much harder. That's all it would take!!!

I HAVE ACTUAL WORK TO DO TODAY AND CANNOT GO ON AND ON ABOUT THE MARIO MOVIE FOREVER BUT LAST THOUGHT FOR NOW: the more I think about the final battle, the more I'm conflicted, haha. The twist of everyone from the Mushroom Kingdom ending up in Brooklyn is definitely SHOCKING in the moment and pretty creative but I don't know, I had my heart set on a more classic version of Mario VS Bowser. It just doesn't hit as hard as it could in the end because of how silly the setting is. :( (But the Mario and Luigi teamup with the power star is great, and the music IS fire) (Also LOL at myself for thinking "Luigi won't fight at the end, that wouldn't make sense since Mario had to train" - he just knows how to fight, the movie goes with what's cool over what's logical and that's fair XD)

Also, the end of the movie is a tad confusing and has some pretty huge repercussions for this version of canon? ARE THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM AND THE REAL WORLD PERMANENTLY MERGED TOGETHER BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED??? That's definitely what it seems to imply with Mario and Luigi waking up in their Brooklyn room and then walking out straight into the Mushroom Kingdom! It's pretty bizarre! (Honestly, what I was expecting was that the Bill would destroy the warp pipes and Mario and Luigi wouldn't be able to go home, which I might have preferred, as sad as that would be.)

That's all I got for now! I'm sure I will have more thoughts in the future, haha.

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #would love to hear your thoughts if you agree/disagree with anything i said!#it really is wild to see such STRONG reactions on either side of the spectrum #seeing a LOT of positive feedback and then a LOT of people who are MAD and yeah. i honestly get both sides. i am both of you lol #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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HI! I know your requests are closed now, but 3-4 days ago I sent a request for a fic of sub Doppo who accidentally drank an aphrodisiac, with a fem reader, and I'm not sure if you received my request 😭💔 OBVIOUSLY NO PRESSURE feel free to ignore it, I understand that you have more requests than mine. LOVE U ♥️

Sub!Doppo accidentally drank an aphrodisiac + fem! s/o

I'M SO SORRYYYY but I didn't receive your request the first time.. Idk if Tumblr eated your ask or it's just lagged cause I received too many requests in a short amount of time.. Anyways, I'm glad you sent it again cause sub!Doppo is my beloved forever!! <3

femreader, domreader, begging, mention of pegging, masturbation (giving);; 1514 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

Your relationship with Doppo was a surprisingly diverse experience, as there were things you didn't expect from your poor tired salaryman.

Of course it was written all over his face, that he's such a pathetic, needy bottom, that needs to be taken care of. And you absolutely loved to provide him with some good stress relief in late evenings, tensed up his whole body just to let him feel the best climaxes after.

For the first few times you were really gentle, treating him like a fragile porcelain doll, as you don't want to scare Doppo but slowly lure in this world of pleasure. He was a virgin when meets you, after all, and you were the one to open his eyes to the idea of pegging.

But very soon he was the one to show you something new and interesting…

Of course, as you have dated him for some time already, you do know about his bad habit of humiliating himself, yet you never thought there's another level of this chaos in him. And one day Doppo finally show his 'berserk' mode, coming home so angry, so wild, so full of emotions, not begging but ordering you to fucked the shit out of him. Long, rough night as you get to know this new, more passionate, insatiable side of your boyfriend.. And of course you were ready to take as many benefits from this as you can.

Now you start to spice up your intimate life a little bit more, trying new things with him. Always wanting to surprise Doppo a little, you hide all new toys and tools before sinful nights, yet this time it looks like you failed to keep your new purchase as a secret..

"S/o…" - you turn to the door, confused with how weak his voice was, just to see your boyfriend standing here, leaning against the door frame with all his weight.

It was not a rare occasion when he got home absolutely drained after work, sobbing and almost sleep walking, yet it was already a late evening, you both had dinner together an hour ago and he was looking pretty fine all this time.. Just what happened..?

"Doppo?" - slight worried sound in your voice as you quickly get closer, touching his warm, sweaty face. - "Are you feeling sick?"

But all his response was a trembling sigh as he leaned closer to your arm, enjoying your soft touch.. too much. Few small sobs burst from his lips when you take your hand away, and his hazy eyes meet yours. Such a needy, longing expression in the blueness of his desperate gaze, Doppo almost begging you with his whole face to understand what's going on, as it was so embarrassing to say out loud.

"Can you talk..?" - you furrowed brows in confusion, touching his shoulders in an attempt to shake him a little, yet the way he mewl again started to lead your mind into the right direction to realization. - "Doppo, dear.. Are you aroused?"

With an ashamed sob your boyfriend nodded, getting closer and clinging to you, in an awkward hug as it seemed his legs were too weak now. Despite the fact that he was looking suspiciously frailer than usual, you can't help but smirk, hand quickly running on his body, tickling stomach through fabric of his home T-shirt, before pressing to this pretty hard bulge in his pants.

"Ah, my poor boy.." - you coo in his ear, enjoying how quickly Doppo melted, as he let out another trembling whimper, grabbing your waist. - "Yet you didn't seem to be so in need even twenty minutes ago.."

"I'm sorry.." - his usual phrase makes you chuckle. - "I.. ah, I don't know.. I drink s-something, and.. Ahh, sorry.."

He fell silent, too busy with pressing his hips to your hand, practically humping it in some irregular, chaotic pace, quickly turning into even more trembling mess he already was.

"You drink something..?" - you mumble, pulling your hand away just to hear his disappointed moans as he holds you even closer, too desperate to at least a little friction between his thighs.

"I just.. I was really thirsty a-and didn't notice what I took in my arm, and.." - his voice drops to whisper as he whines, pressing his twitching dick to your stomach. - "Please, s/o, I'm sorry.. Help me.."

"Ah, how can I say no when you ask me like that, dear?" - the smirk that plays on your lips gets wider, as you lead him to the bed, carefully laying him down.

Despite Doppo always being obedient, sometimes he gets so coy when things get to this point, a little bit ashamed to undress himself and show his pale, scrawny body.. Yet today he quickly spread his legs, too impatient for any waits, waiting for more of your touches. And of course you quickly sat down near his trembling figure, arms caressing his waist and hips, before getting lower and touching his throbbing dick again. When you take off his shorts and trousers with some small wet stains, you can't help but tease your poor boyfriend a little:

"Just how much did you drink? This is the first time I see you being like that.."

He mumbled something under his nose, lifting his hips, begging for more attention, and you even can see small drops of precum in his painfully hard dick.. How hard it is to not play with your boyfriend a little, when he's in such a state, like a small puppy in heat.. So you tickle him, slowly caressing his trembling stomach, before taking off his T-shirt too. Absolutely naked, Doppo looked away for a second, suddenly feeling insecure, but when your hands got back to his heated body, stroking and squeezing his thin chest that rose and fell in shallow breath, he forgot about everything again, melting in long-awaited attention to him.

"S/o.. please.. Don't play with me.." - A weak whimper escaped his lips, as you kept teasing his flat chest, squeezing hard nipples between fingers. It was really pleasant, of course, but such games just make him even more aroused, sending new and new strong waves of need on his core, hitting his hard dick that feels like it's going to explode soon. - "Please.."

You shush him, pressing your lips to his, a playful titillating kiss, light and soft, that quickly turns into a more heated and passionate one as Doppo moans right in your mouth, feeling goosebumps from your sudden touch to his pulsing glans. There's no even need in lube, as his skin was already soaked in precum, so smooth for you to stroke and squeeze. As his girlfriend, you already know all his weak places and favorite pace, now abusing this information to quickly bring him to the edge, which he was already close to. And maybe you can tease him a little bit more, scolding for squirming like that and scratching your shoulders so carelessly, yet his loud moans were worth it, so you let Doppo be more wild, humping your hand as he kept lifting his hips in awkward shaky thrusts.

"S/o.. S/o.. I'm.. I.." - unable even to talk normally, he cries, clinging to you with his whole body, as these rapid impulses of pleasure make him lose the last pieces of sanity. - "I.. I..!"

"That's it, my good, good boy.." - you kiss his temple before leaning to his neck, nibbling on sensitive skin here. - "Cum for me, now.."

Oh, how cute that even in such an unstable state of mind Doppo still was a diligent and loyal boyfriend, following your words almost immediately. Wrapping his legs around your hips and almost crushing you with surprisingly strong pressure of his thighs, he freezes for a moment with his whole body, and then cum in your hand with high pitched whine, filling a whole room with his loud voice. Not changing your speed, you help him ride his mind shattering orgasm, watchin just how much he cum, soaking your whole hand in sperm.

He collapses to bed sheets, still gasping with his mouth gaping wild, while you fumble some napkins on the bedside table to clean him up.

"Ahh, just look what a mess you make this time, dear.. Spreading it everywhere.." - you chuckle, scolding him playfully, while looking at his blushing embarrassed face with twitching brows and wet stains from tears.

"I.. sorry.." - he mumbled with a weak husky voice, crossing his legs a little yet you can see his dick being still hard and ready for the next round.

"Mm, there's nothing wrong.." - a small sinful giggle tickles his soul as you get closer again, sitting on top of him. This wetness between your thighs was throbbing for some attention too for a long time now, and you can't help but start wondering how would his strong cock feel inside you now, and just how many shots would be needed to milk him completely.

"I will forgive you, but only if you keep being such a good boy and delight me with more sweet sounds, okay..?"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #doppo kannonzaka x reader #doppo x reader #hypnosis mic doppo #hypmic doppo #doppo kannonzaka #doppo Kannonzaka smut #hypmic smut

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madirablack · 2 years

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Turn the Kesha to 100 baby it's time for

JAYROY HEADCANONS

Singing full blast in the car like teenagers

"Dude, that's kinda gay can't lie"

Driving for hours on end when they can't sleep, or to have deep talks.

Roy has a truck he has in a random parking garage in Gotham, its red and has all sorts of random shit on the inside.

Jason has a beaten up old black muscle car that lives behind a 7-eleven in the middle of assfuck nowhere about 10 minutes out of star city.

Banned from 3 McDonald's as arsenal and red hood, for : chasing a mob boss through to the kitchen and in turn setting 2 small fires and breaking 3 ordering screens, dumping a scalding coffee down a creep's shirt for harassing underage girls, and trying to start the official #FUCKWAYNEENTERPRISES movement and setting up a shitty store inside with badly made buttons and bags

"Yeah can I get a [insert stupidly extra and long specialised iced coffee order]."

[Insert gallavich gif "You're under my skin man the fuck can I do?"]

They can both cook, but Jason's is better, in part due to being taught by Alfred

Neither of them actually make a point of going to bed to sleep at night, because sleep is a sensitive and difficult thing for them both

Roy can speak a surprising amount of Vietnamese, learned it to make sure Lian was still connected to her culture even when her mom wasn't around.

Know each other like the back of their hands, to a point that frustrates both of them.

If going to an event with Roy, Jason won't drink, and will probably avoid contact with those that have been.

Mama by MCR

Make an effort to have designated movie nights to just chill the fuck out, they watch like 3 movies each time and they're on Friday nights, each time a theme is picked by either one and they go for a random number on the streaming services category, usually the minutes past on the time. No matter how crap the movie is, they watch the whole thing. It's led to tons of inside jokes.

The main thing they argue about is drugs, and about ptsd, mainly triggering each other by accident.

Roy snores

Jason sleeptalks

Bruce fucking hates it when they turn up to galas or parties or stay extended amounts at the manor, because just when he expects them to be on their worst behaviour, they're perfectly polite, well mannered.

GOODBYE MY DANISH SWEETHEART - MITSKI

Jason only really cries when he's incredibly angry or when he has flashbacks. He drops from a angry sentient brick wall to that same tiny malnourished kid that died far too young, his hands up over his face, begging to not be hurt.

Roy cries very rarely, but when he does, it's infectious.

Tried impromptu Archery Lessons in one of the numerous weapons warehouses, resulted in an awkward trip to the ER

"I'm so fucking tired of this shit" "I know."

"Man, dude, bro, homie, my guy," only ever use romantic nicknames to annoy each other

Matching specific brand and type of Bluetooth earbuds, Jason has black and Roy has red

TATTOOS SMALL MATCHING TATTOOS

Small family run Mexican restaurant in the middle of Gotham is their fave, when it got robbed and bricked, they did a manhunt for 4 days straight to find the guys that did it.

Dumbass shit in summertime like jumping off of cliffs into the sea etc

Heaven's gate - fall out boy

Competitions as to who can annoy designated rich jla father more

Bro hugs all the time but the longer, genuine ones are few, but special.

Always make sure the other one eats in the morning, unspoken thing started by Jason, "if you wake up first, you make breakfast for us both, other guy cleans up"

Both have an absurd thing that makes them laugh hysterically for almost an hour every time without fail, (the intro to gangnam style and a video of 6ix9ine going "I let my nuts hang")

Play Apex together if they're apart (Jason Mains Maggie and Roy mains Mirage and is an actual bamboozle god)

Dancing in the kitchen to old 50s/60s stuff like an old married couple

#jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #royjay #headcanons #jayroy headcanons #dc

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Careless Mistakes - Lee Know Oneshot Fanfic

Pairing: Minho (Lee Know of Stray Kids) x Violet (OC - story written in 2nd person)

Genre: angst, romance, very explicit smut, angry sex, enemies to lovers

Word Count: ~7.6k

Warnings: extremely sexually graphic, anal, the traffic light system, swearing, slight bullying, angst, crying, character is poor and starving herself, mention of eating disorder, probably others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Minho or any other SKZ members’ true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad: click here and AO3: click here

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

Your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago, leaving behind your younger sister you decided to care and provide for no matter what. To be able to give her the same lifestyle she was used to, you had to take up another job. Minho had no way of knowing that. For him, you were just an annoying stylist that kept messing everything up, making careless mistakes. You got tired of his antics, hearing him swear at you over and over again, so you proposed the most logical illogical thing: fucking it out. After all, angry sex is the best way to cool off.

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"I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking kill her!" Minho shouted annoyed as soon as he got backstage, trying to tug his shirt back into the damn belt.

"Come on, man, don't be like that." Jisung tried to comfort him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Just get over it."

"No! I told everyone countless of times I'm uncomfortable with my abdomen showing, what can't she fucking get? I swear, it's either intentional, or she's bad as fuck at her job and should be fired."

"Don't be so harsh on her, I'm sure she's doing her best. She's just new. She's been with us for what, 8 months?"

"She's doing her best, my ass. First, she gave me that tight ass necklace I had to rip off mid-dance because it was literally strangling me. Then she gave me those annoying boots with the impossible zipper, and I had to focus for half the performance to not continue barefoot. Then, the freaking sunglasses! Doesn't she know what choreographies we have? Unless she literally glues them on, they are bound to fly off my head! But that's nothing. Today she fucking topped it! If this is her best, then she should get the fuck out of this place, she's clearly not meant for it." He ripped off the earpiece, angrily.

"I understand you're annoyed, and I get you, but-" Jisung started, before getting interrupted again.

"Is Violet still here?" He asked a staff member, who pointed him towards the girl. He didn't hesitate to march over.

"Yo." He said shortly, annoyance in his tone.

"Hello, Minho. Great performance!" You smiled, complimenting him. "You danced really well and looked amazing on stage, as always. You're a great performer. You too, Jisung." You smiled at the boy following Minho sheepishly as well.

The antipathy Minho has been harbouring towards you for the past few weeks was unknown to you, so you didn't have any reason to believe that what he was going to say would actually be meant to hurt you. You just smiled as he started spitting venom at you.

"Yea, not thanks to you. What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you read one simple instruction?"

Of course, he had no way of knowing that you've been having a really harsh time lately, that you indeed couldn't focus on your job that well considering everything that happened, that your whole life has been uprooted after your dad unexpectedly passed away two months ago and that you've been running on 4 hours of sleep as you took care of your younger sister and got a second job to be able to offer her the same lifestyle she lived until now.

He couldn't have known.

"I'm sorry?" You replied, tilting your head, confusion written all over your face.

Minho chuckled mockingly. "You're sorry? Did you even get what you did wrong, or should I spell it out for you?"

"Uhm... please. If there is anything I did that upset you that much-" you hated how your voice quivered, but you hated him a little bit more for acting like this towards you. "The necklace this time wasn't tight... and I didn't give you any more boots with zippers, so..."

You watched over at Jisung who was moving his hands around pointing to his blouse frantically. "Was... was it the shirt?" You questioned, remembering that you read one time that one of the members absolutely hated having his abs exposed. You were sure it was Changbin, but you really couldn't remember. The past few weeks were extremely hazy.

"Bingo! Your head is not totally empty! Well done!" He exclaimed, clapping mockingly.

"Uhm... Okay, I will note that down again and-"

"How come I have to tell you what's wrong after every single performance? Are you that incapable of reading the previous stylist's notes, or noticing for yourself?"

"You're right. I'm sorry." You replied, feeling your eyes sting. Everything was getting to be too much. Plus, it's not like you messed up all the time. Sure, he could dislike an accessory every now and then, but you had to dress him basically everyday. He seemed to forget that 6 days out of 7, nothing was wrong with his outfit.

"Sorry this, sorry that. Instead of apologising you'd better do your job right, or even better, quit while you're at it."

Before you got the chance to say anything else, he turned around and left.

You tried your hardest to keep your composure. You couldn't cry yet, when the room was still buzzing with people.

"Don't mind him too much, he's just been stressed." Jisung started, but you just shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay. He's right. I will do better."

"He's kind of an asshole, isn't he?" Jisung whispered, making both of you chuckle. "Thanks for today. I really liked my outfit."

"Thank you, Jisung." You smiled.

"I'll get going, see you later?"

"Sure." You smiled, feeling a bit better. Jisung did have a way of turning any battleground into a children's park, apparently.

"Violet, girl! Wanna get lunch? We have almost 2 hours until the next shooting starts." One of your coworkers approached you cheerfully. "The other girls are also coming, so I was just thinking we could all eat together. There's a sushi place not far from here and it's delicious!"

Lunch.

Right.

When was the last time I ate? You wondered.

"Oh, sushi sounds great!" You chuckled in a friendly manner. "I have to get something sorted out first, though, so you can go first. I'll join you all if I manage to finish in time." You smiled at your coworker, who nodded.

"That's too bad! Well, we're keeping you a seat, so feel free to come whenever you're done!"

"Of course."

Being alone in the empty room, you started rummaging through similar black shirts you could give Minho to change in.

Sure, he was right, but he didn't need to be such a jerk about it. You thought, reminding yourself of the unpleasant encounter. It felt so horrible having him shout at you and looking at you with so much hate.

You were in the wrong, sure. You knew you made a few careless mistakes. But he could've treated you a bit better, like you were a human being, not a punching machine for his verbal abuse.

Finally on your own, you let yourself sit down on the sofa in the corner of the room and cry, letting the tears fall down freely on your cheeks as you kept your head rolled back on the small cushions.

Suddenly, the door opened with force, and you jumped up in surprise, noticing Changbin walk in. You wiped your face as much as you could in the few seconds it took him to spot you, and you smiled at him.

"Sorry, just left my phone here. Didn't you go to lunch yet?" He asked, looking at you. If he noticed you've been crying, he didn't mention it.

"Oh, I just have to finish this quickly, then I'll eat something." You lied once again. You didn't need food, what you needed right now was to cut costs wherever possible to be able to afford your little sister's ballet classes.

You wished she didn't have such expensive passions, but as the oldest, it was your responsibility to take care of her and her interests when there wasn't anyone else to do it. Poor kid had it rough enough already. When your dad remarried and had a daughter with his new wife, she died giving birth to her, so she never even knew a mother figure.

You felt bad, so despite there being a 15-year age-gap between you and her, you tried to be there as much as possible.

"Oh, I see. Found it!" He exclaimed, grabbing his phone from the table.

"Have a nice lunch!" You exclaimed and waved at him, starting to sort through Lee Know's shirts again. You were so dizzy, it was getting hard to focus, but still, you somehow managed to stay awake and find more comfortable items that would fit him in the big pile of clothes brought by their sponsors, and then you sat back down on the sofa and took a small nap.

"Done?" Felix laughed as Changbin returned to the table, victoriously showing off his recovered phone.

"Yes! I left it on the table. It's good that no one took it." He chuckled.

"Yea, no one would've noticed someone taking a phone that's not theirs, since that room is always full, right?" Hyunjin asked as he took a small bite of the sliced vegetables.

"Oh, it was quite empty this time, though." Changbin said with his mouth full. "Besides Violet."

"Yea? Why was she still there? I thought the team went to lunch at the sushi place. Didn't she go with them?" Chan asked, curious.

"I know it's not okay to comment on people's bodies or anything, but didn't you guys notice that she's lost a lot of weight and looks rather... frail?" Felix asked the group of boys, knowing full well how drained of energy he was when he used to starve himself.

"She almost passed out last week during shooting." Seungmin said matter-of-factly, making everyone look up at him. "What? Is there something on my face?" He wiped his cheeks.

"What do you mean she passed out?" Minho asked, watching Seungmin closely.

"I said almost. She was in the hallway when I went to the bathroom, and I just saw her lean on a wall, and her knees gave in for a bit, so she fell."

"And?!" Jisung asked, mouth open.

"She said she was just very tired and brushed me off, and since I had to come back to do that 8-man shoot, I didn't really stay and chat." Seungmin shrugged and munched on the rice bowl in front of him.

"I'm a bit worried for her..." Felix said, looking down.

"She did look a bit dejected... but I'm sure she'll be fine, right?" Changbin touched Felix' shoulder, as always admiring how empathetic he was towards others.

"Yea, I will... talk to her!" Felix decided, resolve in his voice.

"So, what did you think about..."

The boys continued talking for a while about the shooting, their new music video and the upcoming busy schedule.

"Anyways, I'm done eating, so I'm gonna head upstairs and rest for a bit until y'all come." Minho stood up after a while, and started leisurely making his way back to the dressing room, set on laying down on the sofa and closing his eyes for a few minutes.

When he put his hand on the handle, he heard your voice through the door, and despite knowing that he shouldn't, he stayed there and eavesdropped. You seemed to be talking on the phone, not too loud, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you, Mimi!"

You seemed excited.

"That's so great to hear! We have to celebrate this! I'll change my schedule to be free on Saturday, so let's eat some cake, what do you say?"

What would be so worth celebrating? And what schedule? As far as Minho knew, there wasn't anything planned for this weekend.

"Of course chocolate, what else, Mimi? Oh, I know, let's buy some meat and we can have a barbecue as well! We didn't have one in a while, did we?"

Barbecue AND a cake? Sounds like fun.

"Two new dresses? For the show?" You asked.

Minho raised a brow. He wasn't supposed to listen to other people's conversation. Should he just enter the room?

"300$ per dress?!" You exclaimed in horror. "Wow!"

He pressed the handle and opened the door, but you didn't notice him getting in, because you were crouched on the floor, as if you were in pain.

"No, Mimi, of course we're going to buy them. I'll figure it out, so don't you worry about anything! Look, my break is almost over, so I have to go. I will get home earlier today, at about 12 AM, but don't wait for me, and go to sleep instead, yea?"

Minho approached you slowly. What were you even going to do until 12 AM? And how is that early?

"You're such a strong girl! Love you too!" You said and ended the call, sighing. Your stomach was hurting, which made it difficult to stand up, and you were so dizzy. How were you going to work the next 10 hours?

"Violet?" Minho asked you, making you stand up way too quickly in horror. The dizziness got to your head, and you felt yourself almost fainting, your knees giving in. Before you fell, Minho caught you and he looked at you almost worried.

You knew better than to think he actually gave two shits about you. Your earlier conversation told you as much, anyway.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you come in." You said and moved away from his grasp.

"How was lunch?" He asked you.

"Good. Since you're here earlier, I found these clothes that you could-"

"What did you eat?"

"Huh?" You asked perplexed. Why did he care?

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Why?"

"Just curious." He shrugged.

"Rice and some vegetables." You lied with a smile. "What about you?"

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where did you eat?" I didn't see you downstairs.

"Oh, I brought food from home." You replied, not missing a beat. It was getting so easy to blurt out this kind of lies.

"What are you celebrating this weekend?"

"Is this some sort of interrogatory?" You laughed. "Nothing that concerns you. Can you try those clothes now?"

"... Sure." Minho replied, grabbing the shirt and the new pants you gave him, heading towards the changing room.

Just then, your other coworkers entered the room.

"Violet! You didn't join us after all!"

"Sadly." You laughed. "I had to find some new clothes."

"Did you eat anything?"

"I did, I brought something from home. Thanks for always taking care of me." You smiled.

"By the way, your sister's recital should be one of these days, right?"

"Oh wow, you remembered!" You chuckled, noticing that Minho still hasn't left the room. You shooed him away, but he seemed to ignore you, and started participating in the conversation.

"What kind of recital?" He showed you a shit-eating grin, happy that he was going to hear what he wanted to hear, after all.

"Oh, her sister is a little ballet prodigy!" One of your coworkers complimented. "She's sooo talented! Best of luck to her!"

"Oh, it was actually today, and she just called me earlier telling me she got the main role!" You smiled, boasting. You were very proud of your little sister for accomplishing this, after your dad's accident. His death was harder on her than it was on you, but she was taking it like a champion.

"No way! She's gonna be Cinderella?! Congrats!" She hugged you.

"Wow, Cinderella!" Minho exclaimed as well. "That's so cute! I wanna see her too, when is her show?"

"I don't know, Minho, I just found out 15 minutes ago that she got the role. Will you go change?" You smiled fakely.

"But Violet, isn't it super expensive?" Your coworker frowned. "Keeping her in classes, and I bet her costumes are going to cost you a lot..."

"Oh, indeed."

"You got a second job, right?" Your coworker further inquired, and you started feeling uncomfortable.

"Yea, I did."

"Poor girl. First you lose your dad, then you have to work this hard at such a young age... Let us know if we can help with anything, hm?" Your coworkers smiled as if they were pitying you, and you hated this. You didn't notice Minho's gaze, nor did you care to look. You indulged in the pleasantries of your coworkers. It wasn't like they were actually going to help you in any way, so you didn't understand why they were pretending to want to be helpful.

Minho eventually left to change without saying anything else, and all the boys soon returned to the dressing room.

"Violet, can I have a word with you?" Felix approached you with a small smile, and both of you headed to the hallway.

"What's up?" You smiled back, noticing that he was fidgeting, looking perturbed.

"I don't want to... bother you with my questions, but..."

"Hey." You put your hand on his left shoulder. It's not like you were friends, but he must've had a reason to ask you to talk privately. "It's okay, you can ask me anything."

"I... uhm... used to do this really bad thing where I wouldn't eat for days trying to lose weight, and..."

"Oh." Now it made sense why Minho asked what you ate today. They talked about you.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not my place to say anything, but I just wanted to let you know that you are already beautiful as you are, and you don't need to lose any weight, but if you want to, you should do it in a healthy way... Changbin-hyung even offered to go to the gym together, if you want..."

"Lix." You smiled. "It's nothing like that."

"Don't lie to me." He looked at you sadly. "I know you haven't been eating. I've seen how tired you are, and I was the same way..."

You felt bad, because Felix clearly went through something and used to have an eating disorder, so this conversation was probably really difficult for him.

"No, you're right. I haven't been eating, but it has nothing to do with losing weight." You furrowed your brows, sadness taking over your expression.

"Then?"

"I just... uhm. This is awkward." You chuckled, not noticing Minho coming out of the changing room on the hallway. "Rent, and my sister's ballet classes are really expensive, and now she will need two dresses for her show, so... I'm cutting costs wherever I can. I'm doing fine with eating once every few days, so don't worry about it." You smiled sadly, noticing Felix's gaze drop.

"You don't have..." he started, just when Minho talked a few metres away from you.

"What are you guys doing?" He grinned. "Violet, these clothes feel way better, I wouldn't have had a screaming fit if you found these first!" Minho chuckled loudly. He didn't want to make it obvious that he's heard your talk with Felix.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Shall we head back, then?" You smiled, and opened the door to the dressing room.

~two days later~

No fucking way. Minho thought, fighting every urge to roll his eyes after his bracelet fell off and he had to toss it out of the way on the stage. How come all the other members you dressed didn't have any problems with their clothes or accessories?

Once again, he returned to the dressing room fuming, complaining loudly to Jisung about you.

"Yo, Violet!" He shouted, seeing you relax on the couch.

"Minho, great performance as always!" You smiled, in a fake manner this time.

"Shut up, can you take this off?" He gave you his left arm, and you looked confused at his wrist.

"Take what off? Where is the bracelet?" You furrowed your brows.

"On the fucking stage. After it fucking fell." He replied, annoyed.

"No way!" You exclaimed, waiting for another meltdown like last time.

Fuck, you didn't have energy for this.

Thankfully, Chan approached Minho to talk to him about something.

"He's taking it out too much on you." One of your coworkers commented, making you nod.

"Right?!" You pouted, making her laugh.

"Maybe he has a crush on you." Another coworker said, clearly joking.

"Yea, in what universe?" You joined her laughing. "He's just an angry asshole."

"But Violet, you know what they say, sometimes the best way to let off steam is to have angry sex."

"Oh my god!" You slapped her arm playfully. "Don't say shit like that! What if he hears?" You looked anxiously at Minho, who, despite not being too far, seemed caught up in a conversation with Chan.

Thank God he didn't hear this. It would've been embarrassing as hell.

"If he hears, he might take you up on the offer." She laughed, making you roll your eyes.

"Anyways," your other coworker stopped the madness. "Let's go eat. Are you coming, Violet?"

"Oh, no. I want to rest for a bit before the next job, so I'm gonna stay here and sleep."

"Want us to buy you something, then?"

"No, thank you, I have some food in my backpack, so don't worry!"

You saw Minho turn away to look at you briefly, before he exited the room.

Soon, all your coworkers left as well, so you were left in peace. You've been waiting for lunch break to start and for everyone to leave the room for about two hours now, so you can finally sleep for a bit on the couch.

It's been getting harder and harder to stay awake, since you had really low energy levels after not having eaten more than an apple for 4 days now.

"Violet." A voice woke you up, and you opened your eyes, confused by your surroundings.

Oh, this is the dressing room. You realised, pressing your hand on your forehead. Your whole head was hurting.

"You're finally awake. I've been trying to wake you for the past 10 minutes." Minho chuckled.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice groggy. "Is it already 2?"

"No, it's barely 12:30. I was in the mood for some peace and quiet, so I thought I'd get lunch here. I bought too much. Wanna eat together?"

"Hm?" You were now fully awake, and smelling the food made your stomach hurt even worse. You were so hungry.

"Come, let's eat." He dragged a table closer to the sofa and started opening up a few containers with fresh food from the cafeteria.

It smelled great.

Minho gave you some chopsticks and a spoon and placed a bottle of water in front of you.

"This is really good." You smiled, tasting the chicken soup. After examining all the contents on the table, you realised that he only brought foods good for the stomach: chicken soup, fish, rice, apricots.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You... heard me and Felix the other day, didn't you?" You asked, avoiding his gaze.

"Mhm." He hummed. "I did."

"Thank you... but you didn't have to."

"Yea, I know. Not for my dummy stylist who messes up my look everytime and annoys the shit out of me, anyway." He shrugged.

"Yah, don't be like that!" You frowned.

"It's the truth though." He shrugged again, before bursting out into laughing. He really seemed to enjoy messing with you.

"When is Cinderella's ballet show?" He asked, looking at the food, as if embarrassed.

"What?" You asked, being taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

"Your sister's-"

"In 3 months."

"You're not gonna miss it if you're coming with us to the US, right?" He asked you, concerned. "You're coming, right?" He quickly added, as if scared to hear a negative response.

"Of course I'm coming." You chuckled. There was no way in hell you would miss an opportunity to travel through the major cities in the US with all expenses paid, while you got three times your salary. "And no, the show is exactly one week after we return, so I won't miss anything."

"That's great. Can I come see her too?"

"Wh-what?" You choked on your food, grabbing the bottle on the table and taking a big gulp of water.

"I'm curious, and I haven't seen a ballet in ages."

"They're all children, Minho. They won't be professionals like you guys." You chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. Get me a ticket?"

"Pfft." You laughed again. "Okay. Sure."

"Let me pay for her dresses." He blurted out, quietly, and you weren't sure you heard him right. Surely he wasn't suggesting giving you money.

"What?" You smiled, not knowing what to think.

"They are pretty expensive for you, but they don't mean anything to me, and I'd like to buy them."

"Uhm. Why?"

"Just because."

"Because of what?" You questioned further, looking at him in confusion.

"Because I want to. What do you want me to say?" He asked, annoyed.

"I don't... no." You denied his request, turning away to the food. Minho didn't insist further.

Once you finished eating everything, you felt more energised than ever, so you thanked Minho genuinely and felt ready to conquer the world. Perhaps it wasn't going to be such a shitty day after all.

After that day, every time you would have a common schedule with Stray Kids, Minho would either get lunch with you, or force you into coming with him to the cafeteria and buying you lunch.

You got used to his presence and his witty remarks, but he still annoyed to shit out of you with his dislike for various garments or accessories you would give him.

Tonight was the third show in the US, and all of you were in the large venue, preparing the Kids backstage.

The concert was amazing, but as soon as Minho returned, annoyance was once again plastered all over his face. You were not in the main room, so he went to find you, and you were resting in a quiet place – the stairs of the hallway for the Staff. No one bothered to come here during the concert.

"Violet!" He groaned.

"What is it this time?" You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Why did he keep disturbing your quiet time after each concert?

"My cap fell off, and my earpiece got stuck in the fucking earring you gave me!" He shouted at you, and you stood up, facing him.

You had enough.

You went right in front of him, your chests almost touching, while you looked into his fiery eyes.

"You know what, Minho? You're whining so fucking much, I should be the one to say that you annoy the shit out of me."

"Oh yea?" He said, as if threatening you. "If you did your job right..."

"Look, no one else ever has any complains, so what is it with you? 'My ring is too big!'; 'The hair clip is scratching my head!'; 'My pants are too tight!'. Grow the fuck up!"

He seemed taken aback for a second, before smirking at you. You never showed this much resistance before, and he kinda liked it, although he preferred... more obedient girls.

He was sure you're gonna be the obedient type, though.

"You're truly the worst stylist I've ever seen." He challenged you, still sporting the dumb smirk.

"You know what, Minho? Maybe my coworker is right."

"About what?" Minho tilted his head.

You must be crazy.

But he was so close to you, and his perfume mixed with his natural scent after sweating on the stage was intoxicating. He was too close.

Violet, stop. You tried telling yourself, but when did you ever listen?

"We should fuck it out." You said plainly, glancing straight into his eyes.

"I'm not sure you want that, Violet. I'm not sure you can handle me taking all my anger out on you like that."

"Try me." You said again, confidence lacing your tone, as he pressed his body on yours and pinned you up against the wall, kissing you hungrily.

Your kiss was heated, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there, but it was too risky. Any staff member could come in the hallway and see you.

"What is your room number?" Minho stepped away from you, lust visible in his eyes.

"42. Are you coming tonight?"

"No, baby." He chuckled. "I'm going to send you a present, and you're going to come to mine at exactly 11:30 PM, wearing it. Number's 143. Yea?" His hand was on your neck, fingers brushing your skin gently, as his eyes expectedly looked at you.

"Mhm." You nodded, already feeling excitement pool down in your stomach.

"Good girl." He kissed you again, before turning around and leaving you there all flustered. He just knew you were going to be the obedient type.

No way.

When you heard a small knock on your door at 10 PM, you weren't sure what to expect. Opening it, you saw one of the room service ladies holding two luxury black bags.

"Miss Violet? I have a delivery for you." She handed you the shopping bags hastily, then left.

The first bag contained a small box with a pair of Louboutin red bottom black high heels. You weren't sure how you were going to walk on them, but they were pretty, and considering the brand, expensive as heck.

Maybe you could sell them after tonight to pay for your sister's dresses, after all. You still haven't figured that one out yet. Perhaps you should've taken Minho up on the offer two months ago and let him buy them, since he was going to shower you with such gifts anyway.

You curiously opened the second bag and pulled out a lacy see-through black underwear set, and the sluttiest tight black dress one could find. Wearing it on your body, you took the time to admire yourself in the mirror. It was a strapless neckline, the dress being tight around the waist and supported by your hips, after which the dress would split on both sides of your thighs, dropping lower only about a palm's length.

You certainly never wore such a slutty dress, and the lacy three-piece underwear set – specifically the garters of the set – were totally visible under it.

You only had to go up a few floors, but would it be even remotely appropriate to wear something like this outside the room?

Fucking Minho. You cursed, thinking of what a shit eating smirk he must've had ordering these clothes. You didn't even want to think of tomorrow's walk of shame.

When the clock showed 11:25, you grabbed a black trench coat which you were glad to have brought with you to the US, unaware of the weather, and hugged it tightly around your body, not wanting to risk being seen like the 21st century biggest slut.

You made your way towards the elevator and pressed the 14th floor, then found the third room in the hallway, 143, and knocked.

Minho opened it eagerly, but frowned at the sight of you.

"What's with that?" he pointed to your trench coat, making you snicker.

"You didn't want me to walk through the whole hotel dressed like this, right?" You opened it up, showing him that you indeed wore what he bought for you. It was maybe the boldest thing you've done, but you were too far gone and way too horny to care anymore.

Minho was an ass, but he was attractive, and he had a good side to him as well, noting that he took care of your meals for the past two months. Why not have sex with him too while you're at it?

He stepped aside to let you walk in, and as soon as he closed the door, the trench coat flew off your body, and your back was glued to the door, as he started kissing you eagerly.

A few seconds in, you understood why he picked a strapless dress. Minho started kissing your jawline, then moved on to your exposed neck, sucking and biting your skin harshly. You moaned in pleasure, not giving a shit about how much he was marking you. You liked it.

Your tits were the next to become completely exposed, as he almost tore the dress taking it lower. He didn't even admire the lacy black underwear, he just took it off hastily, and you wondered why he bought it in the first place.

He kissed your chest down to your boobs and bit the sensitive skin on them, making you groan in pain. When you put your hands in his hair to signal him to slow down, he just grabbed them and slammed them tightly against the door, so you couldn't move.

Despite your small whines, he continued sucking on your right breast, his hand having fun with your left boob, fingers massaging and pinching your nipple.

Minho moved his hands on your hips, his mouth still attached to your right breast, as his fingers found the rim of your lacy panties. He took them off swiftly, disconnecting your bodies as he sat down on his knees in front of you.

He looked beautiful.

Without saying anything, he spun you around and spread your thighs apart, connecting his mouth to your pussy.

"Fuck." You moaned, feeling his tongue drawing stripes along your core and separating your folds as he was forcing the entry.

After a while, he moved his tongue up, and started eating out your butthole. You let out a gasp in surprise, as you truly weren't expecting that, and you felt embarrassed. You never did any butt play with anyone else, and you felt insecure, so you tried to turn around, but Minho had other plans, as he gripped your thighs tightly and slapped your left butt cheek powerfully, making you groan in pain once more. His fingers and the hit were sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

When he sensed that you wouldn't move anymore, his right hand moved from your thigh to your clit, and he started massaging it just as his tongue entered your hole.

You didn't know your ass could feel so good, and his fingers working on your clit at the same time brought a powerful orgasm out of you, your knees almost giving in.

You were already a mess, but the night was just beginning.

"Violet, let me tell you how we're gonna work tonight." He started, but you already barely heard him, still trying to recover and to keep your legs from shaking and giving in. Minho also seemed to notice, as he stood up and pressed his body on yours.

You felt his bulge against your ass, and you wondered how good his dick was going to feel deep inside of you.

"We're going to use the traffic light system. Are you familiar with that?" He whispered in your ear, and you shook your head.

"No, I don't think so."

"There are three colours. Green means 'I love it, you can keep going'. Yellow means 'I am a bit uncomfortable. Slow down, but keep going'. And red means 'Stop. I can't take it anymore'. If you use red, we're done. You can trust me to stop. Okay?"

"Yea. Got it." You nodded, feeling his hot breath on your neck.

"Promise me you're going to use red if it gets to be too much. Don't force yourself to please me."

"... I promise." You replied, and you were grateful he was so insistent in making you feel good, not just chasing his own pleasure as most men you had sex with until now would.

Minho didn't let you have any other time to recover from the orgasm. As soon as he heard the magic words promising him you're going to respect your own boundaries, he turned you once more with your back against the door, as he kissed away the hurried gasps that were still coming out of your mouth.

He gripped your dress tightly and took it off you, then grabbed your wrist and took you in front of the bed, grabbing your hair to make you kneel down in front of him.

You watched expectedly as he unbuckled his belt, taking out his dick. Once again, knowing exactly what he wanted, he didn't miss a beat in forcefully sliding his whole length down your throat.

You choked on it, but he didn't care, he just kept guiding your head to suck him off and used your mouth like a fleshlight.

You started tearing up involuntarily and felt your saliva coming out of your mouth and getting everywhere on you and on the floor each time he would take his dick out to let you breathe for air.

You were so wet, you desperately wanted to be touched again, even if you just came less than 5 minutes ago, so you moved your right hand to your clit and started playing with it. As soon as Minho noticed, he pushed his dick as far as it could go in your throat, and chuckled lowly.

"You're so selfish you wanna get off again?" He laughed at you mockingly, taking his member out again and grabbing your chin, raising your head up to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of lust.

He yanked you from the floor and threw you on the bed, starting to take off his clothes.

"Off." He pointed to your garters, the only piece of clothing left on your body, and you obediently followed his orders, remaining naked on the bed while you waited for him to come to you.

You noticed a scar on his abdomen, and you wondered if that was the reason why he was so mad when you gave him a shirt that went too far up, but he didn't leave you much time to think, as he made his way over you and pressed his body on yours, kissing your mouth while he slid in you with ease.

"You fit me so well." He complimented you, moving his mouth to your neck and leaving love bites everywhere he touched, but after a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you and made you turn around with your ass in the air, and he started fucking you doggystyle.

"Fucking hell." You moaned, as you felt his powerful thrusts. Was it dancer's stamina?

Minho spat on your asshole and started spreading his saliva around with his thumb, massaging the entrance. You felt exposed, but couldn't complain as he put his thumb inside, starting to stretch your walls.

"Colour?" He asked, slowing down his movements momentarily.

"Fuck, green." You moaned again, just wanting him to start moving again. His finger in your ass felt good, something that truly took you by surprise, as you never envisioned yourself putting anything up there.

Soon enough, Minho swapped the thumb with two of his fingers, moving them in and out of you as his dick grazed your G spot every time he moved his hips. The stretch was getting a bit uncomfortable, but you soon felt another orgasm creeping in, and started gasping for air as you let go of that knot in your stomach.

"Good girl." Minho whispered, taking his fingers out of you and pressing his thighs on the back of yours, pushing you down on the bed. He seemed to know your knees wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

He moved in and out of your pussy a bit slower while you recovered from your orgasm, and with a last thrust, he took his dick out and rested on top of you for a moment, kissing your shoulders and back, leaving marks everywhere.

When your breathing slowed down after a few seconds, he repositioned himself, this time at your other entrance. His dick started pressing into your ass, and you felt a painful sting that made you close your eyes tightly.

"Minho, it hurts." You whined, feeling him push in.

"I know, baby, can you take it?" He asked you lowly.

"It's... my first time... there." You whined again, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks.

He was hovering above you, and with his tip inside, he brought his face closer to you and whispered.

"Colour?"

"Ugh." You groaned in pain. "Y-yellow."

Hearing you, Minho started pushing into you deeper and bit your right shoulder strongly, making you cry out in pain. The distraction worked, however, as your brain didn't seem to register which was more painful. You sobbed, but he comforted you, whispering sweet words.

"It hurts!" You cried out.

"Shh. I know, I know it does. You can take it, baby. I know you can."

He moved his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs apart, allowing him better access.

"Oh God." You sobbed, feeling him bottom out into you.

He stayed still for a few moments before thrusting his hips back and forth, and you found that with each thrust, the feeling inside your ass was getting less and less unpleasant.

Minho brought his fingers and your clit and rubbed it quickly, as he was mercilessly fucking your asshole.

Being under him like this, with his dick in your ass and his fingers all over your pussy, you blacked out and let yourself experience a third orgasm that night, that was so powerful, you started squirting, something you've never done before. It was so good, it made you see stars. Your ass clenched around his dick, making Minho groan in pleasure.

"Such a slut for me." He grunted. "Do you like getting your ass fucked? Coming on my dick like that?"

You only whined in response, your mind no longer able to form any coherent words.

He continued fucking into you powerfully, before his own orgasm took over, and he cummed inside your ass and filled you up.

Minho plopped down next to you, putting your right leg on his hip as his fingers played with your ass, taking his cum out of it.

He spread it all over your pussy, and got it inside with his fingers as well, as he started fingering you. You rested your head on his shoulders, letting him have his way with your body, and you came for the fourth time that night, whining strongly.

Your body could no longer take it. Instead of letting you go through your orgasm slowly, Minho kept fucking you with his fingers, until you hugged his body tightly, putting your left hand steadily on his back and whispering a small "Red".

Minho stopped immediately, hugging you back.

"You did so well." He praised you. "I loved it so much, Violet."

You didn't have any energy left to reply to him, your body feeling weaker than ever.

You felt his weight disappear from next to you and a big blanket covering your body.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower then run a bath for you. You should also pee, to prevent any UTIs, okay?"

You still didn't hear him, but missed his presence next to you.

You don't know when he picked you up, but you started to become a bit more conscious as he helped you sit on the toilet, and he left the bathroom so you can have your privacy.

You started peeing, feeling both your holes burning up.

Then, you stood up, your legs shaking under your weight, and hopped into the bathtub, letting it fill with you inside of it.

Minho knocked on the bathroom's door after a while.

"Violet, can I come in?" He asked gently, and you replied with a small "Yes", your voice hoarse.

Minho came inside and made his way closer to the bathtub, gently caressing your face.

"Can I wash you?" He asked, and you nodded.

He let the water start draining as he took shower gel into his hands and started spreading it on your arms and body. He washed his hands off the soap and brought his right one down, brushing his fingers on your swollen private parts.

You winced in pain and placed your hand on his, wanting to stop him from touching you any further.

"I'm not going to do anything, Violet. Don't worry. I just want to wash my release off you." He said gently, and you just nodded, trusting him and letting him take care of you.

When he was done washing you, he grabbed a big, white towel and wrapped it around you, as he took you in his arms and put you back on the bed. You took the towel off, wanting to be more comfortable, when you noticed the new sheets.

"Oh, the bed was a mess, so I called reception to have them come and change them." Minho clarified with a smile after seeing your confused expression, making sure you were comfortable under the covers and laying down next to you. He was thoughtful, and you were glad he did that, as the bed was filled to the rim with your release and his.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly, as Minho brushed his hand through your hair gently.

Minho woke up the next morning to a bang on his door. He quickly put on some pants and a shirt as he noticed you still sleeping soundly.

Opening the door, he saw Jisung.

"Man, you're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry up!" He scolded his elder.

"That's okay. I'll order something later." Minho quickly brushed him off, wanting to do nothing more than to come back to bed next to you.

"Anyways, I think I left my Switch here, so I came to get it." He brushed past Minho, not understanding why he was pulling his arm to try and get him out of the room.

And then he saw you sleeping in his bed, naked under the sheets, and he went as red as a tomato. He literally ran out of the room.

"Oh my God, what the hell!"

"Quiet down or you're gonna wake her, idiot." Minho face palmed, finding it amusing how flustered Jisung became.

"What did you do to her?! She's all bruised up!" He exclaimed quietly.

"Nothing she didn't like, don't worry." Minho chuckled again. "Anyways, I'm gonna miss breakfast, and your Switch is not in my room, it's in Hyunjin's."

"Oh. Then-"

"Bye!" Minho waved before closing the door right in his friend's face, then returned to bed to see you still asleep. He was glad the commotion didn't wake you, as you seemed to really need to rest.

One hour or so later, you finally woke up, seeing Minho watching you stretch your limbs.

"Morning." He smiled.

"Hey." You replied, your voice even more hoarse than last night. He did a number on you, no joke.

"Slept well?"

"Mhm, I did."

"I'm glad, Violet. After last night, I'm no longer mad at you." He chuckled.

"Was that your hate fuck?" You smiled lazily, still trying to fully wake up.

"It was. Did you like it?"

"I did, but I don't think I can walk anywhere today..."

Your whole body hurt, and you were glad you had a day off before having to head to a new city for tomorrow's concert.

"Good that it's a free day."

"Mhm. Indeed."

"Do you want to see my love fuck next time?" Minho asked you, and you searched his eyes for any mockery. You were glad to see that you couldnt't find any.

"I do."

"Good. Let's go on a proper date, too." He said gently, petting your head lovingly.

"Okay." You smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it. "Minho?"

"Yes, Violet?"

"Can you buy those dresses after all?"

"For your sister? Of course, love."

"I got you a ticket as well." You smiled at his choice of nickname, feeling your heart swell up with a new feeling.

"Thank you. I can't wait to go together." Minho replied, coming to kiss your lips.

~THE END~

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hunter - Enemy Mine 4 - Beneath The Surface

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/ Sexual Content/ Nudity/ 18+ / Angst

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As if things weren't complicated enough, this strange energy between you returns again, this time more intense, different. Both of you will be put to a tough test.

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What Happened Before:

Enemy Mine

Part 2 - No Way Out

Part 3 - Turning Tables

Part 4 - Beneath The Surface

It was exhausting to keep an eye on him all the time, you eventually got tired and your eyes kept falling shut. You knew he was watching you, just waiting for the right moment, that made you nervous and made you startle again and again when you were about to fall asleep.

The last days and hours had been especially exhausting for you, you were not used to such situations at all and your body wanted and needed rest urgently. But unfortunately you could not allow your body this rest now.

"Stop it! I saw you trying to untie yourself again."

Hunter sighed and said, "You're overtired, you're imagining it. Listen, we can work something out-"

"How long is someone theoretically out of action if I stun them with the blaster?" you interrupted him.

"Um, it depends on the weapon, but it can take up to three or four hours with a good weapon," he replied, frowning critically.

You glanced at your watch and said, "I'm guessing your weapon is a good one. So if I set my alarm for three hours, I'll get some sleep when I stun you."

Hunter looked at you wide eyed "Wait what? No, no, no wait Uugh-"

The shot knocked him out instantly and you breathed a sigh of relief. On your watch you set the time and finally closed your eyes for a while, calming down.

When you woke up and slowly opened your eyes, you sensed that something was wrong and, sure enough, you were startled to see Hunter bending over you with the handcuffs in his hand. He had obviously freed himself and was about to put them back on you. You pulled up your knee to kick him and felt that your legs were tied together. You let out an angry scream and punched at him, trying to kick him at the same time with your legs tied together.

"Stay away from me!"

He maneuvered you out and threw himself heavily over you, trying to grab your arms to cuff you, but you squirmed violently under him, screaming and growling, almost like a wild animal.

The cord with which your legs were tied together suddenly broke and you were able to move more freely. You heard him swear and he pressed himself between your thighs to keep your legs apart so you couldn't kick him with full force. Only now, when you tried to kick him anyway, you realized that your feet were bare, he had probably taken your boots off so you couldn't just run away.

"Hold still, girl! Hold still, I don't want to hurt you, damn it!"

You continued to struggle for quite a while, but finally you were lying under him, breathing heavily, your lungs burning with exertion, his hands each wrapped around your wrists to the left and right of your head like vices. You stared at each other, his dark gray eyes looking into yours, and when he shifted his weight a little, he smelled it again, your arousal. His pupils dilated, you could see it for sure. He couldn't help it his senses immediately jumped to it, his body reacted but he held back.

He felt his cock swell behind his cod piece and swallowed. He just didn't understand those signals, you were definitely fighting him off, yet your body was releasing hormones that signaled sexual desire. How the hell was he supposed to deal with that? He wasn't like other men, his senses were often a blessing but more often a curse.

He pinned you beneath him, still wrapping his hands around your wrists, his body weight on you keeping you grounded. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.

You blinked, confused, you should be angry and scared, but somehow it all suddenly felt very different. Maybe because you believed him that he didn't want to hurt you, because you felt that there was no real danger to your life from him. The way he looked at you, the way his pupils suddenly dilated, you knew he felt it too. You couldn't even name it, simple arousal wasn't it, it was a heat that seemed to be of much deeper origin.

Hunter shifted his weight a little and you felt relief, he no longer weighed your body down completely with his, but he maintained body contact.

Your faces suddenly came closer and closer and out of an impulse you closed your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, the next moment it felt like fireworks tingling under your skin. It was inexplicable what was happening to you, but you returned his kiss. Slowly, hesitantly. He was unexpectedly gentle at first.

When his tongue playfully slid along your lower lip, asking for entrance, you let him without thinking about it. A velvety collision of your tongues sent sparks through your core, you felt the arousal creep between your thighs, it got hotter down there while your panties slowly moistened.

You moaned softly into the kiss, unable to stop it, and he began to kiss you more fiercely. One of his hands briefly released your right wrist to remove the cod piece of his armor. Even though your one hand was now free you didn't try to free yourself or hurt him, instead you waited for him to reach for it again, which he did shortly after.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you as he began to slowly but with vigor roll his hips between your thighs, pressing his lap into yours. You felt clearly through the fabric of your clothes that his cock was hard as stone. He looked at you, but didn't say a word.

Your legs closed around him almost automatically and you began to sway with his movements, chasing the wonderful friction he was creating on your pubic area. Hunter kissed you again, a little wilder this time, never stopping to rub his hard length against your lap through the fabric of his pants.

You wanted more, you wanted to be naked, you wanted him to be naked, you wanted to feel bare skin on bare skin.

When his lips broke away from yours again you asked, "Can we do more?"

Hunter lifted his head slightly to look at you.

"More? Is that what you want? Do you want me to do more with you?" he asked so quietly and softly in his deep voice that your underwear almost left your body on its own.

You nodded and looked at him, fascinated. Only now did you really notice how beautiful this man actually was, he was ravishingly handsome. Striking, masculine, dark hair, deep eyes, tanned skin and what you could feel of his body through his clothes was trained, firm and simply wonderful.

He smiled, and he looked even more ravishing than before.

"Then tell me, cyar'ika."

"I want more," you breathed to him.

He sat up, you followed his example and sat up as well. You began undressing each other, kissing, touching. His big, strong hands wandered along every curve of every naked piece of skin he exposed while your fingers felt his muscles in fascination. He was even more ravishing naked than you had expected, a picture of a man.

The last piece of clothing fell, your bra, and with a quiet clatter, the data stick that you had hidden there dropped out and to the floor. You both looked at the floor where the flash drive suddenly lay, then you looked at each other. Your heart began to race again.

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cryingisnecessaryfanfics · 1 year

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Xiao x GN Faerie Reader P. 4

this took literally so long oh my god. sorry, the ending is rushed just needed to get this out.

TW: Wounds, blood, hurt xiao, scared reader, mostly just reverse hurt/comfort tho

part 3 part 5

It doesn't take long for the two to meet again. Partly because Xiao has been everywhere in Liyue, throwing himself into his duties and taking even more karmic debt. And partly because the faerie finds themself at Wangshuu Inn often, waiting to see that mysterious Adeptus again.

It takes a lot to awaken a faerie from their sleep, and Xiao falling onto the roof of wangshuu inn does it all too well. He's injured though it pales in comparison to the amount of debt plaguing him.

The faerie practically screams when they see him. Fear washes over their face, eyes widening in surprise. They haven't seen anyone this injured since the archon war. And usually, those injuries ended in a painful death.

All their experience jumps to the front of their head and they immediately rush over to the fallen Adeptus. They assess his body, finding multiple flesh wounds along with angry red marks indicating internal bleeding.

What's even worse is the pure amount of karmic debt that surrounds him. It's nauseating to work through and the faerie swallows back bile multiple times. They work diligently, and through a haze of fear and nausea, their hands do the thinking, muscle memory taking over their actions.

The process is exhausting, using their vision to heal the internal bleeding and their hands to temporarily bandage the external injuries. Xiao seems too out of it to respond to the faerie's actions. The faerie is certain that the Adeptus would be dead if he were human.

By the time the faerie has secured Xiao's wounds enough to move him from the roof, Xiao is awake again. The faerie puts him on a bed in an unoccupied room in the inn.

"That was some serious shit you know." The faerie says and the haze that had overtaken their mind gradually disappeared. "You had me scared senseless." They glare at Xiao, though it's obvious there's no malice behind it.

"I apologize." He says quietly and his eyes flit away, one of his gloved hands clutches the blanket under him.

The faerie is taken aback but recovers quickly. "It's fine, just- be more careful okay?"

His weak nod is enough to satisfy the faerie and it pulls a sigh from their mouth.

Their top half slumps onto the bed laying over Xiao's legs like a weighted blanket.

They let out a low groan before sitting up again. "Alright c'mon, I'll wash your injuries." They go to grab Xiao's hand but he flinches away sharply. "Can't you just use your vision?"

The faerie looks at him with a grimace and then sighs again. "I'm tired. I've already used my vision so much it would be more exhausting to use it again than to physically tend to you."

The Adeptus' lips pressed together and he reluctantly swung his legs over the bed.

"Woah woah!" The faerie cries immediately rushing to Xiao's side. They fling one of his arms over their shoulder and start to support his body weight. "Jeez, you're still injured you know. Not even I can make all that go away in a couple hours."

They both take slow steps toward the bathroom, the faerie supporting Xiao's back with their wing.

"I'm an Adeptus I can walk myself." Xiao mumbles but makes no attempt to break away from the faerie's hold. The faerie fights the blush spreading over their face, and their mind is horrified at the flustered thoughts running through their mind. I'm a healer, for god's sake! Adeptus Xiao is just a patient right now!

They push the thoughts away as they enter the bathroom and help Xiao sit at the edge of the bathtub.

"Shirt off, mister Adeptus." They say and turn to wet a cloth in the sink. Xiao only grunts in response, suppressing a grimace as he pulls the bloody and torn shirt from his body. The faerie turns to back to him, wet cloth in hand. They frown at the sight of his exposed wounds.

The faerie crouches in front of him, lifting the cloth to his chest.

“This’ll probably sting.” And Xiao sucks in a breath at the feeling. The faerie’s movements are slow and precise as they clean the blood and dirt from his body. They try not to think about his skin so close to theirs, and how his muscles are twitching at the sensation.

The process goes slow and once they are finished with his wounds the faerie leaves him to bathe alone and goes to sleep on the roof again. They were very much needing of a long nap after all that work.

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xerceii · 7 months

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God’s Eye - Part 3 & 4

Pairing: Chanyeol/OC

Genre: Fantasy, Action, romance

TW/Warnings: 18+ included some gore, a scene with vomit, violence, murder, smut in future chapters, multiple sexual conversations, religious talk relating to God and the devil

Plot: Ahn Jung is a 25 year old office worker who underwent eye transplant surgery, she never thought that the donor would be a demon.

Note:

I’ll just post the next two parts

Masterpost is here

Part 3 - A contract

Ahn opened her eyes.

Her body felt sore and her throat burned. Almost as if she had swallowed glass. Did she scream in her sleep too? She sat up, at least her glasses had stayed on. Though she didn't remember coming back home. Her apartment was dark. It was rainy today and it will be rainy for the next two days. The clouds had covered the morning sun, rain pattered against the glass of her window.

That means it'll be humid. She groaned and fell back. Something poked her arm in the process. Ahn grabbed it and put it towards her face. "Huh... a stick. Wonder how that got there." She threw it aside and decided to go back to sleep.

"Ya! Wake up already, don't humans only need eight hours of sleep? It's been thirteen."

Thirteen? Wow, she had been tired. Ahn waved him off and twisted so her foot was outstretched. Of course surgery can do that to a person. She'll just have to make up for it later by going on a run. Wait-

Ahn gasped and stood up. She started hyperventilating. Yesterday? It had all been real? Sure enough her sheets were full of blood and dirt, small twigs and leaves had snuck their way in as well. Her knees were completely damaged. The top layer of the skin peeled off. It made her queasy. She fell over and the demon stepped out of the way so she wouldn't fall on him. "You're real."

"Very." Chanyeol looked impatient. He was frowning and looked a lot less excited than he had last night. He sighed and grabbed her arm, pulling her up. He led her to the window and pointed.

Outside below her window were seven figures. Humans, normal looking humans except they only stared at her. No emotions planted on their face, no movement that indicated that they were alive. Nothing. As if they were mannequins made of human flesh. She felt like throwing up. Ahn ran to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it in the process. Turning on the sink, she splashed water on her face.

This was real.

She hadn't been dreaming.

"Doors don't work on me." Chanyeol grinned, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "But they do work on the lowly demons outside your apartment."

"Get out!" She shrieked. "You pervert! I'm going to shower! Get out!" Ahn knew she should've worried about the demons outside her house waiting for her, or her destroyed knees. Yet right now, she couldn't hide the blush that crept up her neck. Her face felt warm. She had never had a guy at her place before, much less someone as... attractive as him. She threw a towel at him and it landed on his smiling face.

He deserved more. Ahn threw her toothbrush next, her toothpaste, face wash, anything she could find close by. Chanyeol ripped the towel off his face and stood up. "Pervert?! Me? Ya! Do you know who you're talking to?"

"A pervert!" She yelled. Ahn became brave. Forcing her legs to walk, she gripped his arms and led him out of the bathroom. "You're not supposed to intrude on women while they're in the bathroom you idiot!" She shoved him out and closed the door. He didn't look angry anymore but confused. His brows had knitted together as he contemplated what she told him.

Ahn leaned against the door, gasping for air. How stupid was she!? She just called a demon a pervert and kicked him out by force. She groaned and fell to the ground. This was too much to handle. Her brain couldn't process all of this. The demons, her eyes, everything that had happened last night. Right her eyes. Ahn went towards the mirror, taking off her glasses.

They definitely had changed. No more pretty brown eyes. They were exactly like Chanyeol's. They were his eyes... Ahn wanted to cry, but she didn't let it get to her. Instead she showered. Letting the water wash away all the blood, dirt and trauma from last night. When she got out, she would accept it and continue on. Learn about it more. Ask that pervert demon for more information.

He was sticking around her for a reason.

Ahn finished, taking care of her knees first, she wrapped a bandage around both of them and then wrapped a towel around her. When she went to the door she stopped. Was he still here? Cracking the door open a little, the smell of sausages and rice filled her nose. It smelled heavenly. Her mouth watered, she was hungry. Ahn poked her head out to see Chanyeol had changed from his weird turtleneck and leather to a normal human looking hoodie. It made her blush even more. Is this what having a boyfriend felt like?

No stop! Stop it! She slapped herself and the demon turned at the sound. "Finally." He rolled his eyes, stirring the fried rice. The rain outside picked up and she felt embarrassed. "I need to get dressed."

"What?" He spoke impatiently.

"I'm naked! I need to get clothes!" Ahn snapped at him again.

Chanyeol looked bewildered. He shook his head and walked over to her dresser. "I'll get it. What do you want?"

"No- no it's fine, I can get it." Ahn muttered not wanting him to see her messy underwear drawer. Chanyeol shrugged and went back to the kitchen. Ahn stepped out. "I need you to leave so I can get dressed."

"Ya! I'm not looking!" He spoke frustrated. "I forgot, before... I forgot how these things work. I wasn't trying to be a pervert."

He sounded embarrassed. Ahn laughed at that, not really sure how demons could get embarrassed and went to get her clothes quickly. "I'll get dressed in the bathroom."

She found a long black dress that was good to stay at home with and decided to go with it. Ahn ran back to the bathroom and quickly got dressed. He's weird. Was he actually a demon? Why was she so calm about having this strange man in the house? She shouldn't be. That was dangerous, she should question him more.

That's what she had decided on in the first place.

Ahn left the bathroom and sat down at her mini dining room that was really a small round table that only fit two chairs. Chanyeol carefully laid out the food in front of her and even went as far as giving her a glass of juice. Ahn raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"What?" He said, sounding like he was close to losing his temper.

"Why are you cooking for me?" She asked.

Chanyeol took a seat in front of her. His elbows rested on the table while he crossed his fingers, laying his chin on top of them. "You need to heal quickly. You strained yourself last night."

He was being nice. Why...?

"Can I trust you?" Ahn asked suddenly. "I mean, you're a strange man in my apartment. Am I safe?"

"No." He admitted. Chanyeol leaned back on his chair. "You are with me, but you're not safe. Also I'm not some strange man." He pointed at her glasses. "I'm the one who gave you your sight back."

"Oh." She touched the lenses softly. "Should I say thank you?"

"No. Now eat. You need your energy."

Ahn looked down at the stir fried rice. It looked so good...but she couldn't trust it yet. He could have poisoned it. She pushed it away and he stared in shock and anger. "Tell me everything first."

Chanyeol looked annoyed at that but nodded. "Fine. I'm a demon, those eyes used to be mine, they were transferred to you. Because of that all these lowly pathetic demons are trying to get their hands on you because eating you would make them more powerful."

Ahn choked on her juice. Chanyeol made a disgusted face and scooted his chair away.

"Eat me?!"

"Aish-" He went to the kitchen grabbing a napkin and came back. To her surprise, Chanyeol went behind her and started wiping her mouth like she was some sort of child. "They eat you, they get a piece of me. I'm a very powerful demon." He finished wiping her mouth and had the nerve to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Ahn jumped up in panic.

"So-" It was suddenly hot. Too hot. Her face felt red again. "W-what about the people in the black robes?"

Chanyeol looked at her and down at his own hands. "The light of God. TLOG for short. A stupid cult that's been on my ass for decades now." He shook his head. "Last night was the closest they've been to actually killing me. I blame you for that."

Ahn gripped the edge of the wall. "Demons, cults, god... I don't get any of this."

"I know, because you're stupid."

She frowned at him. "How can I trust you? You said I'm safe with you but I haven't heard a good reason why?"

Chanyeol walked towards her, so close that her back pressed against the wall and their chests almost touched. He was so tall. He smelled good... like expensive cologne. Can demons actually smell like that? He tapped on her glasses. "Because I don't want my eyes eaten and I don't want myself exorcised. Is that reason enough?"

It was. She gulped and nodded. He was so close. So....handsome, he was very handsome. "S-So how do I stop this? What can I do? I can't keep fearing for my life."

"Indeed you can't." Chanyeol leaned even closer, his hand pressing against the wall beside her. "There is one way to speed up the process. A way to make it harder for the other demons to get to you."

"What is it?"

"A contract. Between human and demon. It's something that's been done for centuries now but it's looked down on, well you can imagine why. This way you'll belong to me and I'll belong to you. It'll add a new barrier of protection." Chanyeol stared into her glasses but it felt like it was burning through the flimsy plastic and through to her actual eyes.

"And how do we do it?" Ahn didn't like the sound of this. Being tied down to a demon sounded like something straight out of a horror movie. She would definitely need to be exorcised after that. Maybe even possessed. Was he able to possess her? Chanyeol brought his mouth to her ear, her breathing picked up.

His lips lightly touched the lobe and it took everything in her not to make a sound. Ahn had never experienced this type of feeling before, her stomach flipped and heated all at once. He was so close. Too close. Were all demons like this? "How?" She asked again, trying to keep the conversation going. His breath tickled against her skin. It sent a shockwave through every nerve she had. Her body became painfully aware of his build and length.

He was so nicely built.

"We have sex."

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Chanyeol held the ice pack to his cheek. It burned like hell. Of course it did. That girl carried demon power in her. It had been able to go through the veil that separated the mortal world and the spirit world. All of that energy so she can land a slap on him.

"Aish!" He kicked the stool in front of him and it fell over, earning another scolding from Kiol. He didn't listen. What did he do wrong? He heard her heart rate pick up? She blushed? He cooked for her? What else could he have done? He was handsome too? Didn't that count for something?

"Maybe you're not her type." Kai grinned cheekily. Knowing it would set him off. Chanyeol threw the ice across the room, hitting a demon in the process.

"I don't get it. I failed?" Chanyeol had never failed before. Not with women at least. Though he hadn't tried the contract too many times. Only twice. One for a similar situation and the other... he didn't want to think about it. "I never fail."

Kai smiled, enjoying this a little too much. "Fine, I'll help you out, you're probably just rusty. It's been a while since you've even seen a woman. Demon and human alike."

"Shut up."

Kai picked up the stool and sat down in front of Chanyeol. "Tell me what you did."

Chanyeol told him everything. Even the embarrassing part like being called a pervert in the bathroom. Kiol listened in as well. When they finished he wanted to kick the stool again. This time just so he can send Kai rolling away. They both started laughing. They laughed for quite a long time until they were nearly out of breath. He didn't even know it was possible for demons. Kiol continued laughing, shaking his head and leaving to serve a group of demons their drinks.

Kai tried calming himself down but couldn't. "I'm sorry it's just that, I never thought I'd see one of the most powerful demons in this situation."

"Shut up." Chanyeol repeated himself.

"Wow, humans are a lot braver these days aren't they?" He chuckled and twisted to lay his arms on the bar. "Your first mistake was calling her stupid. Everyone hates being called stupid. Your second mistake was being nice and rude at the same time you probably confused her. Push and pull is good but not like that."

"I was nice."

"Not nice enough. She wants to trust you, so you need to be able to gain it. Become friends with her."

Chanyeol gritted his teeth. This was too much work but it would be a lot shorter than waiting for her to age and die off. That would be annoying. He didn't think he could spend that many years around her. So his only choice was to have her give him his eyes willingly. He had lied to her. The contract wasn't an equal trade. Demons would never be that stupid. Once it was made he was able to own her. It was the oldest trick in the book and something that traced centuries back. He would be able to get her to do anything he wanted. He planned to get the contract over with and demand she clawed her eyes out for him once they fully healed. He wanted to kick something again. "What do I do then?"

"Your third mistake is thinking she'd just want to sleep with you. Seriously you've gotten stupid haven't hyung?" Kai laughed again. "Listen, you have to romanticize her. Take her on dates."

"No."

"Make her feel like she's wanted but also respected."

"She's not wanted nor respected."

Kai raised his hands in defeat. "Then have fun spending the rest of her life protecting and being around her. You did well cooking for her, and explaining everything to her but try to be nicer."

Chanyeol didn't say another word. He was beyond annoyed. He stood up and left the bar. The gates to it glowed as he exited, finding himself back in the mortal world. In a liquor store that had been abandoned in the eighties. Chanyeol kicked a bottle and ran a hand through his hair. "Be nicer huh?" He had always been competitive. Maybe if he saw this as a competition or a game it would work in his favor. Fine.

He can be nice.

The nicest demon anyone had ever encountered.

Part 4 - It’s hard to Process:

Ahn hadn't been working. She should have but Chanyeol's voice kept ringing in her ear.

Sex.

We have sex.

Sex....

Intercourse??!

She groaned, leaning back on her office chair. The cubicles around her were mostly empty due to many people quitting recently. So now it was just her, Aera and Baekhyun on this floor. Aera had called off today, which wasn't surprising. She hated the rain. Baekhyun was in the cubicle in front of her. He wasn't working either. From what she could see he had been twirling his pencil while staring at the ceiling for the last thirty minutes.

Sex... Ahn wanted to scream. Why did she slap him?! Why did he disappear the second she had?! Chanyeol hadn't even looked angry; he had been as shocked as she had been. It served him right but...why did she do it?

"You're groaning a lot over there." Baekhyun leaned out of his walls to look at her. "Diarrhea?" He joked.

"Stop-" Ahn looked at her friend. He was human but he was as equally as pretty as Chanyeol. It helped her calm down. Sure, the demon was good looking but it didn't mean he had a right to ask that of her. To be so forward with her. Baekhyun tilted his head curiously, white hair falling over one eye.

He was beautiful. He had dyed it that color because requiem decided to make him the center for his good looks. It fit well. When he danced he looked like a celebrity and even when he didn't, he did. Ahn looked at him and asked her question before even thinking. "What do you think of sex?"

"Sex?" Baekhyun looked surprised. He then smiled and gave her a thumbs up "It's great!"

She threw a pen at him in response. Baekhyun dodged and laughed. "I'm being serious! It's great! Why ask though?"

"This guy asked me..." She stopped. Ahn couldn't tell him about Chanyeol being a demon or how she was in danger. She couldn't tell him anything so she made up a lie. "Hmm, this guy I went out with asked me to sleep with him on the first date."

A very very big lie.

Baekhyun stood up and walked over to her. "Ya! Who was it? I'll beat him up. Do you want me to talk to him? That's not how you treat a lady barely out of surgery."

She laughed and shook her head knowing very well that even though he sounded like he was joking, he meant it. It's how he was. He stopped and contemplated. "Unless you were okay with it, then no judgement here-" He winked.

"I'm not sure how I felt." She admitted.

"Then I would go on a couple more dates to see how you feel." Baekhyun placed his hands on his hips. "If you feel weirded out by him then-" He popped his lips and pretended to hit an invisible ball with an invisible baseball bat. "Out he goes."

She nodded, not really knowing what to do with that advice. It's not like she had been on a date or anything. How could she even face Chanyeol after slapping him like that? And why was she embarrassed of him as if he was actually a human and not some weird creepy demon? Ahn groaned and Baekhyun mimicked her, going back to his desk. The elevator door dinged and Sunja ran in. "There's a really hot guy downstairs asking for you!" She ran up to Ahn, grabbing her shoulders.

The smaller female shook her violently in a way she could feel was playful jealous. Sunja was a lot like her. Same age, in the same dance group and has never had a boyfriend. Both were good at dancing and both got along because of the mutual understanding that love was hard. Unlike her though, Sunja had 20/20 vision and was a lot smaller than Ahn. Also unlike her, her bangs were thick in the front while Ahn decided she wanted curtain bangs.

"You should have told me you got a boyfriend, the betrayal hurts!" She pinched Ahns cheeks and Baekhyun watched amused. Just like Ahn... Sunja was equally dramatic. Ahn whined trying to get Sunjas fingers off of her cheeks. They both started struggling while Ahn complained that she was going to pop them.

The elevator rang again and Baekhyun whistled. Ahn ignored him, trying to get Sunja off of her. Sunja decided to hug her now. "We were supposed to be in this together! You little snake!"

"You're going to kill me! I can't breathe!" Ahn yelled at her.

"We can't have that happening can we?"

They both stopped and looked at Chanyeol who was staring at them with the same frustrated look he seemed to sport around her. He was back to his leathers. He looked like the demon she met the other night. Except his eyes were a normal brown. Chanyeol suddenly glared at Sunja "Why are you hurting her? She's important to me."

Baekhyun bursted out laughing and it had Chanyeol turning his attention to him. Ahn was too busy dying of embarrassment.

Why would he say it like that?!

Sunja let go of her and went towards Baekhyun who was now standing up. He was significantly shorter than Chanyeol but both Ahn and Sunja were thinking the same thing.

They were alike after all.

Handsome. So handsome. Both of them.

"Are you the one who asked Ahn to have sex with her?" Baekhyun asked, no longer the jokester. His eyes were shooting warning daggers at Chanyeol and Chanyeol was returning them.

Sunja looked at her in surprise.

"I did. Why?" Chanyeol asked.

"Wait," Baekhyun laughed sarcastically. "That's not how you treat my friend. Don't start making her uncomfortable."

Chanyeol snorted and looked at Ahn. "Let's go. We need to talk."

Sunja seemed to be angry at him now too. She walked up to Chanyeol. "You pervert! Is that all you want from her? Tell us the truth!"

"Pervert?! Why does-?!" Chanyeol looked annoyed now. "Humans are so-" He stopped both sentences and smirked. "And what if it is? What if all I want is to touch her and pleasure her?"

Ahn's eyes widened. The heat in her stomach came back. Her eyes roamed over his body. No. Stop letting him win! Ahn took off her glasses and threw them roughly on the ground.

"Ya!" Chanyeol immediately bent to pick them up. He placed them back on her head carefully, earning bewildered glances from both her friends. "I told you to take care of the eyes!"

"See he cares about me, he's just being silly!" She said awkwardly. Ahn grabbed Chanyeol's arm, tugging him away from them and towards the elevator. He was dangerous. Maybe not to her, but probably to her friends. Surprisingly, Chanyeol let her lead him out. They reached the elevator and she waited until the doors closed to yell.

"Why were you trying to get them mad?! Why did you say that stuff? We barely know each other and you're already getting involved in my life like this? How'd you even find out where I worked?"

"How are my eyes?" He ignored her.

"My eyes are fine. They're healing." She muttered annoyed. Her blush hadn't gone down and she still wanted to keep touching him weirdly enough. Chanyeol crossed his arms, lost in his own thoughts.

Her hands formed into fists. "I'm not having sex with you. I've decided. Even- even if it'll help our situation and create less threats for me. I can't. Like I said we barely know each other and I've barely met you. It'd be weird." Plus she was a virgin. She didn't want to tell him that part though.

"Fine." Chanyeol shrugged. The doors opened and he walked out. Ahn followed behind. They left the office building and went out into the rainy streets of Seoul.

"Fine?" She asked. "So that's it? For a demon you're pretty lenient."

"I won't force you to. If you don't want to then fine." Chanyeol pointed across the street to two figures similar to the ones that had been outside her apartment. They smiled and stared at her like she was going to be their last meal on earth. Ahn edged closer to Chanyeol and he stepped away from her. He then frowned and went back to stand beside her. "Ah...Don't worry I'll keep you safe. They're not strong enough to take me on so they won't attack today. Though it's going to be annoying having to protect you twenty four seven."

"Thank you." She grabbed his sleeve and they walked across the street. Her heart pounded. Those faces were inhuman. Waxy and glazed over. Evil puppets. It was terrifying. Chanyeol put himself in front of her and they faded away. Like mist or fog the demons left.

"Don't be. I shouldn't have thrown that option out like it was nothing." Chanyeol grinned. "I mean for me it's nothing, but I know humans are sentimental creatures. Know each other or not, Demons run on different time. Five years can seem like an eternity for us."

"I think depending on the situation, it can seem like an eternity for humans too."

"What do you mean?"

"Like if you're trying to figure out life for example. Five years sounds like a long time, an eternity to get it done but before you know it, it's reached you. Time is scary like that for everyone. Even demons I'd guess."

"Interesting." Was all he said.

In five years would she be married? Would she have finally found a husband? A boyfriend even? Would she still be a virgin? Ahn looked at Chanyeol. He was technically her type. He was anyone's type. Tall, handsome, good voice.

"Maybe if we-"

He stopped to listen to her and she closed her mouth. What was she saying?! What was she about to suggest?! If they went on a couple dates and started dating? Of course he wouldn't want that. Ahn shook her head. "-Nevermind."

She wanted to run now. Not run away, but just run to get all these pent up feelings out. Looking down at her shoes, she shrugged and took off. They weren't the best for running but not the worst. At least she hadn't worn heels today. Behind her she could hear Chanyeol yelling at her. Ahn ignored him and kept running. It felt good to run. Small droplets of water hit her face and she took them all in.

Her knees ached but it was fine. Chanyeol was running behind her. That's fine too. Ahn ran into the park and started her first lap around the track. It's something she always did after work. If not, she would go and practice dancing with Baekhyun, Sunja and the rest of requiem. She focused on the path in front of her, the dark grey cement that had been colored by the rain. Her shoes that came and went one at a time depending on foot.

She continued running until Chanyeol appeared in front of her, she crashed into him but he held her upright. "What did I say about being careful?!"

Her vision was blurring again. Ahn shoved him away. "I'm fine, I just have to keep moving." She started running again but was stopped by Chanyeol as he grabbed her wrist.

"This healing process is going to be impossible with you isn't it?"

"Why do you care so much?!" She tried pulling her hand away but he was stronger. The rain picked up, plastering her hair down. "You said you don't want your eyes eaten but you're dead right? Or at least a form of it? Why do you care about them? Why can't I just have them? Why don't all these demons leave me alone!?"

There it was. What she had been avoiding. Ahn wasn't one to complain often but right now she was angry, frustrated and scared. She hadn't had enough time to process all of this. She had tried accepting it and shutting everything else down. There probably would never be enough time to process.

There weren't enough years in her life for her to come to terms with what was happening. She didn’t think she could ever get used to it. Chanyeol only stared at her as she yelled at him. The water didn't reach him. He wasn't getting wet. As if an invisible protective layer had been built around him. She looked down at their hands, even her hand was wet, except for the rest he held.

Nothing made sense.

"Why?" Ahn asked him. "Why Are your eyes so important to you? I get it for the lower demons but why you? I need to know more!"

Chanyeol didn't answer. Instead his gaze shifted to her hair. "You're going to get sick, let's get you home."

"Also that. Are you a nice person or an asshole? I don't get it either. You're so weird." She pulled her arm and this time he let go. Ahn walked out of the park and towards her apartment. He hadn't answered her and judging by his facial expression he wasn't going to.

She deserved an explanation didn't she? Ahn knew she did. Why couldn't her surgery come with normal side effects? No, she had to get a demon and a cult. Ahn had never been religious, this was all new to her.

She didn't check if Chanyeol was behind her.

Making it back to her apartment, thanks to the water, her shoes made a stupid noise with every step made. She took the stairs, grateful Chanyeol didn't annoy her with a 'take the elevator' comment. When she reached the front door, the sweet smell of soup and bread filled her nose.

Ahn rushed in to find her mother by the stove warming up a pot she had brought. Ahn looked back to see that Chanyeol wasn't there. How long had he been gone?

Oh well. He was probably mad at her.

"I'll be out of your hair. I know you hate me visiting unannounced." Her mom muttered. She wiped her hands on a dish rag and hugged her.

Ahn accepted it, not really knowing what to say except a small thank you. Her mom patted her head and walked towards her bed. "I also brought your things back from the hospital. Your personality always amazes me. You were able to make a friend in such a short amount of time. Wish you were that nice to me and your father though."

"What?"

"Your friend, what was it? Abel? Gabe?" She shuffled through the tote bag filled with her belongings and took out a small piece of folded paper.

"Gabriel?" Ahn asked, taking the note.

"That's right! Gabriel, he was such a sweet boy. Very sick though. It's sad seeing someone so young look like that. Do you think he has a chance of getting better?"

Her mom kept rambling on. Ahn ignored her, shakily opening the note. The one time Chanyeol decides to leave her alone is the one time he should be here. She didn't want any of this. In very bad handwriting read a simple message in black ink. So simple her mother wouldn't be able to go detect anything off with it, but enough that she would understand.

To my junk food buddie:

I hope we can talk again soon!

- Gabriel

How soon was he thinking? Did the cult know where she lived? Ahn looked at her mom "Did you tell him where I live?"

"No! Should I have?"

She shook her head. "N-No, no. Don't tell anyone."

"I'm not just handing out your address to everyone I meet you know?" Her mom sighed, going to the stove again. She started telling her about the different ingredients she had put in the soup.

"That sounds delicious!" Ahn faked a happy tone and walked over to the window. There were two figures today. A man and woman, smiling up at her. Both looked like they were in their late forties. She wanted her mom to leave but would it be dangerous? Ahn pressed her hand against the window, both bodies shifted closer. It reminded her of zoo animals.

Specifically one time when she witnessed the handlers waving the food in front of the glass display for the monkeys to see. Some had stared, happily waiting. While most... most had gone wild. When would these demons get desperate enough to do the same thing? Her breath shook.

Those smiles were nothing human.

Chanyeol came up behind them. The vanished quickly and he looked up at her. Ahn sighed in shamed relief. All those things said to him only for her to be happy when he was here to protect her. She should keep him around.

At least for now.

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Chanyeol frowned, he followed Ahn's birth mom until she got home safely. He didn't know why he was doing it but it would definitely earn him points in her favor.

He quickly landed on the rooftop of the last building which was a small convenience store. There, in front of it he could see Ahn's childhood home he presumed. Her mother opened the door and walked in. He didn't leave until he heard the door click.

And then he was off again.

Chanyeol sped back towards the girl's apartment. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop sometimes getting the energy to transport himself a couple feet. He was nicer today... so he thought. He probably shouldn't have pushed her friends but they had irritated him.

What was it with humans calling him a pervert lately?!

If only they knew he could crush them. Even possess them if he went far enough. Ahn had also pushed him too far today. All those questions. He hadn't been prepared. His energy crackled and burned at his fingertips. He had to leave her for a moment before he set something on fire.

Why were his eyes so important to him? Well that was a secret of his own. Something she didn't deserve to know. Not even Kiol and Kai knew. Chanyeol went through the window without letting the glass open. Ahn was in the shower... like always. He sighed and sat down on her bed. Something slipped and fell on the ground. It clattered loudly. He cursed and bent down to pick it up.

It was....

He didn't know. Chanyeol stared at it confused. It was square-ish and made of mostly glass from what he could tell. It was warm too. There was a rubber case around it. The thing lit up and he stared at it. It was almost like a mini television.

"Interesting." He muttered. Instead of a show there were a bunch of words on the screen. Chanyeol gripped it sideways and it turned the words to the right position. Even more interesting. He quietly started reading.

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Ahn was prepared today.

She had brought her clothes in the bathroom just in case Chanyeol had come back. She covered herself more than usual too. Usually wearing shorts and a crop top to sleep, Ahn had picked out loose sweatpants and a sweater to wear instead. For modesty.

Walking out of the bathroom she found Chanyeol on the ground, back against her bed with one foot stretched out and the other bent with the knee facing the ceiling. Did he know how much of a model he looked like doing that? He probably didn't care. He was too busy staring at her phone.

Her...Phone.

"No!" Ahn shouted, rushing to him and snatching the phone out of his hands.

"Ya!" Chanyeol stood up trying to grab it back from her. She didn't let him, Ahn stretched her arm back as far as it went so he wouldn't reach. He stretched too almost tripping over.

"I'm trying to finish the story!"

"You were reading it!?" Ahn's voice came out in almost a squeak. She held out a hand stopping him. "How much did you read?"

"The part where he put his mouth between her thighs and-"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Ahn was embarrassed all over again. She might actually die from it this time. She locked her phone and tucked it in her pocket.

Chanyeol grinned and stood straight. "It's funny, Your heart is beating wildly. I'm guessing you've read this too? Literature has gotten very erotic. Though, I can do better than the guy in the story."

Better!? This was supposed to be Sunja's nastiest fic yet. Ahn was mortified. She had opened her phone to find a million texts from her friends but the link to Sunja's new story had her running to shower so she could cuddle up in bed and read it. She must have left her phone unlocked in the process. Ahn slid to the floor, crossing her legs and burying her hands in her face. "I can't believe you read that."

"Is this your favorite author?"

She laid completely now, tucking her body in and pressing her knees to her chest. "Sunja wrote it." Her words came out muffled by her hands.

"Who?"

"The girl you met today. With the black hair and bangs."

"The one torturing you?"

Ahn nodded. She heard Chanyeol sit down beside her. Ahn twisted to look at him, he was smiling at her. Actually smiling. He seemed to be over whatever mood he had been in at the park today. Ahn sat up and glared at him. "What?"

"Nothing. You'll just slap me again."

She frowned yet felt better that he was here now. At least she won't have to worry about someone attacking her right now. Which reminded her... Ahn pointed behind him to Gabriel's letter. Chanyeol turned around and grabbed it, he unfolded it and read it slowly.

His face changed. His eyes darkened and the paper in his hands disintegrated as if he had burned them without flames. "The cult." He muttered. "Do they know where you live?"

She shook her head. "Not yet, it sounds like they're trying to find out."

"They'll have more people next time."

It was still raining outside. A strike of lightning painted the sky, the room filled with a white light and in that moment she could see figures. It only lasted a second, as much as it took for the room to light up and darken again. But at that moment, Ahn saw multiple figures. A crowd of shadows in the shape of humans surrounding them. Ahn stood up, suddenly scared for her life. Chanyeol looked up at her and then looked around.

"Don't worry, they're not demons. Just spirits."

"Ghosts?" That didn't make it any better.

"The spirit world and the human world are in the same plane of existence. A thin veil separates it but technically, they walk amongst the living. They won't hurt us, some don't even know they're dead." Chanyeol looked towards her bathroom, his voice came out low and serious . "Many can't even see you. You can only see them because you have my eyes."

Ahn followed his gaze but saw nothing now. A shiver crawled up her back and she walked towards her bed. Getting under the sheets, Ahn covered herself until she felt safe. Something she hadn't done since she was a child.

It was useless to freak out again. "Chanyeol-" she whispered.

"Hm?"

"Can you stay the night?"

"You want to do the contract?" He joked.

She didn't feel like joking. Ahn closed her eyes and pretended like she hadn't seen those figures. Pretended like she hadn't heard Chanyeol. "Just no funny business. Just stay by my side."

"Don't worry, I'm nice. Get your rest. Demons don't sleep."

Ahn didn't know why he had to sneak in the nice part in but took that as a good sign, though something in his voice sounded off when he said the last part. It almost sounded like he was angry at the fact.

Either way she fell asleep.

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lenna-z · 1 year

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Picture taken from the link here.

This is a Virgil/Kayo fic that I couldn't stop thinking about.

I have so many fics to finish in my drafts but this got in the way and I really couldn't stop myself :)

To avoid misunderstandings;

Italicized words in sentences are the words I want to emphasize.

Italicized sentences in quotation marks are conversations that happened in the past.

Italicized sentences that are not in quotation marks are the thoughts of the character.

I hope you enjoy!

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The Thing Between Them

She was tired. It was really hard for her to accept, but she was tired.

She had emerged from Shadow in a way that wasn't graceful to her, and immediately headed for the showers.

She knew it would be difficult to get to the shower if she went to her room. Even the thought of sleeping was restful. She didn't even need a bed or a pillow, she could sleep if she just closed her eyes.

The shower woke her up a bit, but she was still tired.

As she walked through the living room, the messy remnants of the party she had missed hours ago stood out.

Actually, it was impossible not to notice, some decorations had come up to the stairs.

She could celebrate Virgil's birthday tomorrow - no... morning. It was already the day after his birthday.

She wanted to go to him first and never leave again. Really. But it was 4 in the morning and he must have been asleep already.

So she went to her room, quietly.

The familiar scent of perfume in her room was comforting. It's like he just left her room...

This was normal as they spent the night in each other's rooms.

It wasn't every night. They were being very careful not to get caught, but that didn't stop her from memorizing the scent of his perfume.

Especially when she steals one of his shirts that smells like him. Lumberjack shirts were starting to look appealing in a not so strange way.

" Your shirts are nice, maybe I can get one to wear when everyone on the island finds out about us..."

Even though she wore his shirt to temporarily cover her body, which was dressed much less than usual at the time, she was serious in her words.

Virgil had never insisted on telling the others what was between them.

It was something between them at first, she knew with all her heart that she loved him now.

" Kay..? Love?"

He had no idea what he was doing to her. And when he first called her love, she had hoped that her heart rate was normal according to science.

She was really angry that day. And she had devoted the whole night to destroying the punching bag.

And she could do it if only Virgil hadn't called her that.

She didn't know what to do, she just slipped into his arms and shed silent tears.

"I'm sorry love, I'm fine."

What she said shouldn't have sounded normal... but the words had fallen from her lips unwittingly and she hadn't even realized what she was saying until his eyes froze as he stared at her.

Neither had slept for the rest of the night. Virgil had listened to her, without question and with interest.

He didn't know how much she needed him. He had pulled her out of a well and he didn't know it.

She had never thanked him enough, and this day she realized that it might not be as much time as they thought.

There was just... a question she was afraid to ask even herself.

She was focused on sleeping until she saw a box in the corner of the bed. It was too big to be a jewelry box, she should have noticed as soon as she entered her room...

She wasn't expecting a package anytime soon, and she wasn't actually expecting a gift either.

She lifted the lid of the box, a green lumberjack-style shirt neatly folded.

She didn't need anything to know who it was from. However, when she involuntarily grabbed the shoulders of the shirt and lifted it, a note appeared behind the dress-style shirt.

...

You no longer have to wait for everyone on the island to find out about us

...

She wanted to run to him and hug him not caring what time it was.

She probably wouldn't need to do that. Footsteps approached, some too quiet to be heard.

Virgil wasn't content with not being able to do anything before she noticed or woke up. But that was her job, and she was sensitive to his presence.

So she didn't have to wait for him to realize it was him.

"Today is your birthday. You could've at least waited until I gave you your gift."

A growl came from behind her.

"Technically the day after my birthday."

Yes, she had noticed this before.

One arm wrapped around her waist and the other gently gripped her neck.

His warm breath slid down her neck to her cheek as she effortlessly found his hands, and he placed a small kiss.

"And now, I got my gift." He held her tighter than ever.

So he knew what happened today. She was close to death once again.

"So... Did you like your gift?" She could feel his breath on her skin as he spoke.

It was impossible not to hear the sarcasm in his voice, but she knew he was doing it to make her smile.

So she smiled.

And he knew she wouldn't want to talk about what happened today.

She looked at the messy appearance of the dress on the bed, which she literally left in the air to hold his hands.

She didn't even need to check that it was her own size.

Squares has been created with stripe patterns in blueish green color on white.

There was also a thin white belt to wrap around her waist and it looked really pretty when she combined it on her head.

"I love it. Thank you, love."

Their generosity was undeniable when it came to a Tracy. And she had learned not to say 'no need' to Virgil Tracy any time, if he wanted or bought something.

When they first started dating, she wasn't used to being given presents. Virgil's answer was always the same; "You deserve the world, Kay."

"Its color is beautiful." She said as she turned towards him.

"Still, your eyes are my favorite color." He whispered as he pulled her into a kiss.

He had a slight taste of coffee on his lips. It seemed normal to her at first. He drank coffee every morning.

Most days she'd catch him alone with coffee in hand, and get a little kiss.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I could not sleep." He must have known she didn't believe him because his eyelids fell.

He had stayed awake for her.

With all her strength, she got on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She inhaled her scent as his arms quickly wrapped around her waist.

What had happened today had shown her that she had to tell him everything she couldn't say before it was too late.

"I love you so much, Virgil Tracy." Her voice was muffled as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He kissed her damp hair and she could feel his breath in her ears. "I know. I know, Kay. Did something happen? Is it about what happened today?"

She lifted her head to look into his eyes. Pure worry gleamed in his eyes.

"Do you know how precious you are to me? What would I do without you? Virgil-"

"We almost lost you today, Kay. And I-"

"Every day. Every day we can lose each other... We always think we have too much time but-" She rested her forehead on his chest and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry... I ruined our moment."

"Hey, hey... Do not be sorry. This is our moment. Laughing, crying, even arguing, I'm grateful for all of them."

He moved her hands slowly to her head, to her cheeks.

"And I want us to live more of these." He slapped her forehead for a kiss and continued. "I love you, Kay. Too much. And I know how much you love me. I don't need words to see this, okay?"

How?

She replied with just a small nod.

A deep breath tickled her ears as arms wrapped around her waist again. "There is something else you want to talk about."

Sometimes she forgot that he knew her better than she did. Damn, they could have done so much nicer things right now than this conversation.

"It scares me sometimes."

He didn't understand and was looking at her with questioning eyes.

"How much we love each other." She took a breath and continued. "Virgil... If you have to choose between me and your family-"

"You're family too, Kay."

Today a man had to choose between his wife and brother. It was quite possible for them to be in the same situation in their work.

The man certainly couldn't choose and Kayo had positioned himself to ensure that they both survived. She had come face to face with death.

"I know but-"

"Kay, When I consider both separately, both options will kill me... I know what you're scared of, and I'm scared too."

"Virgil, I don't want this to end."

He kissed her forehead again as he hugged her tighter. "I'm glad we want the same thing."

God. What would she do without him?

"You haven't slept in hours, Kay. You're tired and don't object, your eyes are giving you away."

"You too." She said trying not to yawn.

He had stayed awake for her... and what were they talking about now...

"You should have had a drink and some fun, Virgil, and you should have been asleep at this hour."

"You know I'm not a great drinker..."

She didn't believe him, either this time, and when he realized that, he averted his eyes in disappointment.

"I couldn't have done anything, Kay. You could have died there and I couldn't have done anything."

"I'm so sorry. I ruined your birthday, I-"

"It's not a birthday that I care about, Kay, it's just you. I don't care about anything else right now." His hands gripped her tightly, as if convincing himself that she was here. And she never wanted him to leave.

His hands went to her cheeks again and he kissed her.

"Now, you are going to bed. If you don't sleep, Gordon will always talk about the dark circles under your eyes."

She was too tired to turn this offer down.

She was really starting to have a headache, damn how many hours had she been up?

Normally at this time they would leave each other's rooms. The early birds of the island would soon wake up.

But she didn't want his to leave her.

"I do not want you to go."

The hands holding her loosened but still kissed her forehead.

"I will lock the door."

Under normal circumstances, what they said might sound a little... dirty.

But most of the time it was their normal, she walked slowly to the bed as Virgil pulled away from her with a small nod and a grunt.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to leave you either, but at this hour-"

"Come to the bed, love." Then they would find something to say to the others. Then when she looked at him, his eyes said he didn't want to go. "God... What did I do to deserve you?"

He didn't want to go, but he still asked because she didn't want the others to know about them...

When he somehow turned off the light, she could feel him, even if she couldn't see him.

"You deserve the world, Kay."

When he finally comes to her, she curled up against his chest and a happy mutter escaped her mouth. "I love you."

He started to stroke her hair gently.

"Love you too." He said while kissing her head.

Today, he couldn't celebrate his birthday because of her.

He had never forced her into something she didn't want.

He had saved her countless times before.

He deserved much better.

"Virgil?"

"Hm?"

His hand was still in her hair.

"I want to tell them about us."

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All mistakes are my own, there is a high probability of grammatical mistakes, I corrected another mistake almost every time I read it...

I saw this shirt while surfing the web... and then this fic was living in my brain rent-free for days.

I hope you like it!

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #thunderbirds fanfiction #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #I am in love with their love #virgil/kayo #lenna writes #fanficton

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