#Quick Click Hosting

[whatsupspaceman]

made this specifically for the 90s 2000s kids. don’t ask me why i grouped them like this i simply was going on vibes

[alygator77]

──little things like this

a/n. just something small i felt like writing 🫶🏻 what i imagine grocery shopping with satoru would be like.

cw. domestic fluff. dad! satoru. husband! satoru. and just... satoru being satoru. also, he's missing you (like, a lot).

You should’ve known better than to bring him.

It was supposed to be a quick trip—milk, eggs, veggies, rice, soy sauce. Easy. You had dinner planned and everything. His favorite—the one he always says you make better than anyone. The one he begged you to cook the first night he stayed over, back when you were still figuring each other out in that too-small apartment with the broken stove and mismatched bowls. He used to sit barefoot on the counter, freshly showered, stealing bites before you could plate anything.

But now?

Now you’re married to Satoru Gojo, and he’s pushing your daughter through a grocery store like it’s the highlight of his week—sunglasses shoved into his windblown white hair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He’d just come off a string of missions, barely enough time to breathe between them, but when you mentioned needing to grab a few things, he immediately offered to come. Said he missed you. Said he wanted to do “normal stuff.”

Which might’ve sounded sweet, sure—until somewhere between produce and frozen foods, he completely veered off-script. And now, fifteen minutes in, your cart is a sugar bomb. Sour gummies. Five flavors of Pocky. A jumbo bag of marshmallows no one in your household has ever requested.

Though here he is, your husband, pushing your cart with one hand, lighting up in pure joy at every little treat you come across through the aisles.

“Satoru Gojo…” you deadpan as he reaches for a pack of cookies. “That is not on the list.”

Clicking his tongue, he holds them up like a sacred offering.

“Buuut… neither were you,” he hums, batting those ridiculously pretty blue eyes. “And yet—best thing I ever brought home.”

Narrowing your eyes, he smirks.

“’toru…” you sigh. “I really don’t think we need more sugar in this cart.”

Tilting his head, he pretends to ponder. “Need? …nah,” he tosses them in the basket anyway. “But, deserve? Absolutely.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to the list on your phone. You have… what—three items checked off? You’re pretty sure Satoru has added at least seven more. And, he seems to be multiplying his haul by the minute.

As you make your way down the next aisle, your daughter’s delighted squeal draws your attention. Glancing over your shoulder, there is Satoru—holding up two bags of candy to her like a game show host.

“Mmkay princess… choose wisely,” he whispers, low and dramatic. “Red or blue. You get one.”

Babbling, her little hands reach forward, grasping for the blue one.

“Ahhh… strong choice,” he nods, handing it over. And then, with zero shame, he drops the red bag into the cart behind her back.

“Ahem…” you squint, and he straightens. “You said one?”

“What? She picked hers,” he says, all innocence, sliding his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose. “This one’s mine.”

You groan, laughing despite yourself, as he resumes pushing the cart—now like it’s a racecar, swerving down the aisle while your daughter giggles.

“Please don’t teach her to shop like you,” you call out.

“Too late~” he sing-songs, vanishing around the corner, muttering under his breath, “Drifting into dairy… snack thrusters engaged…”

You sigh—but there’s no real frustration in it. Just warmth. Familiarity. Love.

Because sometimes you forget—you’re not in that cramped apartment anymore, counting coins and comparing brands. Not since Satoru. You still catch yourself reaching for the cheapest option, still instinctively scan barcodes and double-check price tags. But he never even looks. He just fills the cart like it’s second nature. Like full shelves and soft snacks and mochi picked on a whim are things you deserve.

You’re still learning how to live like this—where love doesn’t feel like a debt, and money isn’t something to fear. And even though he could buy out the entire store without blinking, he still treats picking out snacks with you like it’s the most important thing he’ll do all week.

Shaking your head, you turn back to the list. Soy sauce. You still need soy sauce for his dinner.

But as you round the corner, you don’t find the aisle you’re looking for—you find him instead, crouched in front of the freezer, elbows resting on his knees, two tubs of ice cream in hand.

Why is he studying them like he’s trying to defuse a bomb? He looks… entirely perplexed.

“Satoru…” you step up beside him, brow raised. “You good?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He doesn’t look up. “Just, uh… evaluating options.”

Glancing down at the tubs—matcha and black sesame—you fold your arms.

“Umm… you evaluating them for fun, or is this, like, an actual crisis?”

“Mmm… crisis is a strong word,” he mutters, still avoiding your gaze. “It’s just… strategy. Y’know. Ice cream strategy.”

Crouching down beside him, you rest your hand on his knee.

“Uh-huh…?”

There’s a pause.

Then, he sighs through his nose. “Alright… fine. I… couldn’t remember which one you liked more,” he admits. “I thought it was matcha. But then I remembered that one week you wouldn’t touch it, so now I’m stuck here like a dumbass, spiraling in the frozen aisle…”

You try not to laugh. “You’re spiraling over ice cream?”

“I’m spiraling because it’s you,” he huffs. “I wanted to surprise you… thought maybe we could stay up late and eat it in bed like we used to?”

Your teasing slips away, replaced with something soft.

“Oh… Satoru.”

He shrugs, like it’s no big deal, but there’s something in the way his voice lowers when he speaks again.

“I just… dunno. It feels like it’s been forever. Between missions, work, parenting—you’ve been running around nonstop. I just wanted tonight to feel kinda normal again. After dinner—after the princes goes to bed. Just… us? Even if it’s just ice cream.”

You watch him for a beat—your husband, who can bend reality, stand at the edge of the world, and still get hung up over picking the right tub of ice cream for you.

“I… like them both,” you mumble, bumping his shoulder gently against yours. “So why not both?”

He exhales like it physically relieves him. “Oh, thank god.”

You both stand, and without hesitation, he tosses both tubs into the basket.

“But… don’t go picking at mine and then pretending you didn’t like that flavor, okay?”

Grinning, you step ahead of him.

“Oh, I will steal yours. That’s marriage, babe.”

With a quiet laugh, he falls into step behind you.

“Brat.”

By the time you reach checkout, your cart holds three kinds of mochi ice cream, a suspiciously large bag of seaweed snacks, and absolutely no bread. Your daughter’s holding her bag of candy like it’s a stuffed animal, fussing while you try to scan it, and you’re juggling a reusable bag, along with what’s left of your patience while she begins to cry.

Noticing your frustration, Satoru slips in, insisting on scanning everything himself—for you. But when the self-checkout machine beeps loudly, his brows furrow and he pouts.

“The fuck? I did scan the damn carrots…” he mutters, narrowing his eyes, fumbling with the touch screen. “Don’t gaslight me... stupid thing..."

You sigh, somehow his presence makes the monotony feel… warm. And though this ‘quick trip’ has become what feels like an all-day event, you can’t deny how much you have also missed this man.

Outside, the air is soft with the promise of evening. Your daughter’s nodding off in her car seat, still hugging the candy bag like a teddy bear. Satoru loads the bags into the trunk with a proud little huff, dusting off his hands like he’s accomplished something huge.

“See?” he says, flashing a grin as he climbs into the passenger seat. “Told you grocery shopping as a family would be fun.”

You glance at the receipt. Then at him.

“You spent more in the snack aisle than on actual food….”

“I live off sugar and love. You know this.”

You roll your eyes, laughing under your breath as you slide into the driver’s seat. But as you buckle your seatbelt and glance down at the grocery list again, your heart sinks a little.

Did you…? Fuck.

You forgot the soy sauce.

Exhaling slowly, your gaze drifts over to Satoru in the passenger seat—slouched comfortably, eyes closed, perfectly content. The fading sun glows across his face, catching the edges of his smile.

“Y’know… I was gonna make your favorite tonight.”

His eyes open slowly. “Oh yeah?”

You nod. “But… we forgot the soy sauce.”

"...oh." He grimaces, genuinely. “Shit… I really thought I grabbed it,” he scratches the back of his head. “Want me to run back in real quick?”

You pause, then look at your daughter sleeping in the rearview mirror. Her gentle snore. The quiet hum of the car. The warmth in the air.

“No…” you murmur. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

You look at him again, and it hits you—not the ice cream, not the dinner. Little things like… this. Him. Her. This whole imperfect evening.

“Yeah… let’s get takeout,” you say, shifting the car into reverse. “We'll cuddle in bed. Split some ice cream.”

He smiles again, slow and warm.

“Deal.”

[saymio]

Silent Obsession

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (the front man) x Fem!reader

Summary: your husband was missing, and all you did for days was stay at home crying your eyes out...waiting for your dearest husband to come home. this was until inho had decided to come give you a little visit while you were all alone and vulnerable.

Warning: dead dove: do not eat, noncon, degradation, light bdsm, manipulation, In-ho is obsessed with you, rough sex, mentioned age gap (20 years), cheating (not rlly), there might be more but I'm too lazy to write it.

A/N: not proof read. this takes place during s1. (most/all of the beginning contains junho x reader content)

7.2k Words

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it was 2015, just a few days ago your boyfriend junho had invited you to meet his family on the day of his brothers birthday. his brother was turning 40 and they were hosting a small party, just a few people... and your boyfriend thought this would be a great time to invite you to meet his mom and brother. he was ecstatic at the thought, he really wanted his family to get to know you since last year he had met yours. and he was really serious about you... but it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. hell, you were scared. you wanted to leave a good impression on his family, this was the man you wanted to marry. if his mom didnt approve of you what could you say? she was wrong? that her opinion didn't matter? these thoughts swarmed your head for hours every day....

junho was driving the two of you from your small shared apartment to his moms place. you were sitting in the passenger seat as you stared out the window of the car, you were shaking... not from the cold but from the anxiousness you were brimming with. your fingers tapped against the interior of the car, your nails making a clicking sound every time they touched the material. "are you cold y/n? I told you itd be cold today..you should've worn a bigger jacket" junho glanced at you for a second before staring back at the road and sighing. he hated when this happened, when youd be so insistent in not 'ruining' your outfit that you wouldn't pay attention to whether you'd be cold or not. this always happens! ..but he always wears a jacket for you. because he knows you'll end up shivering from the cold gusts of wind and he cant stand the thought of you suffering from the freezing temperatures. you let out a small chuckle, it was barely over a whisper but junho heard you loud and clear. "why're you laughing.." he frowned a little, not because he's upset or mad at you but just because you werent taking the situation that seriously. "what if you catch a cold? at least think about me when you dress this way..you know I hate when you're in pain.." the last part of his sentence was soft and quiet, as if he was murmuring to himself..making sure you wouldn't hear him. "stop worrying so much babe...I'm not cold or anything.. just a little jittery, its my first time meeting your family after all." you giggled at his genuine worry for you, he was such a drama queen. making these small actions seem so much more serious then they were..but its something that made you love junho. how kind and protecting he was of the people he cared about. "nervous? you don't have to be nervous y/n...I'm sure they'll love you." junho's right hand made its way to your left hand. holding it tight before giving you a soft gentle smile. his ability to sooth you with just his smile had to be studied, he truly was an angel on earth to you, like he had a halo on his head 24/7. you leaned forward a little and left a quick peck on his cheek, quickly leaning back down to your seat and looking away from him. but at the corner of junhos eyes he could see how red you've gotten...he thought it was adorable. how the two of youve been dating for 2 years but you still got flustered over small kisses. you were so innocent and kind, the exact woman he needed in his life...

but little did junho know, he was right. his family did love you..especially his brother.

you had arrived at his mothers house, .. your nerves were spiking, how should you introduce yourself? what if the cake you made was still raw? what if inho doesn't like his present? these thoughts ran through your head as you two waited for someone to open the door. your finger nails tapping against the box the cake you had made was in. the sound deafening you as you just wanted the damn door to open already. you really just hoped youd make a good impression... after what felt like an eternity the door opened, behind to door revealed the birthday boy himself, Hwang In-ho. junho just shook his hand before you bowed at him slightly before shaking his hand and introducing himself briefly. "happy birthday In-ho, my names y/n" In-ho just nodded coldly at you, if the harsh winds outside didn't freeze you his stares did. he stepped aside, allowing the two of you in. he lead the both of you up the apartment complex stairs, your heels making a loud click sound echo though the staircase with every step you took. after only a bit of walking up stairs you had reached the door to where the party was being hosted.. . . when junho had told you itd be a 'party' you expected a family gathering with like 15 people, but upon arrival you quickly realized..it was truly just him, his brother and mom celebrating inho's birthday today. you were pleasantly surprised, you hated large groups of people..it made you skittish and always super nervous. so just 3 other people being there calmed your nerves down, alot. the apartment was small and cozy, very homey and nice. his mother had made a mini feast with delicious foods and decorated the place with a few balloons and banners. it was a seemingly wholesome sight of a mother doing something nice for her sons special day, it made your heart warm up inside your chest as you took a seat at the table. "hi honey, what's your name?" junho's mother grabbed one of your hands, cupping it with the both of hers. you felt yourself blush and smile, you had barely even been inside yet his mother was being so kind already. her soft gentle voice, and kind soft eyes. it was everything that's junho was. "y/n, what about you miss?" you were trying your best to be as polite as possible, you didn't want to tip her off and cause her to hate you.. but you felt kind of uncomfortable.. inho..he was staring at you alot. and it was like he wasnt trying to hide it, his dark eyes piecing into your soul. as if he were looking for the innocence inside of you... to take it away from you. the entire day just led to you getting more and more uncomfortable. you weren't able to stare into his eyes because you felt if you did he would just jump onto you not giving a shit about his mother and brother being there too. "y/n, what would you say if your favorite thing about junho?" inho spoke, his deep voice sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine.. this entire atmosphere..it was odd. but it was like only you caught onto it. you stared at inho before turning to junho...he was blushing. he tried keeping a stoic face but you could tell he was getting flustered before you even spoke. his ears tinted in a light pink an so was his neck. "ah.. well his kindness..I think its the main reason I fell in love...he's very kind and soft spoken to people. at least until they do something wrong..but either way he's an angel." a gentle smile took over your face, you stared at junho and then at inho to continue your sentence..it was obvious you were head over heels for this man.. "he's just a very likable man." inho smiled at you, not speaking a word but it was like his face said them all for you. but they weren't the words you'd expect a caring older brother to say, it was more like a .. 'wow how nice.' but in a sarcastic tone.. his mother on the other hand.. "aww how sweet! young love, its so beautiful." she clasped her hands together before grabbing your forearm and staring up at you with twinkling eyes, it was like she was already envisioning your wedding and family with junho. "promise me you'll take care of my son, okay?"

it was a little past 10pm by now, everyone had eaten a slice of cake and junho's mother adored it. junho was right, his mom did love you. she was already talking about marriage and how she wouldnt be surprised if you made the wedding cake because the one you had brought today was "just too delicious!" you laughed and giggled at her antics, your face flushed in embarrassment. you turned to look at inho, who was staring at you intensely. your happiness almost instantly vanished as you shuffled in your chair. maybe he was upset you hadn't given him his gift yet...that should do it!! maybe he'd stop once you did. "a- inho, I brought you a gift." his eyes widened and it had seemed like he just heard life changing news, maybe he really was just sulking over a present..it was kind of cute. you grabbed your bag from your feet next to you and shuffled around until you found a yellow box, you pushed it towards inho and smiled. your tried your best to give a genuine, heartfelt smile even though you felt uncomfortable with all his glances and stares. he smiled at you, this time it seemed a little less fake...but still not genuine. he opened the box, it was a watch. a very beautiful one. it was shimmering under the dinning room light, a light white silver with simple but detailed engravings on the band of the watch. it was beautiful and it definitely wasn't the cheapest, you don't remember how much it was exactly since you had bought it the same day junho had told you about his brothers birthday..but you knew it was enough to make you wince at the receipt. "I left the receipt folded under the cloth Incase it isn't to your li-" you were cut off by inhos voice, it was calm, not as cold as it was before..it was rather soothing even.. "no. its perfect." he put the watch on, adjusting it so it fit his wrist perfectly. you felt your lips creep into a wide smile, you were so glad this day was going perfectly. "wow, that's such a pretty watch! it must've costed you a lot." their mother interrupted the two of you, staring at the watch that sat on inhos wrist and then at you. "inho, say thank you! be polite." she hit the back of his head harshly, as if she were scolding a little kid... you laughed at the scene, mothers truly see their children as their babies forever. "no- its okay miss don't wo-" it seemed like today was full of interruptions and cut offs as inho did just it again. "thank you y/n, I appreciate it a lot." his face was blank again, no readable expression was there.. but based off his passed reactions..you felt he was being sincere. . . . "thank you miss, thank you inho." you bowed at the both of them while you stood at the front door with junho, showing your gratitude for their kindness and patience with you and your boyfriend. "of course honey, please come back any time you want." junho's mother grabbed your hand one more time, inho nodded along with her. he wasn't a man of many words but it seemed his scary demeanor had vanished. maybe it was never even there and you were just nervous..either way you were glad you didn't leave the house with a weird feeling about your boyfriends brother. juho's mother then shoo'd the two of you away, telling you it was late and you shouldn't stay up so late at such a young age... you felt happy. a warm feeling sat in your heart and stomach, it was like you had just found your second family.

time skip (5 years)

there you sat in the police station, its been days since youve last seen your husband. you were sobbing into the palm of your hands, the salty liquid dripped onto your long dress as you drained ever drop of water from your body. you were terrified. what happened to him?? where was he?? what had he gotten into? you were devastated to say the least, you explained with a shaky and quaky voice that your husband had just told you he was off to investigate his brothers vanishment and would be back by the night..like always! so when you woke up and he wasn't there you just felt dread. you texted him and texted him all day to no response. when he didn't come back for the second day you reported him missing. you reported this story to the police about 9 times already, everyday since you reported him missing you came to the police station for any clues or help..an obviously everyday they told you the same thing...that they had nothing. the only reason they didn't push you off to the side when you came in was well..because your husband worked for them. he was a police officer under them, it'd feel disrespectful to you and junho if they just told you to give up hope on finding your husband. maybe you'd stop after another week or two..you'd realize whatever fate inho had found was the same junho ended to aswell... and not only that but you were pretty, kind and in obvious distress over your husband. they'd feel like they just kicked a sick puppy in the stomach if they told you to go away. so every day, at 8am you come in. usually in a pretty sundress but your state of mind isn't as pretty. your eye bags were prominent and you seemed to constantly be in a state of dissociation.... "you promise there's nothing? please double check! please..I need my husband back. you don't understand" your words were exasperated and rushed, you wanted answers, your husband, closure, anything! your breaths were getting heavy as you reached your delicate hand to the tissue box on the desk infront of you. you felt yourself breaking down, more and more, every. day. the police officer let out a breathy sigh, he was trying his very best to not tell you off. to tell you to go back to your home and cry there or something. to stop wasting his time every single fucking day.. but he couldn't. and he wouldn't. not when your state was some of the worst he's seen in his years of being an officer. "listen ma'am, there seems to be a dead end a-" you slammed your hand onto the table, one still holding the now damp tissue as you started to cry harder. you shook your head violently, indicating a very obvious no...or in this case obvious denial. "no. there..there isn't a dead end. he's alive and he needs your help!! please..please keep searching i-i'll.." you started to dig into your purse, the same one junho had gifted you for your 5th anniversary not long before this whole ordeal. when you felt what you were looking for you snatched it out your bag, like it was grabbing it, stealing it from your grasp. "h-here..d-dont stop searching please. I'll give you this..p-please.." in between words you started to cry more, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping off your skin. your head was lowered and you were looking at your lap. you didn't want to stop looking for him. you wouldn't stop until you knew he was safe. "ma'am...you don't have to give me money for doing my job." he slid the stack of money that you had taken from your purse back to you and shook his head in disapproval. "listen.. sigh we're trying our best okay? we arent just laying around doing nothing, he was our coworker and we want to find him as much as you do.." he looked away from your depressing state, you were catching your breath and shaking, your fists were curled into balls. it was clear, even though he was an officer that he didn't want to find junho nearly as much as you did..he didn't think it would even be possible to. "just..take a break. you're overwhelming yourself and it isn't good for you. junho is strong and you know this, so just believe in him and his ability to live..."

the officer opened a drawer that was next to his seat, it was a little pile of candies.. he grabbed a handful and handed you a few. with a shaky hand you took the candies, your eyes were red and puffy. it was painfully obvious that you had just broken down in tears. you didnt want to speak but it was obvious by the way you acted, that all you wanted right now was for your husband to come back into your embrace. "if you want I can step out and let you calm down." the officer stares at you, awaiting the answer that would leave your lips. "no..its okay.. i-...whatever. thank you, I will take a break to calm down and compose myself. please have a good day." you mumbled the first few words, like a scared child who had just gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar and is now making up an excuse. you let out a loud sigh before you stood up from your chair, rubbing your tired, sore eyes before fixing your hair and grabbing your bag. you turned around right as you were in front of the office door, you bowed at the officer to show your gratitude as you proceeded to touch the cold metal handle of the door and creaked it open. with a click of the door closing you were walking away from the room you had just broken down in.

there you were, sitting on the edge of the bed you and your husband shared. it felt cold every time you sunk your body into the soft mattress..cold and empty. you weren't used to this, you were used to your husband coming home from work and giving you a kiss. slipping into the soft blankets together as you worked as heaters for each other's bodies. you didn't like this. you didn't want this. you flopped your upper torso onto the bed, causing it to make a squeaking sound to the sudden pressure. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed as you stared up into the ceiling. the world around you felt hazy, like everything that surrounded your body was just an empty void of nothingness. the world was meaningless without junho. you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier...until they had finally closed shut.

knock... knock... knock you jolted up from your bed, who was here at this time? it's like 2am... you stared at the closed bedroom door, thinking about if it was a good idea to open the doorm. you're a young woman alone at her house at 2am...what if it was a sex trafficker trying to kidnap and rape you!!?? knock... knock... knock the loud but slow knocks echoed throughout the house, the knocks took a 3 second pause inbetween..it was so creepy.. it made your skin crawl.. bu...what if...what if the police have clues about junho and came to talk to you about it they heard of it!! or..what if junho had finally come home..... these thoughts rand through your head, you were scared of what might be behind of that door. but not scared enough to not open it. you slowly got up from your bed, making it squeak under the pressure of your body. your soft slippers made a swooshing sound against the wooden floors as you shuffled your way to the front door... knock... knock.... knock there it was...the knocking. you couldn't help but feel this dry lump from in your throat, but you had to do it...you needed to make sure... if it was some stranger you'd just slam the door on them and go and hide in a closet or something.. your swallowed the lump in your throat and placed your palm on the cold metal of the handle, unlocking it with a small click and turning it clockwise so that it opened the door.. you didn't open it alot, just enough to see who was on the other side. your eyes stared at the dark soulless eyes In front of you, it was a random man. you had no idea why he was here or what he wanted..but he looked very familiar..maybe he was an off duty cop that just wanted to check up on you..? "h-hello..? how can I help you..." your voice was small and quiet, barely above a whisper as you used the door as some kind of shield from the strange man. "yes. you can." you stared up at the man with confused puppy dog eyes, what did that even mean?? you furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes as you stared at him..you were about to close the door on the strange man until something clicked inside of you. you recognized where he was from.. "inho?! w-what? what are you.." your judgmental facial expression quickly changed into one of shook and worry, was he here to see junho? how would you break the news that his brother was now missing too?? you raised your small hand to your mouth, covering it in shock..you didn't even know what to do....what should you say..? your eyes started to water and tear up, you were reminded of the harsh reality junho was in..he was seriously missing and now the person he went missing looking for was In front of you...it seemed like everyone was just against you. mocking the disappearance of your husband. "what...are you doing here? a-are you here for junho..he's.." you let out choked sighs after every other word, taking your hands from your mouth to your entire face. you were a crying mess In front of a man you barely knew, it was so embarrassing. you were so pathetic and sad. everyone's been telling you to just get over it but here you are, sobbing for what felt like the 6th time today. a loud sigh snapped you out of your saddened state,, but...it wasn't a sigh of disapproval or frustration...it was like a sigh of...desire. like he was getting off to the sight your sobbing, scared and fragile body. "you're doing this on purpose, you have to be." you stared up at inho with confusion. you eyebrow was raised, as if asking him what the fuck he meant by that. before you could even mutter a word he pushed you, really harshly. you went flying back into your home, head hitting the hard wood. you felt yourself getting dizzier and dizzier for a few seconds...you felt like you couldn't move, speak or even see anymore...your head was spinning and alarms were ringing from the inside of your head..until you were passed out.

you woke up... you were sitting in the middle of the dining room, it seemed like someone had moved the table and other chairs out the way as it was literally only you. you and the chair you were sitting on. the room was barely lit up, you could only see some of your surroundings due to the singular light that was on. the ligh that bulb was right on top of you..it felt like you were about to get interrogated for murder,,you were terrified. for you wanted to scream, cry and just run away from what was happening. but you couldn't. your ankles were tied onto the legs of the chair. your arms and torso were bounded to the chair itself with a thick rope., it was digging into your skin hard..it hurt. alot.. you wanted to squirm around and get yourself free but you knew you'd just end up knocking the chair down and you'd be stuck in an awkward position..you tried to start screaming but you couldnt, you were confused..it was like your mouth was glued shut.....your eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone, anything to help you. it took you a second for you to put the pieces together but.. once you did you realized.. your mouth was duck taped shut. you didn't know what to do, you were overwhelmed and you just wanted your husband back to you. you closed your eyes shut as warm salty tears fell from your eyes. your eyes just couldn't catch a break, could they? they were tired and sore. even when you werent sleepy it hurt to open and close the..a result of crying for days.. you just wanted to feel happiness again. but clearly that wasn't going to happen soon. was your fate going to be the same as your husbands? were his kidnappers after you to sew your mouth shut?? you didn't want to die..at least not because you got closure.. "you shouldn't cry Infront of me. its a bad idea. I have a thing for little girls that look pretty when they cry." your head jumped forward, looking at the figure that had stepped out the shadows surrounding you.. your eyes widened, remembering that inho had been the one that knocked you over and caused you to black out. the same man that had gone missing 5 years ago, the same man that your brother went missing looking for.. what was he doing here? was he here to kill you? to keep you silent? to assault you? thoughts rand through your head as he took large, slow steps towards you. as if he was mocking your frightened state. he reached his right hand out towards you, your eyes landed on the silver watch he was wearing. it seemed so similar to the one you had gifted all those years ago..but no way he would still be wearing it, right? before you could even process another thought his hand gripped at your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to literally stare up at him. the roughness of his grip made you wince in pain..he didn't come here with intentions of being nice and if you didn't realize that person you definitely realized that now. you tried to scream and kick your feet, you knew the tape and rope would stop your attempts and make them useless but you still tried. your screams just came out as diluted, muffled noises. the tape had stopped you from making any loud noises... the chair under your only shook a little but it wasn't enough to lighten the grip inho had on your hair. his dark, soulless eyes stared you down. they were like black orbs, nothing behind them. he grinned at you, like he was watching a cartoon and a character had did something funny. he was laughing at you. he thought this was funny. "you look so stupid, you do know that the tape will just silence all your screams, right? or are you too young and dumb to understand that yet." he tilted his head at you and gave you a mockingly confused expression. he was having the time of his fucking life while you were here, scared for your damn life. you glared at him, trying to intimidate him..doing anything to scare him...trying to find the little humanity in him that feels sympathy was clearly never going to happen. so you had to try another approach..even if it wasn't going to work either... and your suspicions were right ..

he just smiled at you, another mockingly fake smile... he released his hand from the grip he had on your hair and pinched your cheeks, just as roughly as he did with your hair. leaving a red mark when he let go... it was like he was treating you like you were a pouting child, stomping your feet because your mom didn't let you buy the comically huge lollipop you really wanted. "youre not scary sweetie." the pet name made you want to throw up in your mouth. he knew well you were his sister in law but here he was, calling you pet names with his disgusting voice. " you know..ive had my eyes on you since i met you...you're just so gorgeous..and delicate." he took a short but slow walk around u and stopped to stand behind you. his cold hands reached to your face and covered your eyes. you couldn't see anything but you knew he was leaned up in your ear...you could feel his hot breath making you unnervingly uncomfortable. "I just wanna ruin you." your breathe hitched in your throat, he was going to rape you. you know it, you had to fight back, you had to. you couldn't let a man that wasn't your husband put his dick inside you. inho took his cold hands away from your face and walked back in front of you. you glanced down at his crotch and...there was a bulge...he was getting off to your scared shape. he truly was an emotionless sadist.. he held up his index finger to your covered lips. "shh. make any noise and I wont think twice about killing you and your husband." your eyes widened as you heard the last part...that meant your husband was alive..and he knew where he was. you nodded slowly, complying with his words. he ripped the piece of tape off your mouth, causing you to let out a yelp in pain. you stared at him with a frightened face, you realized you had just made a loud sound...you didn't want to die you didn't..you didn't want your husband to die! "I said. be quiet." the truth with inho was, he had already killed your husband..at least he thought he did. only a day ago did he shot junho, causing him to fall off the side of the island...he probably drowned and is floating lifeless in the sea right now.. but you didnt need to know that...and it was clear you weren't even aware. your mouth was shut and you tried to silence your heavy rapid breathing....you really did love your husband..he wanted to steal that love from junhos grasp. he leaned down, his face was now perfectly aligned with yours... you wanted to say something, you wanted to scream and cry but if you did he'd kill you...you knew he would... his left hand started to rub your cheek, it was gentle and warm but it just made you hate it even more...his fake kindness. you hated it. his lips connected with yours, at first it seemed like he was trying to be gentle but it was obvious he had quickly gotten bored of it before he got rough. your teeth were clashing with each other as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. exploring every inch of it before he started to nip at your lips...he was aggressive and messy. everything junho wasn't.. this wasn't the kind of kiss you wanted or craved. you felt like your eyes were sewn shut the way you refused to open them, you didn't want to stare at inho. you just wanted this to end..maybe once it did you'd finally have your husband back. after what felt like hours of making out he has finally took his chapped lips off of your soft ones. a string of saliva connected the two of you as he caught his breath. you opened your eyes to stare at him, they were watery..your tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you caught your breath. to inho you eyes were like glass marbles...and he wanted to shatter them into pieces. you took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. if you were calm it wouldn't be as bad. you read this inside your mind over and over and over again. you just prayed he would use you quickly and then leave... "you know, that day..the day where junho has brought you to our mothers house for my birthday.." his eyes wandered away from you, as if he were recalling the day in exact detail, scene by scene...

his eyes snapped back to yours, holding intense eye contact until he continued his sentence... "when I asked you what you loved most about junho you told me you loved his kindness. you said he was a soft person..an angel in your eyes." he crouched down, staring at you with intense eyes. his sharp features were like daggers, stabbing one by one into your heart. "you told me you loved something about him that I lacked. I'm not a kind person. and right now..you probably think I'm the devil instead of an angel like my brother.." he smiled at you, it was a cold, fake smile. if you touched his face right now it'd probably be ice cold.. "thats how I knew someone like you would never willingly be with a man like me.. but it's okay, I'll just force myself onto you." you started to cry, the salty liquid streamed down from your cheeks to your chin. your eyes were red and puffy, you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to be with this man, you didn't want this. inhos left head reached to your face, this time he squeezed the both of your cheeks so that your lips were puckered at him. "got it, princess?" he leaned in to kiss you again, this time he went aggressive right away. forcing his tongue into your mouth, some of your tears dripped onto his mouth. letting him taste the saltiness of your sadness. and it was delicious.

there you sat, he had freed your ankles from the restraints on the chair. nipping and licking at your clit. you hated this, you couldn't stop crying. you felt disgusting, a man that wasn't your husband was licking and eating your pussy out. why would you let this happen? at this point death felt better than breaking your husbands heart. you lets out cries and soft no's as he slurped your juices. you hated that it felt good, you hated that he knew what he was doing. your moans and mewls filled the room, followed with wet sloppy sounds of spit and cum mixed together. he's been eating you out for what felt like hours, you've probably came like 3 times already. you were getting tired..your legs were shaky, trying to close in on themselves but inhos arms kept them wide open for you. "p-please stop. I don't like thi-this...ah...please..let me go already..please.." you were begging with him, your eyes were shaky, your face was flushed and your lips were wet from his aggressive kisses. god. the scene of you begging for him to stop as he abused your clit was one he wanted engraved in his mind forever. he let go of your pussy with a loud pop, your juices and his spit was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like a wild animal that had just eaten his prey alive. with his sleeve he wiped off the liquid on his face. 'ruining' his all black jacket. "you want me to stop but your cum is all over my face and lips. you want me to stop but you keep moaning. just admit you're a slut for me." you close your eyes shut, shaking your head viciously, you don't want him. you don't want this. you just want your husband to be safe. that's all you want... inho scoffs at you, as if you were lying to his face. maybe he truly did believe you wanted this..that you wanted him.. but you knew it wasn't true, you knew that you loved junho and that you werent fighting back back because you just wanted him back.. you'd break down in tears in his arms once he comes home, you'll explain it when he's home. he'd understand..right..? you were lost in your thoughts, but reality snapped you out of them.. 2 long fingers were inside of your core, curling and pumping in and out... it hurt so much. it was nothing like you were used to, slow paced and gentle..no..it was fast and rough. you let out a cry, you were in so much pain it made you want to go insane. the rope that was still tied around your arms and waist dug into your skin, burning you as you struggled under the restraints..trying to find a way out. it felt like inhos was trying to split you in half, the rough skin on his finger pads only made it worse. but ofcoourse it had to feel good, because he knew what he was doing. even if it was messy, even if it was rough, even if you didn't like it..he knew how to make a woman feel good past all the pain. he tilted his head up towards you, his dark almond eyes burned holes into yours. "you gonna cum?" instead of a question, it felt like a demand. demanding you to answer yes, scaring you into saying yes.. but you didn't say yes, you said no. you shook your head and mouthed no to inho, not daring to say it out loud..and it obviously made him upset. he sneered at you before grabbing is free hand and pinching your clit before speeding the pace of his fingers. this was something you've never felt before, the pleasure finally overshadowed the pain and it felt like he had just forced your orgasm out of your body. your cum coated his digits, leaving a slightly milky white color on them.. you were catching your breath, it was hard to breath..the pain, anxiety and fear were catching up to you...you felt your throat slowly closing on you..you felt like you couldn't even breath enough air to supply your lungs are this point.. you were so caught up in your own world that you didn't even realize how he was pressing against the bulge that was begging to be freed from his trousers..he stared at you with bleak eyes, there was nothing behind them...nothing but desire and want..you were scared witless of what he would do to your poor body next. and whatever it was, you didn't want it

the bed was creaking under you, the same bed you and juho slept in everyday... you legs were pressing onto your stomach, the skin rubbing against each other. inho was slamming his cock in and out of you.. touching spots you didn't even know could be reached before this. you felt horrible for feeling so good. but you didn't want this. you were a crying moaning mess. your nails were digging onto his hands, the ones that were pressing you down. you were begging for him to stop, you didn't want this..you felt like you were being forced into this. with the life of your husband on the line.. inho let go of your left thigh and reached to your neck. his freezing hand sending shivers through your body as he started to choke you whilst pounding in and out of you..destroying your gummy insides. he lowered his face to you and scoffed, you looked so pathetic. crying and sobbing acting like you weren't enjoying his fat cock. why wouldn't you just admit you liked it for once? "acting like youre the victim while my cocks deep inside of you. is this all women do? complain about everything..just admit you like it. I wont tell." you felt so degrading. you were getting fucked by a man you barely knew on the bed your missing husband and you slept on every day at somepoint. using his life against you and now he's blaming you? was it really your fault? could you have just turned him away and still gotten junho back? was that an option that you weren't told about? you started crying, your weak arms pushing against his chest with no avail. you just wanted it to stop, you were in pain and now you're being told its your fault you're in this situation. you can never win. you began to sob louder, begging him to let you go, louder and louder until you were wailing like a stupid baby. your hand grasped at the tight grip he had on your neck, then to his chest to push him away again. "shut up." he snarled before taking off his hand from your neck, he had left a bruise from how hard he was gripping...with the same hand he harshly slapped you. shutting your cries up quickly. a red spot started to quickly form, your skin was now irritated in what felt like every place on your body.. "you're such a slut. taking the dick of a man 20 years older than you on the very bed your husband would sleep on. do you not feel ashamed? hmm?" he hummed at you, waiting for your reply. but you didn't even mutter a word, nothing. you decided you'll just take it with no noise, if you stay quiet up maybe it'll end faster?.. it should...shouldn't it..you were trying to comfort yourself in your head.. "you can keep trying to tell yourself otherwise but youre nothing but a dirty cheater. taking dick like a good girl. this probably isn't the first time youve done this huh?" he laughed at your now soulless face, he was right when he said he wanted to ruin you. he was doing that, and it got worse with every second that passed. "ffuck I'm close. you better cum or else I'll js' keep on using you until you do." you started to tear up, your clit twitching and your hole began to clench around his cock. you felt good, but terrible at the same time..you doubted he was cumming because he thought you felt good though, it was a factor but it was probably your shape that made him so horny. you were sad, in pain...tired... he got off to it so bad. you let out quiet pants and moans, indicating to inho that you were close too. he started to get sloppy, his pace getting even faster as the wet slapping sound of skin filled your ears to the brim. you felt your clit pulsating, begging for release...once you came you'd be free..you'd be...you'd be....be.. "a-aa.. fuck fuck fuckfck fuck! ouOUGH~" you let out loud, filthy moans. probably for the first time that night, instead of your cries it was your moans and whimpers that the room was now brimming with. inho loved the sound of your noises, your cries, moans, everything. God it made him so horny...once he felt you cum all over his cock he let his go through as well. fucking his orgasm into you deeper, and deeper with a loud groan..

he kept moving slowly, fucking you through your orgasm as your breathes calmed down.. "I want to ruin every inch of kindness and hope for humanity you have left in you. you're so perfect. perfect to corrupt.." his hand raised to your cheek and started to rub it 'lovingly'. you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you go like he had told you he would.

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Another not: I FINALLY FINISHED YAY took me like all day again but ....yay!! I hope u guys liked it. I'm pretty proud of it but idk if its ooc or not... but SMASH THE LIKE BUTTON N HIT SUBSCRIBE 4 MORE..!!!!!!!

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[hairmetal666]

Six months. For six months Steve has been listening to this radio show and not ever one time did he expect to hear the host, Eddie Munson, growl out the words “Hawkins, Indiana," but here they are. The name said.

Steve stops the car dead in the middle of the road, can’t hear anything aside from the radio show host listing Hawkins facts in his sonorous voice.

He should have known. Like rationally, he should have considered it a possibility that Hawkins might come up on this late night talk radio show called Hellfire about monsters, cryptids, folklore. 

It’s just. He thought. Hawkins hadn’t exactly made national news, and what had was about a toxic gas leak and a government coverup, not exactly this show’s focus. 

But enough, apparently. Obviously. 

Eddie starts talking about the disappearance of Will Byers, and Steve lays his head on his steering wheel, tries to ignore the way his hands tremble. 

For six months Hellfire brought him comfort and companionship as he roams the dark street of Hawkins on what Robin calls his patrols. It’s not like he can sleep, not anymore, so what better to do than make sure everyone is safe? That there’s no signs of the Upside Down? That the gates are still closed? 

Hellfire has been his companion through it all and now—now—

Eddie’s talking about the Department of Energy, MK Ultra, a fake body in the quarry. 

He could turn it off. Or better yet, go home. But he sits in his car out by Lover’s Lake and he listens to Eddie detail the rumors and speculation. Listens to the callers who share their two cents and conspiracy theories—none close to the truth. 

The thing is. He’s become—fond of Eddie, of Hellfire. He doesn’t care about cryptids, isn’t interested in Big Foot, but he was captivated by Eddie. Not just him, though, it’s the whole thing with his producer, Gareth, and his two other best friends who pop in from time to time. They’re funny, nerdy, love that dork game the kids play. And if the low resonance of Eddie’s voice makes him a little melty? Well, that’s between him and 3am. 

Steve calls in, sometimes. Has called in. Just, you know, once a week or so. It's not like he knows anything about the monsters, but he asks questions, likes to listen to Eddie talk no matter if he understands.

They finish with a caller and Eddie says, "unfortunately, we'll probably never know what happened."

And Gareth cuts in to say, "Hawkins is only an hour a way. You know. If you find that interesting."

"What are you saying, Gar?" Eddie asks. "That we should go?" He laughs.

"Why not? We could do our own investigation. Maybe we'll find something the authorities don't want us to."

"Hmm, what do you think, listeners? Should we don our adventurer caps and head into the unknown?"

He doesn't remember putting the car into drive, but he knows he's speeding toward the little two-pump gas station on the edge of town and the deserted pay phone there.

The line beeps and beeps when he dials. He tries again and again, until finally there's a click, and Eddie's radio voice booming in his ear.

"Thank you for calling Hellfire," he laughs, manic. "You're--

"You can't go to Hawkins," he interrupts.

"Sweetheart," Eddie croons. "Haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?"

"I'm Fine. Stay out of Hawkins."

"You gotta ease into it a little, baby. Little small talk first."

"Eddie..."

"What do you know about Hawkins?"

"N--nothing. I've heard bad things about it. Cops."

"Cops," Eddie snorts. "I'm not afraid of Hawkins PD. Are you calling because you're worried for my well-being, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Steve doesn't hesitate.

"You're my favorite listener, you know that?"

"I'm being serious."

"It's cute."

"It's a really bad idea to go to Hawkins."

"Do you know what's funny? You didn't know what a chupacabra was, but you know about Hawkins."

"I--" he swallows. "Have specific interests."

Eddie laughs. "What do you know about Hawkins?"

"Nothing," too quick.

"Are you lying to me?"

"I can't say."

"You just keep getting more and more mysterious."

"Please, stay away. It's--there are things, people--you don't want their attention. Just, please. Trust me."

"I'll agree on one condition. Tell me how you know this."

"I can't," he whispers. "That's why you need to trust me."

"What's stopping you?"

He flashes back to an interrogation room, Hopper's stern face, the even sterner ones of the government agents, the four-inch high stack of papers to sign, again and again and again.

"NDAs."

Dead silence on the other line until Eddie asks, "wait, PLURAL?" excitement spikes through the speakers.

That's when Steve hears the distant click down the line, knows it isn't him or Eddie, knows--

The line goes dead.

"Fuck."

He goes straight to the cabin. It's late enough in the morning now that he's unsurprised to see the glowing ember of a cigarette near the porch steps.

"What'd you do, kid?" Hopper asks when Steve gets out of his car.

"Called into a radio show about monsters."

The chief sighs, drops his hands to his sides, muttering. The crunch of gravel way up the long drive has them both turning.

"Guess we're in for a long day." Hopper stomps out his cigarette.

---

Steve isn't allowed to listen to Hellfire anymore. Is forbidden from calling in. And he gets it, okay, he knows. He said too much on the radio, but he hopes that he didn't get Eddie in trouble, that they don't try to come to Hawkins.

He gets a late start on his patrols one night. Took the kids to the movies, caved within minutes when they begged to go for ice cream after, Robin giving him a fond eye roll when he stops.

It's late, summer sun set for hours already, and he's driving on backroads behind the lab. And it's been--it's been a few weeks, okay, since the last call, long enough that he's stopped thinking Eddie will show, so when he sees the van on the side of the road--when he sees the van he doesn't stop right away.

It's tan and white or maybe grey, old, from the 70's or something; spiky black lettering on the side. It says Hellfire.

Steve slams on the breaks so hard the tires squeal, car skidding. He parks haphazardly on the side of the road, only grabbing a flashlight before hurling himself into the woods.

He figures Eddie and the guys will be easy to find, bumbling through unfamiliar forest, but minutes pass with nothing but his own feet crushing through the underbrush. He's afraid to yell, afraid it will draw the wrong kind of attention, but he does a kind of hoarse whisper, knowing it's not enough.

There's a small rock formation that he skirts past, mind everywhere but on his surroundings. He hears a rustle, he thinks, turns, and in the space of a breath, collides with something distinctly solid, warm, and judging by the pained grunt, human.

"Fuck. Gareth?" A very familiar voice asks.

"Eddie??" He responds. His fingers scrabble for his flashlight, illuminating the leaf strewn forest floor and some nearby tree roots.

A beam of light illuminates his chest and face, forcing his eyes down. "Who are you?"Eddie demands.

Steve finally grabs his flashlight, points it at Eddie's middle. Has a second to take in his long, curly hair, his cut-off t-shirt, pale skin and the swirl of inky black tattoos. "I'm--I--I called into your show. I--I told you not to--"

"Oh," Eddie's breath hitches. "Sweetheart. You said not to come to Hawkins and then you--you--" He blinks, seems to struggle to find words. "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

He smiles. "i--your show, I loved it. I miss listening to you. I miss--" He takes a step, closes the distance. Eddie smiles and it grips something in his stomach, doesn't let go.

Over Eddie's shoulder, there's a flash of movement, catches in Steve's periphery. It's an unfurling, an opening, there's a shine of saliva, teeth.

His heart stops.

"Eddie--"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Run."

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Dolly II

~ part 2 of the Dolly series

pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, college au

synopsis: your friends found it funny to buy you a sex doll and pose it in your bed to prank you.

wc: 7.7k

warnings: alcohol, thigh riding, handjob, cum tasting, unprotected sex, hand kink, nipple play, creampie, mentions of crying, choking, edging, spanking, hair pulling, pussy slap, oral(m), fingering

a/n: thank you @jehhskz for helping with the premise of this one🥹💕

~ maybe you'd like: Hyunjin dolly

~ divider by @bunnysrph

Another sleepless night.

Staring at your laptop screen, the letters start blurring and bleeding into one another, making the headache behind your eyes throb even more.

Exam after exam, you're becoming more jaded, feeling like you're high out of your mind when it's just lack of sleep.

As you scroll through a page you're researching for your paper, an advert pops out.

"Sex dolls?" you chuckle and click on it, even if it looks a bit shady.

You're taken to a stylish site, black background with big neon green letters asking you "What's your vibe for today?", and you scoff.

"Try dead inside." you say out loud and the letters flicker before disappearing, new text appearing on the screen, making you gasp.

"Feeling sarcastic, are we?" - it says and you shriek, quickly exiting the site and deleting the history.

How the fuck did it hear you?

Did they hack your laptop?

You hoped not, because being a broke student means you have no resources to buy a new one.

With a groan, you continue doing your assignments well into the late hours, forgetting completely about the sex dolls and the freaky website.

You fall asleep, excited about the party you were invited to this weekend, to finally have some way to blow off steam and relax.

-

The room is totally spinning.

You are totally spinning.

You can hear your friends laugh on your left but your tiredness coupled with the alcohol you had in your system made you feel drowsy.

You're not sure but it seems that your friends are pointing at you and whispering, giggles leaving their lips and you frown.

They're known for pulling pranks on you, and you'd hoped they would at least leave you be when you're intoxicated and vunerable.

"What?" you almost bark at them.

"Nothing." one of them says with a snicker.

"Ugh. I'm leaving." you stand up quickly, which was a mistake as all the blood rushes through your system and the room starts spinning faster.

Your friend and roommate Edie, is quick to grab you before you face plant into the coffee table.

"I'm coming with ya. Don't want you to break your bones somewhere on the way home." she shakes her head and you nod, bidding goodbye to your other friends and letting her lead you out.

The walk to your shared apartment is short, the house of the guy who hosted the party wasn't too far away from your building or the campus.

The chilly evening air helps you refresh your mind and sober up a little.

"Are you gonna eat dinner?" Edie asks when you step into the apartment.

"No, I think I'm just gonna go shower and sleep." you say and she nods.

Before you left the kitchen, you swore you could see her smirk a little.

Shrugging, you make your way to your room.

Edie stops what she was doing, setting the plate down as she listens.

One, two, three...

And you scream, followed by a few thuds and curses.

"What the fuck?!" you grab the nearest book but the man on your bed doesn't even move or blink.

Edie giggles behind you, before it bubbles up and becomes full on laughter.

"What is this?" you demand, already annoyed at her.

"That is Seungmin, your sex doll."

"My what?" you almost choke on your spit.

"We were gonna scare you and prank you with him but we thought he would also be a good early birthday present. Since you know, you only ever study and stay at the apartment. This way, you can have him as a companion." she explains, and you lower the book you were gonna hit her with.

"Please, don't be mad at us." she grimaces.

"Why does he look alive?" you look back at the doll, gulping as shivers run up your spine.

"I don't know, it's some new technology, I guess. Isn't it so cool though? There was a letter in the box he came in with. I put it there on the nightstand, together with the manual." Edie informs you.

"Y'all are crazy and he's creepy. But, thank you? It must've been expensive." you shake your head.

"Well, the six of us got some money together."

"Still, crazy." you chuckle and she laughs.

"I'll leave you to it." she wiggles her eyebrows, closing the door of your room as she makes her way back to the kitchen.

You bite on your lip, observing the doll as it stares off into space.

"You're too creepy and you're not watching me change." you mumble and grab your blanket, throwing it over the dolls head.

"There." you say and strip, loving the perk of this apartment as both you and Edie had your own bathroom attached to your room.

You go about your night routine, now almost completely sober as you make your way back to your room.

You almost forgot about the doll, your heart dropping in your stomach for a moment.

"Fuck." you chuckle at yourself, your hand on your chest.

Cautiously, you sit next to the doll and remove the blanket.

He looks the same as he did before, as your friends presumably set him up, propping him up on your pillows, his legs straight and his hands in his lap.

He was dressed kind of sporty but chic, with a plain white shirt, a blue jersey jacket and ripped jeans, a dainty silver necklace adorning his neck.

Simple, yet effective, the doll looked more handsome the more you looked at it.

His hair looked fluffy, his eyes seemed warm, his lips soft.

You especially liked his hands, delicate and tender.

He looked sweet, if he was a real human being you're 100% sure everyone would swoon for him on the campus and he'd probably be the it boy.

You wondered how he looked so real, it almost seemed as if he was going to wake up any second and start talking to you.

You sigh and grab the letter, opening it up.

Hello,

my name is Seungmin and I am your mischiveous doll.

I love making you laugh and teasing you, because nothing makes me as happy as seeing your smile or your cute face when you're annoyed.

Please, play with me a lot as I tend to get bored, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with a kiss on my forehead.

Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.

"Oh, you're a little prankster doll, aren't you? How funny of my friends." you sigh with a smirk playing on your face.

"I swear if you fucking move, you're flying out the window." you threaten, convinced you could see a faint smirk on the doll's face.

A paper sticking out of his jersey pocket grabs your attention and you take it out.

My cutie!

I got dressed for our first date!

Hopefully you like the outfit I chose, and enjoy playing with me tonight.

"First date? Who the heck made this?" you're perplexed, when suddenly you remember the ad from the other day.

"Oh my god." you jump up quickly, running to your laptop and searching.

You don't have to search too long as the site pops up immediately and you click on it.

"Wow!" you gasp as you look at the selection of the dolls.

You had no idea each one was a unique model, and that only one of them was made for some kind of experiment with new technology.

You turn to look back at Seungmin and chuckle.

"Okay, I gotta give it to my friends. They did give me a unique gift." you sigh.

Reading back over the site, there isn't much information and as you research a little bit, you can't find out much about the company that made the dolls.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air with technology so advanced that it had you confused, who could've made this and how?

Maybe even more important, why?

After turning up with nothing, you decide to check out the manual.

WARNING!

If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.

The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening.

Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.

Do not throw the doll into the trash.

Do not break, cut or bruise the doll.

If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.

If you've purchased our Seungmin doll, do not forget to play with him as he can get lonely and sad.

Hope you enjoy the playful soul you chose!

"Lonely and sad, huh?" you stare at the doll with pursed lips.

Turning a few pages, the doll's 'abilites' come into view and you feel your ears burning in embarassment before you close the book quickly, tossing it aside.

"My friends are a bunch of perverts." you chuckle, laying down next to the doll.

"You better keep your hands to yourself, doll." you slide under your blanket, all the tiredness from tonight finally catching up with you.

Seungmin sits quietly as you turn off the light.

Waking up the next morning with a yawn, you stretch and your hand smacks into something solid.

Gasping, you lift up and see the doll sitting quietly just like he did last night.

"I forgot about you." you exhale before plopping back down in your pillows.

Curiously, your eyes travel over the doll's frame.

It's dead quiet in the apartment, meaning that Edie probably already left for her classes and you sit up, turning your attention to Seungmin.

Tentatively, you reach out your hand and poke the doll's cheek.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaim, poking him again. "You feel real."

Slowly, your fingertips caress his cheek, before you start carding them through his hair.

"Honestly though, my friends do know my type. If you were a real guy, I would stare at you from the distance and wait for you to ask me out." you chuckle a little before shaking your head as you retract your hand.

"I'm talking to myself." you get up and decide to get ready for your classes, leaving the doll be.

You feel like you're being watched the whole time as you rush through your room to gather your things, and an uncomfortable shiver runs up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

"Alright. You're creeping me out again." you throw the blanket over the doll like you did yesterday, and then you get ready.

"Behave. I think." you tilt your head and then exhale with a chuckle as you leave your bedroom, leaving Seungmin alone under the blanket.

-

It's past 5pm when you finally step foot back into your apartment.

You call out to Edie but it seems she wasn't home.

Shrugging, you enter your bedroom to find Seungmin still covered up with the blanket.

"Damn. Okay, you didn't come to life." you toss your bag down and make your way to the doll.

"I left you alone for a long time, didn't I?" you say as you remove the blanket and lean in closer to take a look at Seungmin's face.

For some reason, you think he might be frowning.

"Hey, I have real life things to do. Don't frown at me like that."

The doll is quiet.

"You want me to play with you? What does that even entail? Are we playing or are we playing? Because I'm not doing any of that weird shit." you wave your finger at the unmoving doll, realizing you're probably crazy for even talking to it.

"I'll think of something after dinner." you mutter to yourself.

After a much needed shower, you make your way to the kitchen to eat some dinner.

As you're eating, you suddenly hear what sounds like a giggle.

It feels like your heart stops beating for a moment as you sit up straight and listen.

It's quiet, except the music playing from your phone.

Maybe it was just in your mind.

Yeah, probably.

Edie arrives home shortly after, giving you a shit eating grin.

"So, did you try out the doll?" she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"No. I don't know, it feels weird... and wrong." you grimace and your friend laughs.

"If you don't want him, let me give it a go." she winks and you laugh.

"Seungmin is my gift, okay? Don't touch him." you wave your finger and she snickers.

"Feeling territorial, are we?"

"N-no!" you blush instantly.

"Don't worry, y/n. I won't touch your little boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend! He's not even alive!" you yell after her as she giggles all the way to her room.

You sigh and make your way to your room too.

"Alright. I don't know what you mean by playing but I'm too tired to do anything. Maybe a movie?" you talk to the doll.

As you get no answer, you decide to just get ready for bed and grab your laptop.

You make yourself comfy under the blanket, your eyes turning to look at Seungmin.

"Ah. I'm probably crazy but I do need a few cuddles." you shrug as you sit up, your laptop on the side.

Pursing your lips, you slowly take off his jacket and put it aside.

"Oh wow." you gasp as you notice the little hairs on his arms, moles here and there, as if it's real skin.

You touch his arm, it's smooth and soft... comforting, even.

Your hand runs down to his and you grab it, your fingers entwined with his.

For some reason, you crave touch even more now so you adjust him to lay down and make him comfy on the pillows before you grab your laptop and put it on his stomach.

You lean your head on his chest, putting his arm around you as you search for a movie.

"If anyone sees me like this, I would die of embarassment." you sigh as you press play on a random movie.

Even though Seungmin's skin feels real, and he feels somewhat warm, it's quiet when your ear presses against his chest, there is no heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

It weirds you out but at the same time it's comforting to have someone next to you.

Oh no.

Your favorite shirt is gone.

You rummage through your whole wardrobe, knowing it's surely where you left it last time.

Edie probably took it, you think and stomp your way to her room after you close the wardrobe with a thud.

You miss the little smirk on Seungmin's face and the way his eyes followed you to the door before stilling again.

"Edie! Where is my favorite shirt? The red one with the yellow sun? I told you to ask if you wanna borrow stuff!"

"What? I never took that shirt. It's ugly anyways."

"Girl, don't call my favorite shirt ugly." you whine while she giggles.

"Sorry, I don't wanna hurt the shirt's feelings." she puts her arms up in fake surrender and you roll your eyes at her.

Coming back to your room, you're stopped in your tracks as you notice the shirt thrown over Seungmin's thighs.

You stand and stare at him quietly, your mind trying to process this because you know for a fact that it wasn't there before.

Slowly making your way to him, you narrow your eyes as you snatch your shirt away from him.

"Is this how you wanna play? Seungmin, the mischievous doll?" you raise your eyebrow.

He seems to be smiling slightly at your sarcastic tone.

"We'll talk about this later." you threaten and run to your bathroom to get ready for classes.

It was only the beginning.

A few weeks have passed since your friends got you Seungmin, and by now you kind of got used to him.

You couldn't really fall asleep unless you were hugging him and every morning when you opened your eyes you would give him a soft kiss to his forehead, just what the letter asked.

You were convinced that there was more to Seungmin though, as your things would disappear or be moved around, only to reappear later, making you frustrated at his playful antics.

Edie was bugging you constantly about using the doll for its actual purposes and one stressful weekend of studying before exam season was all you needed to snap and find a way to let out your frustrations.

Exhaling loudly, you turned to look at Seungmin, your fingers tangled in your hair and pulling in frustration.

It must be 3am by now, you think and decide to get up and take a hot shower.

Luckily, Edie was away, visiting her boyfriend so you had the apartment all to yourself and could make as much noise as you wanted to.

In your tired daze, coupled with the hot water on your skin, you felt a familiar throb in your core.

Your fingers danced on your skin, going lower until you stopped and gasped.

Seungmin.

Maybe it was time to try the doll's abilities.

After you finish rinsing off, you wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to your room.

Seungmin is propped on your bed in his shirt and boxers, you stripped him a few days before, wanting to be more comfortable when you hold him, the stiff jeans fabric annoying you while you sleep.

"Well. It's just us, I guess." you say as you stand in front of him.

"Fuck it." you let the towel slide down to the floor, your eyes following it and not noticing the spark lighting up in Seungmin's gaze.

"Well, it's not fair that you're dressed." you pout and make your way to your doll, stripping his shirt first and biting your lip as your eyes roam all over his chest and stomach.

You slide his boxers off next, his semi-hard cock popping out and you gasp, did he get hard just from you being naked? If so, how?

Completely flabbergasted, you stared at him.

He never looked more real than in this moment and you felt your arousal gather on your pussy and coat your inner thighs.

"I must be ovulating." you chuckle at yourself and straddle the doll's thigh.

His muscles were firm under your wet pussy and you whined, slowly fucking yourself against Seungmin's thigh.

His cock seemed to react strongly to this, growing, the tip becoming red and angry and your eyes flutter as you practically drool at the sight of his length.

You wrap your hand around him and whimper when you feel his heaviness in your hand, and the warmth radiating off of him, how he twitches against you, beads of pre-cum appearing at his tip.

You don't even want to analyze and think how they made him this real, in this moment all you want is to play with him and find some relief for yourself.

You squeeze his cock a little before giving him a few languid strokes.

"Ah, fuck!" you moan, riding his thigh, your wet pussy leaving trails of arousal on his skin.

You lean in closer and press your lips to his neck, kissing his skin and inhaling his scent that mixed with yours from so many days of just cuddling him.

Seungmin's fingers twitch next to him but you don't notice as your lips dance on his skin, kissing him, your tongue darting out to taste him, your teeth grazing against his nipples.

This seems to make his cock even harder and you smirk, your hand playing with his nipple as you jerk him off faster, still riding his thigh and bringing yourself closer to your release.

You read the manual before, and you know his nipples are sensitive, the more you play with them, the closer he gets to cumming.

You decide to be evil and bring the doll to the edge, before retracting your hands and giggling as you grind on his thigh faster.

"Ah, Seungmin!" you moan out as you bounce on him, and his eyes fall down to your tits bouncing in his face, but again you don't notice since your head is thrown back in full ecstasy as you cum all over his thigh.

"Mm. So good." you whine, needing more, so you throw your leg over him, grabbing his cock and sliding down on his length in one go.

"Ah, you're so big baby." you coo at Seungmin and start bouncing on him, his cock filling you up deliciously and hitting every spot inside you perfectly.

"You like my tits, hm?" you notice that they're right in front of him so you grab his head and smush his face into your chest as you continue fucking on him.

You lean back to look at his face and you swear there's something in his eyes as you hold his cheeks in your palms and slow your hips.

"You're enjoying, aren't you?" you whisper and lean in to kiss the doll, his lips moving with yours as if he's kissing you back and you almost get lost in him.

Gently taking his hands in yours, you kiss his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you gyrate your hips against him.

"I love your hands." you mumble against him, taking two of his fingers in your mouth and sucking on them, staring intently at the doll's face.

You can feel his cock twitch inside you as you clench around him, working his fingers deep in your hot mouth, holding his other hand on your breast.

There's definitely something in his eyes, you note as you bring yourself closer to your high.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing with your whole being he would wake up and touch you everywhere, his hands burning imprints on you, wrapping around your neck, pulling on your hair, spanking you, marking you as his.

With that, you moan loudly, your pussy gripping his cock before you spill your juices all over his length, riding out your high, your fingers on his nipples, pinching and pulling.

"You wanna cum, Seungminnie?" you coo at him. "You pleased me well, you can cum." you add with a particularly strong pinch and it's like he heard you, his cock twitching inside you before he exploded, spurts of hot cum filling you up deeply.

"Ah!" you moan at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you wrap your arms around him.

After taking some time to calm down, you grab Seungmin's face and press a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"I'm glad you're here, dolly." you whisper.

Exam season was riding you hard, coupled with essays and projects you had due, you felt extremely stressed.

You were barely eating and sleeping, the only light in your life was your dolly, Seungmin.

All of your friends were in the same predicament as you, so none of them had the time or the will to hang out.

It was like a struggle happening between you and all your obligations, and you were losing the battle.

Just one more paragraph, you thought as your tired fingers ran across the keyboard, your eyes bloodshot and hair a mess, your entire body stiff with stress.

You felt worn out but every now and then you would glance back at the bed and a small smile would spread on your face upon seeing Seungmin waiting for you there.

A few days ago, you had come home to find little hearts drawn in your notebook, knowing it had to be Seungmin since Edie wasn't home then and couldn't possibly be pranking you.

Maybe you wouldn't admit it to your friends but you loved Seungmin, even if he was just a doll.

For the few months you had him, you had grown attached to him; you talked to him about your innermost thoughts and feelings instead of writing them down in your diary.

You always watched movies with him, and after the movie ended you would play with him, exploring his body and wishing he could do the same to you.

You know it's probably crazy, but to you Seungmin is alive, and seeing those heart doodles only confirmed that there was more to him than you initially thought.

And you were right.

Breaking down into tears of frustration that night, you crawled into bed a sobbing mess, your arms wrapping around Seungmin instictively, holding him tightly as you cried into his neck.

You fell into a deep slumber while Seungmin listened to you cry yourself to sleep, your tears soaking up his shirt.

He couldn't stand it, his heart began to beat erratically as he started taking in shallow breaths, his hand gripping at the sheet below him as he tried to gasp for breath.

He shivered against you, his eyes were wide and trained on the ceiling above him as he slowly got his heartbeat and breathing steady.

Miraculously, you didn't feel a thing and kept sleeping as he slowly came to his senses.

The first thing Seungmin felt inside his body was thirst and hunger, his stomach growling, making him feel dizzy as he clutched onto you.

I need to get up!, he thought to himself before slowly rolling out of your hold and falling down on the floor with a thud.

"Ow." he muttered and his head popped up to check on you but you were still fast asleep.

A sad smile spread on his face, you were so exhausted and it hurt him.

Seungmin gathered all his strength as he staggered to the kitchen, drinking a few glasses of water, only feeling a bit more normal after that.

He rummaged through the cabinets, having watched you cook multiple times, he knew where everything was.

Deciding it was fastest to make some instant ramen, he did just that, almost burning himself in the process.

He was so hungry he couldn't think straight, he had no idea what was happening, who exactly he was even though little snippets of memories were running through his mind, he couldn't remember anything clearly except the memories he shared with you.

Seungmin didn't have answers to any of his questions, but there was only one thing he was sure about.

He loves you.

So, after he finished eating, Seungmin sat down in your room, opened up your laptop and worked all night tirelessly to finish up your essay and project.

He was going to make sure you get your much needed rest while he helps you pass your exams.

-

Slowly waking up in the morning, your hands instantly reached out for Seungmin.

With your eyes closed, you started moving your hand around your mattress only to realize that it's empty.

You freeze, dread washing over you before you open your eyes, blinking and looking around the room.

"Oh my god!" you all but scream when you see Seungmin, your Seungmin, the doll, sitting at your table, his upper body leaned on it as he sleeps.

You can hear and see that he's breathing and you don't know how to react, frozen in complete shock.

Quietly, you get up, tippy-toeing your way to him, you lean down to look at his face.

He looks adorable, his face smushed against your papers, his hand on the keyboard of your laptop and the other in his lap.

His eyes move under his eyelids, pretty lashes caressing his skin, his body rising with the breaths he's taking in.

"S-Seungmin?" you place your hand on his upper back, your fingers twitching a little.

"Hm." he hums a little and you chuckle.

You're supposed to feel scared, mortified even; but you feel giddy to finally see him look at you, talk to you, touch you.

"Minnie?" you try again, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His eyes flutter open, and he's confused for a second before his eyes widen at the sight of you.

"Y/n!" he exclaims, sitting up suddenly.

"You're alive. How?" you ask as you observe him.

"I- I woke up last night. I saw how you were struggling, how exhausted you were and I couldn't take it anymore."

"You saw... everything?" your heart beats faster.

"Y-yes." Seungmin nods, the tips of his ears becoming red. "It was as if I was in a state of sleep paralysis, and kept fighting to wake up."

"So you heard everything I said, felt everything I did?" you ask, for some reason the knowledge that Seungmin was actually present during every time you played with him, made you squeeze your thighs together and he noticed, the redness from his ears spreading to his neck.

"Yes." he says and you laugh in disbelief.

"This is insane! Wait, what are you doing at my table?" you remember suddenly and he chuckles awkwardly, playing with the end of his shirt.

"I- uhm... I finished your essay and project. Don't worry, I didn't fuck anything up! I worked on it as if it was you." he says and suddenly your eyes water.

"Minnie. You're so sweet. I'm so happy you came to life." you throw your arms around him and he gasps, his heart jumping in his chest.

He can't believe you didn't freak out and turn away.

Not only that you didn't turn away, you sat in his lap as he tentatively put his arms around you.

You held him tighter, making him melt into you.

Leaning back, you grabbed his face and started kissing him.

"Y/n, wait- you're not freaking out?" he stops you suddenly, an insecure look in his eyes as he observes your face.

"No, I knew you were alive. You hid my stuff and played pranks on me the whole time." you narrow your eyes at him and Seungmin chuckles awkwardly.

"Oops?" he grimaces and you laugh.

"Make it up to me, please." you whisper against his lips and Seungmin can't deny you.

He presses his lips on yours, his hands on your lower back, bringing you closer to him and making you grind against his lap.

Your nails dig into his shoulders when you feel him grow under you, and you can't help it as you start grinding against him.

All the times you played with him, you wished he'd wake up and just take you, and here he was now.

"Please, Minnie. I need you so bad." you moan and Seungmin smirks against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth at the same time.

He swallows all the sounds you make, his tongue exploring every inch of you as he lifts his hand and smacks your ass.

You jolt a little, pressing against him harder, feeling his cock twitching against your wet core.

Seungmin gets impatient, his hands grip the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed as you clutch onto him.

"I fantasized about this so much." you gasp breathlessly as he kneels between your legs, grabbing your ankles and pushing your knees to your chest.

"About what exactly? Tell me what you need, y/n." Seungmin's eyes are dark and filled with lust.

You shiver, biting on your lip as you feel more arousal soak your panties.

"I want you to be rough with me, please. Just do whatever you want." you whimper making him smirk.

"Anything you need, darling." Seungmin leans down closer to you, pressing his lips on yours hard and forcing his tongue in as his hand comes up to grip your throat.

The sound that comes out of you and travels into him, makes him grow impossibly hard in his boxers.

He squeezes your throat a little as he kisses you hard, taking your breath away and you dig your nails in his arm, your middle lifting up towards his and brushing against his hard member.

Seungmin presses down on you, slowly grinding against your wet panties as he leans back and grips your throat harder.

Your eyes flutter as you completely give into him, his gaze is fixed on you and how you're so willingly letting him hold your life in his hand.

When he releases you, you gasp for breath and grab at him.

"Fuck me, please Seungmin!" you groan and he slides your panties down as you rip your shirt off fast.

He chuckles at your eagerness, getting rid of his clothes too.

He presses his lips on your neck, his pretty hands exploring your body just how you wanted him to, fingers playing with your nipples, running over the dips and valleys of you.

Your whole body is on fire, your core is throbbing to be touched and it's like he senses it, his hand sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.

"S-Seungmin!" you whimper as he starts sliding his fingers on your wet folds, brining them up to your clit and pressing into it.

"Is this all mine?" he smirks darkly at you, torturing your sensitive clit, his other hand worshipping your breasts.

"Yes, all yours!" you moan as he slaps your pussy, a wave of arousal rushing through you.

"Please!" you beg, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

"I love when you beg like that." Seungmin says, pushing his fingers inside you and you whimper as your pussy sucks them in eagerly.

"You always did what you wanted with me. Not that I mind that, but it's my turn now." he smirks, finding that gummy spot inside you and fucking slowly into it.

"Mm..." you moan as he pinches your nipples, teasing you with slow moves.

He speeds up, only to slow down again, driving you insane as your body yearns for release.

"P-please, let me cum." you whimper and Seungmin chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from you.

All those times you edged him were coming back to bite you in the ass as he decided to take his sweet time with you before giving you what you want.

You whine but before you can protest more, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, running over your folds and teasing your clit.

You're a moaning mess as he slowly pushes in, only the tip breaching your hot cunt.

You wait for more but realize with despair that he is going to tease you until the very end as he starts fucking you only with the tip of his pretty cock.

"Oh my god! Please!" you whine.

"Be quiet and take it." he says, his hand wrapping around your throat once more, squeezing as his tip goes in and out of you, then runs over your folds, smearing your arousal everywhere, playing with your tortured clit.

You give in, spreading your legs more as you hold them open for him while he tortures you.

"That's it. My good girl." Seungmin praises you and you whimper as he lets go of your neck.

You're about to beg for more but Seungmin leans back before grabbing you and turning you around on all fours.

"Oh!" you exclaim as he spreads your legs with his.

"I know what you want, darling." he chuckles lowly behind you before pushing into you harshly, making you take his entire length in one thrust.

"Ah!" you whimper as your pussy clenches around him immediately, not wanting to let him go.

Seungmin grunts, spanking you fast and hard a few times before he grabs your hips and starts fucking into you with an unforgiving pace.

You gasp for air as your grab the headboard, making the bed shake with the movement of your bodies.

His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls as you cry out, not being able to hold it in anymore, you cream around his cock and his eyes roll back, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you, filling you up with his hot load.

"Oh my god." you whimper, collapsing down as both of you breathe hard and he wraps his arms around you.

"That's what you fantasized about, hm?" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.

"Y-yes." you say, breathless.

Both of you are quiet for some time before you face each other, breaking into shy smiles.

"I love you, Seungmin." your hand is on his cheek, and then in his soft hair as you caress him.

"I love you so much, y/n. What I feel for you woke me up, because I couldn't stand just watching you go through all the stress alone." he says as you hold each other.

"I wasn't alone, you were always there." you retort with a smile.

Something more gentle settles between you, and the two of you cuddle quietly, enjoying in each other's presence.

You stay like that for some time before you decide to clean up and eat breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen, you don't even notice Edie who turns around and upon seeing you walking in with Seungmin, she shrieks, taking a step back as her face morphs into a look of shock.

"What the fuck?!"

"Calm down, Edie." you chuckle.

"Calm down?! He's - he's alive! How?!" she keeps freaking out.

"I woke up-"

"He talks!" Edie interrupts him and you start laughing.

"Oh my god, Edie. No, we don't know how he woke up either and how he's alive." you say with a chuckle.

"Do you remember anything, Minnie?" you turn to Seungmin and he seems to blush at the nickname, fiddling with his fingers as if he didn't just rail you in the bedroom thirty minutes ago.

"Snippets. I remember this cold place, some kind of droning sound. Water too, maybe? And there were others. But I can't remember their faces at all. I just know they were there."

"Others?" Edie purses her lips and then grabs her laptop hurriedly.

"Them?" she types quickly before turning the laptop towards the two of you, the familiar site presenting the sex dolls on her screen.

Seungmin gasps, his lips trembling.

"T-that... that's them! They were there with me. In the cold room." Seungmin suddenly hugs himself and you can see he's becoming distressed.

Quickly, you reach towards the laptop, closing it and putting your arms around him.

"It's okay, take a deep breath." you say softly as you caress him.

"How about we finish our exams this week and then all of us try to find out what actually happened to you, Seungmin?" Edie offers and he nods.

"I'd like that." he says. "Just... I never want to go back there. I don't know why but it feels horrifying."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone take you away from me." you smile at him, kissing his cheek gently.

Your exam and presentation week pass by smoothly, with the constant help and support of Seungmin, everything was easier.

He insisted on sharing your burdens, always reminding you to take care of yourself, preparing you warm meals while you studied and listening to you yap about what you learned for practice.

Your friend group all came to see Seungmin and they adored his personality instantly since he was a little shy with them but clearly adored you, they congratulated themselves for finding the perfect guy for you.

As the week came to an end, after a good night's sleep and a warm breakfast, Seungmin, Edie and you sat on your living room floor with your laptops, the manual and Seungmin's letter.

All three of you went through the letter and manual multiple times, like some new information would appear and help you understand where Seungmin came from, how did he suddenly come to life, why did the usb opening disappear when he woke up, why can't he remember anything.

The site wasn't much help either, it only had pictures of the dolls, info about them written in a similar fashion as Seungmin's manual was.

Nothing about the company except that they had advanced technology they were proud of testing.

After hours of research, you came up with a big fat nothing.

"I can't believe there's nothing on the net about this company!" Edie threw her hands up in frustration.

"There's something fishy about all of this." you let out a sigh as Seungmin looks at you.

"I'm really trying hard to remember more." he says.

"I know you are." you smile at him, caressing his face. "How about we take a break?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm meeting my lover for lunch anyways." Edie smiles.

"Hey, thank you so much for helping, Edie." you smile at her and she chuckles.

"Of course! What are friends for!" she exclaims with a giggle.

-

"I want to thank you for everything you've done for me." you whisper while you and Seungmin cuddle.

He smiles as you lift up before burying your face in his neck and kissing his soft skin.

"It was my pleasure." Seungmin takes in a shaky breath as your tongue darts out to lick at his sensitive spot before you sink your teeth into it.

"Y/n." he whimpers, grabbing at you.

"And it will be my pleasure to show you how grateful I am." you smirk at him, his eyes hooded as he observes you.

You lift his shirt up, taking it off and tossing it aside, your lips attaching to his skin instantly.

You leave kisses on his collarbone and chest, your tongue playing with his nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive buds.

Seungmin relaxes, letting you kiss his stomach, all the way down to the bulge in his boxers, where you press a kiss to his head.

"Ah, y/n." he whines, lifting up into you.

You only smirk, hooking your fingers in his underwear and pulling it down, watching his cock spring free, pre cum beading at the tip.

You need to taste him, tongue on him immediately before you wrap your lips around the head, sucking on it gently.

"Shit!" Seungmin moans, his hand tangling in your hair and holding you down.

It's clear to you that he's slowly taking control as he lifts his hips up, pushing your head down at the same time and making you take more of his length.

Your eyes flutter, enjoying the way he uses you, fucking up slowly into your mouth and you hold onto his thighs as he grips your hair and pushes in further.

You gag a little when you feel the tip of his cock bullying its way to the back of your throat and your pussy clenches.

You squeeze your thighs, looking for some friction as Seungmin keeps fucking up into you harder and faster.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, baby." he moans, his body trembling for a moment.

You choke on his length but he doesn't let up.

"Just a little more, and then I'll give you my cum." he smirks and you whimper around him, your cunt throbbing.

Your hand sneaks on his inner thigh only to grab his balls, squeezing them and massaging them and Seungmin snaps, his hips jolting as he releases hot spurts of cum inside you.

Your eyes close in pleasure as you swallow, your pussy dripping arousal on your panties.

"Please, Minnie. Please, touch me." you're desperate as you pop off of him and he shushes you, lifting up and laying you down.

He strips you quickly, his lips on your skin, finger on your wet cunt.

"So eager for me, aren't you?" he smirks, dipping just the tips of his fingers inside you.

"Y-yes, ah!" you whimper when he flicks your sensitive clit.

"Such a good girl." Seungmin coos at you, plunging two of his fingers inside you, his other hand stimulating your clit as he massages it and pinches occasionally.

Being the little tease that he is, he pulls his fingers out any time you're close to cumming, just to watch you writhe in frustration, your little pussy clenching around nothing.

He doesn't let you cum until he's reduced you to a crying, shaking mess and by that time you are so fucked out that you can't even speak.

You clench around his fingers before exploding all over his hand, squirting as his dark eyes observe you.

When he retracts his fingers, you grip his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth as you swirl your tongue around them, cleaning them up and sucking on the digits.

"F-fuck." Seungmin whines.

Before he can lean down to kiss you, your phone starts ringing.

"Let it." he begs.

"It's Edie." you say quickly, ignoring the throbbing in your core. "Hey." you pick up as Seungmin catches his breath.

"What?! Okay, thanks for the heads up!"

"What's going on?" Seungmin looks at you worriedly and you quickly shake your head, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand to clean yourself up.

"Edie and her boyfriend were in a diner and saw the news on tv, you were on it, and the other dolls. The company said that all the dolls have some kind of malfunction and that they're taking them back-"

"They wanna take me away from you?" Seungmin's lower lip trembles.

"You know I won't let that happen." you say as you open your laptop, typing in the site.

"It's gone!" you exclaim, the only thing that's popping up when you type the url in, is an error message.

"Shit, they're gonna come for me! I can't be here. I- I need to leave." Seungmin starts panicking suddenly.

"Seungmin, please, it's gonna be okay. I will-"

"No, y/n. It's too dangerous. It's best if they don't find me here. I don't wanna get you mixed up into anything."

"Minnie, I'm already mixed up into it. Because I love you and I won't let them hurt you." you grab his shaky hands.

"But-"

"No, we will do this together. I'll fight them, I swear. Just promise me you won't leave." you beg, squeezing his hands.

"Fine. I promise. I love you so much, y/n." Seungmin kisses you, the kiss feels like a goodbye to you but you don't want to dwell on it, the hope in your heart is not dying yet.

But, that night when you fall asleep in Seungmin's arms, he breaks his promise.

Having an inkling that whoever created him in the company has a tendency of being cruel, he didn't want you anywhere near that.

With a heavy heart, he looked at your sleeping face, caressing you and pressing his lips to your forehead and then your lips, he whispered his confession of love and disappeared into the night.

As he wondered next to the road, a car rolled closer and Seungmin lifted his thumb.

The car slowed down and when he looked into the passenger's seat window, a reflection of a familiar face stared at him in shock...

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✦　　　.　　reader and lando have been secretly dating for over a year now, until she gets asked to host the red carpet for the F1 premiere in NY and lando decides to accidently launch their relationship.

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An hour into interviews and greeting everyone who arrived at the premiere, Yn finally saw Lando walking towards her, with a big smile he walked up on the small stage. “Hey baby.” He whispers, making sure no one around them heard, as the microphones weren’t on yet.

She gives him a shy smile back, trying to hide her blushing as Laura Winter, who obviously knew about them, made small talk with Lando.

As they got the cue to start the interview, Laura started speaking “The next driver up on stage, it is Lando Norris.” She announced, as the crowd cheered.

Laura looked over at Yn, as her cue to continue. “So Lando-“ she started as he directly looked into her eyes with a knowing look.

“Hello.” He smiles.

“What was your first reaction when you saw the sport that you know and love turn into massive Hollywood blockbuster?” She asks him, trying to avoid looking at him knowing she’d lose her ability to think straight.

As he answered her question, she couldn’t help herself and admire her boyfriend she hasn’t seen in 2 weeks while just smiling at him. The interview continued, while Lando jokingly flirted with Yn, all she could think about was them alone again.

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Bad Mood

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

CW: D/s dynamic, brat taming, light punishment (spanking), emotional distress, crying, aftercare, power imbalance, age gap (consensual), mild humiliation, subspace, tenderness and comfort.

Synopsis: After bratting in front of Harry's friends and being punished upstairs, you're still holding back tears until he gently pulls you into a private bathroom, realizing he forgot to give you the aftercare you need.

It was May in Tuscany, the kind of afternoon that draped gold over the hills and made everything glow. You were curled into the corner of the outdoor sofa on Harry’s terrace, your legs bare under the loose hem of your pale yellow mini dress, your lips pressed into a pout so full it was practically trembling. The breeze smelled like cypress trees and rose petals. But you weren’t enjoying it. You were in a mood.

Harry’s friends were over for lunch, Alessandro Michele, a few work mates, some art-world people you couldn’t be bothered to remember. They were all loud and laughing, passing around little glasses of limoncello and making fun of each other in that overly familiar way that made you feel like the youngest one in the room, which, to be fair, you were. Significantly.

You hadn’t wanted them here. You hadn’t wanted to put on this dress. You hadn’t wanted to sit through polite smiles and shared olives while Harry played the host. You wanted him. All of him. You wanted his lap and his fingers on your thigh and that low voice he used just for you, not the cheerful one he used for guests.

So you bratted.

You’d huffed when he asked if you were okay.

You’d kicked off your shoes with a sigh when Alessandro complimented them.

You hadn’t laughed at a single joke, even though you normally laughed at everything Harry said.

And when he asked you softly, just once, “Can you be a bit nicer, love?” you gave him a look like you might explode. You folded your arms. You pushed your little sunglasses up so they perched right on your head and ignored him.

Now Harry was watching you from the head of the table. Something about the way his jaw was set made your stomach flutter with nerves. You shifted your weight. Bit the inside of your cheek.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked calmly.

The table fell quiet. You looked up, blinking. His voice wasn’t sharp. It was too gentle, too even. That was worse.

You looked around. Everyone was watching.

“Upstairs,” Harry added.

He didn’t wait. Just rose from his chair and headed toward the house.

You followed.

Quietly.

The bedroom door shut with a heavy click. The light from the window poured across the floor in a buttery stripe. You stood near the foot of the bed, your arms still crossed over your chest.

Harry turned slowly. His eyes moved over you, your dress, your bare legs, the stubborn tilt of your chin, as he folded his arms.

“What the fuck was that, bun?”

You looked away.

“I just— I didn’t feel like talking.”

“Didn’t feel like talking.” He repeated it like it tasted bitter. “You sulked through the whole afternoon. Made every person at that table uncomfortable. Me included.”

You sniffed. “They weren’t even talking to me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You know how it looked?” He stepped closer. You still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Like I’ve got a spoiled little brat I can’t control.”

You bristled. “I’m not—”

“You are,” he said. “You are. Right now, you are. And you know what I do with spoiled little brats?”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

He was right in front of you now. You could smell the vanilla scent on his skin, the faint warmth of sweat from the sun. You looked up, and his gaze softened for a second, like he saw the little tremble in your lip.

Then it hardened again.

“Over the bed.”

“Harr—”

He raised a brow.

You turned.

The sheets were soft under your hands. Your dress was bunched up around your waist, your underwear tugged down to your thighs. You hated how quick the tears came, always did when he got serious like this.

His palm landed on your ass, sharp, sudden.

You jumped.

“You don’t get to embarrass me in front of people I care about,” he said calmly.

Another smack. Harder.

“You don’t get to sulk through an afternoon because I’m being a host.”

You sniffled. “I didn’t mean to—”

Another slap. “Yes, you did. You meant to. You do this when you don’t get what you want. And I’ve let you slide for weeks.”

You buried your face in the duvet. Your thighs trembled.

Harry’s hand came down again, slower this time, more deliberate. His rings left little warm imprints in your skin. You gasped, partly from pain, partly from shame.

“You’re not a little girl, baby,” he said softly. “You know how to behave.”

A whimper left your lips. You didn’t fight back now. Not even a word.

“You don’t talk to me like that,” he added. “Not when I’ve been patient. Not when I’m trying to include you.”

Another sharp smack.

“I love you, but I won’t tolerate disrespect.”

Your tears soaked into the pillow. Your lip quivered.

Then he leaned over you, fingers sliding over your hips. His touch, suddenly gentle, ghosted between your legs.

You were wet.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured. “My poor, pretty baby. So full of attitude, but suddenly so obedient when I really punish you.”

You nodded quickly, crying harder.

“I know. I know you do.”

He rubbed you softly, just once, then pulled your panties back up and helped you sit on the edge of the bed. Your hands trembled. He knelt in front of you.

“Look at me.”

You did.

His thumb brushed your tear-slick cheek.

“You’re gonna go back down there,” he said gently, “and you’re gonna sit by me. You don’t have to be chatty, but you will be polite. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded.

He kissed your forehead.

“You’re my good girl now, yeah?”

Your voice was tiny. “Yeah.”

He stood. Straightened his shirt. Ran a hand through his hair.

You took a moment to breathe, wiping your eyes, your heart thudding hard in your chest.

The walk down the stairs felt like a dream. Your legs were still shaky. Your face was warm. The lump in your throat refused to disappear.

Harry took your hand as you stepped back onto the terrace. Everyone looked up, casual smiles, not prying. Maybe they thought he’d scolded you. Maybe they knew exactly what happened. You didn’t want to know.

Alessandro was the first to speak, “There’s my girl. You alright, bella?”

You gave a small nod. Managed a soft, “Yeah.”

Harry sat back at the head of the table and pulled you down into the chair beside him. His hand stayed on your thigh. His thumb traced slow circles. You leaned into his side, still trembling slightly.

Harry passed you a small glass of water. You sipped it without speaking.

He kept talking like nothing had happened.

But every time he glanced at you, his eyes were warm. Every time your fingers twitched, he gave them a reassuring squeeze.

The sun was slipping lower in the sky now, casting long shadows across the terrace. The conversations had picked up again. Alessandro was gesturing wildly about a new design, and two of Harry’s friends were bent over a chess board they’d found inside. Laughter hummed through the air.

But you were quiet.

Still curled into the seat beside Harry, still letting him rest his hand on your thigh. You hadn’t spoken more than a word or two since coming back down.

Harry hadn’t pushed. He was keeping you close, making sure your glass stayed full, brushing his fingers gently over your skin every few minutes. But he hadn’t really looked at you since you sat.

Now, he did.

And he saw it.

You weren’t pouting anymore. You weren’t bratting. But your eyes had that soft, glassy sheen, the one that came just before tears, when you were trying so hard to be brave and good.

He leaned in, lowering his voice near your ear.

“Baby,” he murmured. “You alright?”

You blinked up at him quickly, too quickly. Like you were trying to hide it

Your lashes were damp.

Harry’s heart squeezed. He slid his hand higher on your thigh and gave it a firmer squeeze, not in warning, but in apology.

“C’mere, love. Just a minute.”

You swallowed hard. Didn’t resist when he helped you up.

He didn’t say anything to the others. Just led you gently through the arched doorway into the house, down the hallway, and into the quiet, tiled bathroom near the guest room. The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the laughter and chatting from outside.

You stood still near the sink, arms wrapped around your stomach, the last shiver of shame curling inside you.

Harry stepped close, one hand cupping the back of your neck. The other smoothed down your back, all the way to your waist.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed, “I didn’t give you what you needed, did I?”

You shook your head slowly, lips wobbling.

“I was just trying to handle it,” you whispered. “I was trying to be good…”

“You were good,” he said, pulling you gently into his chest. “You were so good for me, lovie. I should’ve taken care of you right away. That’s on me.”

The tears started. Quiet at first, soft sniffles pressed into the cotton of his shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, tight. He held you closer, hand stroking your hair, murmuring against the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You didn’t deserve to feel that way. You were overwhelmed, yeah? And I should’ve helped you come back down.”

You nodded quickly, pressing your face into his collar.

“I didn’t mean to ruin the evening…”

“You didn’t ruin a thing, baby. You’re my girl. I don’t care about a mood, I care about you.” He kissed your temple. “You’re allowed to feel things. I just needed to help you through them better. That’s my job.”

His voice was so soft, so steady. Like a hand stroking down your spine. You breathed in the scent of him, warm and familiar and safe.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked quietly, rubbing your lower back.

You shook your head. “No. Not really.”

“But you feel floaty?”

You nodded.

“Sad?”

Another little nod.

He held your face in both hands now, tilting your chin up gently. Your eyes were wet, nose pink.

“I’m gonna run you a bath after they leave,” he promised. “Warm water. I’ll stay with you the whole time. And then we’ll lie in bed and I’ll play with your hair until you fall asleep. You want that?”

Your voice was small. “Yes, please.”

He kissed your cheeks, first one, then the other, like sealing a promise.

“I love it when you’re like this.” he said

You hiccuped a little tearful laugh. “Why like this?”

“Because you let me see all of you,” he whispered. “And all of you is beautiful.”

You melted into him again, arms wrapping tighter.

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just one more.

➸ ask: “Hey! How about “one more kiss, please” from the prompt list for Jayce. I just need him desperately yearning for reader” – ➸ pairing: jayce talis x gn!reader ➸ word count: 1.3k ➸ tags: mdni! fluff, kissing, yearning, mutual pining, gender-neutral reader, no mention of y/n. ➸ notes: tysm for asking! ask came from this prompt!

You couldn’t count on ten fingers how many nights you dreamt of Jayce Talis, the Man of Progress himself. The image of him rattled through your mind at every waking hour, that stupid smile you always wanted to wipe from his lips with your own. 

What you hadn’t known was how he reciprocated the sentiment. Jayce would find you at your workstation, dirt on your face and welding goggles on as you carefully put together pieces that would host the hextech gemstones for further research. You had become a treasure to him, someone he could rely on when his days were busy, which were more often than not.

There were plenty of times you hadn’t been aware of his presence, he would stand in the doorway watching you work. Hearts for eyes and forcing himself to turn away before his heart ached too much, knowing that you weren’t his.

He yearned for you each day, staying up into the late hours, wondering if you felt the same.

How could you? You were too…perfect. 

It was the night of one of Piltover’s illustrious charity events that brought in only the richest of citizens. Any and all who put in their well-earned money for the academy, and you, had been invited by Jayce himself. Viktor had decided against it, not so much inclined to spend his night at another event when he could be spending his evening in the lab with Sky.

So, you took his spot – and you did not belong.

With your hand wrapped around an empty glass which once held a darkened liquor, you stood off to the side in the large area that had been decorated so elegantly. The tunes of the live music and sounds of chatter filled your ears, eyes looking amongst the swarm of rich Piltovians sharing conversation about gods knows what.

Jayce had been everywhere and nowhere, the Golden Boy was easily the most important icon of the evening. Everyone wanted to talk with him, ask about his research and his plans for improvement of the city. 

It was irritating to be stuck alone, but at least the invitation filled your stomach with top-shelf food and liquor you wouldn’t be able to afford yourself.

There Jayce stood amongst a group of rich folk, eating him up, just like you knew they would. He was surrounded, a big smile on his lips as he moved his way through each conversation with his natural knack of charisma. You wondered what he was talking about, watching his lips move as he spoke so goddamn passionately, hands flying with each word. 

His eyes connected with yours at one point, lingering on you for a quick moment with that stupid smile, before his attention was enraptured by another generous donor.

After a few more minutes of watching, you gave up. There was nothing else for you here.

Footsteps clicked along the surface of the tiled floors, the empty halls more inviting than the gala ever was. Your fingers dragged along the surface of the brick walls, the liquor having left you in just the perfect amount of bliss as you made your way home, knowing you could sleep the next day away.

“Hey!” A voice called from behind you, startling you with a soft gasp.

You snapped your head around, eyes widening when they settled on Jayce hurrying down the hall behind you. He wore a smile, wearing too fancy of clothing to be chasing you down.

“Why are you leaving?” He asked once he reached a few steps away of you, breathing a bit heavy, “Sorry… out of breath,” he chuckled through deep inhales, “I didn’t think I’d catch up to you.”

The thumping of your heart against your rib cage didn’t go unnoticed, stilled in silence over the fact that he chased after you. A tiny smile spread across your lips.

“It’s not really my style,” you finally replied, hands landing on your hips, “why do you care if I leave?”

“Why do I care?” Jayce’s eyebrows furrowed together, “because I invited you here. I… I want you here.”

You hated how sweet he was.

“You’re a busy man, Jayce,” you smiled, offering a slight shake of your head as you stepped toward him, better seeing him under the dim lighting of the empty hallways, “I’m not too fond of just standing around watching you get swarmed by every wealthy person from Piltover. As inviting as that sounds.”

He snorted out a laugh, eyes watching you closely as you stepped directly below one of the overhanging lights. It illuminated your features perfectly, made you appear like a glowing angel.

“So, you’re just going to leave me here by myself?” He asked, those big eyes of his making you want to melt right into the floor beneath you.

You laughed in disbelief, raising an eyebrow, “you’re not alone.”

“But I want you here,” he was adamant, eyebrows furrowing again, “come on. It’s not that bad.”

“You’re annoying,” you groaned, trying to act like this was worse than it was. You had a flair for the dramatics when you needed to pull something out from your sleeve, “I’ll see you tomorrow anyway, it’s fine,” you brushed him off with a wave of your hand, “plus, you’re going to be busy all night, so if I stay, I’ll end up getting drunk by myself and that’s never turned out well for me.”

Jayce’s eyes flickered over your face, studying your expression carefully. Neither of you had realized how close you had gotten, close enough that he could tuck back some of your hair behind your ear. The movement of his hand made you both tense up, a fleeting touch that he hadn’t realized he’d done. Fingers brushed against the shell of your ear as he pulled his hand away, redness tinting his cheeks.

“Oh, uh–” he forced out an awkward laugh, eyes now looking anywhere other than your face, “you had some hair… in your face.”

Lips parted, but you couldn’t speak. His touched left you stunned in place, eyes big as you watched him. You watched as his eyes focused somewhere along the walls, hands balling into tense fists and teeth biting at his lower lip.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the late hour of the night, but you hadn’t the slightest care in the world anymore. All you wanted was Jayce, and it was his fault that he made you feel this way, so you were going to pull him into the mess that was you.

Even if it ruined the friendship you worked so hard to maintain, all these years.

His amber eyes landed back on you when he felt your hands reaching to his cheeks, cupping his face oh-so delicately. They widened as he watched you lean closer, noticing the way your gaze flickered down to his lips he’d been habitually chewing on all evening.

Jayce’s heart fluttered, and he acted on what felt right. Meeting you halfway and sighing when your lips touched after years of imagining what this would feel like. 

Both hands reached out for you, resting on your waist as he pressed forward. The kiss developed slowly, lips moving together a bit clumsily as your patience wore thin. Hands explored each other, touching hips and shoulders, and your tongue slipped from between your lips, and that’s when you froze.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you pulled back, taking a slight step away, “sorry–”

“No, don’t,” he whispered, closing the distance with a forward step until your chests were pressed together. He stared deep into your eyes, his own full of love as his gaze continued to flicker down to your lips that he needed to taste again, “one more kiss… please.”

You smiled like an idiot.

“Just one more,” you murmured, rolling your eyes affectionately, before he pulled you back into another kiss that took the breath from your lungs.

Jayce would be the death of you.

[smutmind]

hi may i request park myung soo x winter where winter have no choice but to get fuck by him because he is a senior in the industry or something please,,

Glass Doll ft. Winter

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I'll just do something close to what you want. I don't want to fantisize about Myung Soo so I won't write him :D If that's your kink feel free to just replace the MC with his image inside your own head.

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tags: PowerPlay, OlderManYoungerWoman, CastingCouch, IdolTraining, ReluctantConsent, KpopErotica, DaddyDom, PublicSuccessPrivateSubmission, SugarBabyFantasy, EmotionalManipulation, ForcedObedience, OralWorship, FacialFinish, HotelRoomSex, ControlAndCorruption, PredatorAndPrey, SilentSubmission, CorruptedInnocence, FakeMoansRealControl, CelebrityDomination.

The studio lights sparkled like frost over a field of clapping hands.

Winter bowed with a practiced blush. Her lips curled, soft and sweet, and the pale bow in her hair trembled every time she turned her head.

The variety show throbbed with bright energy. Hosts laughed, sound effects chimed, and applause hit on cue. She was the shiny new toy—bubbly, pink, perfectly palatable.

“Winter! Can you show us your aegyo face one more time?”

Her hands formed fists under her chin. She tilted her head and squeaked, “Oppa~!”

Laughter and coos exploded around her. One of the older cameramen audibly sighed.

The lead host, Mr. Jang, leaned closer on the couch. “You’re going to melt a thousand hearts like that,” he said with a grin that never touched his eyes.

Winter laughed, cheeks pinker now. “I’m trying my best, sunbaenim.”

He nodded, eyes fixed on her lips as she spoke. “I can tell.”

They moved into the next segment. She juggled tangerines blindfolded. She sang one line from a children’s song in a chipmunk voice. She coughed through a bite of too-spicy pickled squid while the audience howled with delight.

Mr. Jang never left her side.

“Brave girl,” he murmured once, brushing her shoulder when the cameras weren’t looking. “That’ll take you far.”

Winter blinked, lips frozen in a half-smile.

After the final take, the lights faded into warm tones. The crowd exited. The cast huddled together for a group selfie.

“Come here,” Mr. Jang said, gesturing.

Winter stepped into place.

His hand slid around her waist—low, too low. She froze.

“Smile,” he said, lifting his phone.

She leaned in, forced her lips into something soft and grateful.

Then she felt it.

His hips pressed against her ass. Firm. Intentional.

Hard.

The shutter clicked. Again. Again.

Winter didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

“Good job today,” he whispered, lips near her ear. “Come see me after we close. Just a quick chat.”

The lights dimmed further. The chatter grew distant.

Winter stepped away, her smile still fixed like a ribbon that couldn’t come undone.

She knew that tone.

And she knew exactly what it meant.

The dressing room pulsed with a quiet hum, warm with overhead light and the scent of wine and cologne.

Winter perched on the edge of a velvet-lined couch, spine straight, palms resting flat on her thighs.

Mr. Jang sipped from his glass, leaned against the vanity like he owned not just the room, but the air inside it.

“You were sharp today,” he said, swirling the dark red liquid. “No fumbles. Even your mistakes looked cute.”

“Thank you, sunbaenim,” she replied, eyes lowered.

He moved slowly. Not pacing—circling. Each step padded, deliberate, like a man studying a rare bird that had landed too close.

“You know, girls like you don’t come around often. Bright. Polished. Willing.”

She blinked. “Willing?”

“To learn,” he said, with a smile that didn’t correct the undertone.

He stood behind her now. She didn’t turn.

“Do you know how many names I helped build?” His voice dropped lower. “IU. Taeyeon. Son Ye-jin.”

Winter’s heart ticked faster.

He walked again, slow orbit around her still body. “They were like you once. Soft-spoken. Curious. Eager to earn their spot.”

Her eyes flicked to the table—his watch, a second glass, a room key.

“They came through this show and left as women who knew exactly how the world works.”

Winter lifted her gaze, carefully. “I want to grow too.”

He smiled, pleased. “That’s good.”

He crouched beside her, too close, elbow on his knee. His fingers brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“You have the face of a doll,” he murmured. “But I bet there’s something sharp under all that lace.”

Winter didn’t respond.

“Tell me,” he said. “Do you want to be remembered like them? Immortal?”

Her throat felt tight. “Yes.”

He rose to his full height.

“Then show me you understand.”

He turned to the counter, poured a second glass, and placed it gently on the table in front of her.

The wine shimmered dark as blood under the low light.

“One sip,” he said. “That’s all. If you’re not ready, leave it full.”

Winter stared at it.

The silence held like a held breath.

She reached out with slow fingers, lifted the glass.

And drank.

The wine was warm, velvet on her tongue, thick with something unspoken.

Winter set the glass down with both hands, the stem clicking softly against the table. Her face was blank.

Mr. Jang watched her closely—more like a collector than a man.

“You just made a choice,” he said quietly.

Winter didn’t speak.

He reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a single keycard—gold-edged, sleek, with the discreet logo of a luxury hotel stamped in black.

He placed it gently beside the wineglass. “The Ritz. Floor twenty-three.”

She stared at it.

“Come tonight. No need to knock. I’ll be waiting.”

He stepped closer, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His breath was warm, faintly sour with red wine.

“And wear that tank top from your MV,” he added. “The pale blue one. With the string straps.”

Winter looked up, slow. “You remember that?”

He smiled. “I remember everything I want to fuck.”

Her breath hitched—almost imperceptibly.

He stepped back, cool again. “Midnight. Don’t be late.”

Then he left her alone with the key, the empty wineglass, and the weight of what she'd just agreed to.

The hallway carpet muffled her steps.

Winter stood in front of suite 2423, pale blue straps clinging to her shoulders. The tank top clung like second skin. No bra. No sleeves. Her jeans were low on her hips, makeup soft but deliberate.

She knocked once.

The door opened immediately.

Mr. Jang was in a black robe, loosely tied. Bare chest underneath. His eyes traveled the length of her without shame.

He smiled. “Exactly like the video. You look incredible.”

She stepped inside. The room was hushed and warm, dim lights glowing from wall sconces. A single bottle of wine rested in a bucket of ice.

“I knew you’d come,” he said, closing the door.

Winter didn’t answer. She stood in the entryway, eyes low, hands at her sides.

He circled her once, slow. Like a buyer appraising silk.

“You’re smart,” he said. “You understand things most girls don’t. How to move. How to read a man. How to survive.”

She turned toward him. Her lips barely moved. “I want to do well.”

He raised a brow. “And you will.”

He stepped back toward the plush couch, sat down, legs spread under the robe. One hand rested on his thigh.

“I think you already know how to do it,” he murmured.

Winter walked toward him, knees brushing the rug. She sank slowly, gracefully, like she’d rehearsed it in silence. Like a ritual.

He sighed, hand sliding through her hair.

“Like a well-trained geisha,” he whispered.

Her lips parted. She touched him gently, eyes raised to his.

He leaned back, breath deepening.

The wine sat untouched. The robe loosened.

And Winter, still as water, began to serve the price of her ambition.

The carpet pressed warm against her knees.

Winter looked up, lashes trembling. Mr. Jang’s robe hung open, soft belly rising under his chest, salt-and-pepper hair brushing his sternum. He looked down at her with a kind of hunger that had nothing to do with love.

She wrapped her fingers gently around the base of his cock. Thicker than she expected, heavy with years, veins mapping under her touch.

“You’re so hard already,” she whispered, voice barely a breath. “Is it because of me… or the tank top?”

He groaned low. “Both.”

Winter smirked faintly. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, slow as honey.

“I’ve never had a fan this devoted,” he said, resting his arm along the back of the couch. “You girls… you don’t make idols like this anymore.”

She kissed the tip, then sank her lips down, inch by inch. Her throat stretched to take him deeper.

He hissed. “Fuck, you’ve done this before.”

She pulled back, a thread of saliva clinging to her lip. “Not like this. Not for someone like you.”

Her tongue worked with trained grace—circling, teasing. She bobbed gently, moaning just loud enough for it to vibrate around his cock.

“You sound beautiful,” he groaned. “That little voice… twenty years younger, and you know exactly how to use it.”

Winter flicked her tongue against the slit. “Guess I’m a fast learner, oppa.”

He laughed—a deep, pleased sound. His hand cradled the back of her head now, not forcing, just guiding.

“You were born the year I debuted,” he said with a grunt. “And now you’re on your knees, sucking me like you’ve done it for a decade.”

She moaned louder, letting it echo in the quiet suite. His cock throbbed between her lips.

“Tell me how it feels,” she breathed, tongue dragging along the side.

“Like velvet,” he muttered. “Like sin in a schoolgirl’s mouth.”

She took him deep again, gagging lightly, then pulling off with a wet pop. Spit smeared her chin. Her eyes glowed under the low light.

“You taste older,” she whispered. “Different. Heavy.”

His thighs trembled. “Don’t stop.”

Winter nodded, wrapping her lips around him once more. Her pace shifted—slower, deeper, more deliberate.

She let out a long, low moan that made his hips twitch.

“Fuck, Winter… You were born to do this.”

And still, she worked him—like every breath she had depended on making him lose his.

His cock twitched in her mouth just as he chuckled.

“You’re doing all this with your clothes still on?” he teased, brushing her hair back. “A bit overdressed for such devotion, don’t you think?”

Winter let him slip free with a wet sigh. Her chin glistened. She looked up, lips parted, breathing hard.

“You want me bare?” she asked, voice smooth and quiet. “While I suck you?”

He nodded, eyes greedy. “Let’s see what your fans never will.”

She stood slowly, letting the tank top cling as she raised her arms. The straps slid down, catching against the curve of her shoulders. She turned as she eased it off—deliberate, slow, keeping her movements soft. The cotton fell to the floor like it had given up.

Winter didn’t have much on top. Her breasts were small, tight, pale like porcelain with pink tips that stiffened under the air.

She saw his eyes pause—just for a second. That hunger deepened.

She unbuttoned her jeans next, wriggling them down her hips with a faint smile. “You like this, ajusshi?”

“I love it,” he growled, pulling her gently toward him. “Come here.”

She leaned in. His hands found her hips, then slid up her ribs. He licked one of her nipples, then sucked it—soft, slow, savoring.

Winter gasped.

He groaned into her skin. “Small doesn’t mean less. You’re perfect. Pale as milk, soft as a doll.”

She trembled, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she dropped to her knees again—naked now, flushed and wet at the lips.

“Let me finish,” she whispered.

She took him back into her mouth. This time, her tits bounced softly with each bob of her head. He looked down, fingers stroking her hair, watching her whole body move for him.

“Fuck… look at you now,” he murmured. “That’s how a real star gets made.”

Winter moaned louder—part shame, part hunger, all submission.

Mr. Jang’s cock glistened with spit, still hard, pulsing in the open air.

Winter sat back on her heels, chest rising and falling, nipples tight in the chill.

“Not yet,” he said, brushing her cheek. “I want to feel that little body of yours wrapped around me.”

She nodded slowly. Her thighs tingled as she stood, stepping closer between his spread legs. He watched her like prey—eyes locked on her pale hips, his tongue pressing against his lower lip.

“Ride me,” he said, voice rough with need. “Let me see you work for it.”

Winter straddled him carefully. His cock brushed against her folds, and she lowered herself with practiced slowness.

She didn’t flinch—but her breath caught just enough.

“Ahjussi,” she whispered, lifting her hips, then sliding down again. “Is this how you like it?”

He groaned, hands gripping her ass.

Winter rolled her hips, slow figure-eights, soft moans spilling from her lips—light, musical, every note tuned to tighten him.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she moved, bouncing just enough to make her small tits sway. She knew he liked to watch.

“You feel so big, ahjussi… stretching me out like a toy.”

He bit his lip, groaning louder. “Fuck, you sound made for this.”

She clenched around him, fake-gasping, her moans high and trembling. It wasn’t real—but it didn’t need to be. Her performance was the real act.

Winter tossed her hair back, lips parted, eyes fluttering as she slammed down harder.

“Oh—ahh, yes—deeper, ahjussi, please—”

He bucked under her, growling. “You look incredible. That face… those little sounds…”

She leaned forward, chest in his face, hips still dancing. Her voice turned breathy. “Do I make you feel young again?”

He laughed, breath hot against her skin. “You make me feel like a god.”

Her pace quickened. She let out a long, fake whimper, tightening again, milking him from the inside.

He moaned, fingers digging into her hips. “Just like that—ride me, Winter. Show me how stars are born.”

And she did—one calculated grind at a time.

Winter’s hips rose and dropped in a steady rhythm—then shifted to slow, grinding circles that made his breath catch.

“Holy fuck,” Mr. Jang gasped, head tilting back, hands locked tight around her waist. “You’re… fucking perfect.”

She moaned softly in reply, the sound smooth, practiced. Her eyes half-lidded. Her lips parted just enough.

But inside, her stomach curled.

His cock pulsed deep in her, and every grind pressed him tighter against her walls. She could feel him twitching, feel the tension coiling in his thighs as he lost control.

“You’re like velvet,” he growled. “Like you were made for this.”

Winter smiled faintly—mechanical. She let her fingers trace his chest, let her breath stutter on cue.

She bounced faster now, her thighs burning. The slap of skin echoed between them.

“Oh, ahjussi,” she whimpered, pushing her hips forward, grinding down hard. “So deep… so good…”

His hands roamed up to her chest again, squeezing her small breasts, mouth open in something close to worship.

“Tell me you love it,” he gasped.

She leaned close to his ear. “I love how big you are… how you fill me, ahjussi.”

But her mind was miles away.

She pictured a stage light. A microphone. Her name in headlines. Not the sweat sticking between her breasts or the smell of wine and old cologne.

Her thighs trembled from effort, not pleasure. She faked a deep moan, let her body shiver on top of him like climax was near.

“Ohh—right there, please don’t stop—”

He bucked up into her, groaning like a man possessed. “You drive me crazy, baby.”

She bit her lip, smiling down at him. Pretty. Empty.

Inside, she felt nothing but disgust.

And still, she kept moving.

The couch creaked under them. Winter’s thighs trembled from the strain of riding him, sweat beading along the curve of her spine.

Her hips bounced harder now, her moans softer, drawn-out—a rhythm she’d mastered.

Mr. Jang’s hands squeezed her ass, thumbs spreading her open with every lift and drop. His eyes locked on her face, desperate.

“You close?” he panted, voice tight. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

Winter smiled through parted lips. She met his gaze, eyes shining with a false sheen.

“Y-Yes… ahjussi,” she whispered. “Almost there…”

He narrowed his eyes. Something in her tone. The rhythm of her breath.

“Are you lying to me?” he asked.

Winter paused. Her fingers twitched on his chest. “No, I—”

His hands shot to her waist, gripping harder. “You are.”

She tried to move again, but his grip tightened.

“You’re faking it,” he said, voice lower now. “You’re just putting on a fucking show.”

Her mouth opened, but no sound came.

“Get on the bed.”

Winter blinked.

“Now,” he growled. “All fours. I want to feel it raw.”

She slid off his lap slowly, knees wobbling. Her thighs ached. Her skin slick.

The bed was wide and soft, sheets barely rumpled. She climbed onto it, positioning herself as told—hands flat, knees apart. The cool air kissed her back, her breasts hanging freely, trembling slightly.

Behind her, he moved without urgency. The robe fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Then she felt him again—his hands spreading her, cock lining up, tip nudging her open.

No more pretense.

He drove into her in one thick, brutal push.

Winter gasped, her arms buckling slightly.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “So tight when you’re not pretending.”

He thrust again, harder. The bed jolted. Her fingers curled in the sheets.

She tried to moan—but nothing came out right. Her voice caught in her throat.

The slap of his hips echoed off the walls. Skin on skin. No music, no lights. Just sweat and breath and the rough scrape of dominance.

“Now moan like you mean it,” he snapped, one hand wrapping around her hair, pulling her head back.

Winter bit her lip. A sob caught in her chest—quiet, shaky.

His thrusts grew erratic, faster. Deep. Brutal.

“Say my name,” he groaned. “Say it while I fuck you like no boy your age ever could.”

Her mouth opened. “Ah—ahjussi—”

He slammed into her. “Louder.”

“Ahjussi—please—”

Her voice cracked. Her eyes burned. The tears came now—uninvited, unwelcome. She blinked them away before they could fall.

His grip bruised her hips. “That’s it… that’s real, isn’t it?”

Winter’s body rocked forward with each stroke. The sheets slipped under her knees. Her arms shook.

She couldn’t fake it anymore.

She hated the way her body responded—the way wetness still clung between her thighs, the way his cock filled her so completely she couldn’t even lie to herself about the sensation.

But it wasn’t arousal. It was survival.

He grunted louder now, hands gripping her waist like reins. “You’re not moaning now. What happened, little actress?”

She stayed quiet.

He pulled out, then slammed back in. Her breath choked.

“Say you love this,” he ordered. “Say it.”

Winter’s hands clenched tighter. Her voice shook. “I love it…”

“You love my cock inside you?”

“I…” her throat closed. “Yes, ahjussi.”

He came with a growl, hips jerking, cock twitching deep inside her.

Winter froze.

He collapsed over her back, breath hot and panting against her ear.

For a moment, there was silence. Just the ticking of the hotel clock and their uneven breathing.

Then he pulled out slowly, hand sliding down her spine.

“You really are something,” he murmured. “Not just a face. You’ve got the guts for this business.”

Winter stayed on her knees, face lowered into the sheets.

Her body shook—but not from pleasure.

And deep in her chest, something cracked.

Winter’s body trembled beneath him—elbows locked, breath shallow. The bed creaked louder now, Mr. Jang’s pace reckless, hips slapping into her with a desperate rhythm.

He groaned, sweat dripping onto her back. “You feel too fucking good, baby—too tight, too warm—”

She squeezed her eyes shut. His cock throbbed deep inside her, each thrust dull and thick, punching into the end of her.

Her own pleasure was long gone. If it had ever been there.

But his was building. She could feel it in the way his fingers bruised her hips, in how his thrusts grew shorter, messier.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “Right inside this perfect little pussy—fuck—you hear me?”

Winter nodded faintly, voice caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat.

Then it happened.

He slammed into her and held, cock buried to the base, his body jerking with release.

“Ahhh—fuck—fuck, yes—take it—take all of it—”

Winter whimpered as she felt the heat spill inside her. Thick. Hot. Coating everything.

He collapsed against her back, panting like he’d just run miles. His cock twitched once more, still seated deep inside her.

The moment stretched, filled only with his groans and her barely contained breath.

Then he pulled out. A slow, wet slide.

His semen dripped from between her legs, slick and humiliating.

“Come here,” he muttered, sitting up.

Winter turned on aching limbs, kneeling again in front of him.

He held his softening cock out to her. “Clean it.”

She leaned in without hesitation. Licked gently at the base, then wrapped her lips around the shaft, sucking him slowly—her own taste, his taste, bitter on her tongue.

He sighed, one hand stroking her hair. “Good girl.”

When he pulled away, he gestured to the minibar. “Pour us some whiskey.”

Winter stood on shaky legs, still naked. She moved to the counter, found the crystal decanter, poured carefully into two glasses.

She returned to the bed and handed him one. He patted the mattress beside him.

She climbed in.

He took a long sip, then set his drink aside and slid his hand to her breast. He cupped it, thumbing the nipple.

“You did well tonight,” he said softly. “Better than girls half your age with twice the curves.”

Winter turned toward him, lips curling into a soft smile. “Thank you, ahjussi. I wanted to make you proud.”

“You did,” he said. “You made me harder than I’ve been in years.”

She giggled—just enough. “Then I’m glad I could help.”

He leaned back, relaxed now. “You’ll go far, Winter. Just stay close to people who matter.”

She nodded. “I will.”

When the clock struck two, he sat up and stretched.

“You should go,” he said. “Rest. Big day tomorrow.”

She gathered her clothes quietly, dressed without a word. Before she left, he stopped her.

“One more thing.”

She turned.

His eyes were calm. “No one hears about this. Ever.”

Winter nodded. “Of course, ahjussi.”

The door shut softly behind her.

The next day, their group took center stage at the music festival.

Cameras flashed. Crowds screamed. Winter smiled perfectly, danced precisely, laughed when she was supposed to.

A week later, the variety show aired. Winter had the most screentime—her charm, her aegyo, her sweet innocence broadcast to millions.

Clips went viral. Her solo fancam topped charts. Her name trended across three countries.

The group won two awards that same night. Sales doubled. Sponsorships flooded in.

And Winter smiled through every second of it.

It had been four months since their last comeback. Four months since Winter stood drenched in lights and praise, her face splashed across billboards, her voice climbing charts, her body the centerpiece of half a dozen campaigns. They were no longer rookies. They were stars.

Tonight, they wrapped another appearance on The Jang Show—but this time, the tone had shifted. No longer guests in awe, no longer sweet girls hoping for a sliver of screentime. Now, the cameras followed them.

Winter knew what came next.

As the final segment ended and applause echoed through the studio, she exchanged quick bows, a few thanks, a picture with the panel—and then she slipped away. Past the hallway where assistants bustled. Past the catering trays.

To the back lot.

His trailer was exactly where it always parked—angled near the far fence, quiet, discreet.

She climbed the steps and knocked once.

The door opened.

Mr. Jang looked the same, maybe a little leaner. Still in his hosting suit, tie loosened. His eyes swept over her in one practiced glance.

He stepped aside. “Come in, superstar.”

Winter entered without hesitation.

The inside smelled faintly of him—cologne, leather, the stale edge of coffee.

She turned. Let her bag drop to the floor. Their eyes met. No words needed.

“Take off the jacket,” he said.

She obeyed. The blazer slipped from her shoulders, revealing the tight white stage top underneath, one strap already slipping.

He walked toward her, slow. “You were amazing tonight.”

She smiled. “I learned from the best.”

Mr. Jang reached out, thumb grazing her lips. “Still so obedient.”

Winter reached for his belt. “Still yours when you want me.”

He smirked. “That’s why I keep you.”

His cock was already hard when she freed it. She dropped to her knees without prompting, slipping him into her mouth with practiced grace.

But halfway through the slow rhythm of her lips, she pulled back slightly and looked up.

“Ahjussi,” she whispered, voice full of sugar and satin. “Can we not finish inside tonight?”

He blinked, amused. “No?”

“I can’t risk it. We’re doing music shows every day. A pregnancy scandal would destroy everything.”

He raised a brow. “You negotiating with me now?”

Winter gave a small pout. “I’m just being careful. For both of us.”

He considered her. His cock pulsed against her cheek.

“You want a different ending,” he said. “Bold.”

She nuzzled him with a tiny giggle. “I’ll still moan for you. Still aegyo. Just… maybe not in my pussy this time?”

He laughed, deep and low. “You really know how to keep your place while asking for what you want.”

He stroked her hair.

“Alright, Winter. I’ll allow it.”

She kissed the head of his cock, then took him back into her mouth, deeper this time. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she worked him, tongue curling perfectly, pace slow and loving.

The trailer filled with wet sounds, her soft moans, his heavy breath.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he groaned. “Better than ever.”

She pulled back. “I’ve been practicing… for you, ahjussi.”

He chuckled. “I can tell.”

He helped her stand, then turned her toward the mirror by the vanity.

“Bend over.”

She braced her hands on the counter as he pulled her skirt up and her panties down.

He slid into her with a single thrust. Her mouth opened in a high, practiced gasp.

“Ahhh—ahjussi, so big!”

He slammed into her again. “Louder.”

“Please—so deep, I love it—fuck me harder, ahjussi—”

He grunted, pace relentless. Her hands gripped the vanity’s edge, her back arching perfectly for his eyes.

Every moan she let out was sweet and false. Every reaction drawn from muscle memory, not need.

Still, she made it sound real—bouncing, crying out, whispering dirty things that made his thrusts grow savage.

“Look at you,” he growled, pulling her hair. “All grown up and still my little toy.”

Winter moaned louder. “I love being your toy, ahjussi. Only yours.”

Her voice shook just right.

Eventually, he pulled out.

“On your knees. Mouth open.”

She dropped instantly, looking up, tongue out, hands behind her back.

He stroked himself, eyes locked on her flushed face.

“You’re gonna take all of it. Every drop, Winter.”

“Yes, ahjussi,” she whispered, eyes gleaming. “Make me dirty.”

He came with a guttural sound, hot ropes painting her lips, her cheek, the tip of her nose.

She didn’t flinch. She smiled.

His breath steadied. He grabbed his phone from the counter.

One snap. Then another.

She looked up, still sticky, still smiling. “For your collection?”

He nodded. “You know the rules.”

Winter wiped her mouth slowly with a tissue, still kneeling.

“And the rules?” she asked softly.

His eyes darkened. “I let you speak. I let you ask. But I always choose.”

She nodded. “Yes, ahjussi.”

He helped her up, cleaned her gently, then handed her water. She sipped slowly, chest still rising from the rhythm before.

He poured himself a drink, sat back on the couch, and reached for her breast.

“You did well tonight.”

“Thank you.”

He stroked her nipple, rolling it gently. “Still soft. Still mine.”

She leaned into him. “Always.”

When the clock neared one, he stood.

“You should leave. Keep it quiet, like always.”

Winter dressed, fixed her hair, wiped the last of his cum from her jaw.

At the door, he stopped her.

“You’ll be back.”

“I know.”

She walked into the night, heels clicking on pavement, chin high.

The next morning, the internet exploded. Winter’s stage clips topped every trending chart. Fans flooded the comments with love, calling her angel, queen, goddess.

The group won two more trophies that week.

And no one knew who she had to thank for it.

[keirareidss]

a life of our own - a.h

♡ summary: a peek into your life with aaron pairing: aaron hotchner x wife!reader warnings: kissing, domestic love wc: 1.1k

You and Aaron had gotten married on the 21st of May. A pretty spring wedding that landed on the day after the anniversary of the day you first met. Every year, you took a three day weekend, just the two of you, to celebrate.

The day had been absolutely perfect, Jack was the ring bearer, Aaron teared up during his vows, Rossi gave a tear jerking speech and Penelope nearly squealed when the two of you shared a kiss. The day ended with you two surrounded by your friends, no, your family.

You both agreed that you needed more space than either of your small apartments so you found a comfy house out in the suburbs, not too far from work but with a large backyard for Jack (and possible future kids, wink wink) to run around in, alongside an inground pool.

The two of you frequently hosted get-togethers with the whole team, summer barbecues, pool parties, you name it. It was always fun for the whole group to get together without having to solve a murder or catch a criminal.

It was mid-July and you decided to have another event. You cleaned the pool and Aaron ran to the store to grab barbecue supplies. The last few times, Rossi had manned the grill and this most recent time, he decided to leave a list for specific things for Hotch to get.

You texted the group chat an invite for this weekend and quickly got a lot of 'I'll be there!' or 'can't wait!' responses.

The weekend came, everyone brought swimsuits and a few dishes to add to the spread. JJ brought her kids, Henry and Michael, Penelope brought three swimsuits, why, you didn't know.

Rossi stood by the grill, like always, clicking his tongs (yes his tongs, he brought them from home, don't ask why) at anyone who got too close. You sat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool in a swimsuit, sunglasses over your eyes as you watched Jack splashing around.

A shadow fell over your body and you glanced up, finding your husband standing above you, two drinks in his hand. He lowered himself to the chair next to you, passing you a lemonade.

"Did you put sunscreen on?" He asks and you playfully roll your eyes.

"Yes, honey."

"Just looking out for you." He smiles, leaning over to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I know. You always do." You grinned back. You eventually joined the others in the pool, starting up a game of chicken with Derek, Emily, and JJ.

To be honest, it felt like you were living in a sitcom, all loving glances and tossing your head back when you laughed. You wanted to freeze the moment in a Polaroid and live in it forever.

"Food is ready kids! Who's hungry!?" Rossi shouted from the grill. Derek dropped you from his shoulders, exiting the pool after Prentiss and JJ. You lift yourself out of the pool, water dripping from your body. Aaron gets up, wrapping you in a towel, his arms winding around you in a strong hug until his son ran up to him, nudging at his leg.

"Daddy, can I have both?"

"Both of what buddy?" Aaron lifts him into his arms.

"A burger and a hot dog."

"Are you able to eat both?" He asked, smiling softly as the three of you made your way to the grill.

"Uh huh." Jack nodded.

"How about half of each?"

"Okay!" Hotch sets him down and he runs off in Rossi's direction, holding out a plate with a polite smile as he tells him what he'd like.

"What?" He asks, noticing that way you're smiling at him.

"Nothing, just... you're such a good dad." You loved watching him parent Jack, there was something so endearing about Hotch telling his son 'no ice cream tonight'.

"Thank you." He chuckled.

"I'm think I'm gonna run and change quick."

"I'll come with, I need to grab a towel for Jack or he's going to drip all over the floor when he comes inside."

The two of you head upstairs to your shared bedroom. Aaron sat on the bed, watching as you pulled your swimsuit bottoms off, replacing them with underwear and a pair of shorts. Before you can choose a top, Hotch grabs at your hand, tugging you closer to him. You chuckled as he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.

"You're so pretty." He murmurs, kissing at your neck. He plants open-mouthed, soft kisses down your chest, his arm snaking behind your back to pull at the string of your bikini top. It loosens immediately and he tosses it across the room, kissing at your cool, slightly damp breasts.

Your head falls back, your arms winding behind his neck as a small, pleased smile grows on your face.

"We need to get back out there. They'll be wondering where we are."

"Let them." He murmurs against your skin.

"Aaron." You scold teasingly. He glanced up at you through his eyelashes, saying your name in the same tone.

"Baby, come on. We gotta go." You climb off his lap and he sighs defeatedly, pushing off the bed. Before he leaves the room, his eyes trail after you to the closet where you grab a shirt to throw on.

The two of you make your way back to the yard, joining the team at the picnic table where you serve yourselves whatever's leftover.

"And where were you two?" Derek grins.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, I was changing."

"And you needed help with that?" He asks, nodding to Aaron who sat right next to you, seemingly focused on his meal. The topic quickly changes as Penelope brings up her new boyfriend. You notice someone's eyes on you from across the table and when you look up, Rossi winks at you with a grin before turning his attention to the others.

A hand finds your thighs under the table and you glance over. Hotch's heavy hand was squeezing your thighs but he wasn't even looking at you, instead focused on his son, ruffling his hair and smiling brightly as Jack squirted a lot more ketchup than he needed on his plate.

Your hand fell on top of his, squeezing three times. He turned his gaze to you, his smile softening into something more serene. Your mind suddenly changed, you didn't want to freeze this moment. You didn't want to stay here forever. You wanted more. You wanted every moment you could get with this man, with your family, the good, the bad, the difficult, all of it.

Taglist: @cinnamoncunt, @dramioneforevertilltheend, @tinythebunni, @khxna

[kurizz]

Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 2

click for part 1

Summary: Mira had a solo interview—at least, that’s what she thought. But right when it started, two pink-haired boys showed up and joined in. What was meant to be calm quickly turned into a chaotic interview with all three of them. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Word Count: 1250

a/n: im bad w titles and posting. lets just say this is part two even though there's no significant connection between the first fic i posted.

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“What do you think of the ship MiRomAbby?” the host asked Mira.

With a forced smile, she looked at the camera. “I think our fans are creative, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

The audience let out a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s and suspicious “Hmm”s, some clearly thinking she was lying. She wasn’t though.

“Is that so?” the host asked. He stood up and turned to face the crowd. The studio lights were blinding, but his smile was even brighter—like he had something up his sleeve. “Actually, we have surprise guests today. Would you like to meet them now, folks?”

Mira’s brows furrowed. She sat up straight. She hadn’t been informed of this.

“LET US ALL CHEER for Romance and Abby of Saja Boys!”

The crowd went wild—but Mira’s heart went wilder.

What? They’re here?!

No one told her. No one warned her.

Fans squealed and chanted as the boys made their entrance, the guys had their eyes immediately locked in on her. Their smiles teased with a sweet charm that made the air a little warmer.

She averted her gaze, ignoring the weird tingling feeling in her chest. Stop it, Mira.

They waved at the crowd like boy band royalty, soaking in the cheers of the people. Mira didn’t move. She was trying to compose herself.

They took their respective seats on either side of her. She noticed how they were always like this, keeping her in the middle. It was like this during their fansign event, and it's the same now.

Mira tried to play it cool, but the host had other ideas.

“So, who confessed first? Was it Mira?”

 She was visibly taken aback, “As if! Nobody confessed anything—”

“Yet.” Abby cut her off playfully.

 The crowd was loving this. Mira, not so much.

“I’ve asked Mira. About time we hear your answers too.” The smug look on the host’s face was irritating. “What do you think of MiRomAbby?”

“Oh, we heard there were rumors,” Romance stated, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “And we thought, why not confirm everything?”

“What?” Mira whipped her head in his direction. He met her gaze with a sweetly masked innocence.

Abby nodded, “Yeah. Like, confirm that we’re all just friends…with really good chemistry.”

The host cackled, clearly thriving. “So no truth to the MiRomAbby ship?”

Romance lazily leaned in. “I mean, unless Mira wants to change her answer.”

“I don’t.” Mira blinked, her response quick.

“You sound so sure.” Abby chuckled in amusement. It was close to her ear, making her shift in her seat.

“Because I am sure.” her gaze sharp and challenging.

The host clapped his hands together, bringing the attention back to him. “Alright, time for a little fun. We’ve got some stuff prepared that were highly requested—”

Mira huffed. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“—from your fans.” The host grinned. “Let’s start off with a classic: the heart monitor game!”

Some staff emerged from the sidelines to stick the sensor patches onto them. Their heart rates appeared on the big screen for everyone to see. Mira’s was already elevated, while the boys’ were on the lower side.

“Seems like someone’s a little nervous…” Romance teased, his voice smooth and low.

Mira took a deep breath. “It’s because I’m annoyed. That’s all.”

His brow quirked upwards, a small grin playing on his lips. Ugh, why is she even looking at him?

“And now it’s time for some Truth or Dare.” The host barely let the tension settle. “This one comes from sajaxhuntrix4ever. They said: ‘I dare you to hold hands for 10 minutes. If you let go, you’ll have to redo. P.S. We love you and support pink poly!’”

Mira’s blood ran cold. The cheers were deafening.

“Now that’s one way to start the game,” the host laughed. “Alright then, the timer starts once you hold hands.”

Abby offered his hand to her, head slightly tilted, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Whenever you’re ready, Mira.”

He said her name slowly, like he was enjoying the sound of it on his mouth. Her heart was already thudding in her chest. She glanced up at the screen and saw the BPM number climbing higher. No. Calm down.

With an abrupt motion, she grabbed both their hands without another thought. Let’s get this over with.

The timer began.

Romance shifted into a more comfortable position and casually readjusted his hold on her. He slid his warm fingers between hers, lacing them together with a satisfied hum. Mira chose to ignore it.

“Okay, next one is from the user supremecolorpink. They asked: ‘Why can’t you just date? Don’t worry, we support you!’”

Mira sighed. “I appreciate all the support, but it’s simply because I’m not… interested.”

That slight hesitation. What happened to being sure, Mira?

“That's not a very nice joke,” Abby teased, bringing their intertwined hands on his chest with a sly smile. “Not even a spark of interest?”

Yeah, no, I'm definitely not interested...right..?

She could feel the warmth of his chest seeping into the back of her hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry, “Enough. Next.”

“Between Romance and Abby, who do you like more?”

The two boys exchanged glances.

“None.” Mira was quick with it, her eyes shut tight with restraint.

More ridiculous questions followed, and somehow, she managed to get through them. When does this end?

The host chuckled before he read the next card. Upon reading, his eyes widened a fraction. “Ah, finally, another dare—and it’s a fan favorite: the Pepero Game!”

The room erupted in cheers of excitement, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in Mira’s chest. No, not like this.

The host took notice and didn't miss a beat.

“Well, would you look at that? Someone’s excited.”

Excited?

Mira looked to her left, as if trying to hide her face from the crowd. Things were starting to feel uncomfortable, and her shoulders grew tense. She didn't like this. She wanted to make the fans happy but not at the expense of her own. The room now feels suffocating.

Suddenly, she felt gentle, comforting rubs on both her hands, like it was trying to help her relax. She slowly glanced down at one hand, then the other—then up at their faces. They weren't even looking at her but their thumbs were rubbing soft soothing circles on her hands.

“Alright, Mira, you’ll need to choose a partner—” the host began, already scanning between Romance and Abby with a grin.

But before he could finish, Abby raised his free hand with a chuckle, “Actually, I think we’re overdue for a water break. I might pass out.”

A few people laughed from the crowd. Some were concerned.

Romance nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I’m thirsty too.”

“Oh look, the timer’s up. We can let go now.” he added.

Romance and Abby gently released Mira’s hands. She blinked, still trying to process the sudden shift. They removed the sensor patch from Mira's body, both their eyes fixed on her face.

“You’re thirsty too, right, Mira?” Abby asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

That’s when they led her backstage.

Minutes later, a staff member whispered to the host that the three idols had slipped away, mentioning something about an emergency.

Whispers began to swirl instantly. Fans speculated wildly, their phones lighting up with theories and guesses. Had they ditched the show?

The buzz didn’t die down for the rest of the night.

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it's so embarassing that i dont know how to use this thing </3 i feel like a grandma but im not that old i swear (or maybe i am) im just not a tumblr typa gal. dont laugh at me or maybe do, as long as it makes u happy. you can suggest stuff so it would help me have ideas. like, be it fluffy, angsty, or spicy. just a teeny bit spicy, like this tho 🤏🏻 nothing too crazy unless… i didnt say ill be writing them all so dont keep your hopes up. if you say please then maybe i would reconsider 😮‍💨

@suzieq1948374 @hillyj579

[ms-demeanor]

Why reblog machine-generated art?

When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.

When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.

When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.

When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.

You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.

And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.

My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.

People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.

I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?

The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.

I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.

However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.

Also because it's just patently untrue.

But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.

It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.

I liked it.

I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.

Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)

Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?

My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.

What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.

And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).

There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.

I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.

Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.

[iydiamartinx]

THE ART OF RESTRAINT III

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune & @iydiamartinx word count: 1.9k synopsis: After finally giving Bruce Wayne a chance and putting aside your petty rivalry, he fails to show up for your date. But your night takes an unexpected twist when you meet the Dark Knight himself. a/n: I have no idea where I'm going with this series but here's part 3!

Saturday night came dressed in blues and silver.

Gotham's skyline glittered outside the rooftop windows of one of the city’s most exclusive restaurants. Inside, low jazz filtered through the space, candles flickered in crystal holders, and silverware gleamed beneath golden chandeliers. You sat at a private table on the terrace, draped in midnight blue silk, your heels glinting like daggers beneath you as you checked the time again.

8:02 PM.

You told yourself not to be annoyed. Bruce Wayne was nothing if not dramatic. And busy. It wasn’t the first time he’d been fashionably late—but it was the first time it felt pointed.

8:17 PM.

You sipped the cocktail the sommelier had poured to tide you over. It was warm now. You hadn’t touched it in ten minutes.

8:31 PM.

You stood, thanked the host with a tight smile, and grabbed your clutch. If Bruce Wayne wanted to stand you up, so be it. You were no one’s second option, not even Gotham’s favourite billionaire. The city didn’t stop turning because a man failed to show up.

You left restaurant.

The air outside bit cold against your skin as you walked down the quieter edge of Gotham’s theatre district, where lights still spilled from marquees and late diners drifted out of restaurants in laughter and heels.

You didn’t notice the shadows trailing you at first. The soft click of your heels along the pavement masked the quieter,  footsteps behind you. But then came a sound—sharp, out of rhythm. A footfall that didn’t belong to you. Your pulse ticked higher.

As you turned the corner, a man stepped out from behind a parked car, blocking your path. He looked rough—clothes slightly disheveled, expression tight with focus. But it wasn’t the kind of frazzled desperate of thief who grabs a purse and bolts. No, this man looked like he had a plan or at least knew exactly who you were.

You slowed instinctively, but it was already too late. Two more figures emerged from either side of the street, boxing you in. Their movements were coordinated. This wasn’t random.

It was a planned grab.

And you were the target.

You didn’t panic. You were no stranger to enemies. Not with your name. Not with your reach. You were one of Gotham’s most powerful women, and with that came threats.

“Don’t scream,” the one on your left ordered, already reaching for you.

Screw that.

You pivoted sharply, your heel slicing down toward his instep. He grunted, stumbling, but before you could follow through, the second man caught your wrist mid-swing and twisted hard. Pain shot up your arm, but you gritted your teeth, already preparing to drop your weight, to slam your head back into his nose, to fight like hell.

“Not here,” the third man muttered. “Get her in the car. Quick.”

You were bracing for a counterstrike when the air shifted.

A blur of movement cut across your peripheral vision. Then the first man was ripped off his feet and slammed into the hood of a parked car with a sickening crunch of metal. The others barely had time to react. One turned, but a gloved fist met his jaw mid-pivot, sending him sprawling across the pavement. The third reached for something at his belt—maybe a knife, maybe something worse—but his legs were swept out from under him in a single, fluid motion. He hit the ground hard, wind knocked from his lungs.

The dark figure turned toward you—cowl, cape, all black armour and control—but it wasn’t over yet. Your attackers were already recovering, staggering back up like wolves circling for a second try.

Batman glanced behind him, assessing. His arm shot out and a cable wrapped tight around your waist.

You gasped as your feet left the pavement, your body yanked upward into the air with a jolt—lifted high, fast, weightless—

The street fell away beneath you.

Your breath caught in your throat as the city lights blurred around you, and then you were landing hard against someone’s chest—arms solid around you. You were yanked upward with a jolt—fast, disorienting, weightless—your coat whipping around your legs as the city lights stretched below.

He landed on the rooftop with effortless grace.

Batman.

He set you down carefully on the rooftop ledge, just enough to steady you before turning to look over the edge of the building, eyes narrowing.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, voice gravel-deep.

Then he was gone—leaping from the rooftop like a shadow.

You stood frozen, adrenaline still crashing through your veins, the wind tugging at your hair, your coat, your composure. Below, faint sounds echoed through the alley—fists striking bodies, a grunt of pain, the sharp crunch of something metallic giving way under pressure.

You didn’t want to look. You didn’t need to see the bloody aftermath of your would-be kidnappers.

Instead, your gaze drifted—and then landed.

Of course.

Across from the rooftop, illuminated in the glow of the city’s artificial starlight, was a billboard. That billboard. The infamous calendar shot, blown up and backlit like a masterpiece. Framed in warm gold tones, bodies tangled in expensive white sheets. Bruce’s hand at your waist. Your mouth parted, a breath away from his.

Your jaw tightened.

You scoffed under your breath and turned away.

Figures. You wouldn’t have even been in this mess if it weren’t for that stupid photoshoot. If it weren’t for him.

You should’ve known better to get tangled up with Gotham’s billionaire playboy, you’d stupidly thought there was something genuine between the two of you.

It took you a second to realize everything had fallen silent.

“You alright?” a deep voice rasped behind you.

You spun on your heel, breath catching.

You hadn’t even heard him land.

The Bat.

He stood there, half in shadow, watching you closely beneath that cowl.

You nodded once, still breathless. “Believe it or not, this isn’t my first attempted kidnapping. Gotham’s underworld has always been full of opportunists.”

“It wasn’t opportunism,” he said, voice clipped. “It was planned.”

You arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Are you saying you knew they were targeting me?”

He didn’t answer right away—but he didn’t need to. His silence said enough.

This was your first time meeting him in person. You’d heard of his reputation, of course—who in Gotham hadn’t? You’d admired his tactics from afar, even defended them in interviews. But now, face to face, there was something strange about him. You felt as if you knew him.

He gave a slow, stiff nod. “I got word of the attempt earlier tonight.”

You let out a hum, stepping a little closer. “Mm, I see. How convenient for that…”

Your gaze drifted over his shoulder once more, drawn—unwillingly—to the glowing billboard. That cursed calendar shot. You frowned.

Then your eyes returned to his.

His jaw was sharp. Clean. And so goddamn familiar.

Your gaze dropped.

Even his mouth looked—

You tilted your head slowly, narrowing your eyes.

Without thinking, you boldly took a step forward. Your finger trailed lightly across the ridges of his armoured chest, slow and teasing.

He tensed.

You smiled.

“Well,” you murmured, voice low and velvety. “I suppose I should thank you properly.”

Before he could move—before he could stop you—you rose to your toes and pressed your lips to his. 

He was stiff at first and for and for a moment, you thought you’d been wrong.

But then—almost like he couldn’t help himself—his lips softened against yours. He kissed you back.

And just like that, you knew.

You pulled back a breath’s distance, your mouth still hovering near his. You could feel the warmth of his exhale ghosting over your skin.

“I suppose this might be as good a reason as any…” you whispered, eyes locked on his, “…to stand me up on our date.”

Batman didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

But his jaw clenched beneath the cowl.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said finally, voice even. Too even.

You stared at him.

Then laughed—cold and sharp. Not amused.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Bruce.”

He flinched—just slightly, but it was there. Enough to confirm everything.

You took a step back, folding your arms across your chest. “I kissed you for half a second, and knew. I know your lips. I’ve stared into your annoying eyes enough to know you share the same colour as bruce Wayne and…” You gesture to the billboard. “You have the same jaw.” You shook your head, anger and adrenaline still crackling just beneath your skin. “I began putting it together the second you opened your mouth. The voice. The jaw. The way you stand. It’s all you. So spare me the act.”

He looked away then, gaze dropping to the ledge for a brief moment before returning to yours.

“I didn’t want it to be like this.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Yeah? What did you want, Bruce? Because I sat there in that damn restaurant for thirty minutes while you were out running around in a bat costume. Tell me—was I just another fling? A distraction?” Your voice cracked slightly. “Would you have even told me about this side of you if things got serious?”

Finally, he exhaled through his nose, the fight draining slightly from his shoulders. His voice came quieter this time, stripped of armor. “I didn’t stand you up. I was on my way. I got the alert when I was already en route to the restaurant.”

You blinked, startled by the honesty. The timeline lined up. He had meant to come.

And he’d chosen to protect you instead.

That should have made it easier. It didn’t.

Your eyes narrowed, voice low and sharp. “You didn’t answer my question. What is this between us?”

His jaw tensed, and he didn’t answer. 

The silence said more than words ever could.

You let out a bitter laugh and shook your head, turning to leave. “That’s what I thought.”

You didn’t get far.

His hand caught your wrist.

You barely had time to gasp before he tugged you back into him, his body solid and warm and far too close. Then his mouth was on yours.

The kiss came fast and fierce, all heat and desperation. You melted into it—and fought it in the same breath. Your lips parted beneath his, matching every push with a pull, every clash with hunger. His other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, dragging you flush against him, like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space.

You made a sound—half gasp, half moan—as his mouth slid against yours with purpose. His grip tightened, grounding you, anchoring you to the moment. The kiss was rough. Messy. Filled with raw aching hunger and need.

You broke away first, breath coming in sharp gasps, your hands fisted against the hard plates of his chest armour.

His forehead rested against yours. Both of you still trembling with it.

“That—” you managed, voice raw, “—was not an apology.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” he rasped, lips still hovering dangerously close to yours. “I want you, Y/N. Since the first time you stood up to me in that boardroom. You’re not some fling to me.”

Your chest rose, then fell. Your heart thundered behind your ribs.

You stared at him. At the armour, the cowl, his secret identity— This was the real Bruce Wayne and you weren’t running away, this time it was you who leaned in, your lips finding his again, kissing him just as hard as he kissed you.

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[candytoothed]

౨ৎ❆ ₊˚♡⊹ jingle bell rock - katsmas

❄️︵︵　summary: you and your friends (more like terrified followers) decide to recreate the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your school's holiday show. but then, you hear from one of your lackeys who heard from umi-- whatever, it doesn't really matter. point is: bakugou katsuki, the notorious jerk of the school was heard jerking off to you in the bathroom!  🍫︵︵　notes: popular!reader x popular!bakugou, nsfw (no smut tho), alcohol mention, male masturbation, college au, and the end sucks i lowk hate this </3 🎀︵︵　word count: 2.2k

being the head of your sorority wasn’t exactly challenging. every single girl fell in line with whatever you said, eagerly sharing gossip without hesitation and practically memorizing your every move. well, most of them did...

you scoff, shoving a coffee cup into a girl’s hands. "i asked for three pumps of vanilla, nejire. go get another." you wave off your little errand girl as she mutters a quick apology, while your three minions exchange smirks behind you. you pick up your stride across campus, heading toward class while the trio of lackeys trail closely behind.

"what’s on your to-do?" a suck-up blonde named kumi asks, clutching her ipad and apple pen like they’re part of her identity. you sigh, flicking a glance at your perfectly manicured nails.

"i need a nail appointment at my usual spot. book it for 11:30, please. after yamada's class, i’m heading to the library to study. you should all join me, but i won't force you," you add sweetly, applying a fresh layer of lip gloss in the reflection of your tiny compact mirror as you strut ahead.

two of your girls end up free to tag along, and you settle into a cozy corner of the library, your nose buried in a textbook. meanwhile, as you're fulfilling your student duties, your lackeys giggle quietly, sharing whispers that sound more suited for high school than college. you look up with a curious expression. "what is it?"

their eyes flash to you instantly, wide with excitement. "bakugou was staring at you in yamada's class, and he canceled his 'hangout' with camie. he’s probably going to talk to you!" one of them grins, her head dropping into her hands dreamily.

you blink, your lashes kissing your cheeks as you try to recall who they're talking about.

after a few seconds of silence, it clicks, and you frown. "ohhh, that jerk? hard pass," you say, dismissing the thought with a flick of your wrist. "anywho, i was thinking about what we should do for mei's birthday next week. ideas?" your eyes brighten, always excited to plan something fun and flashy.

the two girls stare at you suspiciously with their mouths hanging open.

one of them pipes up, "well yeah, he's a little rude sometimes, but girl, he is sooo fine!!!" she giggles, twirling her hair flirtatiously.

she's not wrong. you do somewhat recall seeing him around campus and seated in your lectures with his feet kicked up on the desk. his blond hair and thick muscles were gorgeous, but really, there are plenty of supermodel-worthy guys around. the bare minimum is to be friendly, you think.

"if you wanna go out with that delinquent, be my guest." you lean forward, eyes narrowing. she gulps, her smile fading as the girl next to her quickly changes the subject.

"alrighty then...!" she clears her throat. "moving on, the santa costumes should be here in like, two more hours!"

you clap your hands lightly with a happy grin. you and three of your sorority sisters were recreating the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your little holiday party. you’d managed to get a frat boy to throw it, since sororities, annoyingly, aren’t allowed to host their own big bashes.

your phone pings with a message just a second later. you grab your pink phone, exhaling with a scoff as you read nejire’s “where are you??!!! i got your coffee :D” text.

"mine is too small!"

the night of the party arrived, and you and your friends were hidden in a large, echoey bathroom to get dressed for your upcoming performance.

laughter fills the room as the girls help each other adjust their tight two-piece outfits.

you grin, fixing your rubbery skirt in the mirror. you were absolutely in love with your outfit resembling the movie perfectly-- a red tank top with fluffy white trim, paired with a matching red latex skirt and topped off with a cute santa hat. your black gloves fit perfectly, complementing the thigh-high black heels that complete the look.

"who should we kick the boombox into?" mina giggles half-jokingly, fluffing her hair beside you.

"ugh, monoma for sure!" kento chimes in with a rolls her eyes.

you squeal, glancing at the time on your phone. "oh shit, we gotta go!" you giggle, swinging open the bathroom door. "we'll take pics later," you offer, dragging a whining mina out into the living room with the other two girls following behind. the crowd of students erupt into cheers at your outfits, immediately getting the reference.

you spot your lackeys all huddled together, giving you thumbs ups and cheesy grins. you smile happily, giving them a little wave before getting into position. one of your minions stands beside bakugou, and you hesitantly do a double take, not having expected to see him here. he's not in any kind of festive wear. his arms are crossed with his face set in a clearly bored scowl. you notice your lackey mouth the words "can i get your number?" to the blond, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

the music begins to play, and you all perform flawlessly. mina, sadly doesn't end up kicking the boombox into anyone's face, just nudging it slightly forward with her foot. regardless, it was still a huge success. the audience cheers with pleasure, and you all strike cute little curtsies before heading to get drinks.

by the hot cocoa (and other beverages) stand, you meet up with two of your minions, the one ogling bakugou not present. they fawn over your dance skills, and you graciously accept their compliments. then, out of breath, the missing girl rushes up to the group.

"what happened to you?" kumi smirks, already laughing to herself.

"yn! i was standing next to bakugou, trying to score a date with him, right?" she starts, her eyes wide and eager. you nod along, interest piqued from the unexpectant story. "so he left to go to the bathroom in the middle of your dance, and i followed him, but when i got there..."

you and the other two exchange glances as she trails off, waiting for the rest of the story.

she leans in closer, cupping her hands around her mouth. "he was groaning..."

you all gasp, your face instantly heating up.

"i swear on every pair of heels you own, he was totally beating it to you! kinda jealous, can't lie, but oh my gosh??!" she squeals and bounces up and down on her heels.

you huff, shaking off your flustered expression and folding your arms. "so what? we're not in middle school, i couldn't give a shit if we got him turned on,"

this is half true. part of you thinks he'd be a really great fuck buddy. i mean, seriously! his toned body could get your mouth watering if you'd ever stared at it for longer than five seconds. that is, if you even did the whole "lets fuck and then never speak again" thing.

"who's we?" the girl chuckles, leaning closer to your ear. "he was whispering your name...!"

you can't help the grin slipping past your lips. you got the prideful katsuki bakugou all bricked up with a little christmas dance? you giggle, eyes flicking over to the bathroom door, still closed shut. "i'll be right back..." you mutter, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers as you strut away from your group, ignoring their little cheers and moans.

you stride up to the bathroom, leaning against the wall. you hum quietly to yourself as you wait for bakugou to come out, even though you're not really sure what you're doing. you know your girls are watching you, you can still hear their immature mewls from your spot. you inhale sharply, oh gosh, you hope your hair isn't a mess from--

the door swings open, interrupting your thought with a flushed and grumpy bakugou. his eyebrows raise at your presence. a muscly arm raises to the back of his neck, scratching awkwardly. "hey," he grunts.

you grin at his avoidance of eye contact. "hii," you coo, fluttering your lashes as he steps to the side of the door, inviting you to go next. you shake your head. "oh no, i don't have to go. i was waiting for you actually,"

he coughs, visibly startled. "what?" you could practically see his heart drop to ass as his grumpy expression falters.

"relax," you tease, "i just wanted to make sure you're uh..." you trail off, turning slightly to hide the little smirk tugging at your lips. as you spin to face him again, his expression is a perfect mix of confusion and feigned annoyance. "i just wanted to know if you're all... situated?"

the blond rolls his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. "shut up,"

"hey i'm not judging, it's completely understandable!" you shrug with an easy smile, tilting your head back against the wall.

"listen up." his growl cuts through the pumping noise as he folds his arms. you swallow as he towers over you, blocking the bathroom entrance. "jus cause you looked-- good or whatever-- doesn't mean i wanna fuck you," he chuckles almost mockingly. you scoff. what a pretentious ass.

"nobody said anything, about us fucking, first of all." you retort, eyeing him up and down, though that does little clear your flustered state. "i don't do just anyone, unlike you. and anyway, can't i just want to help my fellow students out of the goodness of my heart?"

bakugou flicks your forehead, earning a loud scoff from you, swatting his hand away from your face. "and just what the fuck do you mean by 'helping' then?" he challenges.

for the first time in a very long time, you're stuck. you have no idea how to respond-- shit! bakugou notices your hesitation and laughs again, leaning down to tap your cheek with his finger. you huff through your nose, but seemingly frozen in place as his intense red eyes bore into you. then out of nowhere, his expression softens. "y'look pretty,"

your eyes slightly widen. wary, you keep your guard up, tossing your hair over your shoulder. you half expected him to walk away and move on with his life but he doesn't, clearly interested in you. "thank you, playboy." you reply cautiously.

he stares at you, his face falling into a disappointed frown. "playboy? fuck off," he grunts.

you regret the term. you of all people should understand rumors and false assumptions. realizing your mistake, you backtrack. "i'm sorry-- no, i-"

your lackey, kumi, suddenly pops up at your side, giving bakugou an ogling once-over as she puffs out her chest. she turns to you with a naive smile. "hiii, I know now's probably not the time, hehe, but I was thinking about what you said earlier-"

"kumi? doll? hi," you interrupt, sharply spinning towards the dumb girl as you plaster on a fake smile. "uh, i don't have time for this, so if you could..." you point towards the dancing crowd, rubbing her shoulder with feigned kindness.

she looks between you and a bored blond before nodding to your words and mousily rushing off.

"so what're you, regina george?" katsuki chuckles, snatching a drink from a partygoer scrambling past.

your mouth falls open in surprise, totally ignoring his comparison. "you've seen mean girls?"

for a moment, your words go unanswered as the gangly junkie curses at bakugou. the blond merely rolls his eyes. "go do some coke or somethin," he says with a groan, shoving him away. "fuckin loser," he spits under his breath.

katsuki quickly turns back to you. "my ma loves that kinda stupid shit," he replies.

you can't believe you're standing away from your posse to talk to katsuki bakugou. but minutes pass, and here you are, completely absorbed in conversation with him. you've felt multiple vibrations from your tiny purse, definitely from your group chat. the onslaught of messages are probably just desperate pleas begging for you to return... they wouldn't know what to do without you. but you ignore your phone altogether, too engaged in this unexpected exchange.

a soft hum escapes your lips as your eyes sweep the room, gathering a hint of courage. "we should hang out sometime," you suggest, voice playful yet sincere with a smile and a touch of hope in your glance.

katsuki narrows his eyes like he's assessing you, making sure you're for real. he grunts, gaze briefly flicking over your outfit before he speaks again.

"fine. only if you were more clothes though, goddamn."

you can’t help but giggle, the sound light and teasing as you loop your arm around his. "you like it, though, huh?" you grin as he leads you to the dance floor.

"shut the fuck up."

[losers-clvb]

p*rnstar // soldier boy

summary: on camera, ben fucks you like he hates you, because he does.

content: misogyny, language, revenge porn, secret recording, hate sex, threats of violence and killing, smut (manhandling, degradation, hair pulling, oral [f and m receiving], mouth fucking, slapping, dirty talk, use of 'daddy', kinda pain kink, biting, marking, fingering, kinda breeding kink, choking, dumbification, mocking), let me know if i missed any

word count: 5.1k

note: please god let me into heaven.

masterlist

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“Together, as a united front, we can work toward an equal future. Again, a special thanks to Vought and Mr. Soldier Boy-,”

“Ben is alright, sweetheart.”

Of course the son of a bitch couldn’t keep his mouth shut through the end of your speech. And that little pet name? How fucking demeaning was that when you had reminded him many, many times to not call you that. You tried to hide the annoyance you immediately felt ping through you, thankful for the intense media training you had gone through.

“Thank you to Vought and Ben,” you let the name slip out dripping with venom disguised as honey, “for contributing their time and money to this cause.” You smiled out at the crowd of women and children alike.

“Oh, it’s no bother. I love the ladies!” Ben leaned into the podium, hand sliding against your hip to keep you from stumbling. You wouldn’t have stumbled if it weren’t for him pushing you over, but you couldn’t do much about that in the moment. You hid the elbow jab you gave him. The blow was met with a dazzling smile from Ben.

You hated the way the crowd laughed and cheered at him. Could they not remember how just a month ago you were seething at the misogynistic nature of the man? He hadn’t changed that quickly, despite the story Vought was trying to spin. They had all but threatened you to allow Soldier Boy to co-host your rally. Though, your final breaking point had been the very generous donation to your charity for domestic violence survivors.

You had been under the impression that Stan Edgar had Soldier Boy on a tight leash. The truth, to your displeasure, was the complete opposite. Ben practically ran the place, walking Edgar like a dog any chance he could. You were quick to fight back with him, but the murderous look he would give you back made you shut up before anything truly bossy came out.

“I hope to see you all again! Long live the American spirit!” You called out before yanking your body from Ben’s hold. You managed to keep your storming reined in until you were back into the lobby of the hotel you were staying in. You huffed out a pissed off breath and stepped into the elevator. Forcefully pushing the button for your floor, you caught a glimpse of Ben sauntering his way toward you.

“Oh, hell no.” You mumbled, clicking the “close door” button so many times you were sure it would break. The doors were so close, barely an inch of space between them, when he stuck his hand to stop them.

“No.” You said, glaring at him. He only smirked back at you and let the doors close with him inside.

“You’re a bitch, you know that?” Ben asked. You couldn’t help the small gasp that fell out.

“You’re a fucking dick.” You seethed, staring at the screen with the floor numbers. The elevator was moving far too slowly. You wished you had a floor closer to ground level, but that was frowned upon by security.

“Woah there, sweetheart!” Ben exclaimed, turning to you. “Your loyal bunch of sheep know you speak like that?”

“Shut up.” You were tempted to hit a button for a closer floor and climb the stairs the rest of the way.

“I’d bet all you need to get that attitude out is a good fucking.”

You whipped your head to him, looking at him like he was crazy. He had a challenging look in his eye, like he was waiting for you to take the bait. No. No way were you going to lower your standards just because it had been approximately ten months since your last orgasm.

“Yeah,” he chuckled out, eyes raking up and down your body. “You just need a nice, big cock in that mouth to keep it quiet.”

“Well, what a shame there isn’t any around.” You shot back. It was a weak argument. You had heard… rumors about his many hookups. He was well endowed and he knew it.

“Doll, if you wanted a peek you could’ve just asked. No need to come for a man’s dick size.” He locked his gaze onto the swell of your breasts. “I bet you’d look so fuckin’ pretty with cum painting that face.”

“You’re a damn pig.” You gritted out, your eyes lighting up with hate when you looked at him. His face shifted from cocky to full of pure rage. He was sick of your shit. He would have never let any other woman talk to him like that, but it was fun to mess with you. Until now, when he just wanted you to shut the fuck up. He grabbed your face in his hand, gripping it just enough to make you whimper.

“You talk to me like that again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” He spat out at you. You were watching him with wide eyes and, fuck, that fear he saw in them got him rock hard. He sniffed, the coke from earlier messing with the nerves in his nose. With that sniff came the overwhelming scent of arousal. He knew it wasn’t from him -- he had gotten used to his own scents.

“You fuckin’ whore, you like this.” He scoffed out, adjusting his grip on you. He wasn’t lying. Despite the strong, feminist persona you put on for your voters, you loved to be dominated. You wanted to be thrown around and marked up and degraded like an animal. You hadn’t ever admitted it aloud. The closest you had gotten to fulfilling your sexual desires was a small spank during a drunk hookup in college. You had managed to get yourself off during the comparatively vanilla sex, but you knew there had to be something better.

Ben was ready to give you that something better.

He smashed his lips into yours, the fingers that had once been digging into your cheeks loosening. You kissed back without really knowing why. You hated him. Maybe that’s why you were so into it.

Ben pushed you into the wall without breaking the kiss. He groped onto your breast, playing with the plush like it was his own personal stress ball. You moaned into his mouth.

The doors opened with a ding. He pulled away from you, but you had no time to catch your breath before he was grabbing onto a fistful of your hair.

“C’mon, slut.” He growled, dragging you along with him. You whined out. Your lipstick was smudged and the hair Ben didn’t have in his hand was tangled within itself. You looked a mess. Thankfully, the hall was empty.

Ben quickly unlocked and opened his hotel room before shoving you in front of him. You stumbled in, almost falling to the floor while he made sure to lock the door behind him. No one was getting in tonight.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.”

The rush of finally getting what you needed distorted your thinking and you followed his orders. You fell to your knees, bracing yourself with your hands on your thighs. You remembered being in a similar position last Sunday at church. This was the opposite of holy, but Ben was going to have you screaming his name out like a prayer by the end of it.

You followed his movements as he walked further into the room, then past you. You missed the spark of an idea fly to him when his eyes landed on his smartphone.

“Eyes on the fuckin’ ground, sweetheart.” He demanded, waiting until you looked away to swipe up the device. He clicked around until, finally, he had the thing recording. He propped it up, right where he knew it would scan the entire room.

Satisfied with where this was going to get him, he turned on his heel, peeling off the top half of his supe suit. You dared to look up when you heard his movements and your eyes latched onto his abs.

“Did I tell you to look up?” He growled and grabbed your hair again, shoving your head to the floor. You whimpered and stayed like that, forehead kissing the floor, still on your knees. You heard a shuffling, then something soft being thrown. A sharp pang of your hair being pulled made you moan as Ben pulled you back up. You were panting out breaths when you came face to tip with his cock. It was hard and leaking precum already.

“Open that bratty mouth.”

You dropped your jaw and stuck out your tongue. Ben smirked at your willingness to get a cock in your mouth and shoved it right in. You gagged when his tip hit your throat. There was no warming up, no getting used to the length before it was being pounded into your mouth. You shut your eyes to keep you from crying at the sensation.

“Hey!” He snapped, slapping your face to get you to open your eyes. You didn’t need a mirror to know the skin was turning red. “You look at me when I’m in you.”

You immediately tried to speak, but choked around his dick.

“What was that?” Ben taunted, pulling your head back enough to let you try to speak before slamming back into your throat. He continued a few times before allowing you some air. You gasped in a breath.

“Yes daddy.” You choked out, throat raw from the constant abuse.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Ben used his thumb to collect the few tears that had fallen, then shoved the digit into your mouth. You sucked up the salty taste, taking his thumb in to the knuckle. “I’m your fuckin’ daddy.”

He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his dick, continuing his violent thrusts. You cried out in pleasure and let him take what he wanted. Drool spilled out of your mouth, soaking your blouse. You kept your eyes on his the entire time.

He watched you with a wicked smile on his face. Pure hate and lust dripped in his eyes, making you want to look away. You didn’t dare move your eyes, even when he held your head down for a longer amount of time, his length slipping down your throat. You gagged and brought your hands up to his thighs to ground yourself. Your manicured nails dug into his leg. Thanks to his durability, you didn’t break skin.

“Givin’ your mouth a proper job.” Ben groaned when your tongue ran across a vein. You hummed in response, agreeing with him in your submissive state. He yanked your head back again, listened to you huff for air, then shoved you right back into it. He pushed you down hard and held you, running his tongue across his teeth when he felt you fighting back. You strained against him, willing your eyes to stay on his.

When he spilled into your throat, you were thankful. He had gotten what he wanted and you could look back on this moment later with your hand between your legs. He shifted your head back, bending down to get closer to you.

“Open.”

You did as he asked, showing him that, yes, you had in fact swallowed all of his cum. He smiled proudly.

“Good slut.” He patted your cheek. It had some bite behind it, not as much as the earlier slap, but just enough to make a sharp breath fall out of you. You waited for him to tell you to get out, to shove you out into the hall with spit covering your chin.

He wasn’t finished with you yet.

“Get the fuck up.” He growled and wrapped a hand around your throat, dragging you to your feet. All pride was gone from his eyes. He was angry again and ready to show you just how much power he had over you.

You were standing on shaky legs, half from the way he had pulled you up and half from how wet it was making you. You looked up at him, the height difference giving him more power. He flicked his eyes down to your soaked chest. The light fabric of your blouse had gone sheer.

Faster than you could process, he pulled it apart, buttons flying in every direction. He forced it off of your arms. He brought himself down to your level, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you from wiggling away. You felt a flash of pain that quickly melted into pleasure. He had bitten down on your shoulder. There wasn’t any blood, but you were sure the indent of his teeth would linger.

“I can tear you apart with my teeth.” He grumbled against your skin, almost threatening to do it. You were ready to speak, but he bit down again, this time on one of your breasts, pulling the cup of your bra down. Your hands shot to his biceps and he chuckled darkly. “Your blood would taste so damn sweet.”

You moaned out with another bite. It was almost directly on top of the last, only tilted slightly to the side. This was unlike anything you had felt before. The sting of the bite woke you up but the pleasure directly after made you melt. You were already grieving the end of this, not because you would miss Ben, but because no other person would ever know about your list of kinks. It was too risky to just give out.

Ben sank down your body until he was on his knees. Somehow, it didn’t give you any sense of power over him. His face was level with your stomach, level with the vital organs that lay under the skin. If he really wanted to, he could have ripped through the skin and killed you right there.

“I’ll have to settle for this pussy.” He pulled your pants down on one side, exposing your hip before he bit it. You could see the damage now. Sure enough, the skin indented in a perfect cast of his teeth, glowing an angry red. You nearly lost it at the sight, a moan escaping when your legs collapsed under you.

“Fuckin’ pain whore.” He let you fold over his shoulder while he shimmied your bottoms off, pulling your underwear along the way. He stood with you still draped over him, your heels falling from your feet with a thump. You gripped onto his ribcage out of fear of him dropping you. You liked the biting, but a concussion may be too much.

He dropped you on the bed like you were a bag of flour. You tried to catch yourself with your hands, but the force still knocked your head to the sheets. His fingers trailed up your leg, but instead of landing on your core, they continued up. You whined when he grazed against a nipple, the sensitive bud already hard. He brushed two fingers along your jawline and you held your breath. This was soft, nothing like the animal who was marking you just a few minutes ago.

Smack

Your head turned to the side with the blow. You cried out, but the same fingers that had caressed you held a tight grip on your chin, making you shut up. Ben yanked your head back to facing him.

The sneer on his face when he pushed into your mouth made a noise whistle out from your throat. His fingers dug deeper, covering themselves in your saliva. You gagged when they hit your gag reflex, though you should have been used to something in your mouth by that point.

He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth and moved them between your legs. He spread your spit into your folds, circling your clit with his middle finger. It wasn’t really needed. You were already soaked, practically dripping, from everything that had happened beforehand. You shifted your hips in hopes of getting more friction on you, but the movement was met with a slap on your clit. You squeaked out, making him snort a laugh.

“You really are a filthy fuckin’ whore, you know that?” He smacked down again, pulling a louder noise from you. “I’ve never seen a pussy get this fuckin’ turned on with a few smacks.”

You didn’t have the brainpower to tell him it was more than a few smacks that had gotten you to this point. You clenched your hands into fists with another hit, trying your hardest to not move. You just wanted him to touch you. God, maybe he was right; you really did need a good fucking.

“Mmm, just like that.” He hummed when he stuck two fingers into you, causing you to clench down with his words. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them in just the right way to get you mewling.

“Doesn’t feel this good with your own, does it? No,” he chuckled again, “you needed a real man to get in here and wreck this pussy. Not one of those sniveling, ‘feminist’ pussies your generation calls men.”

He dropped his head to wrap his lips around your clit, suckling on it. You couldn’t bother to respond to him, head thrown back in ecstasy. You were already growing close to your release, far faster than you knew possible for yourself. He laughed into you, causing another moan to fall out.

“Who fuckin’ owns this pussy?” He asked, thumb taking his lips place on your clit. You huffed out, trying to find a way to answer, but his ministrations on you clouded your mind. When you didn’t spit out a reply, he smacked your clit again.

“Fuckin’ answer.”

You sucked in a breath, swallowing down another moan.

“B-Ben.” You stuttered out.

Smack

“Try again.”

“S-,” he curled his fingers up into your g-spot, cutting you off. You groaned.

Smack

“Spit it out.”

“Soldier Boy.” You rushed out. You hadn’t forgotten about calling him ‘daddy’ before, but you had forgotten how much he had liked it. You thought this would be the right answer, his supe name to give him the sensation of real power everywhere.

Smack

“Dumb fuckin’ whore. Get it right or you’re not comin’ tonight.” He dropped back down to swirl his tongue around your clit. You pushed your fists into the mattress underneath you, arching your back.

“Daddy…?” You finally bit out, but it came as more of a question. You waited for the next hit, but what you got instead was so much better. He picked up the pace of his fingers, licking through your folds and over your clit.

“Good girl.” He muttered into your pussy. You felt yourself push over the edge, falling into your release. He smiled against you when he felt it.

“Daddy owns this pussy.” He proclaimed while pulling himself up. You were panting on the bed, body relaxed and mouth slightly open. He pushed the fingers he had used into your mouth, making you taste yourself. Your eyes fluttered shut while you took them in and his other hand found its way to cradle the back of your head.

“She tastes good, yeah? Like fuckin’ honey.”

You moaned in response. A string of spit connected his fingers and your lips when he took them back, eventually breaking and falling to rest on your chin. You were feeling euphoric now. You had gotten the best fingering of your life, though you weren’t going to ever tell him that. With the smirk on his face, he already knew it.

You shifted yourself onto your hands, shuffling your way off the bed. You were going to have to make the walk of shame to your room. Thankfully, it was just down the hall. You hoped there wouldn’t be much security, then remembered if there were, they had heard everything. You looked around the floor for anything to cover yourself.

Ben walked up behind you and you nearly melted back into him when he kissed your neck. His hand snaked around you to grab one of your breasts, thumb flicking across the nipple.

“Did I say we were fuckin’ done?” He growled into your ear before picking you up with just the one arm. You sucked in a breath before he shoved you face-first into the duvet, ass up. You turned your head to the side, facing the desk. You saw his phone, propped up suspiciously. You narrowed your eyes and tried to bring yourself up, but his hand pushed your head back down just as he entered you.

You cried out at the stretch. It felt so fucking good.

He didn’t pause to let you acclimate to him, instantly pounding into you. Your hands shot out to grip the sheets. You needed something, anything to keep you focused. Your brain was quickly shifting into shut down mode, the imaginary percentage ticking down with every thrust.

“You’re such a fuckin’ whore, you’d take every fuckin’ load right in here.” His fingers found your clit, rubbing it for a few moments before he gripped your hips with both hands. You moaned and squeezed around him.

“You’d let me knock you right up.” He chuckled. “Fill you with so much fuckin’ cum that you’d be drippin’ for days.”

You fought to keep your eyes open. If you closed them, if you took your eyes off of the cell phone practically winking at you, you would forget everything. Was he fucking filming this? If so, why?

Smack

He hit your ass, making you whine. His hand lingered, soothing the skin.

“Yeah, I know you fuckin’ like that.” He slid his hand from your ass to your back, putting pressure on the middle of your spine. Your upper body pressed into the mattress, bending your back in a way you didn’t know possible. Ben was practically on top of you now, pounding into you at a relentless pace. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second before you opened them back up.

“You wanna walk around like that? With my cum in ya? Shake hands with the president while I’m seeping out of you?”

You gasped out a breath when he dug his hips into yours. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. Your fists released the sheets and relaxed out. Ben noticed your lack of strength and chuckled.

He wrapped an arm around your torso and pulled you up, holding your back against his chest. His thrusts didn’t slow the entire time, making you moan. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing down just enough to still allow you some oxygen.

“Mmm,” he hummed, nipping at your neck, “who owns this pussy?” He asked again, whispering into your ear.

“Daddy.” You moaned, holding your eyes open halfway.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy,” you breathed out, eyelids drooping a bit more. Your eyes were slits now, but you still had them open. You still had some of your thoughts.

“Again.” He growled. He was fucking with you now. He knew you were close to being brainless, and he loved to hear it all.

“Da-,” you mumbled, but your eyes finally closed when his cock hit your g-spot.

“C’mon, baby, I know you can say it.” He taunted, slamming his hips up. He knew that you couldn’t, but God did he savor every sputter of noise from you. You were completely incoherent. You couldn’t think of anything but him driving into you.

“What, too dumb to talk?” He asked, voice full of faux sympathy. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, the only noise coming from you being your whimpers and heavy breaths.

“Mmm, so much better like this, sweetheart. Keepin’ that bratty mouth shut.”

He felt your body shiver with your incoming orgasm. He tightened his grip on your throat, grunting at his tightening balls. A noise, part scream, part moan, tore from your throat when you came, your body going numb after you came down from it. Ben smirked as he poured into you, fucking up into you a few more times to keep his cum inside you.

He let you fall to the bed, a hand still holding your hips up while he pulled out of you. He sniffed, that nerve acting up again, and walked to his phone with a victorious expression. He had gotten exactly what he needed to destroy you, but for an extra cherry on top, he snatched up his phone and brought it over to your wrecked body.

You were laying on your side, body completely limp. He directed the camera over you, scanning every inch of your body. It was all there; the bites, your messed-up makeup, fingerprint-shaped bruises on your hips. And finally, the real star of the show, your puffy core dripping his release out.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this.” He mumbled just enough for the video to catch as he wiped up the escaping cum with two fingers before shoving it back inside. He ended the recording, throwing the phone into a nearby armchair.

Ben settled into bed next to you, back leaning against the headboard while he puffed away at a joint. He wasn’t technically supposed to smoke in the hotel room, but who was going to stop him? Surely not you, who had curled up next to his thigh and fallen into sleep, your body spent. He smirked at the sight, bringing his hand to brush hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ whore.” He bit out, face twitching into a sneer before he slid down to sleep beside you.

----

“So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

Ben’s voice rang out from the speakers. You swore out, looking down at the tiles of the floor.

“Turn it off.” You demanded, pacing the floor. Your finger was stationed between your lips, teeth biting away at the nail.

“That was all of it, ma’am.” Your PR agent spoke out, earning her a sorrowful look. You had sat through the whole thing slack-jawed, flinching a few times. You had remembered that night -- how could you forget? -- but you hadn’t know it would be forever memorialized on video. You definitely didn’t know that it would be leaked to every fucking media outlet who would take it.

The morning after, you had woken up bleary-eyed to an empty room. Your ripped clothing hadn’t even been left behind, courtesy of Ben, you assumed. You had made a quick call to the only person you could trust -- your best friend, Lindsay, who had come within the half-hour, despite being a good hour away.

You had vowed to keep everything that had happened secret, never to be discussed. Unfortunately, you had received a call just that next day, informing you that you had a brand-new tabloid headline written just for you:

Self-proclaimed ‘feminist’ congresswoman and her offensive kink?

Now you had to deal with a mix of your angry supporters and Soldier Boy’s incel fanboys sending you hate.

It was all a mix of emotions. Some thought you had lied about everything, all the equality you had fought for, and others -- the ones who had hated you before all of this -- degraded you for existing. You caught a few defending you, who applauded you for being able to get some good sex. A few claimed to wish they were you, though you don’t know if you would wish this situation on anyone.

You were freaking out. You paced the floor and felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you.

“Get that fucking asshole on the phone now.” You snarled. No one had to guess who you were speaking about. They knew you hated Soldier Boy, plus his smug face was still up on your computer screen.

“Ahh, movie star! Watched the film yet?” His voice rang out confident from the other side. You refrained from smashing the phone down.

“You fucking dick.” You seethed.

“Oh, I wouldn’t talk like that, sweetheart. We all know what happened last time you did.” He chuckled.

“Why?” You asked, and you knew he didn’t need any context for what you were asking. You weren’t his lover, you weren’t even his friend, but this, this was taking things to another level. You didn’t know he would play so dirty.

“I told you not to fuckin’ mess with me, bitch.” He growled into the phone before the line went dead. You waited a moment before placing your own phone down, fingers gripping the desk behind you. Of course his feelings were still hurt from your little speech about his harassment the month beforehand. You flexed your jaw before an idea popped into your head.

Your attention shot to your PR agent and she flinched, but a smile was breaking out across your face.

“Get Lindsay here, right now.”

----

“Baby, I love you so much!”

Ben’s voice cried out from your phone speakers. You were giggling away at the video, though you had already watched the thing at least a hundred times.

See, what Ben and all those other assholes in his team failed to know about was the weapon you held in your grasp. It wasn’t a gun, not a knife either. It was all so simple; a shapeshifter.

Your best friend Lindsay was a B-grade supe, a fact hidden from pretty much everyone. She couldn’t hold the form for longer than an hour, but you didn’t need longer than that to get your work done.

It took no convincing to get her to shift into Ben and get into bed with you -- you were very close with each other --, where you two made your own movie; Ben sobbing when he came. Then came his own headline:

Soldier Boy and high-profile congresswoman in love??

It wasn’t as scathing as yours, but you knew it would hit his fragile ego in just the right way, maybe even knock a few of his fans out of their obsession. You had no qualms about sharing this video with the world. He had started this war; you were trying to end it.

The second before he cried the words out again, the video paused with an incoming call.

“You bitch!”

“Baby, I didn’t know it was gonna be a double-feature!” You smiled with the words, listening to his breathing quicken in anger.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you. You hear me? You’re fuckin’ dead!”

“Ah, ah,” you tutted, throwing a condescending tone on, “that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend.”

It was really more of Vought’s idea. They thought it would be appropriate given the circumstances for you two to be a couple, at least for the rest of your campaign. They knew there was no getting rid of you, and if they didn’t agree to this, you would smear them and Soldier Boy through the mud.

“This means nothing. Watch your fuckin’ back, bitch.” Ben growled.

“Love you too, sweetheart.” You purred out the pet name before hanging up.

When he saw you again, the sex was just as good, if not better, than the first time.

[seraphicsentences]

HEY! i knwo your on a break but just incase your bored could you write reader sending spicy texts2 streamer!ellie while shes on like a boss level, and then after ‘raging’ at reader for making her lose, she comes back as if the chat isnt questioning the sounds coming from the other room (silly girl forgot to mute)

hi. tumblr j deleted all my edits to this. i’m rage quitting and j posting this version i banged out in the span of 15 minutes 😀 anyways.

FUCK i’m sorry i know this took fucking forever and now i’m delivering mediocrity. loved this req either way this was smf to write. hope you enjoy sweet girl ;)

me when i disappear for a month and come back only to deliver pure dog shit. 🤪🤪

“-KID JUST GOT FUCKING DESTROYED, FUCKING BITCH.”

it was a late friday night, which meant ellie was streaming in her room, and you were supposed to be studying.

this week ellie was hosting a special in celebration of hitting 10k subscribers, and was grinding away to finally defeat Resident Evil’s final boss.

you could hear the chat dinging away with message after message, no doubt blasting ellie with compliments on her play, and the occasional comment thirsting over her hands or whatnot. it was nothing new— you’d seen the countless edits of her on your own social media page, and even had a folder of your own favorites saved away on a burner account.

“let me suck your fing- WHAT?! that is a crazy thing to say,” you could hear ellie’s shocked voice. “either way, chat, i’m married…”

“where’s my ring? UP YOUR ASS. c’mon, leave me be, guys,” ellie jokingly whined, bantering with her obsessive fanbase.

you held back a smile of your own, hand pressed to your mouth as she continued to scold the chat for their outrageously filthy messages. what a dork.

“alright alright, im muting the chat. love you guys but i gotta focus now! this is serious shit and i’m low on ammo now, hah-ha,” ellie spoke to the screen, words slightly muffled through the thin wall.

in the living room papers lay strewn across the floor, couch littered with eraser shavings and crumpled post-it notes, yourself splayed atop it all.

studying was a long-forgotten task you abandoned to instead sweep lazily through your camera roll, attempting to clear up some much needed storage.

you stopped abruptly at the thumbnail of an old video, in which depicted a downright sinful image of ellie’s bared neck for you as she arched back in pleasure.

you quite literally salivated at the veins that adorned her sweat-glistened skin, naked chest that was just covered by the play button in the center, goading you to click it.

quiet sounds of ellie’s desperate moans picked up, her head coming up look just above the camera and deliver the most pathetically fucked-out look.

“ple-ease can i cum, mommy?” she whined, voice breaking with every thrust of your fingers, wet squelching in the background a sign of her neediness.

“let me hear you, baby,” you heard yourself coo through the screen, the video becoming shaky as you picked up your pace— before suddenly ending on accident right as ellie let out a strangled whimper.

you met it with one of your own, frustrated with being left on an unfinished high, the throbbing at your core impossible to ignore.

your thighs shifted against one another, wetness pooling in your underwear as you replayed ellie’s final sound in your head over and over again.

your trance was broken by the sound of a frustrated groan coming from behind ellie’s door.

“fuck, i got it this time, i got it, swear,” she cursed as the game’s recognizable ‘revive’ audio cue played.

she could just do this again next week, right?

without a second longer of thinking, you quickly screen-shotted a clear frame from the video, shooting it ellie’s way and sending a quick text to follow.

~~

ellie choked on her own spit as she clicked the blur away. cough- “fuck-“ wheeze- “shit-“ hack- “sorry, guys, j choked on my own saliva.”

what the fuck? what games were you trying to play?

you groaned, hearing the firing of guns continue on alongside ellie’s commentary.

sliding your panties aside, you spread your legs to display the mess between them, snapping a quick picture.

you shot back another text.

“just one more hit, one more one more one m- i- fuck,” you hear ellie stutter. “oh fuck, yep… and i’m dead, ‘kay, sorry guys just give me like 5 i’ll be back. gotta take care of something.”

you heard the slam of her headphones hitting the table and a screech of her chair sliding back against the hardwood floors.

the door swung open, the look in ellie’s eyes making your heart race with anticipation.

“hey els, good game?” you asked innocently from your position on the couch, legs crossed with your arm resting over the back.

“good game? yeah, great game actually,” she replies sarcastically, sauntering her way over to you. “you didn’t happen to need something, did you?” she asks, hopping onto the couch and quirking an eyebrow up.

“me? no…” you trail off as she leans in to brush a kiss across your lips.

“no?” she tucks your hair aside, before leaning in to whisper, “you mind spreading those pretty legs for me then, baby? i just want a look.”

“els,” you whine, attempting to catch her mouth in a kiss.

she avoids it, dipping down instead to rasp words against your racing pulse, “show me.”

you uncross your legs slowly, a damp patch darkening the very center of your shorts.

ellie grabs the leg closest to her, swiveling your body in one swift move to face her direction, placing that leg over the back of the couch as she runs her other hand up your opposing leg.

“fuck, els, i need you,” you say breathlessly, hips bucking into the air.

“let’s get these off,” she replies with a squeeze, tugging at your waistband. “wanna tell me what’s got you texting me like a slut in the middle of my stream? was it the video? my video?”

she dips her thumb into your leaking hole, swiping your arousal up in a messy circle over your aching clit.

“ah- shit! yes, fuck, y’sounded s-so pretty in it, els,” you moaned, nerves overly sensitive from the wait. “please,” you cried out, unsure of what exactly you were begging for, but you needed more.

“so fuckin’ needy,” ellie laughs under her breath, relishing in the loud groan that escapes your lips when she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flicking rhythmically against your swollen clit to draw out more of those pretty sounds.

“oh-oh, god, right there, so good- mmph,” you rock your hips up, hand scrambling to tug ellie’s mouth even closer to you, if possible.

mmhm she moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you jerk up as your legs clamp tightly around her head. ellie’s hands dash up immediately to shove them apart, pressing them wide open with an iron grip as she practically growls, “you asked for this. so fucking take it.”

two of her fingers slide easily into you with the next pull on your clit, and you’re arching up in a manner almost identical to ellie’s in the video, whining nonsensically.

“you’re dripping, baby,” ellie tuts, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

she continues to pump her fingers deep into you, curling them on every outstroke to slide against the spot that makes you see stars.

“c’mon, cum all over my fingers,” she teases, whispering sweet praises between kitten licks to your sensitive clit.

with your head thrown back, you couldn’t help but moan her name like a fucking prayer as your walls started to tighten, legs trembling under her grasp as she worked you through your high.

“that’s it, soak my fucking fingers.”

~

iluvgirls_moms: THAT WAS 1000% A MOAN

elliesleftarm33: guys what the fuck is happening 😀 ellie babes, i think you forgot to mute.

ewilliamsismy_wife: did anyone else j hear ellie’s name. are the voices getting to me?

elliewsjizzfr6996: how to be ellie’s gf no glue no borax? 🥲🥲

1toesuckersslurper: NAH ITS BEEN WELL OVER 10 MIN IM OUTTA HERE

yeahhh… looks like ellie owes her subscribers a real big 10k special next week. and an apology.