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alwayssassydreamer · 1 day ago

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Show Me Your Desire

A/N: so since I've been sick for almost two weeks now I didn't get a whole story done and only managed to scribble some short snippets down and this is the result of me experimenting. I have never done something like this before so here's to the first try. You can thank @hakiofdreams for the character selection and the idea. Its basically one scenario for 5 different characters. Oh and sorry if I messed Lucci, Mihawk and Zoro up I usually don't write for them (and please no more requests for Mihawk and Lucci)

Plot: you ate the Yoku Yoku No Mi - the desire desire devil fruit - that shows you glimpses of someones deepest desires when you touch them. Therefore you made sure to avoid touches and insight into those personal moments. But during a conference things get out of hand.

Warnings: none really, sfw, maybe some slight tinie tiny bit of angst, not proofread and I'm really sorry if it sucks 🙈

Characters: Law; Zoro; Sir Crocodile; Lucci; Mihawk (all separately) x GnReader

Crocodile:

You hadn’t meant to touch him.

The conference room was full of killers, and you had stayed quiet, unreadable as you were told because that was your strength. You were a broker one of the only women allowed in this blood-soaked circle, not because of strength, but because you knew when to keep your damn mouth shut.

Except for when your fingers grazed his.

It had been a fleeting moment someone bumped your chair, your balance faltered, and your hand caught the edge of the armrest next to you. Except it wasn’t empty. Crocodile was already seated there, cigar in hand, gold hook resting on the table.

You touched his skin.

And everything shifted.

The vision hit like a freight ship.

You stood on a sandstorm-swept cliff, wind howling like a banshee. Crocodile was in front of you, bleeding, furious but not at you. "Don’t you dare - don’t you fucking dare leave me," he growled. You took a staggering step toward him. He grabbed your hand pressed his forehead to yours. "You’re all I have left."

And then it was over.

Your fingers recoiled like you’d been burned. Crocodile glanced at you sharply. The eye contact was brief, but he noticed. Of course he noticed. His gaze sharpened, a predator smelling a shift in the wind.

You forced yourself to look away. Pretended to jot notes but your hand, it trembled.

Later that night you were alone on the balcony of the summit villa, nursing a glass of wine and a headache. The sea below was black and endless and you were too lost in thoughts to hear him approach.

"You touched me."

You didn’t look back. “I lost my balance.”

Crocodile exhaled smoke behind you. It curled over your shoulder like a living thing.

"You saw something."

Silence.

He stepped closer. Not enough to touch but enough that you felt it. His presence was heavy, charged.

"Your Devil Fruit," he said slowly. "The rumors are true."

You turned then, eyes meeting his. "You were warned not to touch me."

His lips curled into something like a smirk but there was no humor in it. "I don’t fear little parlor tricks, little flower."

"It’s not a trick. I saw your desire."

You watched his expression and saw a flicker of tension, his jaw tightening, but he said nothing.

You went on anyway. "You don’t want power. Or revenge. You want….someone."

He flicked ash over the railing. "Lust is human." he said calmly, unimpressed even.

"It wasn’t lust."

Now he looked at you fully. Dark eyes, smoldering with something far more dangerous than anger.

"Then you saw too much." Was all he said before he walked away again.

The days that followed were hell.

Crocodile made sure to stay out of "touching range", but he hovered, always in your periphery. Always watching.

You felt it in the way your skin prickled. The way he lingered too long in every meeting. The way he said your name, like it was a secret he refused to keep.

And worse, the way he looked at you now was not indifferent.

You saw it, a piece of him no one else did. Something he buried deep under years of blood and sand and arrogance.

That made you dangerous.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about that vision. Not just what he wanted, but how desperately he wanted it. How broken and raw his voice had been when he said it.

"You’re all I have left."

The breaking point came the next night in the garden.

It was late. You were alone again - or so you thought.

"You don’t sleep much."

You turned. "And you don’t leave me alone." You said glaninc briefly at him.

He looked tired. Less composed. Shirt open at the throat. Cigar forgotten.

"Why?" you asked. "Why do you keep circling me like a hawk?"

"Because you took something from me," he said vpice low as he stepped closer to you.

"What?" You asked blinking confused.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached out and this time, he touched you on purpose. Bare fingers, sliding along yours.

Another vision hit:

You, standing in the rain, bloodied, but alive. Him, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand, thumb caressing your skin. His hook protectively at your back like an oath. "I’ll protect you. Even if it kills me."

You gasped as the vision ended.

He didn’t let go. "You saw what I didn’t want anyone to know," he murmured. "That I’m tired of pretending I feel nothing."

"Why me?" you asked voice trembling, body shaking.

A beat of silence.

"Because you didn’t flinch," he said. "Even now, you look at me like I’m still a man."

"Are you?" you asked voice cracking

His lips twitched. "Would it matter?"

You didn’t answer just looked at him and he leaned in. Foreheads so close, breaths warm and mingling.

"You scare the hell out of me," you whispered.

"Good," he said. "That makes us even."

And then he closed the gap between you two. The kiss was a mistake, it was desperate, messy. Like trying to drown a fire and you pushed him away the first time. He let you, smirking, but not too far.

The second kiss wasn’t a mistake as you pulled him back giving in to the temptation, the desire, the need.

They said you tamed a monster.

They were wrong.

He was still a monster.

But now, when he burned the world, he burned it for you.

And when his enemies came too close, they didn’t face a sandstorm.

They faced a man willing to destroy the world just to keep your hands from shaking.

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Mihawk:

You stood in a candle-lit hall surrounded by the most dangerous men on the Grand Line, playing the part of a neutral mediator.

You didn’t expect him to be there or well maybe you did but you had just hoped he wouldn’t.

Dracule Mihawk. The Greatest Swordsman. Dressed in black and crimson, leaning against the far wall like a painting come to life.

He radiated silence. Precision. Control.

You made a point to avoid him after your last encounters with him. But fate didn’t care about your plans.

The chaos began when someone bumped into you, a minor captain, flailing, spilling wine.

You stumbled back and straight into Mihawk.

A bare hand caught your wrist. Just for a second.

And that was all it took for the vision hit you like a blade.

You, barefoot in his castle. Dressed in silk. Standing in front of a fire, wrapped in his coat. Mihawk behind you, eyes unreadable, fingers brushing your jaw. "Stay," he murmured in the dream. It was the most intimate thing you had ever seen from anyone, especially him.

And when you jolted back to reality, his gaze locked on you like he knew.

You quickly pulled away. "I-I’m fine, I’m sorry," you muttered, voice brittle.

He said nothing. But his stare lingered too long.

Later that night, you found yourself alone in the garden beneath the moonlight, trying to slow your racing heart. He found you again, silent as shadow.

"You saw something," Mihawk said, voice low and cutting. Not a question. A fact.

Your mouth went dry.

"I didn’t mean to," you admitted. "It only happens with skin contact."

"Interesting," he replied, stepping closer. "And what did you see?"

You looked up at him. His expression was unreadable. Cold, calculating… but something flickered behind his eyes. Hope? Fear? Annoyance?

"You were… home," you said carefully. "At peace."

That was not entirely a lie. But it also wasn't the whole truth.

But he accepted it. Barely.

"Keep your distance from now on," he said. "I don’t need you reading my mind."

"You think I want to?" you snapped. "I see things I never asked for. Every handshake, every shove, every accidental brush…..it’s a flood of everyone’s secrets. Do you know what that feels like?"

Mihawk’s expression didn’t change.

But his voice softened just slightly. "No. But I understand the cost of power."

He left before you could answer.

Over the next days, he avoided you. And you avoided him.

Except when you didn’t.

He lingered longer during briefings. Sat closer at the table. Your eyes met too often to be coincidence.

And then, it happened again.

A thunderstorm cracked over the island. You slipped on the rain-slick stone and someone caught you…….him again.

The vision rushed in.

You, in his castle again, dinner together, candles lit, a glass of wine before you, untouched because you were busy……kissing him, like it was the end of the world.

You jerked back, breathless, trembling.

He didn’t let go.

"Tell me," he said.

Your voice shook. "You want something you think you’re not allowed to have."

"Because it’s dangerous," he whispered. "Because I always win. And I’m afraid I’d ruin you."

You looked up, and your heart cracked open like a wound.

"Then stop touching me," you said. "Or stop pretending you don’t care."

The summit ended with deals were made and for once no blood spilled. But he didn’t leave.

He found you at the edge of the cliffside the next night. Wind in your hair. Sand crunching beneath your boots.

"I don’t know how to love gently," he said.

You turned. "I don’t need gentle. I need real."

Mihawk reached for you, slowly this time, and you let him. His fingers brushed your cheek, and the vision didn’t hit you like a wave.

This time, it bloomed.

It showed a future. A choice he had made. Not a fantasy, not a secret longing, just him, choosing you.

And for once, you saw your own desire reflected back.

When the vision ended, he looked down at you and he kissed you, it wasn’t fire. It wasn’t war. It was something infinitely more dangerous.

Surrender – him giving in to his desire.

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Lucci:

Lucci sat across from you now at a round conference table. He was silent, unreadable, flanked by the pigeon that watched you just as closely as its master. You kept your gloves on. You’ve heard the stories about CP0’s attack dog. Stoic. Merciless. Efficient.

Everytime you crossed paths with him you were surprised all over with how beautiful he was.

Not soft, never that. But there was a deadly grace in his stillness, the way his eyes rested like the flat of a blade on your skin. It was a look that said he knew what you were. What you were hiding.

You were extra careful. Until the second day of negotiations.

It happened fast. A flash of chaos during the midday meeting, two idiots broke into an argument, and someone flipped the table. You were shoved sideways, stumbling, and reaching out blindly to steady yourself.

Your bare hand crashed into Lucci’s wrist.

Shit.

Your world snapped away and the vision flashed before your eyes, flooding your senses.

Red silk sheets and low candlelight. Lucci was leaning against the headboard, half undressed, but it was not the lust that stole your breath, it was the quiet. You were there, beside him. Sleeping against his chest like you belonged there, his arm around you, watching you, like he was afraid you’d vanish. A calloused hand brushed a strand of hair from your face with infinite care, and in that moment, Lucci, the monster, the cipher, the assassin, looked more vulnerable than anyone you’ve ever seen. He wanted peace. He wanted you. And he’d never allow himself either.

The vision collapsed.

You ripped your hand back like you’ve been burned. Lucci’s expression didn’t change. Not one fraction.

But he knew.

You saw it.

After that you avoided him for the rest of the day. You sat far away from him instead, engaging in dry trade debates you barely heared. But Lucci was never far. Every time you glanced up, he was there in the corner, always watching. Not speaking. Not moving.

You dreamt of the vision that night. Of his hand brushing your cheek. Of a silence that felt like safety only to wake up breathless.

The next morning, he cornered you.

Not roughly, he simply appeared in the hallway outside your suite, leaning against the wall like he belonged there. The hallway was empty and the air was sharp with frost.

"I won’t ask what you saw," he said, his voice low and even, making you tense.

"But I would like to know," he added, stepping forward, "why it disturbed you."

Your throat tightened. "You touched me," you said carefully. "I don’t like that."

"You touched me," he corrected. "The reaction wasn’t fear. It was pity."

That hit a nerve. "So now you read minds too?" You asked a little harshly.

"No," he said, "just yours."

You wanted to deny it. You wanted to insult him. But his tone wasn’t cruel it was…..curious. Cautious, even.

"It’s dangerous for people to know what others want," he grumbled tilting his head, making you clench your fists. "Especially when what they want is you."

The silence between you was suffocating. Your heart hammered behind your ribs like it was trying to escape. "It doesn’t matter," you whispered. "You’ll never act on it."

He took one slow step forward. "You’re right." He said bluntly.

His presence was overwhelming, an aura of silent dominance, raw and coiled. But there was a strange gentleness to it now. A restraint that rattled you more than any threat could.

"You didn’t see a fantasy," he murmured. "You saw a possibility. That’s what’s dangerous."

And with that, he left.

The summit ended with a treaty. You should have felt relieved but instead you felt hollow.

You caught Lucci watching you again as the final ships left the port. His face was unreadable, but his eyes, those dark, unblinking eyes, held something you now understood.

Need. Not obsession, not hunger. Just Need.

You found a note tucked into your room before you left.

"You saw me unarmed. No one else ever has. That should frighten you. But if it doesn’t, come find me. I’ll be waiting. —R.L."

You didn’t sleep that night, you just sat with the letter in your lap, fingers trembling above your gloves.

You’ve always feared touch. But now? You feared the idea of never being touched by him again and so you decided to go after him.

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Zoro:

The room reeked of tension, gunpowder, old grudges, and barely veiled threats. It was supposed to be neutral ground, a temporary truce between pirate factions to discuss territory lines, enjoy the rum and food and make trades and deals. You didn’t trust any of it or them. Especially not the Straw Hats swordsman leaning against the wall like he owned the air around him.

Roronoa Zoro.

You had heard the stories, demon of the East Blue, three swords, no tolerance for weakness. You even saw him once in action and after that had maybe 2 or 3 run ins with him but that was it.

You expected cold glares and muscle-bound not his eyes to linger on you.

So when you handed him some documents for his Captain, Zoro’s hand briefly met yours and you froze as the vision set in slamming into you like cannon fire making your knees buckle under the force of it:

You - bloody, breathing hard, standing between Zoro and a faceless enemy. Your back to him, a sword in your hand, and defiance in your voice. “You’ll go through me first.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away out of danger not because he didn’t trust you or because he thought you were weak but because he wanted to protect you to be your shield, to keep you from harm. And then it shifted…..you, in a quiet moment, tucked beside him. Sleeping. His hand buried in your hair, body curled protectively around you, eyes closed but still guarding. He didn’t just want your body. He wanted to protect you, he wanted your loyalty. Your fire. Your presence. He wanted you – all of you.

When you blinked, the vision snapped away. The noise around you from the other pirates was still there. No one noticed, no one paid attention. Except Zoro himself.

His gaze had sharpened and you pulled your hand back fast. Too fast, causing his brow to furrow.

That night you barely slept. The vision kept replaying in your head – how rare it had been. How genuine.

It made no sense. He barely knew you. Why would his desire involve you bleeding for him? Sleeping beside him? Protecting you like you were something sacred?

The next morning you kept catching him watching you after that. Silent. Focused. Not aggressive, but intense.

And you tried to avoid him…..but he didn’t let you.

"Why did you flinch?" he asked, his voice came out of the shadows while you were walking alone, heading back to the guest quarters. He stepped out from between two buildings like he’d been waiting.

"I didn’t," you lied.

He stared at you, then tilted his head. "You looked like you saw a ghost, when we touched."

"I don’t like being touched," you explained forcing a smile.

"Bullshit," he hissed.

"Why do you care?" you asked inhaling sharply.

Zoro’s mouth opened, but he paused because he didn’t have a snarky answer.

"I don’t know," he said, finally. "But I’ve been thinking about it too damn much."

You saw the storm in his eyes and you knew you shouldn’t but he was just as confused and torn as you were and so you told him your secret.

"The Devil Fruit I ate… shows me what people want. If they touch me." You curled your fingers into your gloves. "I don’t mean surface-level stuff. I mean their deepest desire."

"So… you saw mine?" he asked not blinking.

You nodded once.

He looked away. "What was it?"

"I’m not telling you."

"That bad?"

"No. That personal."

"Then I must’ve looked pathetic." He murmured jaw clenching.

You stepped forward, a little closer to him. "No. That’s the problem. You didn’t."

He looked at you then, really looked. "Then what’s the problem?"

You swallowed hard looking at him before answering. "It made me want it too."

Silence.

"What did you see?" he asked again now more persistent.

Your heart hammered. You reached up, tugged one glove off slowly, deliberately.

“Touch me again and find out.”

He stared but then stepped forward.

His hand lifted and for once, it wasn’t a brush, it was a grasp, fingers curling over yours like he needed to hold something steady. Maybe himself.

And you shared the vision with him:

You. His. In every way that mattered. Fighting back to back. Him protecting you. Sleeping side by side. Arguing and laughing and bleeding and living. The sword at your hip matched his. The way he held you wasn’t lust, it was fierce belonging. You weren’t his weakness. You were his anchor.

He dropped your hand like it burned him and backed away a step, breathing hard.

But this time it was you who took a step closer to him. "I saw you," you whispered. "And I didn’t want to run. I wanted to be in that vision."

He blinked once. Then twice.

And suddenly almost out of nowhere he kissed you.

It wasn’t elegant or practiced. It was the kind of kiss you gave when you didn’t have words, when you had seen something terrifying and beautiful and wanted to make it real.

After that you went with him, to stay close, to make the vision, the desire a reality. You never told the others what your fruit did though. You didn’t need to. Zoro never left your side. He didn’t say much but he didn’t need to.

And he always made sure to touch you, your bare skin because he wanted you to see it, see what he wanted, see what he desired, see how much he wanted you.

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Law

Why the hell were you in a room with infamous pirates, locked in a tense alliance negotiation, and thought it was a good idea to be bare-handed?

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you sat at the circular table. Law was directly across from you, arms folded, sharp eyes watching everything. You had met him once before during a cargo handoff and you were sure he didn't remember that. But you did.

Your fingers brushed a silver coin on the table.

"Keep your hands still," Law said without looking at you.

You froze, embarrassed. His voice was quiet but stern, laced with a kind of quiet authority that made the others look over.

You retracted your hand and folded it in your lap.

"Don’t be so harsh," one of the other pirates muttered at Law with a grin. "She flinched like you growled."

Law didn’t respond. But his gaze lingered on you a moment longer than necessary.

Hours passed. The summit devolved into shouting, threats, and chest-puffing. You remained silent, observing. Calm. Neutral.

Until someone, an impatient mercenary with more ego than brains, tripped behind your chair.

You reached to steady yourself. Your hand flew out and….Law grabbed your wrist.

The world split open and your vision blurred and suddenly you saw his desire.

A cold room. Snow against steel walls. You, panting, drenched, eyes furious. He reached for you, desperate. A plea in his voice. "Don’t walk away. Stay. Just stay this time." You stood your ground, shaking your head, tears in your eyes. "You don’t need me, Law." His hand cupped your jaw. Gentle. Trembling. "I do. I just don’t know how to say it without destroying you."

The vision snapped shut like a trapdoor and you gasped, ripping your arm away, your knees nearly giving out.

Law’s brows furrowed. "What did you see?" He urged to know.

Shit. He knew.

You didn’t say anything just got up and walked out of the room.

You found him later that night on the edge of the island cliff, the ocean churning below like a storm waiting for permission.

"You didn’t answer my question," he said without turning.

You stayed back. "I didn’t think you’d actually know what my power does."

"I make it a point to know what everyone in the room is capable of," he said. "But I didn’t think you’d use it. Thought you were smarter than that."

"I didn’t mean to."

His head tilted slightly, dark hair blowing in the wind. "Then tell me. What did you see?"

You hesitated for a moment eyes shifting towards the ground. "You… asking me to stay."

He went quiet. So did the wind. And the waves in the ocean beneath it seemed.

"And what did you say?" he asked softly.

"I said you didn’t need me."

His laugh was low, bitter. "Typical. Even in my dreams, I drive people away,"

"No," you said quickly. "That wasn’t….It wasn’t like that. You… You were scared of hurting me. That’s not selfish. That’s human."

Law turned towards you, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable.

"I didn’t want you to see that," he said.

"I didn’t want to see it either," you replied, truth cutting between you. "Because now I can’t stop thinking about it."

He began avoiding you after that, making sure to keep his distance. His eyes were colder, calculations behind every word. But it wasn’t hatred, it was fear. You knew too much now. You had seen a version of him he barely admitted to himself.

And you couldn’t forget it.

You saw it in the way he stared at your hands, never touching you again.

In the way he tensed every time you stood near. He hadn’t spoken of the vision since, but you felt it constantly, the weight of possibility, just out of reach.

Until you broke first.

You cornered him one evening, at the medical bay. Just the two of you, surrounded by clean linens and the quiet hum of solitude.

"I can’t keep pretending I didn’t see it," you said. "Didn’t see what you want."

Law leaned against the counter, silent.

"You want someone who stays," you continued, stepping closer. "You want to let someone in. But you don’t know how. And you’re terrified that if you try, you’ll break them. That I’ll break."

His jaw clenched but you kept going. "I’m not afraid of you, Law. I’m afraid of how much I want to reach for you."

His head lifted, eyes sharp. "Don’t," he said firmly.

"Why not?"

"Because I’m already thinking about what I’d do to keep you."

The confession cracked the silence like thunder. He stepped closer, finally, hand raised, not touching, just hovering near your face.

"I’ve spent years pushing people away because it was easier. Cleaner. You saw what I wanted… and now I can’t stop imagining it."

"Then take it," you whispered. "Just don’t lie to yourself anymore."

And for the first time, he touched you willingly.

No vision came.

Because you didn’t need to see his desire anymore.

You already felt it.

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kxsagi · 1 day ago

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Bllk boys w a reader who's always changing hair color or/ and makeup?

“𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧”

a/n: i love sticking to routine so i admire when people go out of their comfort zones and experiment with makeup

ft. isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

he’s trying to be cool, but lowkey stunned every single time.

he thought he recognized you until he saw you with silver hair and neon green eyeliner and froze like “wait… who is this?” then you laughed and said “it’s me, silly.” he nodded slowly like he believed it.

takes way too many pictures of you because he’s still trying to figure out which version of you he likes best. “this one? or the one with the smokey eye?”

lowkey scared to compliment you because he’s afraid he’ll accidentally praise a past look and you’ll switch it up the next day out of spite.

once spent an entire morning helping you pick the perfect lipstick shade. ended up with more lipstick on his face than yours. didn’t mind.

when you went full goth one week and dyed your hair black, he was like a proud dad who’s just happy you’re happy. “you look cool. cool, scary, but cool.”

shidou ryusei

he’s hype 24/7 and secretly jealous.

“yo, that hair’s fire!” is his standard greeting now. no matter what color you show up with, he’s hyped and can’t stop staring.

he lowkey wants to try switching up his look because you’re setting the bar too high. “bet i could pull off jet black too, right?” (you tell him please no but secretly you want to see it.)

makeup tutorials? he watches them with you, but only to roast the dramatic ones. “why do people put that much highlighter on their face? they’re gonna blind somebody.”

once convinced you to do matching streaks in your hair and was so proud he showed off to the whole team. he calls it “power couple dye.”

every time you change your style, he’s the first to scream “that’s my girl!!!” like a proud hype man in the stands.

nagi seishiro

he tries to be indifferent, but lowkey loves the attention.

“did you do something with your hair?” he asks casually every time. the answer is always different, but he tries not to look too impressed.

lowkey fascinated by how you can change your whole vibe with just makeup and hair. “it’s like you’re a different person every week.”

he’ll offer you one makeup tip, which is basically “don’t get it in my eyes.”

took a million selfies with you when you did that pastel goth look once. “don’t tell anyone i liked it. you looked like a video game character.”

teases you about being a “professional chameleon,” but secretly thinks it’s the coolest thing ever.

mikage reo

he’s elegant, but sometimes bewildered.

“you’re like an artist.” he says it so seriously every time you show up with a new look, like you just painted a masterpiece.

not totally sure what all the makeup jargon means, but he tries to learn because he wants to understand your craft. (bonus points if you teach him.)

when you showed up with fiery red hair and bold eyeliner, he almost dropped his glass of wine. “wow. you’re on fire.”

he’s a bit protective too. “don’t let anyone dull your colors.”

once made a small donation to a high-end makeup brand because “it makes you happy.” he thinks that counts as a romantic gesture.

karasu tabito

he’s amused and a little sarcastic.

“so, what’s the color this week? purple? green? ‘don’t talk to me’ black?” he asks with mock seriousness.

“you change your look more often than i change my socks.” (which is pretty often.)

lowkey admires your confidence. “i wouldn’t have the guts. i’m too lazy.”

you once dared him to wear lipstick for a day. he did it but immediately wiped it off when no one was looking.

sometimes pretends not to notice, but he’s secretly memorized every shade you’ve worn and can name your favorite lipstick brand on demand.

itoshi sae

he’s lowkey impressed, but acts like it’s no big deal.

“you don’t do anything halfway, huh?” he says, deadpan, watching you change your hair color yet again.

he appreciates how you own your look and never care what anyone thinks. it’s something he admires, even if he won’t say it outright.

he’s not the most expressive about makeup, but he notices the little things, like the way you do your eyeliner on a day you’re feeling confident.

once caught himself staring at you in disbelief because your hair color matched your eyeshadow perfectly. “that’s some next-level coordination.”

if he ever sees you struggling with a tricky makeup look, he’ll silently get you a mirror or some wipes and then walk away before you can thank him.

itoshi rin

his eyeliner is fear. yours is fierce.

rin notices every single change you make. he just refuses to comment on it until you ask. then he hits you with a grumpy “… it looks good,” while blushing like he just confessed his entire soul.

the first time you came home with icy blue hair and rhinestone liner, he stared for five straight minutes before muttering “you look like a final boss.” (that was actually a compliment.)

pretends he doesn’t care when you ask “should i go copper next?” but he always votes subtly. “do whatever you want… but the pink was nice.”

if you wear dramatic lashes and bold lips, he gets weirdly quiet and stares at you from across the room like he’s fighting demons. like sir? why do you look like you're losing a boss fight in your brain???

the day you gave him a full “e-boy eyeliner look” for fun, he groaned the whole time, but refused to wipe it off for hours. he even looked in the mirror more than once.

he's used to living in black and grey, so dating you is like watching someone splash color into his grayscale world, and he’s annoyingly obsessed with every shade you bring.

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he pretends to be unfazed, but you’re LIVING in his head rent-free with every look.

“another hair color? what happened to the purple?” “got bored.” “you’re a menace. and it’s hot.”

loves every single look you try, but especially the bold ones. full lashes, glitter shadow, hair that looks like you walked out of an anime? that’s his kryptonite. he’s down bad.

literally calls you his “goddess of transformation” and demands a grand entrance every time you walk into the room with a new style. “music! lights! look at her!!”

if anyone so much as blinks wrong at your look in public, he’ll throw hands. “jealousy is ugly, schatz. unlike your highlighter. which is blinding and perfect.”

has no idea how makeup works, but he’ll fake confidence. “yeah, the… contour? it’s really…contouring.”

once tried to dye his own hair to match yours as a joke. it turned out weirdly green and he had a spiral. you still tease him about it.

when you do a romantic look – soft tones, glossy lips, light blush – he melts. like visibly short-circuits. “ugh. stop being so pretty. this is a threat to my ego.”

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♈️──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Aries: Having Aries in the 8th House makes your sensuality so intense that sometimes you can't even contain it. There's something urgent about your desire, something that doesn't wait, that gets to the point, that doesn't hide. You seduce through action, through impulsiveness. Through that fire that doesn't ask permission. You can seem intimidating without meaning to, and sometimes you don't understand why someone wants you so much if you didn't even realize what you did. But your presence radiates that "I take what I want" vibe, and that, deep down, is crazy.

♉──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Taurus: There's something about you that calms and simultaneously generates desire. As if your body spoke another language. As if your hugs were a place where everything stops. You seduce with the way you walk, the way you touch, even the way you breathe. You're so connected to pleasure, to the senses, that people want to stay there. Your sexual energy isn't loud, but it's persistent. It creeps in slowly until it can't be released. You take your time with desire, but when you do it, you do it like a queen.

♊️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Gemini: You're curious, mentally restless, and that translates into a playful, ever-changing, almost unpredictable sensuality. People don't always understand why they're so attracted to you, but it's because you connect with them from places that aren't obvious. You speak to desire through ideas, laughter, unexpected questions, and perfectly timed changes of subject. You educate more with conversation than with a body. More with a knowing glance than with an obvious gesture. Your sexy side isn't constant, but when it appears, it's a bombshell of stimulation. Because you make the other person think, feel, and get lost.

♋️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Cancer: Having Cancer in the 8th House means experiencing desire as a deep emotion that transforms everything. Loving you (or simply wanting you) isn't easy. Because your love doesn't stay on the surface. Your sexual energy blends with your wounds, and that creates a magnetic attraction. Your sexy side is lunar: it changes, it hides, it appears when you want it to. But when you show it… oh my. It feels like returning to your body after years away from it.

♌️──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Leo: Having Leo in the 8th House makes your sensuality brilliant, passionate, and very, very hard to ignore. There's something about you that seduces even when you're not trying. It's that confidence you radiate, that way you move as if you know someone is watching you, even if they aren't. But the sexiest thing isn't that you show off, but that you open up honestly. You love with everything. You desire with fire. And you want to be chosen, admired, desired as if you were a work of art. Because you know you are. Your sexual energy has something theatrical about it, but it's not fake. You want real intensity.

♍️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Virgo:Having Virgo in the 8th House means having a desire that observes, that analyzes, that enters slowly but deeply. Your sensuality is one of those you can't see coming. At first, you seem controlled, measured, until someone realizes that beneath it all lies a fierce intensity. You seduce from the details, from what others don't notice. From the way you place your hand, from the way you read the other person's body as if it were an open book. Your mind is always connected to desire, even if you don't say it out loud.

♎️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Libra: Having Libra in the 8th House means having a sensuality that disguises itself as charm, but hides storms behind every smile. You seduce unintentionally, just by existing. Because you know how to be. Because you create beauty in every gesture. But be careful: you're not superficial. What you want is real, aesthetic, and emotional connection. You love harmony, but you're also turned on by the play of desire, sustained gazes, hands that barely touch. Your sexual energy is elegant, yet intense. Sometimes you don't notice how much you desire until someone manages to confuse you a little.

♏️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Scorpio: You are literally pure sexual energy. You don't need to speak to generate desire. Your gaze says it all. You seduce with emotional intensity, with silence, with the depth with which you love or desire. You touch places that hurt, that heal, that transform. Your mere presence can make someone rethink everything. And yes, it can be scary. Your desire doesn't seek simple pleasure, it seeks fusion. And whoever surrenders to you… never comes back the same.

♐️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Sagittarius: Having Sagittarius in the 8th House means experiencing desire as a constant search. Like an adventure that begins in the body but doesn't end there. You seduce with your enthusiasm, with your humor, with your mind that never stops exploring, your charisma in general. You have something wild and sweet at the same time. As if you were kissing with the desire to know the other person's universe, not just their skin.

♑️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Capricorn: Having Capricorn in the 8th House means having a sensuality that feels like a contained storm. You seduce with your mere presence, with your steady gaze, with that "I know what I'm doing" that is as reassuring as it is erotic. Your sexual energy is rooted in stability, but that doesn't mean it isn't deep. Quite the opposite. You truly love. You truly desire. You just don't show it right away. You tend to show it with actions, with commitment, with silent dedication.

♒️ ──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Aquarius: Having Aquarius in the 8th House means desire turned into rarity. You seduce with what is different. With what is unexpected. Because it doesn't fit, and precisely for that reason, it fascinates. You don't seek possession. You're not interested in sex as something repetitive. You're excited by what breaks the mold, by what stimulates the mind before the body. And although you sometimes seem distant, your sexual energy is intense, electric, unforgettable. You seduce through the conversation that no one else dared to have.

♓──★ ˙🎸 ̟!! 8th House in Pisces: Having Pisces in the 8th House gives a very special style for experiencing sensuality. You don't just jump in for physical desire, but rather need to feel emotionally and spiritually connected to the other person. You have a gentle, dreamy, and very empathetic energy, you pick up on what the other person is feeling, sometimes without being told. In intimacy, you give yourself completely the other person, not only body to body, but also soul to soul. You can have an inner world rich in fantasies and a very romantic, even somewhat idealistic, way of loving.

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deansbeer · 3 days ago

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𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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pairing 𓏵 soldier boy x female reader.

synopsis 𓏵 your boyfriend ben can’t do romance like a normal person, so he threatens your boss and gives you a week-long birthday sex fest to celebrate.

sticky notes 𓏵 happiest of birthdays to my beloved smin @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery! I LOVE YOU SO SOOOOO MUCH 🤍 she knew i was up late last night waiting for the clock to strike midnight and that i was writing a little something for her special day <3

you’d been dating ben for almost a year now, and in that time you’d learned to read between the lines of his gruff exterior. soldier boy wasn’t exactly known for his emotional intelligence — decades of being america’s golden boy followed by even more decades of russian experiments hadn’t left much room for learning how to express feelings properly.

but you’d learned his tells: the way he’d pull you closer in his sleep, how he’d always make sure you ate before he did, the protective hand on your lower back whenever you were in public.

still, as you pulled into the driveway after another exhausting day at work, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. it was your birthday, and while you hadn’t expected some grand romantic gesture (that wasn’t ben’s style), you’d hoped for... something. maybe dinner at that steakhouse he liked, or even just a “happy birthday” that morning. instead, he’d been passed out when you left for work, reeking of bourbon from whatever bender he’d been on with butcher the night before.

the house was suspiciously quiet when you entered, no blaring television or sounds of ben rummaging through the kitchen. “ben?” you called out, setting your bag down by the door. “baby? you home?” silence greeted you, and you tried not to let the hurt creep in. maybe he’d forgotten entirely. it wouldn’t be the first time his substance-enhanced brain had let something slip through the cracks.

“in here,” his deep voice finally rumbled from the bedroom. you followed the sound, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed in just his sweatpants, looking oddly nervous. ben didn’t ever do nervous. he did cocky, angry, occasionally fond when it was just the two of you — but nervous was new. “took you long enough to get home.”

“yeah, well, some of us have actual jobs,” you said, trying to keep the mood light despite your disappointment. “everything okay? you look... weird." you noticed then that the bedroom was different — candles everywhere (definitely new, ben thought candles were for ‘pussies and women’), and was that... massage oil on the nightstand?

“your boss won’t be a problem anymore,” he said abruptly, standing up and moving toward you. “told that pencil-pushing fuck that you’re taking the week off. starting now.” his hands came to rest on your hips, and you could see him struggling with whatever he was trying to say. “…for your birthday. which is today. and i didn’t forget.”

“ben, you can’t just threaten my boss,” you started, but he cut you off with a look that said he absolutely could and definitely had. “what did you do? please tell me you didn’t threaten to throw him out a window. i need that job.”

“didn’t touch him,” ben said, though his smirk suggested he'd wanted to. “just had a friendly conversation over the phone about how my girl deserves a week off for her birthday. mentioned how accidents happen, especially to normal humans who overwork their employees.” his hands tightened on your hips. “may have also mentioned what i did to the last person who made you cry.”

“baby, that was a mugger who tried to steal my purse,” you pointed out, though you were fighting a smile now. the idea of ben intimidating your stick-up-his-ass boss into giving you vacation time was actually kind of sweet, in a deeply dysfunctional way. “so what’s with all this?” you gestured to the candles, the oil, the general attempt at ambiance.

“it’s your birthday,” he said, like that explained everything. when you continued to stare at him, he huffed out a breath. “look, i’m shit at this stuff, okay? the whole... feelings thing. romance. whatever the fuck normal people do.” he pulled you closer, until your bodies were pressed together. “but you put up with my ass, so i figured... i could try.”

“benjamin,” you said softly, using his full name which you knew he secretly loved. “you didn’t have to do all this. i would have been happy with just—”

“no,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “you deserve more than just ‘happy with.’ been thinking about it all week. you know what i used to do for birthdays?” he didn't wait for an answer. “herogasm. created the whole fucking thing back in ‘52. week-long sex fest where supes could let loose, no judgment, no rules.” his eyes darkened as he looked down at you. “figured i could create something better. just for you.”

“are you saying you’re throwing me my own personal herogasm?” you asked, torn between laughing and being genuinely touched. only ben would think a week-long sex marathon was the height of romance. then again, considering his history, this was actually progress.

“better than herogasm,” he corrected, walking you backward toward the bed. “those were about quantity, showing off, proving who could last longest. this...” he paused, seeming to struggle with the words. “this is about you. what you want. what makes you feel good." his voice dropped to that gravelly tone that never failed to make you shiver. “starting with working every fucking knot out of your body.”

“is that what the oil is for?” you asked, already knowing the answer from the predatory look in his eyes. “ben, you don’t have to—“

“strip,” he commanded, but there was a softness under the order. “birthday girl gets what birthday girl deserves, and what you deserve is to not think about that fucking office for the next seven days.” his hands were already at the buttons of your blouse, surprisingly gentle. “been watchin’ youtube videos all day. turns out you can learn anything on the internet now.”

“you watched massage tutorials?” you couldn’t help the surprise in your voice. ben barely knew how to work his phone, claimed technology was for weaklings who couldn’t handle real life. the idea of him struggling through youtube videos just to learn how to give you a massage did something warm and fuzzy to your chest.

“shut up,” he muttered, but there was no heat in it. “kept getting distracted by the fucking ads. do you know how many hot singles are apparently in our area?” he'd gotten your blouse off, was working on your pencil skirt. “told them all to fuck off. got my hot single right here.”

soon you were face down on the bed in just your panties, ben straddling your thighs as he warmed the oil between his hands. “tell me if i hurt you,” he said, and you knew he meant it. for all his strength, all his bravado, ben was terrified of his own power when it came to you. you’d seen him bend steel without thinking, but he touched you like you were made of delicate glass.

“you won’t,” you assured him, then gasped as his hands made contact with your back. he was surprisingly good at this, strong fingers finding knots you didn’t even know existed. “fuck, that feels good.”

“you’re so fucking tense,” he muttered, working his thumbs along your spine. “that boss of yours has been running you dry. should have stepped in sooner.” his hands moved lower, dealing with the tension in your lower back. “been thinking about you all day. how you’d look spread out on our bed, letting me take care o’ya.”

“is that all you’ve been thinking about?” you teased, though it came out breathier than intended. his hands were doing wonderful things to your muscles, and you could feel yourself melting into the mattress. “just giving me a nice, innocent massage?”

“nothing innocent about what i plan to do to you,” he growled, hands sliding down to your ass, kneading the flesh there. “this is just the warm-up, sweetheart. got seven days to show you exactly how much i appreciate you putting up with my shit.” he leaned down, pressing kisses along your spine. “seven days to worship every inch of this gorgeous body.”

“ben,” you gasped as his hands slipped under the waistband of your panties. “thought this was supposed to be a massage.” but you were already arching into his touch, body responding to him like it always did. a year together and he still affected you like this, still made you feel like you were burning from the inside out.

“it is,” he said, pulling your underwear down and off. “just a very thorough massage. gotta make sure every part of you is relaxed.” his hands returned to your ass, squeezing and spreading, and you could feel his eyes on you. “fuck, look at you. prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, and you’re all mine.”

“all yours,” you agreed, spreading your legs wider in invitation. the massage had been nice, but you both knew where this was heading. where it always headed when ben got his hands on you. “ben, please...”

“please what, baby?” he asked, fingers trailing dangerously close to where you wanted them. “gotta use your words, birthday girl. told you, this week is about what you want.” his thumb brushed against your entrance, gathering the wetness there. “though i gotta say, seems pretty clear what you want right now.”

“want you,” you moaned, trying to push back against his hand. “want you to fuck me. been thinking about it all day too, couldn’t concentrate at work.” that was true — you’d spent most of your last meeting fantasizing about coming home to exactly this, though you’d never imagined he’d actually plan something.

“yeah?” his voice was rough now, affected. “my girl sitting in her office, thinking about my cock instead of spreadsheets or whatever the fuck you do there?” you felt the bed shift as he shoved his sweatpants off. “that why you’ve been so tense? just needed to be fucked properly? hm?”

“yes,” you admitted, past the point of shame. “need you, baby. please.” you felt the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, teasing but not pushing in. “it’s my birthday, you can’t tease me on my birthday.”

“wouldn’t fuckin’ dream of it,” he growled, and then he was pushing in, one smooth thrust that had you grabbing at the sheets. “holy fuck, you feel perfect. always so fucking perfect f’me.” he set a devastating pace immediately, none of his usual build-up. “that’s it, take it. such a good girl, taking everything that i give you.”

the praise made you clench around him, which just spurred him on. “my good girl,” he continued, one hand on your hip and the other pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned to the mattress. “only mine. that fuckin’ boss of yours better remember that. anyone who sees you better remember that.”

“yours,” you gasped out, the word broken by moans as he hit that perfect spot inside you. “only yours, ben. forever.” the position had you completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but take what he gave you, and you loved it. loved the weight of him over you, the controlled power in every thrust.

“damn right,” he agreed, picking up the pace. “gonna spend this whole week showing you. gonna fuck you in every room of this house, on every surface. gonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.” his hand slid from your back to your hair, gripping it gently. “but you’ll remember mine, won’t you, sweet thing?”

“yeah,” you cried out, already embarrassingly close. “ben, i’m— fuck, ‘m close. please, need to—”

“come for me,” he commanded, his other hand sliding under you to find your clit. “come all over my cock like the good lil’ slut you are. show me how much you love your birthday present.” his fingers circled your clit in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took. you came with a scream, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

ben fucked you through it, praising you the whole time. “that’s right, that’s my fuckin’ girl. so beautiful when you come. could watch you fall apart for days.” and you knew he meant it — his stamina was legendary, a side effect of the compound v that you definitely didn’t complain about. “thankfully we’ve got all week for that.”

he flipped you over suddenly, cock never leaving your body, and you gasped at the new angle. “wanna to see your face,” he explained, leaning down to kiss you. it was surprisingly tender for the brutal pace he was maintaining. “there she is. my beautiful birthday girl.”

“ben,” you moaned against his lips, oversensitive but already building toward another orgasm. “s’too much, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he insisted, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to go deeper. “know you can. my girl can take anything i give her, can’t she?” his thumb found your clit again, and you cursed, back arching off the bed. “just like that. one more for me, sweetheart. let me see those pretty eyes when you come.”

you forced yourself to keep eye contact as the second orgasm approached, watching his face contort with pleasure. “fuck, you’re squeezing me,” he groaned. “gonna make me come. where do you want it, birthday girl?”

“inside,” you gasped out. “wanna to feel you. please, ben, want all of you.” that did it — he thrust deep one final time and came with a roar, filling you as you tumbled over the edge again. the feeling of his release triggered aftershocks, smaller orgasms that had you clinging to him desperately.

he collapsed on top of you, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms. you both lay there panting, bodies still connected, coming down from the high. “happy birthday, baby,” he murmured against your neck, pressing surprisingly gentle kisses there. “hope you liked part one of your present.”

“part one?” you asked, still dazed. “ben, if that was just part one, i don’t think i’ll survive the week.” but you were smiling, running your fingers through his hair. he practically purred at the contact, that hidden soft side coming out now that he’d properly fucked you into the mattress.

“oh, you’ll survive,” he promised, pulling out carefully and gathering you against his chest. “got it all planned out. tomorrow we’re christening the kitchen counter. always wanted to fuck you there while you’re trying to cook.” his hand traced patterns on your bare skin. “then the shower, the couch, that fancy dining room table you insisted on buying...”

“you’ve really thought this through,” you said, touched despite the crude delivery. in his own way, this was ben’s version of romance — planning out a week of debauchery designed entirely around your pleasure. “no work, no responsibilities, just...”

“just me taking care of you,” he finished. “showing you how much...” he paused, struggling again. “how much you mean to me. hell, i’m bad at this shit.” he pressed his face into your hair, hiding. “but you make me want to try. make me want to be better than the asshole everyone thinks i am.”

“you’re my asshole,” you said fondly, turning in his arms to kiss him properly. “and this is perfect. you’re perfect. even if you did terrorize my boss.” you pulled back to look at him seriously. “thank you. for all of this. for trying. i love you too, you know. even if you can’t say it yet.” you knew he struggled with those words, forty years of russian torture having beaten most emotional expression out of him.

but he showed it in other ways — like planning a week-long sex festival for your birthday, apparently. and that was enough. more than enough.

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ladyloveandjustice · 20 hours ago

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One thing that always bothered me as a kid, and still bothers me, is it honestly makes so little sense Steph didn't rank super high on the scale of Martial Artists after receiving the Robin training, if it's so amazing. Considering what she could do while untrained, the experience she had, it's baffling that no one ever considered her a prodigy, or that she wasn't at least notably more skilled than say, Tim was, when she started out as Robin.

Like, Steph was in the field and knocking out grown men twice her size with zero training. It was not even mentioned that she took martial arts classes or anything to explain how she can do this, just gymnastics and softball. And both were high school gymnastics, high school softball, not fancy expensive classes??? Even Babs, in Batgirl Y1 had the advantage of having taken martial arts classes and presumably a lot more since her goal was to be in the FBI.

Meanwhile Steph like. She's jumping off rooftops and surfing trains and taking down bad guys with nothing. Tim's gone through extensive Batman training and trained with Lady Shiva and all this stuff, and obviously she's not as good as him and needs him to watch her back at times, but she can keep up with him, and even saves him or get the jump on him quite a few times, and that's incredible when you think about it. Tim gave her gadgets and instructions in the field, but it's never shown that he taught her any moves.

There's even a panel where Batman notes Stephanie almost snuck up on him and "not many people can do that" when again, no training, no martial arts classes, this is way before he agreed to give her any help at all-- and then for some reason, after noting this girl with no training is more talented than most people he knows, just keeps telling her she's not good enough and should go home.

That's a ridiculous level of raw talent, and it's honestly so bizarre nobody in the Batfamily ever noted that and kept telling her to go home. When she does get training, it's very sporadic, it is not clear how much Batman or Black Canary trained her the first time, he disappeared on her and then fired her as soon as he came back, and we never saw her get trained on screen by Dinah (the only person who ever acknowledged she had talent). She sparred with Cass, but Cass never taught her anything. Despite all this, she was noticeably getting way better during the era.

But when she received the six month Robin training that's supposed to make them so strong or whatever...how did that not result in her being a prodigy? She's the only Robin who was an experienced superhero before she took on the mantle?

Bruce literally tells her "Tim did this better" when he was training her about something, which makes no sense considering she came into being Robin with way more skills and experience and martial arts prowess??? When she was surviving on her own and fighting villains before that? When she could nearly sneak up on Bruce even before that?

You could claim she's a "bad student" or whatever, but she was a clearly very good at taking her gymnastic coach's instructions, enough to become a genius at it, so that doesn't really hold water.

The only explanation that would make any sense would be that Bruce taught her badly on purpose. which. unfortunately wouldn't be too far out of character from how he treated her in that era. (And that she apparently improved a lot under Babs tutelage as Batgirl but not his. So. Not a good look for him)

I mean the real answer for why all this makes no sense is DCs misogyny ofc. But it’s pretty wild how there’s no justification for this in universe.

#robin #stephanie brown #batgirl #batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #dc comics #batman comics #the spoiler

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Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

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Chapter 19: New Boundaries

The morning sun streaming through the guesthouse windows found eight bodies sprawled across your bed in various states of peaceful exhaustion. What had started as a reconciliation cuddle pile had evolved into an impromptu sleepover, with limbs tangled together in a way that defied physics and personal space boundaries.

You woke slowly, consciousness returning gradually as you registered the warm weight of Yunho's arm across your waist, the solid presence of Seonghwa's chest against your back, and what you were fairly certain was Wooyoung's foot somehow pressed against your shoulder.

"Morning, Tulip," came Hongjoong's soft voice from somewhere near your feet, where he'd apparently claimed a small corner of the bed.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself looking directly into Mingi's face, his dark eyes already alert and watching you with that same protective intensity from the night before. His arm was wrapped securely around your middle, as if even in sleep he'd been afraid you might disappear.

"How did you sleep?" he asked quietly, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Better than I have in weeks," you admitted, and it was true. Despite the emotional chaos of the previous evening, sleeping surrounded by your pack felt like the most natural thing in the world.

A gentle stirring around you indicated the others were beginning to wake up as well. San made a soft grumbling sound as he shifted against Jongho's shoulder, while Yeosang carefully extracted himself from what appeared to be a pretzel-like position with Wooyoung.

"My arm is completely numb," Wooyoung announced cheerfully, sitting up and shaking out his left arm with exaggerated movements. "But it was totally worth it for the pack bonding experience."

"You volunteered to sleep at the foot of the bed," Yunho pointed out with amusement, stretching carefully so as not to disturb you.

"I was being chivalrous," Wooyoung defended. "Making sure everyone had room. Very selfless of me."

"Very something," Yeosang muttered, though his tone was fond.

As everyone slowly untangled themselves and the bed began to return to normal proportions, you noticed something different about how your body felt. The heat symptoms that had been building steadily for days—the restless energy, the heightened sensitivity, the way your omega had been responding to your alphas' presence—all of it felt muted, manageable.

You sat up slowly, taking inventory. The urgency was still there, but it felt... controlled somehow.

"Is everything alright?" Seonghwa asked, immediately noticing your contemplative expression with that uncanny ability he had to read your moods.

"I feel... different," you said slowly, trying to identify what had changed. "Better."

Before anyone could respond, there was a knock at the guesthouse door. Hongjoong frowned, checking his phone.

"That's probably Dr. Kim," he said, looking slightly sheepish. "I... may have called her early this morning. After everything that happened last night, with your heat symptoms and the stress..."

"You called our doctor?" you asked, though you weren't upset—more curious than anything.

"I was worried," Hongjoong admitted. "About how the emotional trauma might affect your cycle, about whether we needed to do something to help you through it safely."

You frowned slightly, ready to make a comment about how this was exactly what had happened yesterday when everything went crazy—decisions being made for you without your input. But before the words could form, you felt a soft kiss pressed to your neck.

Yunho’s lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “He’s trying,” Yunho said quietly, his voice gentle but carrying the weight of understanding. “He’s still head alpha, baby steps.”

The tender gesture and his words made you pause, the fight draining out of you as quickly as it had risen. You looked at Hongjoong’s worried face, saw the genuine concern there rather than the controlling energy from the night before.

Yunho was right-Hongjoong was trying to find the balance between protecting you and respecting your autonomy. And if you were going to be part of this pack, you had to accept that sometimes the head alpha would make decisions he felt were necessary for everyone's wellbeing, including yours.

You let out a soft breath, your shoulders relaxing. “Okay,” you said simply, and watched relief flood Hongjoong’s features.

Dr. Kim's voice called from outside. "It's Dr. Kim. May I come in?"

"Please," you called back, and the door opened to admit a woman in her fifties with kind eyes and a professional demeanor that immediately put you at ease.

"Good morning," she said, taking in the scene of eight alphas and one omega in various states of post-cuddle-pile dishevelment with practiced calm. "I brought a few things that might help stabilize your cycle while you all work through these new mate bonds."

She set her medical bag on the small table and pulled out what looked like a small patch, similar to your scent blockers.

"It's a hormone regulator," she explained, seeing your curious expression. "Designed specifically for newly mated omegas who are dealing with cycle disruptions due to stress or multiple alpha bonds. It won't stop your heat entirely, but it will slow it down and make it more manageable until your body adjusts to the pack dynamics."

"Is that what I'm feeling?" you asked. "The difference from yesterday?"

Dr. Kim looked confused for a moment, then understanding dawned on her face. "Ah. You're probably responding to their combined scents even through your blocker. Eight mated alphas in close proximity can have a naturally stabilizing effect on an omega's cycle. Your body is recognizing the pack bond and adjusting accordingly."

"So the cuddle pile actually helped?" Wooyoung asked with delight.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Dr. Kim said with a small smile. "Extended contact with bonded alphas can help regulate omega hormones. Though I'd still recommend the patch for additional stability while you all learn to navigate these new dynamics."

She turned to you. "It's completely optional, and it's temporary—maybe a few weeks while you establish better pack communication and trust. Think of it as training wheels for your omega biology."

You looked around at the faces of your mates, all clearly concerned for your wellbeing and comfort. "What do you think?" you asked them.

"Whatever you're comfortable with," Hongjoong said immediately. "It's your choice entirely."

"It might give us time to figure things out without the pressure of a full heat cycle," Seonghwa added thoughtfully.

"I think I'd like that," you decided. "Time to build trust and work on our relationships without biology overwhelming everything."

Dr. Kim nodded approvingly and handed you the patch. "Apply it like your scent blocker. It should help keep things stable for the next few weeks. And don't hesitate to call if you have any concerns or side effects."

"So it's our fault," Hongjoong said quietly, his voice heavy with self-recrimination.

"It's nobody's fault," you said firmly, turning to face him. "It's just biology responding to circumstances. And honestly? It might be a good thing. It gives us time to figure things out properly instead of being driven by heat hormones."

Seonghwa nodded thoughtfully. "A chance to establish better dynamics before dealing with that level of biological intensity."

"Exactly," you agreed. "We can build trust and work through our issues without the added pressure of heat cycles and rut responses."

Wooyoung, who had been unusually quiet during this exchange, suddenly perked up. "Does this mean we get to do normal couple things? Like dates? I've been planning dates!"

"You've been planning dates?" San asked with amusement.

"SO many dates," Wooyoung confirmed enthusiastically. "I have a whole list. Museum visits, restaurant tours, that new amusement park... I was just waiting for the right time to suggest them."

"We should probably start with something simpler," you said with a laugh, charmed by his enthusiasm. "Like figuring out how to live together without anyone threatening to leave or calling anyone crazy."

The reminder of the previous night's fight brought a more serious mood back to the room.

"Speaking of which," Hongjoong said, his leader voice reasserting itself, "we need to talk about practical things. Your work situation, living arrangements, how we handle the pack dynamics going forward."

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you knew would be a complex conversation. "I've been thinking about that. I don't want to give up working entirely, but I understand there are safety concerns and... complications."

"What are you thinking?" Seonghwa asked gently.

"Maybe a compromise," you said, looking around at all of them. "I could transition to a consulting role—helping with schedule coordination and management for ATEEZ specifically, but not being on-site for everything. I could work from home most of the time, join you for important events, but not be constantly in situations where I'm vulnerable to outside alphas."

Hongjoong's expression showed he was carefully considering your proposal. "That could work. You'd still be using your skills and maintaining your independence, but with more control over your environment."

"And," you added pointedly, "it would be my choice. My decision about how much and when to work."

"Of course," Hongjoong said immediately. "Completely your choice."

The quick agreement and the respectful tone made you relax slightly. Maybe the events of last night had actually created an opportunity for better communication.

"What about living arrangements?" Jongho asked practically. "Are you comfortable staying in the guesthouse long-term?"

You hesitated, looking around at the faces of your pack. The question touched on something you'd been thinking about but hadn't been sure how to bring up.

"Actually," you said slowly, "I've been wondering... maybe after we've had some time to adjust to everything, to make sure we can all live together without major conflicts..." You took a breath, gathering courage. "Maybe I could move into the main house? With all of you?"

Eight pairs of eyes fixed on you with varying degrees of surprise and hope.

"And then," you continued, the words coming faster now, "I could convert the bedroom in the guesthouse into a proper office space. I already have the office in the main house, but having a separate workspace where I could take calls and focus without worrying about disturbing anyone might be useful."

"You want to live with us?" Wooyoung asked, his voice pitched higher with excitement. "In the main house? Like, actually live live with us?"

"Only if you want to," Mingi added quickly, clearly still worried about overstepping boundaries. "We don't want to pressure you into anything."

You looked around at the seven faces surrounding you, each showing genuine concern for your comfort and autonomy mixed with barely contained hope. It was such a stark contrast to the controlling energy from the night before.

"I'd like that," you said softly. "Eventually. Having my own space when I need it, but being close to all of you most of the time."

"We could design it together," Wooyoung said excitedly. "Make it perfect for you. Good lighting, comfortable furniture, maybe a little mini-fridge for snacks..."

"A mini-fridge?" you repeated with amusement.

"Very important," Wooyoung said seriously. "Can't have our omega getting hungry while she's working. That's just poor pack management."

"Our omega," Yeosang repeated thoughtfully. "We should probably talk about that too. What it means, how we navigate the dynamics."

"What do you mean?" you asked, though you suspected you knew where this was heading.

"Eight alphas, one omega," Yeosang explained in his analytical way. "Traditional pack structures don't really account for this situation. We need to figure out our own rules."

"Like what?" San asked.

"Like how we handle jealousy," Yeosang said bluntly. "Because it's going to happen. When one of us is spending individual time with Y/n, when she chooses to confide in one person over another, when the mate bonds feel stronger with some than others at different times."

The honesty of his statement created a moment of uncomfortable silence as everyone considered the implications.

"I don't want any of you to feel like you have to compete for my attention," you said softly. "Or like there's some hierarchy of who I love more."

"But there might be," Jongho pointed out with surprising wisdom for the youngest. "Different relationships, different dynamics. That's normal, isn't it?"

"It is," Seonghwa agreed. "The important thing is that everyone feels valued and secure in their bond with you, even if those bonds are different from each other."

"So maybe," Hongjoong said slowly, "we need to be more intentional about individual time. Making sure everyone gets one-on-one moments with Y/n, not just group activities."

"I'd like that," you said immediately. "I want to know each of you better individually, not just as part of the pack."

"See?" Wooyoung said triumphantly. "This is why I had date plans! I was thinking ahead!"

"Your date plans are probably all elaborate productions," Yunho said with fond exasperation. "Some of us might prefer quiet time."

"Hey!" Wooyoung protested. "I have quiet date ideas too! Very romantic, very low-key... well, relatively low-key..."

"Define 'relatively,'" Yeosang said suspiciously.

"Okay, so maybe I had thoughts about hiring a string quartet for a picnic, but that's totally reasonable romantic gesture!"

The laughter that followed Wooyoung's indignant defense helped lighten the mood considerably. This was good—they were talking through practical issues while maintaining the emotional connection that made them feel like a family.

"I have an idea," you said once the laughter died down. "What if we start small? One-on-one time doesn't have to be formal dates. It could be cooking together, or watching a movie, or just talking. Low pressure, but intentional."

"I love that," Seonghwa said immediately. "It gives us all a chance to develop our individual relationships without the pressure of grand gestures."

"Though grand gestures are still allowed," Wooyoung added hopefully. "For those of us who might be naturally inclined toward grand gestures."

"Grand gestures are allowed," you confirmed with a smile. "As long as they're thoughtful and not overwhelming."

"Speaking of overwhelming," Mingi said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "what do we do about the territorial instincts? Because they're not going away just because we're having a reasonable conversation about them."

It was a fair point. The rational discussion was helpful, but it didn't change the fundamental alpha nature that had caused problems the night before.

"Maybe we acknowledge when it's happening," San suggested. "Instead of pretending the instincts don't exist, we can recognize them and choose how to respond."

"Like when I wanted to break down your door last night," Mingi continued, looking directly at you. "My alpha was convinced you were in danger, that you needed immediate rescue. Logically, I knew you were safe with Seonghwa and Wooyoung, but instinctively..."

"You needed to protect your mate," you finished understanding. "That's not necessarily a bad thing, as long as it doesn't override my autonomy."

"Exactly," Hongjoong said, and you could see him working through the concept. "The protective instincts aren't the problem. It's when they turn into controlling behavior."

"So maybe," Yeosang suggested, "when someone's alpha is getting possessive or territorial, they can communicate that to the pack. 'My alpha is struggling with this situation' instead of just acting on the instincts."

"And then the pack can help," Yunho added. "Either by adjusting the situation or by helping that alpha work through the feelings."

You found yourself nodding as you listened to them problem-solve together. This felt so different from the previous night's chaos—collaborative instead of combative, thoughtful instead of reactive.

"I have a confession," you said, looking around at all of them. "My omega has instincts too. Protective ones, nurturing ones, possessive ones. Last night when I went to Mingi during his rut, that wasn't entirely rational decision-making either."

"You were responding to your mate's distress," Seonghwa said with understanding. "That's natural."

"But it was also dangerous," you continued. "If we're going to acknowledge your alpha instincts, we should acknowledge mine too. Sometimes I might need the pack to help me make safer choices."

"As long as it's help and not control," Hongjoong said carefully.

"As long as it's help and not control," you agreed, meeting his eyes directly.

The morning conversation was interrupted by a loud growling sound that seemed to echo through the entire room. Eight pairs of eyes turned toward Jongho, who looked down at his stomach with betrayal.

"Was that you?" Wooyoung asked in amazement. "That sounded like a small earthquake."

"I'm hungry," Jongho said defensively, his cheeks flushing slightly. "We've been talking for hours, and I didn't eat much last night because of all the drama."

Looking around, you realized that several of them looked tired and rumpled, and you were all still wearing yesterday's clothes. The emotional intensity of the previous night had overshadowed basic needs like food and hygiene.

"Okay," you said, shifting into practical mode. "New plan. Everyone goes home to shower and change clothes. Then we reconvene for a proper breakfast where we can continue this conversation like civilized people instead of an exhausted cuddle pile."

"I like the exhausted cuddle pile," Wooyoung protested, even as he began extracting himself from the bed.

"The exhausted cuddle pile will return," you assured him. "But first, food and basic human maintenance."

As everyone began the process of untangling themselves and preparing to head back to the main house, Hongjoong lingered beside your bed. The others gradually filtered out, some stopping to press gentle kisses to your cheek or squeeze your hand, until it was just the two of you.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

"For what?"

"For giving me another chance. For not giving up on us." His voice was soft, vulnerable in a way you rarely heard from their confident leader. "I know I have work to do, proving that I can be better."

"We all have work to do," you corrected gently. "This is new for everyone. We're going to make mistakes."

"I made big ones."

"Yes," you agreed honestly. "But you're here, trying to fix them. That matters."

Hongjoong reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away, before cupping your face gently in his hands. "I love you," he said simply. "Not your biology, not your omega nature, not what you can do for the pack. You. Your mind, your strength, your terrible sense of humor, everything that makes you who you are."

The words, delivered with such sincere conviction, made your chest tight with emotion. "I love you too," you whispered back. "All of you. Even when you're being impossible."

His answering smile was soft and relieved and full of hope for the future they were building together.

"Now go shower," you said, pushing gently at his chest. "You smell like eight alphas who slept in a pile."

"I smell like pack," Hongjoong corrected with a grin. "Like home."

"You smell like you need soap," you countered, but you were smiling as you said it.

As Hongjoong finally headed for the door, he paused at the threshold. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for staying."

After he left, you remained in bed for a few more minutes, processing everything that had happened in the past twelve hours. The emotional whiplash of the fight, the fear of losing everything, Wooyoung's intervention, the reconciliation, and now this morning's productive conversation about building a healthier dynamic.

Your hand drifted to your neck, where there were no claiming marks yet, but where you could imagine them someday. The mate bonds hummed contentedly in your chest, no longer strained by conflict and uncertainty.

Your heat cycle might be delayed, but maybe that was exactly what you all needed. Time to build something solid and healthy before biology demanded vulnerability and surrender.

Time to fall in love with each other, hopefully.

With that thought warming your chest, you finally dragged yourself out of bed to start the day. There was a pack to feed, relationships to nurture, and a future to build.

And for the first time since the mate bonds had revealed themselves, you felt genuinely excited about all of it.

---

An hour later, you emerged from your own shower feeling refreshed and more human, dressed in comfortable clothes and ready to tackle the promised breakfast. The main house was buzzing with activity when you entered through the back door, the sounds of multiple conversations and what smelled like an impressive cooking operation already underway.

You found Seonghwa in the kitchen, as expected, but he wasn't alone. Yunho was stationed at the stove flipping what appeared to be an enormous batch of pancakes, while San worked on cutting fresh fruit with the focused precision of someone taking their task very seriously.

"Good morning," you said, accepting the cup of coffee that Seonghwa handed you before you'd even fully entered the kitchen. He knew you too well.

"Perfect timing," San said, looking up from his fruit arrangement with a bright smile. "We're just finishing up the feast."

"Feast might be an understatement," you observed, taking in the sheer volume of food covering every available surface. "Are you feeding a small army?"

"Eight hungry alphas and one omega who missed dinner last night due to emotional trauma," Yunho said matter-of-factly, sliding another perfectly golden pancake onto the growing stack. "So yes, basically an army."

"Where is everyone else?" you asked, settling onto one of the kitchen stools to stay out of the way while still being part of the organized chaos.

"Wooyoung is setting the table," Seonghwa replied, stirring something that smelled amazing in a large pot. "Jongho went for a quick workout because apparently emotional reconciliation makes him restless. Mingi is showering, and Hongjoong is taking calls with Manager Minwoo about rearranging today's schedule."

"And Yeosang?" you asked, suddenly realizing you hadn't seen him since the morning conversation.

"Reading room," San said without looking up from his fruit artistry. "He said something about needing to process everything quietly before facing group breakfast dynamics."

That made sense. Yeosang had always been the most introverted of the group, the one who needed solitude to work through complex emotions and situations. The morning's heavy conversation about pack dynamics and relationship structures had probably been a lot for him to absorb.

"I think I'll go check on him," you said, sliding off the stool.

"Good idea," Seonghwa said with approval. "He's been quieter than usual since everything happened. He could probably use some individual attention."

You made your way through the house to what the members had dubbed the 'reading room'—a cozy space with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, comfortable chairs, and excellent natural light. It had become Yeosang's unofficial retreat when he needed space to think.

You found him curled up in the large armchair by the window, a book open in his lap but his eyes focused on something far beyond the garden outside. He looked up when you entered, a small smile crossing his features.

"Hey," you said softly, settling into the chair across from him. "How are you doing with everything?"

Yeosang was quiet for a moment, closing his book and setting it aside before really looking at you. "It's a lot," he said finally, his voice carrying that thoughtful quality that was so distinctly him. "All of it. The mate bonds, the pack dynamics, what happened last night."

"Too much?" you asked gently.

"Not too much," he clarified quickly. "Just... complex. I keep thinking about what you said this morning, about how we'll all have different relationships with you, different dynamics."

You nodded, sensing there was more he wanted to say.

"I've been trying to figure out what mine is," he continued, his analytical mind clearly working through the problem. "Wooyoung is obvious—dramatic, playful, emotional. Mingi is protective and intense. Seonghwa is nurturing. But me..." He trailed off, looking uncertain.

"You're thoughtful," you said softly. "Observant. You see things others miss."

"But what does that mean for us?" he asked, and you could hear the vulnerability beneath his usual composed exterior. "What does that relationship look like?"

It was such a Yeosang question—wanting to understand, to analyze, to find his place in the complex web of relationships that was forming around you.

"I don't know yet," you admitted honestly. "But I'd like to find out. We haven't really had much time alone together, just us."

"Would you like to?" he asked, and there was something almost shy in the way he said it. "Have time alone together, I mean."

"I would love that," you replied immediately. "What would you want to do?"

Yeosang's face lit up slightly, as if he'd been hoping you'd ask. "Actually, I had an idea. But it might be... different. Not like what the others might plan."

"Different how?" you asked, curious.

"There's a bookstore I love," he said, his words coming more quickly now as his enthusiasm took over. "It's small, quiet, tucked away in this old building downtown. They have rare books, first editions, things you can't find anywhere else. And upstairs, they have this tiny café that serves the most amazing tea."

The idea of exploring a hidden bookstore with Yeosang, of seeing him in his element surrounded by books and quiet spaces, sent a warm flutter through your chest.

"That sounds perfect," you said sincerely. "When can we go?"

"Really?" Yeosang's eyes brightened considerably. "You don't think it sounds boring compared to whatever elaborate adventure Wooyoung is probably planning?"

"Yeosang," you said firmly, leaning forward in your chair, "spending quiet time with you, learning about something you're passionate about, exploring a place that's special to you—that sounds like exactly the kind of individual time we were talking about this morning."

The relief and happiness that crossed his features was almost painful in its intensity, as if he'd been genuinely worried that his idea of a perfect date would be inadequate compared to the others.

"We could go this afternoon," he suggested. "If you want. After breakfast and after everything settles down from this morning."

"I'd love that," you assured him. "But only if you promise to show me your favorite sections and tell me about the books you love."

"I can do that," Yeosang said, his smile soft and genuine. "I have a lot of books I'd love to share with you."

There was something in the way he said it that made you realize this wasn't just about books. This was Yeosang offering to share a piece of himself, to let you into his inner world in a way that felt significant and precious.

"Yeosang," you said gently, "can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"How are you feeling about the pack bonds? About us? I know this morning was a lot of heavy conversation, and you've been quieter than usual."

Yeosang was silent for a long moment, his fingers absently tracing the spine of the book in his lap. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and thoughtful.

"I've been thinking about how different we all are," he said. "And how that might actually be good for you. For us as a pack."

"What do you mean?"

"Wooyoung brings joy and lightness when things get too serious. Mingi brings protection and strength when you need to feel safe. Seonghwa brings comfort and care when you need nurturing." He paused, looking directly at you. "I bring... quiet. Understanding. Someone to listen when you need to process things without judgment or solutions."

The self-awareness in his words, the way he'd clearly been thinking deeply about his role in your life, made your chest tight with affection.

"That's not a small thing," you said softly. "That's huge. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can just... listen? Without trying to fix or change or improve?"

"Is it?" he asked, and you could hear the genuine uncertainty in his voice.

"Yeosang," you said, getting up from your chair and moving to kneel beside his, taking his hands in yours. "Last night, when everything was falling apart, when I was overwhelmed and hurt and angry, what I needed most was exactly what you offered. Someone who saw what was happening, who understood the complexity without trying to simplify it."

His eyes met yours, searching for sincerity and finding it.

"You told me that whatever was happening between us didn't need to be figured out immediately," you continued. "That it was okay to acknowledge it existed and let it develop naturally. That kind of wisdom, that patience—that's not something everyone has."

"You really think that's valuable?" he asked quietly.

"I think it's essential," you replied firmly. "I think you're essential."

The way his face softened at your words, the way his shoulders relaxed as if he'd been carrying tension he didn't even realize he had, made you want to wrap him in your arms and never let go.

"I love your mind," you continued, the words flowing freely now. "I love how you think through problems, how you see patterns and connections that others miss. I love that you read philosophy and poetry and come away with insights that make me see the world differently."

"I love how you listen," you added, your voice growing softer. "Really listen. Not just waiting for your turn to talk, but actually hearing what people are saying, understanding what they mean even when they can't articulate it properly."

Yeosang's hands tightened around yours, his eyes never leaving your face.

"And I love that you don't try to be someone you're not to fit some idea of what an alpha should be," you finished. "You're quiet and thoughtful and gentle, and that's perfect. That's exactly what I need."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Yeosang leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours in a gesture so tender it made your breath catch.

"I was worried," he admitted quietly, "that being quieter, less dramatic than the others, might make me... forgettable."

"Never," you said firmly. "You could never be forgettable."

"I love you," he said suddenly, the words soft but clear. "I've been wanting to say it, but I wasn't sure... the others are so much more obvious about their feelings."

"I love you too," you replied immediately, lifting one hand to cup his cheek. "I love your quiet strength and your beautiful mind and the way you make me feel understood."

The kiss that followed was soft and sweet and full of promise. When you broke apart, Yeosang's eyes held a peace that hadn't been there when you'd first entered the room.

From the kitchen came the sound of Wooyoung calling that breakfast was ready, but for just a few more minutes, you were content to sit in the quiet reading room with Yeosang, talking about books and plans and the unique space he occupied in your heart.

"We should probably go join the others," Yeosang said eventually, though he didn't sound entirely eager to leave their peaceful bubble.

"Probably," you agreed, but you made no move to get up. "Five more minutes?"

"Five more minutes," he confirmed, settling back into his chair with a contented smile.

You climbed in his lap, needing to be close to him.

Yeosang's arms came around you almost tentatively as you eased onto his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs. His eyes widened for just a moment—surprise, awe, a flicker of nerves—but all of it softened to something infinitely gentle as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

At first, the kiss was feather-light: a delicate brush, a question. You could feel him relax beneath you, his hands coming to rest at your hips, thumbs drawing soothing circles through your shirt. You lingered there; noses brushing, breath mingling, savoring the sweetness of feeling so safe in the silence you both cherished.

But need crept in the longer you kissed him. Your heat symptoms still present, just quieter. With each pass of your mouth over his—a little less hesitant, a little more present—something inside you coiled and snapped taut. You felt his breath stutter as your hands moved, one slipping into his hair, the other stroking along the line of his jaw. Yeosang made a soft sound deep in his throat, and the vibration of it sent heat flaring through your body.

He welcomed your growing urgency, his own responses turning more earnest. His grip at your hips grew firmer, bringing you closer, molding your body to his. You could feel how hard his heart was beating, and a thrill ran through you at how much he wanted you.

You deepened the kiss—open, searching, greedy for more of him. Yeosang’s hands splayed wide, tracing up your back, holding you steady, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. He kissed you back with increasing hunger: still gentle, still reverent, but with the sharp edge of longing you’d never quite seen from him before.

Your own restraint faltered; you nipped at his lower lip, swallowed the gasp he gave you, pressed closer so that his legs bracketed your hips. The need to feel more, to have more, overwhelmed the patience you’d started with.

You broke the kiss only for a breath, whispering his name with trembling lips, looking into his eyes to find them shimmering—dazed and wholly focused on you.

“Is this okay?” you asked, voice shaky but sure.

He nodded, his forehead tipping to rest against yours. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice rougher than you’d ever heard. “Whatever you want.”

You kissed him again, slow exploding into urgent, your hands threading through his hair, tugging him closer, anchoring yourself in the warmth and want of him. He shifted beneath you, welcoming you in, his hands mapping your back, your sides, craving every inch he could reach.

Time faded away—there was only Yeosang and your shared hunger, the soft noises of lips and breath, and the desperate way you both clung to each other as if the world outside your quiet room had vanished entirely.

And for the moment, it had.

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Somewhere Far - Part 3

Seeing Pete reacting the way that he did gave Oliver an exciting sensation inside his pants. The fact that another man heard their conversation when he had to talk that way was a whole new experience for Oliver, one he had never encountered.

“This could be my new baby boy, Pete,” Garry said and pinched Oliver’s cheek. “Isn’t it right, baby boy?”.

Both men look for Oliver’s answer. Oliver felt like the men got taller and bigger, gazing over him, as he shrank in his seat.

“Yes,” he said softly.

“Silly baby, already forgot our first rule,” Garry said and pinched Oliver’s cheek again.

“Yes Daddy.”

That moment gave Oliver a full hard-on.

“I’ll leave you folks be, my kitchen is calling me. Goodbye.” Pete said and walked away.

Garry took a fork and a knife and started to cut small pieces of the waffle, then placed them on a small plate and slid it towards Oliver.

“I cut it into small pieces so it’s easier for you to eat. Now eat away as I explain”.

Oliver lifted his fork. Just before he pinched a piece, Garry took a giant napkin and shoved it into Oliver’s shirt collar.

“So you won’t mess yourself. Okay, here’s the deal. I’m a Daddy, Dad, Father, discipliner, and caring. I’m a top fucker, I like seeing man getting fucked. I like seeing grown men cry in a full diaper and a onesie, and I like to shsuh them up with a giant pacifier. I like letting my friends change my boy’s diaper. I like seeing my friends bottle feeding my boy. I like to spank my boy, preferably making him cry, then soothing him. I like to make my boy crawl around my feet as I read, make him beg for my attention. I like to have total domination over my boy.”

Oliver's raging boner started to ooz precum all over his boxers.

“You may think I’m selfish, so many ‘I like’. What I want and what I need. But the thing is, I want my boy to like and want it all the same, just from the other side. The side who sits on the floor, who’s getting spanked and diapered, who’s crying, who’s bottle fed, who’s getting fucked by diffrent men, who’s being forced to a crib, and so so… so much more.”

Oliver ate, but he couldn’t get his eyes off Daddy’s face. Some of the cream got on his chin. Garry grabbed the made-up bib and wiped it off.

“I can’t do it alone, I can’t have it alone. I need the other side, I need a boy. Would you like to be my boy?”

“Yes Daddy,” Oliver answered so fast, he didn’t notice that Garry reached for his crotch under the table.

His grip was firm, his hand huge, and it warped his dick and balls.

“Awwww my new boy is all sticky down there. You can’t be trusted with normal underwear around me. We need to get you into a diaper ASAP! Let’s get the check.”

#somewhere far abs

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that-satireguy · 2 days ago

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Great, so you fact-checked nothing here. Nor did you do the very simple thing of using your brain. I can tell from the fact that your moronic ass immediately decided to talk about white people.

Some of yall need to get through your head that 'white afab' is not a constant everywhere. 0.3% of our population is our resident white (russian) and then there are like the weird tourist people.

Notice how this mf's only mention of 'third world countries' was about companies and labour. Not even mentioning one of the biggest forms of human trafficking throughout not just my country, but the entire global south- child marriage.

Of course, I, a survivor of that, know nothing of human trafficking.

Of course, I, who had to flee that and get into situations in which I had no other options and no escape, know nothing of human trafficking.

Of course, I, WHO IS STILL LIVING IN THE SAME BUILDING I WAS TRAFFICKED IN, know nothing of human trafficking.

Gtfo useless fucker.

Its 5 am. I'm tired and pissy. I'm not sugar coating shit. It would have taken you three seconds to fact check this. The post you're agreeing with mentions me by name. You could have literally just clicked on my icon scrolled down and seen the context.

You could have taken the extra second to check what I was talking about and looked at this post by my friend who addresses the very point about snatching off streets: https://www.tumblr.com/raging-ajris/786649234341527552/im-not-trying-to-sound-like-im-doubtful-but-could?source=share

You could have, NOT MISGENDERED ME

You could have, not claimed that trafficking survivor 'knows nothing about the real lived experiences of those who are trafficked nor how it functions'.

You are lazy and stupid.

The next person to quote a trans man specific post and drop the 'trans' is getting murdered.

'trans men can be victims of horrific levels of misogynistic violence in the trans community. In fact there are entire trafficking rings and systems dedicated to this exploitation of ftm bodies and labour'

'haha right men are the victims of misogyny in the queer community'

I will fucking kill you.

#as always #i beg of you westerners #use your fucking brain

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hyunles · 12 hours ago

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Overtime | H. HJ.

pairing: ceo!hyunjin x fem!reader word count: 3,7k genre: smut. +18, MDNI cw: no proofread, explicit wording, boss x employee relationship, kissing, couch sex, oral (f.), fingering, creampie, breast sucking, penetration, unprotected sex (pls don't), brief dirty talk, male whimpering, a lot of moaning. Let me know if I missed something! notes: hyunjin in suit always makes me go feral godddd, he's so handsome as always, english is not my first language, pls consider on giving feedback (in the kindest way possible) taglist and requests are open, feel free to ask! have a nice reading <3

It was time for you to fulfill another of your New Year's resolutions: Get a new job.

As a recent graduate, it was a little difficult for you since everyone asked for a twenty-year-old with thirty years of experience, but you always did your best at job interviews.

Today you were supposed to go to a job interview at a law firm. Your position? Nothing fancy, just the CEO assistant.

Naturally, you were nervous. He was the one interviewing you, so you really hoped to not embarrass yourself.

As you made your way to the entrance of the big building, you could feel your heart rate start to rise. No. You had to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, you got onto the elevator and pressed the needed button. Eight floor.

You reviewed your resume, which wasn't that impressive. You also reviewed a few lines your mother had said would help you a long time ago, when you were in middle school, but they could work now.

The elevator came to a stop and you got out, walking until you reached the office. His office.

You could hear people arguing inside, that made your brows furrow, but you decided to knock either way since it was already the time you were called.

The words stopped and a male voice said something inaudible before a guy about your age walked out, fuming in anger.

"Come in." The same male voice called you.

Your boss. Hwang Hyunjin.

You nodded and walked inside. "Good evening. I'm the applicant for the assistant position." You said and immediately handed him your resume.

He hummed, reading quickly but carefully. "Take a seat." He nodded to the chair across his desk, where you sat a few seconds later.

"A chef at a sushi restaurant and a barista at a cafe? How did you end up here?" Hyunjin said without tearing his eyes away from the paper.

"Everyone is asking for years of experience that are impossible for someone my age. And in your ad, you were asking for an assistant between 25 and 30 years old." You explained calmly, hoping he couldn't notice your nervousness.

"Okay, a 25 year old… Are you organized? Can you handle stress?"

You immediately nodded. "Yes sir, I can, totally. I'm very good at it."

"Good."

Silence again, just the sound of the CEO flipping through the few pages of your resume.

"I want you in my team. If you're interested, you start tomorrow." He said with his serious voice.

Your eyes widened a bit as you smiled ever so slightly. "Thanks sir, that really means a lot."

"It is full time. Monday to Friday from nine to five, an hour of lunch at two, I'd maybe need you to stay overtime but I always notify you in advance." He started. "You have social security and a month of paid vacation when you choose it, and a small bonus at the end of the year. Is that okay with you?"

You were immediately surprised. Was that really true?

"Definitely! More than I expected, actually."

"Good. You can start tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow." He nodded and stood up. "I'll take you to the door."

You’ve been working there for a few months now, and everything had been going smoothly. The office was well-organized, and you had made friends with some of the employees.

You've heard rumours about how Hyunjin had a reputation for being strict, cold, and downright intimidating when angry. And he definitely was like that with everyone. Everyone but you for some reason.

Of course, he was still firm, but there was something softer beneath his gaze when he looked your way, a glint of interest that left you wondering. He’d often call you to his office, offering a thousand excuses —small, irrelevant things that could have been handled over email.

Today started off as an average day in the office, any given Friday. You found yourself in the office kitchen, making coffee, when suddenly your phone buzzed. It was Hyunjin.

"I need you in my office. Now."

With a quiet sigh, you put your coffee down, feeling a slight tremor of nerves dance in your stomach. You knew it was never just a simple request with him. And you always were a bit nervous because of all the rumours even when he was softer with you.

As you entered his office, the air felt heavy. Hyunjin was seated behind his desk, his sharp eyes locking onto you the moment you stepped inside. The look on his face was one of irritation, though you weren’t sure if it was because of something you did or something else

“What took you so long? I asked you to bring me an important file yesterday." He said with the severe voice you've grown accustomed to.

"The files on Mr. Kim's trial? I left them on your desk and texted you at nine." You replied calmly but firmly as you always did. Careful.

He frowned, rummaging through the numerous files he had on his desk —or pretending to—, and quickly finding the folder.

You started to think he just called because he wanted to see you. But you immediately shook those thoughts aside.

"Right… Well, now that you're here, I have to ask you something." He said, gesturing you to sit on the chair across his desk.

"The lawyers' dinner is on your agenda, right?" He didn't even wait for you to answer. "I need you to go with me and take notes."

You frowned slightly in confusion but nodded anyway. "But it's tonight."

"Do you have something to do?" He immediately asked, leaning against his desk with a serious expression.

"Not really but you should've-"

"I want you there at six in the fanciest clothes you have." He said firmly, not leaving room for discussion.

You sighed quietly and nodded, standing up. "I'll be there."

He didn't say anything.

You stepped back.

"If you don't have anything else to say to me, I'll go." You waited until he nodded and walked out of the office.

It was going to be a hell of a night.

17:20

Of course you were ready. You needed to leave now if you wanted to make it on time.

The outfit wasn't very impressive. Just a black dress with short sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, knee-length. Also, some low heels and black, thin tights.

Nothing very revealing but not simple either. The few jewels giving it a plus.

You walked out of your house, where your taxi was already waiting. You got in and indicated the driver the address.

After a few minutes, you texted Hyunjin. Just a small message.

"I'm on my way. See you there."

A simple and concise message.

You started to organize your small notebook, getting ready for whatever notes you had to take as Hyunjin said.

That ruined the Friday night —that just implied drinking coffee as you stayed up late drawing or talking with some friends— you had planned.

Either way, you no longer had reason to complain if you were on your way to dinner. A luxurious meal at a 3-star Michelin restaurant. You always thought they were exaggerating too much.

After a few minutes, you arrived at your destiny. You paid and got out of the taxi, walking inside and asking in reception for the table, a big one in a private room.

You were the first, as always. It was 17:50 now, and you had to wait.

You started scheduling the tasks for Monday, both yours and his, killing time.

Suddenly, the door opened. There he was, looking neat as always, you dare to think he looks even better.

White button-up shirt, a black tie, black pants with the usual belt he loved —the one that camouflaged perfectly but also had a subtle golden buckle—, and the glasses he rarely wore and made him look even more professional. His black, short hair was also slicked back, some strands loose, falling perfectly on his forehead.

Hot, you thought. But you immediately shook your head slightly.

"You're early." He stated, taking a seat next to you.

"I like to arrive early. Arriving 10 or 15 minutes early is just in time for me." You explained as you kept writing.

"I like how punctual you are."

You blinked slightly, even stopped writing for a second, but you quickly recomposed.

"I lied to you. I didn't want you to come take notes. I just wanted you here." He said as if it was nothing.

It was definitely anything but nothing.

"Oh…" You mumbled.

"You make me feel more… in control. You help me so much." He continued. "I like it. You keep me grounded with that seriousness of yours. You need to loosen up a bit." He chuckled, leaning closer.

"I'm fine." You simply said, turning your face away just a bit.

He let out a quiet sigh and sat straight again. "Do you even drink?" Hyunjin asked like you were friends.

"I don't like the taste of alcohol." You kept writing.

He snatched your notebook away, smirking. "Leave this. This dinner is supposed to be a… party, so to speak."

"No."

"Come on, you can't be this boring." He teased.

You sighed, looking at your notebook in his hands. He had pretty hands, you've thought that since you met him.

When he was about to make a snarky remark, the chatter of people on the hallway could be heard, he looked at the door.

At least 20 people walked inside, laughing and smiling as they greeted the two of you.

You just smiled slightly and greeted back, memorizing everyone and remembering their last names in case you needed it.

Hyunjin joined the talk soon, his eyes going around the big table before the waiter started taking orders.

The evening reached its peak, everyone was already a bit tipsy, just a few were drunk. People kept coming, you even had to give up your seat to one of the lawyers because he said he was having knee problems.

There were at least 40 people cramped in that medium room. Unexpected guests, people walking around… A total mess.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was having a blast. He talked and talked about the stupid cases he got and won. Obviously, he was slightly tipsy, but he was very composed.

You sighed quietly and excused yourself, walking out of the room, already exhausted and feeling overwhelmed.

You sat down on one of the benches in the small garden outside. You felt calmer, You sat down on one of the benches in the small garden outside. You felt calmer, ready to go back.

But Hyunjin appeared again. It was like he had some magic trick to just pop up wherever you were.

"I'm leaving now. I'm tired. Do you want me to take you home?" He said, smiling. Weird sight, that really gave away the fact that he was tipsy, drunk even.

"You're not driving in this state. I'll take you home." You said, leaving no room for argument.

Hyunjin chuckled. "You noticed?"

"Obviously, you're all red, smiling, and even laughing."

"So you know me…" He whispered as you walked towards the parking lot.

You ignored that comment, shaking your head slightly. Focus.

"This is my car." He said as he grabbed his keys, opening it.

You walked towards the driver's door and extended your hand. He placed the keys on your palm and walked towards the passenger seat.

The drive was quiet, calm. He was very awake, looking out the window.

You were driving calmly, but your mind was going at an outrageous speed.

Thoughts like hot, or he's cute didn't leave your head, you were already stressed.

And his voice didn't help.

"I think I need to wear my glasses daily. My head isn't hurting."

"Funny because you're drunk." You smiled slightly.

He looked at you. "Hey… You're smiling."

That made your eyes go slightly wide. "Wait, you think I never smile?"

"Well…"

"I'm offended." You chuckled, driving calmly.

Hyunjin sighed and leaned his head against the headrest of the seat. Silence returning, slightly tense now.

"You loosen up when I'm drunk." He said.

It caught you off guard.

"You feel more human this way." You murmured.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You always look like a robot. Just work, work, work. I even have to remind you when it's lunch time."

He looked at you with a silly smile. "I need to keep everything in check."

"Not alone. That's why you have me and the other lawyers, the litigation team, everyone. It's not just your job. It's a team effort."

That shut him up, leaving him thinking.

"Text me that please, I want to remember that every day."

You rolled your eyes playfully, pulling over his house. "We're here. Can you walk for yourself?"

"I'm not drunk, just slightly tipsy. I just feel like chuckling."

"Okay." You murmured, getting off the car.

You walked him to his front foor, waiting for him to get inside.

But instead, he opened and leaned against the doorframe.

"How are you going home?"

"I'll take a taxi."

"No."

He didn't even ask when he pulled you inside.

You tried to protest but he quickly shot the door behind you and took off his shoes.

"You're staying with me tonight."

You frowned, taking off your shoes. You knew he wasn't letting you go.

"Where?"

"The guest room. It's spacious."

You nodded as you walked inside, looking around. The house was big, giant for just one person.

"Do you live alone?" You asked, sitting on one of the couches.

"Yes. I used to live with someone but she left. That was 6 years ago anyway." He felt the need to clarify. Why?

"I see."

You started to reorganize your schedule for tomorrow since it'd be difficult to return home in the morning in less than 30 minutes.

He noticed and sat next to you, taking your phone and placing it on the coffee table. "You need to sleep."

"I could say that to you."

"I'm fine."

"You're drunk."

A moment of silence before he looked at you with slight curiosity. "Are you single?" He blurted out.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. "Why?"

"Just answer."

It took you a moment, but you nodded. "Yeah."

That seemed to please him, making him scoot closer.

Maybe it was the alcohol on his system or the liking he took for her these past months, but he felt bold enough to move his hands towards your waist.

"Hyunjin…" You started but he shushed you quickly.

"You're really pretty." He murmured, making your breath catch. Why was he doing this right now, when he looked so good?

He smiled slightly and cupped your face in his hands, getting closer. So close your breaths mingled together and you could feel the warmness of his body.

"Sir, we shouldn't do this." You murmured, but you didn't move.

"Push me away." He whispered. "Tell me to stop."

You couldn't.

He got closer, noses now brushing.

"I want you. Not just for tonight, but forever. You've made me feel things I never felt…" He murmured, a bit of vulnerability in his voice.

You didn't know what to say, it was like your brain just short-circuited right there and then.

So he took the opportunity and brushed his lips against yours, barely, softly.

"Can I?" Hyunjin whispered.

You nodded.

And that was all the confirmation he needed before kissing you. It was a soft but hungry kiss. You could notice he'd been thinking about it for weeks, months even.

His fingers tangled around your hair as you pulled him closer by the tie. He groaned and pressed himself against you, making you lay down.

Eventually, you broke the kiss in need of air. Quiet gasps and a slight chuckle escaped his mouth. "You're a better kisser than I imagined." He mumbled.

You smiled as your filter and your moral flew away. "Hyun…"

"A nickname? Where's the serious you?" Hyunjin chuckled quietly, kissing down your jawline and neck.

You shivered, tilting your head back as your hands undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

He groaned and helped you with his shirt and pants, already desperate.

"I want you so much…" He whispered, you sighed.

Finally, he started taking off your dress, very gently for his desperation. He was almost admiring you.

"You're so gorgeous…" He whispered, throwing your dress to the floor, kissing down your chest, feeling the texture of your bra with his fingertips.

You could just sigh and move your hands to the back of his head, pulling him closer.

He smiled and unclipped your bra, immediately taking one of your breasts on his mouth, grinding against you.

You couldn't take it and it was just starting. You arched your body, seeking more contact.

He grabbed your hips and played with the edges of your underwear. You sighed desperately. "Just take them off…"

He chuckled, kissing down your abdomen while pulling your panties down. You were already wet, drenched even.

You squirmed slightly when he kissed your thighs.

"God, so wet for me?" He whispered before licking once, his tongue flattening against your entrance. You moaned, gripping the couch.

He started to lick desperately, almost animalistic. He was so needy for you, like a starved man eating you out. And you could just moan and whimper, keeping his head in place.

He kept his ministrations, now moving his lips towards your clit, sucking gently and licking. You moaned his name like a prayer and buckled your hips up, seeking more contact.

Hyuniin decided to make this more interesting and delicious, since both of you were desperate.

He introduced his middle finger on your entrance, slowly at first, lubricating it. You moaned and moved your hips, begging for him.

"Hyunjin… G-God…" You could just say, it was like all thoughts just disappeared from your brain and the only reasonable thing was him, his fingers on you, his tongue on you.

He started moving his finger until it hit that gummy spot, making you let out a yelp, closing your eyes. The pleasure you were feeling was indescribable.

Hyuniin introduced his ring finger, moving both quickly, out and inside, curling them, making it messy.

His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, and the sight turned you on even more if that was possible.

"Come on… Good girl…" He whispered as he moved his hand faster. The wet sounds making him groan.

"Fuck… You're so good for me…" He whispered, his other hand moving to his boxers, taking them off. His length was so hard it started to hurt, and he had to pump up a bit to relieve himself before aligning it with your wet pussy. "Can you take me?" He murmured, eyes filled with lust.

You nodded.

He pushed inside, stretching you slowly.

"Goodness…!" You moaned loudly, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

He whimpered quietly, filling you up so good. His hips finally made contact with yours and he stayed still for a second, waiting until you grew accustomed to the feeling, the stretch.

"Please… Move…" You could barely whisper. Your mind was clouded with pleasure and your thoughts were only on how good he felt inside you.

His big length twitched, and he started moving, slowly out and suddenly in, that was his pace, making you moan loudly and stealing whimpers from himself.

You'd never expected him to be the loud type, but you weren't complaining.

"Please… Oh God… Please…" He whimpered, moving faster, causing wet sounds. You moaned, loving how he sounded. "Finally… I can have you…" He wasn't even thinking what he was saying, he got so carried away that he no longer thought straight.

With every thrust, you moaned and he whimpered, saying his pleading again and again, hitting that stop repeatedly, making your sight go white.

In a few more thrusts, his hips stuttered. He was close, and so were you.

"I'm gonna…" You whispered.

"Yes baby, come for me. Come with me…" He mumbled, letting out a soft moan. His head falling on your shoulder, kissing there softly.

And finally, you felt it forming more persistently down in your stomach. You were about to cum. Your moans were unstoppable, with absolutely no filter.

He bit your shoulder, moaning quietly but loud enough for you to hear and take you over the edge.

With that, you came, and seconds later, you felt his release filling you up.

Your legs trembled, your body felt weak.

That was the best sex you had in your life, and you were probably going to regret it in the morning. But who cares when your boss just gave you the best orgasm in your entire life, right?

You were panting, cleaning your sweat away. He stayed inside you for a second before sliding out carefully, he didn't want to overstimulate you.

"You're so good at everything, I'm impressed…" He murmured, kissing you again, gently now, lovingly.

You broke the kiss reluctantly. "You won't regret it?"

"No. Never."

You smiled, kissing him softly.

"Let's take a bath." He murmured against your lips.

Two months had already passed since that messy night. You two kept your professional facades but, outside of the building, you two went on dates, getting to know each other.

Obviously you never wanted a one-night-stand, and neither did he. He was an absolute romantic, lover of cheesy things. You could've never guessed since he always kept his serious facade, but you were happy that you were the one who got to see that side of him.

Today you were answering mails as always when you got a message from Hyunjin.

"Are you free today?"

"For you always ;)"

"Good. I need to see you at the park after work. 6:30, without delays."

"Okay, Mr. Mistery."

With that, you left your phone on your desk again, now a bit more nervous.

But you knew, whatever it was, whatever he wanted to talk about, it was going to be something good. You knew him better now, and you knew he was planning something romantic. He's been weird for days, not calling you after work, nothing, but acting like a highschooler in love.

You knew, whatever it was, you loved him, flaws and all. He was the perfect person for you.

And you were the perfect person for him.

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Thanks for reading!

── 2025, hyunles ⋆ No translations, rewrites, or reposts allowed.

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svnscape · 3 days ago

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37 - actions and their consequences

a/n: long chapter ahead

cw: mention of family abuse, suggestive and explicit content, minors dni

haechan takes one final look at himself in the mirror before he closes his eyes and huffs.

this is indeed his last chance to actually talk to you.

it was now barely five minutes past nine but the house was slowly getting filled with both familiar and unfamiliar faces as haechan finally spots jaemin standing by the kitchen counter, his animated hands moving elegantly in front of him as he was obviously rambling to some random person.

jaemin catches haechan’s figure from the corner of his eye and raises a hand to wave at him to tell him to come join him.

haechan smiles weakly, putting both hands in the pockets of his grey jeans as he starts dragging his feet towards his already drunk best friend. he was almost near jaemin when a tall and broad individual stands in front of him, blocking haechan.

haechan didn’t catch it instantly as he was pathetically looking down on the floor, his head filled with hesitant thoughts and doubts.

but he finally did look up when he hears a deep voice and almost backed away when his eyes locked with jeno’s warm and tired eyes.

“hey”

“jeno” haechan breathes out.

to be fair it’s been so long since haechan has been this close to his old friend even though they technically live under the same roof and not to mention, haechan was more than sensitive and exhausted at the moment, which means that this small encounter and the feeling of jeno’s breath hitting his eyelids were more than enough to make him shudder and almost break down.

jeno notices the way haechan shuts down his eyes and looks down to the floor, his hands grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt in hopes that it would calm him down.

“haechan” jeno calls for him, a tentative hand placed on his shoulder.

haechan looks up abruptly, and as if this whole mini mental breakdown didn’t happen, his cheeky smile and mischievous eye glint resurface.

“yeah sorry. hey… what’s up”

jeno chuckles at haechan’s very familiar behavior that he, hoping that not a single soul catches onto this, obviously has missed very much so, while he eyes him down with a smile that managed to calm down haechan’s roaring nerves.

“guess you never got rid of that cursed t-shirt” he points to haechan’s abdomen before erupting into a fit of silent giggles.

haechan’s confusion lasts for a millisecond but disappears as soon as he looks down at what he was wearing and smiles to himself, looking at the way jeno was obviously entertained.

he was wearing his famous “i am the boy that can enjoy invisibility” shirt, a shirt he has owned since freshman year of high school, a detail jaemin had let out on a random wednesday when the boys were all drunk and dazed in his room.

“it’s a very important shirt you know. jaemin forgot to mention that i bought it with my first part time job money and yeah, that’s special” haechan creaks an adorable smile that makes jeno nod in understanding.

“fair enough. just surprised it’s still holding on, you know”

“it is” haechan nods confidently.

the boys settle into a comfortable silence, or rather not, since johnny was experimenting with his dj station before the real party starts and the sound of feedback was almost deafning.

but it was comfortable to haechan as he was finally having a normal and cordial conversation with jeno, a conversation without the innumerable side eyes and the breathless curse words.

a conversation that resembled the ones they had before all of this mess happened. before haechan had to turn into a disreputable scumbag.

“haechan” jeno interrupts his reminiscing.

“yeah?”

“i’m so sorry.” jeno laces his fingers behind the small of his back, his shoulders slightly sagging down as he was having a hard time looking at haechan straight in the eyes, something he was easily doing just a few minutes ago.

haechan doesn’t respond immediately as he ponders if this was actually real and someone was actually apologizing to him.

nobody has apologized to haechan in forever.

he was so used to being the bad guy and the person that famously ruins people and get them to spiral, that hearing an apology, aimed directly at him and not via a person that doesn’t authentically gets him the actual words, was beyond novel to him.

he almost forgot what it felt like to be like everyone else, deserving of respect and kind words and just treated gently and with love.

an embedded trauma in him that has surged right back on when mark did what he did to him, reminding him exactly of the kind of person he has turned in to.

he tried to never truly believe it because in the back of his mind, his mother’s words echoed restlessly.

but unfortunately nothing is timeless and echoes are bound to disperse and disappear.

yet he sometimes tried to remember what it sounded like.

“you’re a good kid donghyuck-ah”

but then he couldn’t hear them anymore.

the memories were still there. they had to be there for his own sake.

they had to be there so they can win over and climb on top of the excruciatingly painful memories his father has burned into his mind.

the second his mother left, his small world fell to his childlike feet but her sunshine like presence had never left him and he made it his mission to keep going in the same way his mother had been going until her last moments.

it’s the way he thought he could honor her.

but unfortunately, his 10 years old dreams were violently crushed by a man that didn’t like sunshine. a man that exhaled hatred and darkness.

a man that had made it his life mission to eclipse haechan’s sun and turn him into a starless sky.

and he succeeded because to this day haechan thinks it’s okay to be blamed for every single thing. it’s okay to be bad and to be vengeful. it’s okay to be ruined and ruin people because the world is not all sunshine and rainbows.

that doesn’t and will never exist, and hasn’t existed in the Lee’s household since that beautiful woman had ascended to the sky above.

so yeah, it’s okay to be bad donghyuck.

people want to ruin you? it’s okay, the closest person to you had already done that so just suck it up and do it back to them.

you want to prove your worth? it’s not by being nice and hopeful. crush them like he crushed your pathetic self.

every single action has a reason.

but who would take the time to listen and delve into such a dark world haechan had successfully managed to hide for years on, with that charming and blinding cocky smile. with the endless amounts of alcohol and drugs. with the sex and the meaningless hookup.

he knew himself. he was everything but superficial. he had layers. layers that go so deep that nobody ever took the time to rummage through them. not even his best friend, jaemin.

not that haechan didn’t welcome that. he always did and so enthusiastically.

but he lied though.

someone did try.

someone managed to get him to talk for endless of nights while a guitar was placed between their thighs and a joint was passed between both of their lips.

someone had managed to get haechan to talk about all of this without shedding a single tear because goddamn it, was that embarrassing.

someone had managed to make haechan laugh when he was at the verge of bursting open in sobs that would take an eternity to calm down.

someone had managed to take haechan’s story and turn it into a beautiful poem that would be sung during the latest hours of the night while that joint was long forgotten and that guitar was passed around instead.

he almost forgot what happened and what he had turned to and had slowly came back to his sunshine self.

he almost went back to being the 10 years old lee donghyuck that every person had a great thing to say about.

but sadly, something was always bound to happen.

and it was that same someone that had now managed to turn haechan back into his darkened version, reminding him that no one would truly be kind to him, no one was deserving of his gentle self and the only way to respond to that was to be even worse.

he hated it. he hated it so much. and god did it hurt.

it hurt so bad it almost made him forget how mean and horrible he had been to that one someone.

forget love and understanding. no one has the time for that.

and that’s what he was left with. for years on end.

that’s what motivated him to be that version of himself with you.

it was a choice.

a choice he deeply regretted now that he’s seen that there is other options.

that there is good people. sometimes.

you were the perfect proof of that when he saw the sunshine in you the same way he saw it in himself when the world was kinder to him.

and so was jeno. still standing in front of him, eyes darting between the floor and haechan’s expressionless face, waiting for him to speak.

“uh what?” that’s all he manages to get out without breaking down.

“i said i’m so sorry. so sorry for not giving you the chance to explain your side of the story. i- i was too biased” jeno’s voice was barely audible and that didn’t help since haechan’s ears were already ringing.

“uh it- it’s okay jeno”

it’s not but whatever, he deserves it.

“you didn’t deserve that”

okay he was officially about to cry.

not because he felt bad for himself.

but because this was his last straw; between your disappearance and your refusal to even hear him, between mark unleashing his emotions on him, between this fuckass degree that he’s finally gotten and the new chapter that was waiting ahead.

it was too much for him.

because even though jaemin is an expert at exaggerating, there was one thing he was always right about.

haechan is hyper sensitive.

and jeno being nice and understanding of him wasn’t helping his case.

“y-yeah i guess. i mean what i did was horrible too, knowing how m- uh how mark is. but thanks jeno, i appreciate it” he manages to get between quick breathes and gulps.

“mark was never honest about everything. i should’ve known th-”

“look” haechan breathes out, his eyes tingling but he didn’t know if it was because of the tears threatening to fall or the smoke that was slowly overwhelming this common room. “it’s in the past” he manages to continue “i don’t want to talk about this or about whatever happened. i’m sorry and what i did was unjustifiable”

“you’re talking about mark or y/n now?”

jeno you son of a bitch.

“both?”

jeno smiles and nods to him, getting a bit closer as the music got louder and also because he didn’t like raising his voice.

“i know i said i’m not letting you run through another friend of mine, which is why i’ve made sure to always separate my friend groups but haechan, i think that apology should be directed to y/n, not me. although i appreciate it, you should let yourself be heard by her”

“she won’t let me talk to her”

“she will. try tonight? she’s here somewhere and she willingly came knowing you’d be here. i’m sure that means something”

haechan appreciates this unprecedented reassurance from jeno but he wasn’t feeling that optimistic.

if you haven’t heard him when this issue was hot and fresh, you won’t hear him a week before graduation and before leaving this cursed university.

but as jaemin said, this was his last chance.

and god was he desperate to make it work.

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“i need to fuck someone tonight” you hear renjun yell from behind you as you were walking in front of him and lara, desperately trying to find a quieter place.

“you mean jaemin” lara snorts.

the three of you settle in a small dimmed corner of the huge common room, both your friends with a drink in their hand as renjun scrunches up his nose in disgust.

“ew no. not him”

you exchange confused looks with lara as she looks at you before snapping her neck towards renjun.

“what do you mean ew? that’s jaemin we’re talking about. the guy you’ve been unbearably in love with for almost two years now”

“he’s overrated. tried him now i want someone else”

“you’re really something renjun” you laugh shaking your head.

“says the girl who dated lee haechan out of everybody” renjun wiggles his eyebrows, earning a smack and a hiss from lara.

you just continue shaking your head, already drained out of energy.

“you know someday you’re gonna have to address this whole thing and maybe actually talk to him? maybe we don’t know the whole thing? specially since it’s mark lee the gaslighter who told you” renjun spits out.

“kinda of don’t want to talk about this right now renjun. and please, stop mentioning mark i’ve had enough. now if you excuse me i need to go to the bathroom” you eye them both as lara gives you an understanding look.

you quickly walk away from your friends, scanning around the room to find the stairs that lead you to the second floor.

you didn’t really need the bathroom but rather the quiet, to calm down a little and most importantly to think.

to think about seeing haechan again and possibly talking to him.

you knew you were being unfair to him and that the best way to get the true story is to actually get it from him, even if mark came forward and made their past very clear to you.

but you didn’t trust yourself.

once again, you didn’t because how were you supposed to react when you see his beautiful mole decorated face and his star-like eyes looking straight at you.

your heart would immediately forgive him. you would immediately hold him close to you and breathe in his scent.

you relationship was so short lasted you couldn’t get enough of him. it didn’t last long enough for you to memorize his scent, the texture of his hair, the feeling of his skin on yours, the way his lips tasted like, the way he sounded when he laughed and whined.

you didn’t have enough of him.

the whole thing felt like you were about to have the most satisfying and delicious bite of your food when somebody came and snatched it away from you.

and that somebody was no one else but you.

you shut him off. you shut everything off because that was the most logical thing to do.

who would let a man that has taken advantage of you continue to do so just because he wanted to get back at his old friends?

but then he did it for a reason. he did it because he was betrayed by the closest friend he had at that moment and one would think that was justifiable.

but you didn’t, so you did what you thought was right.

but then why were you feeling this immense crippling guilt? why couldn’t you even crack a smile when you say that number 1 stuck next to your name on that batch list? why did you almost feel bad for him when you saw him drop multiple ranks?

you felt dizzy when you’ve finally reached that familiar wooden door that mark opened for you that other day.

you almost barfed upon touching it remembering how it felt when mark touched you that evening, the way you let him get those lustful sounds out of you right on haechan’s comfortable bed.

but you weren’t going to blame yourself for that. you couldn’t afford to. not when you were so close to doubting your own worth and existence.

so you walk in, god knows why, but you do so, slowly and hesitantly, as if your own subconscious was leading you there, subtly leading you right to him.

right to haechan sitting down on the edge of his bed, his hands extended on his bed and his head thrown back.

he didn’t see you nor hear you as you finally make up the shiny white headphones positioned on his head, his fingers now slightly tapping on his knees, eyelashes fluttering delicately on the top of his cheeks.

he looked so handsome. so out of this world with the way he was so immersed into what he was listening to, his whole demeanor changed into something you’ve never seen before.

it draw you in instantly and you’ve felt your legs move towards his figure tentatively, your eyes glued to his barely lit face.

the whole room was rather dark and you were thankful for that as you knew you’d immediately shed a cascade of tears as soon as he’ll notice you.

and he did, finally.

his eyes going wide and his hands immediately thrown to his head to snatch away his escapade.

“y-y/n?”

you missed his voice. the way it rang right through your ears and straight to the deepest part of your heart, reminding you exactly why you’d shut him off the second you got the chance.

so you don’t answer. not trusting your voice to get through to him with what you could gather of thoughts.

“y/n” he repeats. mostly calls as he stands up, still right by the edge of his bed.

you finally look up and hell, did you regret that.

regretted it so much because he was looking at you with the gentlest of eyes, a thousand million words spoken through them.

you heard him, even if he didn’t mutter another single world, you heard him.

you heard his apology, his regret, his explication. all of it.

he made it so clear with the way he was begging you through his chestnut colored eyes.

“why? why would you do that to me?”

he swallows. you barely see it but he does, his eyes going from gentle to tear filled.

“y/n i’m so sorry”

“no… please tell me why”

“i wanted to get back at them. they made me look like a horrible person” the escalation was quick as haechan couldn’t hold back his tears anymore as they freely travelled down his cheeks. “y/n i was so hurt. they were my friends, they turned against me and didn’t even let me explain why i did that to mark. they didn’t want to hear my reasons. i was hurt and betrayed and no one bothered to hear me because everyone had their own prejudice about me”

“so you go and fool around with me? you proved their point exactly haechan” you still had control over your tears but barely, as your voice shook and echoed in the room.

“i’m sorry. i was selfish and i was only thinking about myself. you didn’t deserve to get into this mess and the way i dealt with it is horrible but y/n” he sniffles “i genuinely like you and i deeply regret what i did but i promise you that my feelings for you are real, i can’t act anymore because i don’t need to, i like you”

and that’s when you finally start crying and haechan closes his eyes as his tears continue to pour down.

you liked him too. so much it felt like someone was digging glass through your skin.

you burned for his unfamiliar touch and you wanted to yell and scream at him for hours on end then wrap it up with the filthiest of acts.

but you can’t.

you can’t because it’ll make moving on from this whole mess a million times harder.

you wanted to move on so bad. you wanted to act like this whole thing never happened.

that haechan never happened.

but how were you supposed to forget someone as bright as haechan.

you barely got to feel him and you were already this obsessed, then how were you gonna be like when you finally hear his story and the reasons for the way he acts?

absolutely in love. yes.

and you didn’t want that because like haechan has his own personal mess that motivates him to do things, you also had your own.

your own mess that would never allow you to fall in love with a person that resembled the other person that made you question the definition of love.

you know the love you had for him was never going to be reciprocated.

and maybe it will but your brain will never allow you to believe it in order to protect you from the consequences of mark’s actions.

the negligence, the restless nights, the ghosting, the nonchalance.

all of it.

all of it could be the way you’d live that possible deep and real relationship with haechan.

and you can’t do that. not again.

so you turn away, at least try to, too slowly because haechan had galloped his way to you and grabbed your arm to turn you back around to him.

“y/n wait please” he clears his throat and wipes his face with his other hand “please listen to me, just once and then you can leave”

you don’t even bother looking at him because you knew you’d crumble.

“what i did to mark was horrible. i knew about his addiction problems and that he was way out of control and needed help as soon as possible but y/n… he sabotaged me, i was motivated and looking forward to it and he made me seem like a snob to those record labels so i could never have a chance. he lied and said i didn’t want to do it when i really did want to. he made me seem like someone else that i wasn’t and y/n” he takes a breath as you see him struggling to keep it together.

“there isn’t something that i hate more than someone trying to change the way i actually am. remember when i told you people make it seem like i’m much worse than i am? i wasn’t just trying to woo you and fool you, i was being serious. i’ve been dealing with people blaming me for things i’ve never even thought of doing my whole damn life, you can’t expect me to just sit down through it”

“haechan, i know you’re not a horrible person. that’s the problem i-”

“please don’t walk away from me. i said i’d let you but it would shatter me if you do so. just let me talk more, let me prove myself to you, don’t let others paint this picture of me and offer it straight to you on a silver plate like some fucked up present. just please give me a chance.” he begs and begs, his eyes red in desperation and regret.

“but you did this yourself haechan” you sigh, finally calming down a little when you’ve noticed the way his hand has now travelled to your wrist.

“i know but now you know why. can’t you see it? i’m not trying to prove that i’m a victim but i am sort of one. but this is not why i want to start all over again, y/n i want you”

you watch him drag you closer to him, his breath hitting your face in a way that had your whole body shudder in nostalgia.

you instinctively put your arms around his waist and close your eyes.

“i know you want me too y/n. i can see it. would you let me feel it?” he whispers close to your ears as your chest was now positioned right on top of his as you both stood in the middle of his room, surrounded by muffled music and comforting darkness.

“haech-”

“please”

one last time?

his face was now on your neck as his lips drew lines along it, slowly placing hesitant but tender kisses, getting closer and closer to your jaw.

you turn your head towards him so he can finally kiss you in the place you craved the most. your lips.

and he does. so softly and gently you barely feel it as you hear yourself sigh in content, your hands going straight to his back to touch him.

you wanted to touch him so bad you immediately drop your hands to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up to let him know your desires.

“wait- y/n wait slow down”

“i don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do”

he gulps. a small smile gracing his face as he looks down at you one last time before letting himself free from that shirt.

your hands immediately move to his chest as you get on your tippy toes and latch your lips on to the skin right above his collarbones.

he’s quiet but you hear his faint gasps and breathes whenever you dig your teeth a bit deeper or get closer to his waistband.

without warning, he wraps his arms your waist and lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him, as he walks backwards before making you fall back first into his bed.

he hovers on top of you as his hand slowly makes its way towards your very thin top, gracefully removing it.

his eyes subtly widen as he sees your bare chest right in front of him as you’ve decided to not wear a bra tonight, making you smile.

his hand goes straight to the sensitive bud on your chest, both his index finger and thumb working magic on it as his face was now nestled in the crook of your neck.

you shameless moan and whimper right next to his ear whilst your bring your hips upwards in hopes to relieve some of the tension you felt building in the pit of your stomach.

haechan hisses at your desperation, driving him to put a strong hand on your hips to keep you in place as he continued to kiss your chest and wrap his lips around your hard and desperate nipples.

“haechan” you whine, grabbing the hair in the back of his head to lift his head up and lead it to your face.

he kisses you in response, his hands now placed on your ribs as he felt you breathe vigorously, his own breath quickening with yours.

“fuck me” you managed to get between wet and messy kisses and a bunch of strangled moans as haechan’s fingers were now exploring your wet folds.

his presses his thumb on your clit making you arch your back even further, suffocating him with your chest as a louder whimper escapes you.

he continues moving his thumb as he watched the way you face was twisting in pleasure and yours moan grew louder making the painful bulge in his pants grow by the second.

he drags his finger painfully slow on your folds and taps your clit repeatedly with those same two fingers as his moans started to emerge alongside yours when he felt your wetness reach his wrist.

you didn’t have the time to get embarrassed with the mess you just made on his bedsheets and right inside your pants as you watch haechan get on his knees, desperately trying to unbutton his jeans and remove them alongside his boxers.

“condom” you remind him, voice all raspy and strained, as he was starting to get closer to you.

he flashes you a smile followed by a nod as he drags an arm close to your head, body propped forward, rummaging inside his nightstand drawer.

he quickly unwrapped the condom and places it meticulously on his hard and glistening cock, watching you look at him in anticipation, biting your swollen lips.

he puts his hand on the waistband of your pants and drags them speedily, making you shiver as cold air was now fanning your wet core.

and without a warning haechan pushes himself straight inside of you, making you gasp and almost choke on your spit, a frantic hand going to the headboard behind your head.

“fuck” he lets out a guttural moan, holding your hips even tighter and he was moving in and out of you in a painfully slow pace.

you don’t say anything to him but your eyes were shut close and your mouth was agape as you felt him hit spots no one has ever reached. you felt him so deeply inside you it almost made you cry.

haechan was whimpering next to your ears, his whole body weight now on top of yours as your nails dug lines along his back, his hips continuing to move slowly, making your legs shake in pleasure.

“y/n i l-”

“faster haechan” you cut him off with a loud moan as you felt him hit that sensitive spot inside you, the heels of your feet placed right on top of his ass.

you felt him try to go faster and his hips snapped harder on yours, the sounds of skin slapping and wetness echoing louder than the music johnny was producing downstairs.

but haechan went back to moving slowly as you heard him groan and moan louder each time, his face right by your neck as he suddenly kissed your cheek tenderly.

“y/n baby, i-”

“don’t say it”

you wrap your legs harder around his waist and push him deeper inside you making him whimper harder next to you as a deep and loud moans escaped you, making your whole body shake in response.

“wait y/n i’m gonna-”

you don’t let him out of your grip as you move your hips alongside his, feeling the knot in your stomach slowly letting itself loose as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes.

“y/-” he almost yells on top of you as you feel his body shudder and a bunch of profanities leaving his lips right before your dig your nails on his shoulders.

“fuck” you drag out as you feel yourself make a mess right below him for the second time that night, making him hiss in pain or pleasure, as you bring him impossibly closer to you.

you both try to catch your own breathes as haechan was still on top of you, his head now resting on your chest as you both settle in silence.

you were thinking and probably so was he.

where does this take you both? what did this even mean?

you wanted him to fuck you and he wanted to make love to you.

why the hell were you never on the same damn page?

was this a sign?

“haechan”

“yeah?” he slightly lifts his head up.

you made up your mind. you had to, quickly before you regret it.

“i’m sorry if i gave you the wrong message but-”

“but what y/n?”

“this was goodbye”

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a/n 2: so much to unpack here im sorry 😭😭

so are you guys now team y/n or team haechan lmao?

let me know hehehe and as usual replies and asks are always open if you want to talk about anything or have feedback mwah

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gasstationpopcorn · 23 hours ago

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me @ kris's latest selfie: oh who's that pretty bo- hold on hold on a minute hold on honey

this is both sinister and diabolical....

biggest concert of our career, 20k people... good grief

#and it just goes on and on and ON #and locals have to stare at their big circus eyesore for the next year all around the place l m a o #i truly REFUSE to believe žiga did this. first of all he didn't acknowledge collaboration w/jo on his socials at all while jo tagged him #and žiga's other work does not look like this okay i know he likes to break letters now but NOT LIKE THIS #baffling experience ngl #did they only tag him on the promo cause they used his type for the text?#did they pay him 3 cents gave him 3 minutes and a prayer to do this logo and the whole graphic?#WHY IS MARK PIRC TAGGED ON A PROMO? is mark's vision tm at play here? for which sins? have ppl not suffered enough?#*waking up in cold sweat at night whispering why is mark pirc tagged on a promo*#I have so so many questions about how this came to be #and when they saw this after a resize did no one think bro 💀 it's ugly #while yes of course it'd be too late if they had already placed ads etc but #seems like they printed one poster for this specific purpose of doing how many TikTok bits and ig stories RIGHT NEXT TO IT. ZOOMED IN.#they had time to look at it and say oh noooooo let's clean this stinker. it's not if they are short on time? this thing is in a year?#take a day? if we presume no one noticed anything wonky and it only came up on a big format which it happens it happens...#if u know u gon FILM IT UP close and put KRIS in front of it yet the horrors will prevail and distract even ME from KRIS. take a fucking da #my goodness i am but a library of confusion #žiga spill the tea what's up come to my window whisper it in my ear i plead #the biggest concert bigger than esc bigger than stozice capacity of 20k ppl some tickets cost 120 eur no?#should you expect a ball pit dashcon style in the spar fan pit #is it mark pirc himself tagged on a promo graphic or it is just the looming ever haunting danger of mark's vision tm #i have lost my miind i have looooooost my miiiiind with this selfie #they truly said come come piggy here's you slop well let me tell you THEY DON'T SLOP PIGS ANYMORE!!!! even pigs are on intricate diets

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hoodreader · 12 hours ago

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۶ৎ weird girl astro ۶ৎ

𓊆ྀི PROMINENT MERCURY 𓊇ྀི

i feel like vedic acknowledges just how fucking weird mercurials be much more than tropical do, cus mercury literally the god that travels between the underworld, earth, and olympus. mercury has chthonic roles - it has dealings with the underworld and souls

with mercurials, the depths and nuances of their minds can be intimidating for those who haven’t yet channeled that connection to the unseen realm. but the candidness in which mercurials bring the depths of their unconscious to the forefront? it brings unease in others lol. whereas mercurials thrive with it

𓊆ྀི PROMINENT SCORPIO 𓊇ྀི

so if mercurials are weirdos for being able to opt into chthonicism, naturally, those who find home in it are seriously disturbed. mercurial weirdoism is fast, a little neurotic, wordy ( even if they don’t talk a lot, they may speak ‘strangely’ - such as weird choice or syntax ). there’s a lot of breath and life in mercurial strange. but scorpionic strange is cold, slow, and heavy. their weirdoness don’t really see the light

like owls or ravens, scorpionic weird is like wide, unblinking eyes. dry, flat, or morbid humor that people don’t quite get. scorpionic memory also unsettle people - like how tf did u notice that? people also may simply be unnerved by the fact that y’all there but not there. not making y’allselves known but . . a presence hard to deny

𓊆ྀི PROMINENT SATURN 𓊇ྀི

in a similar way to scorpio, so are the saturnians. y’all are also chthonic, so a lot of what i said about scorpio applies to y’all. but pls, don’t think i’m just talking about aqua. capricorns be weird too, don’t let the association of tradition get u fucked up, because traditions can be strange lol

aqua weirdoness goes against the grain. we know that already. they don’t mind standing out if it means they’re authentic ( keep in mind, aqua is leo’s sista sign so they twinnem frl ). their strangeness is ahead of time as well, so they be attracting real haters lmaoo ( martian tenth house ) but like a decade later, got everybody on they tip. they like aliens or robots

cap side of saturn might be the opposite. an archaic strange. and i feel like both the saturnian signs have a strangeness that can be cultural in some ways. like being lgbtq+ or autistic. there’s an element of social exclusion that came with their strangeness, as saturn rules exile - so they may have found belonging only with themselves or in the company of other rejects

𓊆ྀི PROMINENT JUPITER, BUT MOSTLY PISCES 𓊇ྀི

i singled out pisces because while i do find sag placements to be extra-worldly, i find pisceans to be moreso strange. like . . very bubbly, floating around. can’t quite pin em down. i’m starting to get lazy tho so i’ma make dis ting brief but . . they’re like mythical creatures lmao. but to be fair, i think all mutables can be quite weird, i just think pisces is the weirder side of jupiter bc pisces is less concerned with the world as a structure than sagittarius. pisces placements are a walking dream. ( can be creepy like a porcelain doll, if accompanied by saturn or scorpionic influence )

𓊆ྀི NODALS 𓊇ྀི

like this is what causes eclipses, what could be any more bizarre and unnerving that seeing the moon consume the sun? ancient folk ain’t know WHAT the fuck was happening - and even today, people take heed an eclipse because of the intensity of the event

strongly placed nodal people can be so strange due to what the nodes represent: north node is the ravenous head of the beast, that cannot be satiated. the south node is the detached body of the beast, that cannot experience appetite. north nodals are like Crazy Mad Scientist weird, and south nodals are like Disappears Into The Forests & Lives Their Last Days As A Monk weird - which neither are weird to me, but again, i’m nodal myself lmao

in some ways, nodal strangeness can also be induced by illnesses of the mind or addictions tbh 💀

#۶ৎ hoodreader ۶ৎ #astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astro community #astroblr #astrology notes #div by haecunt

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no-onemournsthelesbians · 2 days ago

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I woke up with this idea on my mind for quite literally no reason and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. I’m just wondering at the possibility of a Gelphie child having razor sharp canines and their mothers not knowing how to handle it at first. For example:

In the book Elphaba is actually born with sharp teeth (one of the reasons the midwives wanted to throw her in a nearby fire) and she can’t directly nurse from Melena because of them. The Gelphie child (honestly I headcanon their first child as being a daughter despite Liir existing in bookverse) has a bit of a similar yet different experience.

She’s born with beautiful green skin and green eyes, although her eyes slowly turn brown over time. She already has thick golden hair and it only grows thicker and longer over time. They named her Primrose, Glinda’s request; they decided if they had a girl her name would be Primrose and if they had a boy they would choose Elphaba’s name, Liir (little did they know he would come along next).

Glinda is incredibly confused when Primrose starts to nurse and it hurts like hell. She knew it was normal for new mothers to feel some slight discomfort at first with such a new sensation, but this actively hurt.

They were worried something was wrong until Primrose yawned for the first time and Elphaba noticed the sharp little canines at the back of her mouth.

Elphaba starts to cry because this was a way her daughter would have to suffer like she did, despite being days old. It doesn’t help that Glinda is crying too, that just makes Elphaba feel worse.

But Glinda assures Elphie that these are happy tears; she’s so incredibly happy that their daughter has another beautiful trait belonging to her beautiful wife (Glinda loves Elphaba’s teeth for many, many reasons).

This makes Elphaba feel slightly better, but it doesn’t change the fact that the teething stage is a nightmare to behold; no stuffed animal, pacifier, or human finger was spared. Not to mention they have no idea what kind of magic she’ll possess.

Glinda is still a staunch believer that she doesn’t have magic at all, but Elphaba knows this isn’t true. Her magic might not be as powerful, but Elphaba knows it’s there. Therefore it stands to reason their daughter might have some as well (a little overwhelming to say the least).

#wicked #gelphie #glinda x elphaba #glinda upland #elphaba thropp #headcanons #i love the idea of a gelphie child having razor sharp shark teeth #give frex a heart attack and send him to the grave #again

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cheshireliam · 2 days ago

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"Me and You, Always" Story Event: Chapter 2

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Emma: Could you close your eyes for a moment?

Silvio: Ya really think I’d fall for such a classic trap?

(Bet she’s gonna hug me and call it a present… or is it a kiss?)

I could practically see where this was headed, and mentally went on high alert.

Emma: What do you mean “trap”... please, just trust me.

Silvio: Put a hand on yer chest and think about it. How many damn times have ya tricked me already?

Emma: … So is that a no?

Silvio: …

Silvio: … Tch.

(Damn it all… I’m playin’ right into this woman’s hands again.)

Despite being fully aware of what could happen, I let out a resigned sigh and closed my eyes.

Emma: Fufu… alright, here I come.

(I knew it’d be this kinda thing.)

I braced myself to remain completely unfazed, regardless what sort of “attack” she launched on me.

I heard footsteps crunching on the sand as Emma approached— and something light was placed on my lap.

Emma: Alright, you can open your eyes now.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see a neatly folded handkerchief embroidered with little seashells.

It was clearly made by Emma herself.

(She always pulls this kinda stuff when I’m bein’ suspicious of her…)

Silvio: Ya did a good job on this.

When I took her hand and looked up, her soft lips brushed against my cheek.

The summer heat surged through my body like a tidal wave the second I processed what just happened.

Silvio: Y-Ya little… ya actually did it.

Emma: I wasn't planning to be cheeky, but you were being so overly guarded, I couldn't help myself.

Silvio: I wasn’t guarded.

Emma: Wahh!?

(I totally let my guard down.)

Busy flashing me that triumphant grin, Emma barely had time to react before I grabbed her head and messed with her hair.

But then I remembered I still had the handkerchief in my other hand and eased up so I wouldn't crumple it.

(Almost wrecked the thing.)

Emma seemed to notice the way I softened my grip and her expression grew tender.

Emma: Do you like it?

Silvio: This? Yeah.

Emma: The kiss was the main gift.

Silvio: … Ya havin’ fun messin’ with me, ain’t ya?

Emma: Not at all. It’s just… it makes me really happy to know you were thinking about me today too.

Silvio: Just so ya know, yer face’s bright red too.

Emma: …! You noticed…

(This woman’s got me completely off balance… why the hell am I feelin’ all lighthearted too?)

Even though it ticked me off and my brows remained furrowed for a moment…

The sound of her laughter mixed with the crashing waves loosened my guard a little too much, and before I knew it, a genuine laugh slipped from my lips too.

…

Emma: Mmm, today’s the perfect day for a picnic!

The heat and humidity of summer was over, and now the gentle autumn breeze made the air refreshingly cool.

Even as we walked through the forest of red trees preparing themselves for winter, my head was full of question marks.

Silvio: If it’s a picnic ya want, there’s plenty of better spots in Benitoite for it.

Silvio: Why’d we have to hike through a forest with ground rough enough to trip up half the women in the kingdom…?

Emma: Because this feels more like a real adventure.

(Knew it. She’s still high off those damn adventure stories.)

The most popular adventure story in Benitoite was the Voyages of The Continent’s Biggest Tycoon, a fictional memoir written based on a real person and heavily dramatized by the author.

There was no doubt Emma had read one of the embellished parts — the one where the tycoon landed on an island and trekked through the wilderness, and she was now trying to recreate that experience.

(But… is that really all?)

(Doesn’t feel like the kinda thing she’d go outta her way to keep secret.)

Emma: Oh! Master!

Silvio: I said I ain’t yer master. What now?

Emma: I spotted a cave over there.

Silvio: Don’t even thinking ‘bout it. We ain’t geared up for explorin’ caves.

Emma: I know. But the first rule of setting up camp is to find a spot that shields you from the elements, so…

She turned to face me with a smile brighter than the sunlight spilling through the trees.

Emma: Just watch.

…

As soon as we stepped into the cave, Emma started setting up a simple campsite.

She was surprisingly confident, there was no fumbling or hesitation in her movements. Although there was still a little bit of roughness in her execution, she clearly knew what she was doing.

(... She’s actually usin’ what she learned from that summer cookout.)

Only the campsite was fully set up, Emma pulled a book out of the bag she had slung over her shoulder.

Emma: I want to try cooking a wild vegetable soup today.

Silvio: Ya seriously brought a guidebook to mountain greens with ya?

(I was thinkin’ her bag looked heavy…)

Despite my offers to carry it instead, Emma stubbornly held onto her bag the whole way.

Turns out it contained more than just that book; it had gloves, shears, all sorts of equipment for gathering wild plants.

Emma: I’ve been wanting to try it at least once ever since autumn.

Emma: I did feel bad for asking you to come along, but…

Emma: I figured you’d be mad if I’d gone alone.

Silvio: Ya ain’t wrong ‘bout that. I’ll give ya credit.

Emma’s lips curled into a proud smile when I placed a hand on her head.

Silvio: I don’t hate stuff like this, so quit worryin’ ‘bout me.

Silvio: But…

(‘Bout time I asked her.)

Just as Emma looked like she was ready to dash out of the cave in search of ingredients, I grabbed her and pulled her toward me—

#ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikepri translations #silvio ricci #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikepri silvio #ikepri story event

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halfadiamond · 2 days ago

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News Flash

Phillip Graves x Journalist Reader

You’re just a newbie journalist looking to make a name for yourself. What you didn’t expect was for the man who has the media in a frenzy to agree to an interview with you but you didn’t expect to receive this kind of information.

Masterlist (no link until I figure how I want to do the layout for the masterlist)

CW: MDNI, sex (doggy style, creampie, overstimulation), Graves has a thing for breeding, strangers that hookup, you guys are being audio recorded (read story to understand)

You shouldn’t be here. Not someone of your experience, you’re just a newbie journalist, fresh out of school. No agency to call your own, but you couldn’t resist coming here. You can’t miss this scoop.

The Scoop?

A case of betrayal between two different men. You’re not exactly sure as to who the men are, but from what you overhear from the other journalists, they’re both important people.

You stand outside the doors that hold the Congressional Committee, you were lucky enough to get a spot where you could catch snippets of their conversation. Occasionally you hear the people inside murmur and then you hear the loud—

“Quiet in this chamber!”

Whatever was happening in there, you had to find out no matter what.

It’s a long meeting, you think you’ve been outside waiting at the doors for about three hours.

You consider this your practice in endurance in getting the scoop. A good journalist always has an infinite amount of patience when it comes to getting the scoop.

Your patience pays as you hear the door open, you take a step back as you see people coming out. Some of the news agencies start crowding the spectators, hounding them with questions, but you don’t pay much mind to them. You gotta think big and choose the right person to get that perfect scoop.

You’re pretty sure you see your targets when the media stops hounding the poor people trying to leave and start hounding two other people. They don’t get the opportunity to get close as security holds them off. You push your way into the front and see who the media is so desperate to talk to.

One of them is a bald man, you see his uniform and you know he’s definitely got the status of having the best information needed to get you out there. But he looks intimidating, as he has a cold look in his eyes as security helps him out.

It’s the next person that comes out. That grabs your attention, a man who’s way younger than the previous, who carries himself in a bit of an arrogant way. He definitely looks like the type of guy that’ll talk about anything that’ll bring the spotlight on him.

You begin considering your ways to grab his attention but it all goes to vain when you both lock eyes with one another. He ignores every other journalist and camera as he walks towards your direction.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around. You got a card?”

You feel your face heat up as you fumble through your little bag as you hand him a flimsy card. He takes the card and barks out a laugh. He introduces himself as Phillip Graves, and he decided that today was your lucky day as he made you an offer.

“You want the gossip don’t ya? Tell you what come over to my place and I’ll tell you.”

You probably should say no, that you don’t go to strangers' houses but this could be your big break— the one needed to get into a great agency so you agree quickly.

You arrive at his house right on time. You were expecting a big house, but surprisingly, it looks decent, not too big nor too small, just right. You follow the gravel path to his door and ring the doorbell.

It doesn’t take long for him to answer. He gives you a cocky grin as he leads you into his living room, taking a seat on the couch. You notice that on the coffee table that he has wine and glasses.

Why? What kind of interview did he think this was?

You try to ignore his wandering gaze as you set up your audio recorder and get your notebook.

You get situated on the couch, keeping a respectable distance from him. You take the quick chance that he’s distracted on his phone to look over at him.

He was attractive. Very attractive. But you think what’s the most attractive part of him was the air that he carried himself in. Confident and arrogant.

He gives you a side glance, feeling your stares and you let out a little gasp and turn away. If you had stayed looking at him, you'd have seen that cocky grin on his face.

You press the record button on your recorder, grab your notebook and review your questions. You try to calm your nerves. But it’s nearly impossible.

Did you think you would’ve landed here, interviewing the man who’s in the middle of a military scandal? Nope.

But you couldn’t screw this up.

Phillip definitely noticed your nervousness as he hummed himself a little tune and began pouring you two some glasses.

“You seem nervous. Why don’t you take a glass and loosen up.”

“That seems inappropriate. I’m just here for the interview.”

“Don’t think it’ll do you much good if all the recorder gets is your stammering.”

You wanted to give a snarky response but he was right. You were nervous and you weren’t really keen on hearing your stammers whenever you went back to replay the interview.

Just one glass what’s the worst that could happen.

Until one glass turns into two. Then three. Then it turns into you and him, talking about life, talking about the failed hookup you recently had and then to him offering to make it up to you.

You should’ve brought it back to what you were here for, but when it turns into you two kissing each other, on the couch, like you two were long distance lovers reuniting, you don’t find yourself caring.

You’re going to blame the wine for making you crazy. Because why else would you be here, clutching onto the couch cushions with your ass up high, back arched, as Graves kept slamming himself into you. Your poor notebook laid out on the floor with your questions scribbled onto the page.

Graves notices your notebook and he remembers what you’re here for, so he might as well give you what you need. While he’s fucking you into tomorrow, he’ll tell you what you need to know and he’ll enjoy seeing how pretty your ass looks. Win win for the both of you.

“This thing on?”

You hear Graves mutter to himself as he messes with who knows what. You think it’s your audio recorder but you can barely find it in yourself to care as his cock went back to hitting your g-spot.

You could barely comprehend what Graves was telling you. All you could hear was him mentioning betrayal, shooting, and working together. Though you’re not exactly sure at what the audio is going to collect, you think it’s going to be a mixture of your moans, his groans, and his story.

Eventually you feel him starting to slow down as he finally finishes his story. Instead of continuing on with what he’s doing, he chooses to focus on you.

“Why’s a pretty girl like you working? Bet you would make a fine mama.”

You should’ve barked back, said that you’re an independent woman, and you don’t need a man, certainly not one like him. But right now? You can’t help but let a loud whine as you feel yourself clenching around his cock. He definitely noticed it as he let out a soft groan at the feeling.

“Want me to make you a mama? You’d make me a happy daddy with all the cute babies you’re gonna give me.”

You moaned into the couch cushion as you felt him again starting to speed up. His cock prodding into your cervix, you feel too overstimulated, though you’re not exactly sure as to what is overstimulating you.

Is it the fact that you’re currently getting railed on the couch by a man you just met today? And you quite literally feel like you’re seeing stars.

Or is it because he seems to have a thing for breeding? But based on how you reacted you think you do too.

But now you think it’s because you feel one of his hands go down to slowly rub at your clit. If you weren’t such an overstimulated mess, you would’ve told him to stop rubbing so slowly. For now, all you can do is be a moaning and twitching mess with the rise of your orgasm coming closer and closer.

You whined loudly, pressing your face on the side of the couch.

“Please let me cum.”

You hear Graves bark out a laugh as he begins rubbing at your clit with a slightly more fervor.

“Yeah? You think you deserve it?”

You nodded dumbly as you felt yourself reaching the edge of your orgasm. You feel your hair being pulled back as Graves begins pushing his hips further into you.

“Alright then, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

You don’t wait much longer after, feeling the familiar shivers of an orgasm. You let out little choked moans as Phillip finally loosen his grip on your hair, letting you lay your head on the couch. You feel like even more of a twitching mess as you lay there.

Feeling as Graves began working on pumping himself into you. He works you through your orgasm before he finally empties himself into you, letting out a groan and a hiss of your name as he finally begins to slow down. You let out little moans as you feel the warm rush of his seed inside of you, and you hear a soft little wet sound as he slips out of you.

You feel something dripping down your thighs but you don’t get a chance to clean up before you feel Graves gather any of his seed dripping out of you and pushing it back into you.

“Look alive Princess. Night’s still young— we’re not stopping till I’m positive that I’m gonna be a daddy.”

So like I have all the other summaries written out, would it be preferable if I posted the masterlist (with summaries) and update it as I go along? Or would you rather just have me post the pairings like (Phillip Graves x Journalist Reader) then when I post the fic, I update it?

Tried to make dividers 🥲 hope it doesn’t look too blurry (The MDNI and the XOXO divider is mine! Other one belongs to @/saradika, not tagging them since it’s an NSFW story)

Trying to practice on writing NSFW, most likely will rewrite this when I feel more confident

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