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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 2 months

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Alastor - [ CONTROL ]

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[ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ] + [ CNC ] + [ SLIGHT BONDAGE ] + [ MENTIONS OF BLOOD ]

( as always lmk the artist for the fanart so i can tag them properly thanks)

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Hours.

You’d been at Alastor’s complete mercy for hours…

All because you dared to tell him ‘no’ once. You hadn’t meant to let the defiant response out but in the moment you were overwhelmed and extremely emotional.

It wasn’t your fault that every emotion you felt doubled in intensity during your heat, triggering a less than agreeable version of yourself, and consequently making your giving nature highly restrictive.

How could you give anything to anyone when all your mind could comprehend was taking from them? Using anything and anyone for pleasure or downright zoning the rest of hell out to think about doing it nonstop.

You couldn’t function properly like that and Alastor took advantage of your distracted state time and time again.

He’d spawned into your room, proclaiming he had a task for you to complete, one that ruined your solitude and would take all day.

“My dear, return this to Rosie for me,” he set a stack of books on your disorientated bed, not at all bothered by the glare you shot him as your head peeked from under the heavy duvet you’d curled into.

Couldn’t he see you were busy?

Nearly encompascited at this point, unable to speak without whining, and noticeably shaking as if your body was withdrawing from some awful drug.

In a sense, it was, but withdrawal wouldn’t cure your state.

However, Alastor refused to leave until he heard a response, standing stock still beside your bed with that devilish smile plastered on his face, and the sight drove you mad.

He was so infuriating, looking over you all the time, demanding one thing after the next, and always acting smug…

Telling what to do, when to do it, and how..

Controlling nearly every move you made with a single look, languid gesture, and passive command…

Oh, how you hated being under his unruly thumb but every time hatred surfaced a dull annoying wave of arousal would follow.

Alastor owned you, the essence of your soul, and yet every instinct and nerve you possessed was more agitated by the fact that he wasn’t staking a claim on your body as well.

So, out of pure spite, and slight uncharacteristic boldness you sat up on your knees and got right in his face. Alastor’s gaze raked over your flustered body as you carelessly unraveled yourself from the covers, almost bare in his presence if it weren’t for the oversized dress shirt you’d put on, but he wasn’t given much time to admire your smaller frame trying to size up his larger one.

His attention no longer mildly revolving around your exposed skin but rather the spiteful “No,” you hissed out.

That was new…

Alastor could’ve sworn your soul was his and not your own…which meant refusing him should never be an option.

You watched as his eyes narrowed at you, his grin widening as anger clouded his aura, but unlike other instances you didn’t shrink away or apologize.

No, you decided to take it further. Wanting to push the radio demons limits since he so proudly proclaimed that ripping your soul to pieces wouldn’t be a bother to him.

Maybe then he’d touch you or at least end your suffering through this heat.

“What did you just say to me?” Alastor seethes, static overriding his voice more than usual as you smile at him defiantly and repeat yourself loud and clear.

“I said: No. So, fuck off and find another poor soul to do your bidding…”

Alastor for the first time in a long time since his arrival in hell felt hot rage course through him as you collapsed back into bed like you’d won whatever argument you thought he was entertaining.

You heart was racing as you curled back into the covers, core throbbing with anticipation as his eyes burned holes into the back your head, and the demeaning silence seeming louder the longer he stared.

His ears twitched, smile almost a wicked snarl as his anger began to manifest into physical prowess. “Surely, you’ve mistaken me for someone who cares what you want or think…” he seethes, letting his natural voice ring freely through your room.

Not a good sign at all…not for you, anyway…

A sharp searing pain entraps your throat, a very familiar green chain binding itself to your neck, and with one swift tug on it Alastor has you up on your knees facing him again.

You instinctively wrench your head back, teeth gritting together as your hands fly up to claw at the materialized collar, but your efforts for freedom prove useless when Alastor yanks the restraint so harshly it chokes you for a solid minute.

“I’m more than willing to correct that assumption, darling. “ His lips brush yours as he speaks, sending shivers through you with every word, but you find the will to respond defiantly.

“You wouldn’t dare…” you snicker at the overload, attempting to jerk back from him again, but failing miserably as Alastor pulled the chain taut around one hand while raising the other to grip your jaw.

His claws dug into your cheeks, nearly drawing blood from the sheer pressure he enforced to keep you still, and you only complied when the pain became distracting.

You’d surely have marks left on your face but it was worth it. At least then everyone might realize how much of a fight you put up with Alastor, that despite being indebted to him you fought for freedom every chance you got, and had the scars to prove it.

Though he did find your stubbornness amusing most of the time, at this particular moment you were taking his patience too far and he was well aware it wasn’t intentional -more so a side effect of your predicament- but what was the fun in excusing your behavior on a technicality?

You would need to learn your place one way or another.

“Is that a challenge, little doe?” Alastor held your gaze, his shadows beginning to emerge and slither around your body. The ghostly chill they emitted never faded, cooling your burning skin as each spectrum bound your wrists, snaked around your thighs, and twisted up your entire torso. Alastor hummed in approval as the shadowy tentacles tightened, pressing the red linen fabric of the shirt to your skin, accentuating every curve you had and gradually riding the hem of it higher up your thighs.

You jolted feverishly, relived to be touched finally, but beyond agitated with your current position. Every shift and twist of the shadows sent a surge of arousal to your core, causing slick to drip down your legs, and the sensation threatened your ego.

Were you really about to cum from being talked down to and restrained? By Alastor no less, the very reason you’d lost free will, but the only demon you fantasized about constantly…

“Don’t look so fearful, my dear. I only wish to teach you a much needed lesson….” You stiffen as a shadow passes over your clothed cunt, sliding back and forth at his will, and easing more cum out of you with every motion.

“S-stop..” you moan softly, wanting to fall forward against his chest as your thighs trembled, but you’re kept perfectly balanced without Alastor’s direct support. He watches, drinking in the way your defiant expressions dissolve into lucid pleasure induced hazes, and keeping careful track of how fast his shadow slithers over your cunt. Your head drops as the world starts to spin around you, everything feeling fuzzy as the knot in your stomach tightened, and any resolve you had left fading quicker than you anticipated.

A perfect picture of submission…

Alastor dipped his head then, leaning over you to get a taste of your skin, teeth nipping at your ear, and his tongue dragging along the flushed skin of your neck. “Mmmm….d-don’t,” you whimper and shake, unconsciously arching your body closer to his as your eyes slide shut, but he simply ignores your pleas. His subtle licks and bites progress to intentional kisses, earning desperate moans from you, and desiccating what little self respect you had left.

It was hard to think straight, wanting to come undone already, and your cunt clenching around nothing with only his shadows dragging across your slit in a set pace. String after string of wanton moans leaped from your throat as his specters fondled your body, squeezing your breasts, swirling your waist to keep your hips rolling against your will, and securing your arms in a painful bind behind your back.

Alastor tugged on the chain occasionally, laughing into your ear every-time you choked on a sob or preemptively gasped for breath, and the contrasting sensations left you unprepared and incredibly delirious.

“N-nigh…ahm’m! Hah…hah…ah…” you struggled one last time, losing strength as your legs buckled indirectly shifting your balance to one side. Alastor let you fall, finding your state pathetic, but amusing.

His shadows never ceased as your back hit the mess of covers on your bed, seeming to get bolder as they slithered under the dress shirt, and held your legs apart to give the owner of your soul a clear view of your drenched cunt.

Alastor took quite a good look too, slowly lowering himself to be face to face with your heated core as he spoke down to you, “My, my…you truly have some worth to me now, ma chère…. I hope you don’t mind if I have a taste…” The stag peered up at your flushed expression, smile widening seeing the panic in your gaze flicker with eagerness, but the animosity ever present.

Hate.

You truly did hate Alastor.

He found it the most appealing aspect about you, a girl so desperate for power, now naively giving it away to him after failing to attain any.

A hatred he could consume, taunt, and use to keep you in line.

Even now, as his tongue replaced the shadows task of ravishing your cunt he could feel the waves of anger merging with satisfaction pouring straight out of you and into his waiting mouth. He hummed against your folds when you hips lifted sparactically, wordlessly begging him to go further, push your harder over the edge.

“Fuck…fuck! N-no…y-yes!..” you cried endlessly, out of breath as he lapped up your essence, “So…indecisive…” Alastor drawled against your cunt with a smirk gracing his slick lips.

You attempted to sit up, struggle, or scramble away from him altogether but his shadows wrestled your small body down into submission again. The air grew thick, laced with hushed radio static, and faintly distinct screams of the many souls Alastor had ripped and devoured to shreds mixed together. It was a warning to you -a threat in Alastor’s definition- and you broke into a cold sweat as he sat up on his knees to glare down at your trembling form.

Alastor tilted his head, red eyes threatening to dilate, and a green hue starting to flicker around him.

“Move again without my explicit permission, my dear, and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your pathetic life before ripping what remains of your precious soul to pieces…”

Fear, wouldn’t begin to describe the blood chilling emotion that flooded you as his smile became eerily soft, not at all reaching his eyes, and the distortion in his tone reaching new heights as he lowered his face a millimeter from your own.

“Understood?” Alastor quipped, addicted to seeing your hopeful eyes darken with despair and lust when he threatened you into submission, “U-understood…” you mumble in return.

“Splendid! Now,….where was I?…”

The stag observed your restrained state, presenting a false sense of confusion as his shadows continued to toy with you, and when an inkling of a moan threatened to fly from your drooling mouth a tentacle invaded that space too.

Alastor chuckled lowly, finding the sight of you choking on the spectrum delightful, and your distressed gasps for air dwindling to pleasured whines becoming music to his ears. They flicked atop his head, perking up when you rolled your eyes to the back of your own while the shadow swirled in your throat as if searching for more warmth in your fragile body.

“Ah, I remember now. You were in need of my gracious assistance….” Alastor’s hands found your legs, claws grazing your damp thighs just hard enough to leave light red marks in their wake, and he only stopped scratching your skin to grasp at your ankles. He jerked your lower half closer to his own with a singular tug and you nearly gagged on his shadow as a yelp built in your chest from the rough movement.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as the need to breathe weighed on your lungs, hips unconsciously rolling to press harder into his obviously large erection, and in any other circumstance you’d fight for air over urging Alastor to fuck you…

But the thought of enduring your heat cycle for another minute erased any sense of logic you’d been clinging to since he’d barged in.

You needed him.

You needed Alastor to have his way with you… breathing be dammed…

He read your actions like a memorized book, snapping his fingers once to remove the shadow from your numbing mouth before bringing a hand up to cup your jaw. Alastor’s fingers squished your cheeks as he angled your head up to look at him directly.

Desire.

You desired him now, desperately.

Hate was no longer swirling in your watery eyes.

What a wonderful sight…

“Say it, mon chere…” Alastor spoke uncharacteristically quiet as you stared at him through your tear heavy lashes, “Ask me for help like the polite and sweet girl I know you to be…”

All your pride vanished, heat engulfing your body in waves as the need to be in control of yourself shut down completely hearing his gentle encouragement, “I need…” you began in a timid whisper, but Alastor clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he corrected you with low hum, “Mm mm, darling…where’s that ‘please’ at, hm?..”

“P-please!…ahmm…” you paused as a shaky whine tumbled from lips, shock coursing through you as he finally grinned his hips in rhythm with yours, “Please…help me…need your help…please A-Alastor…”

You babble, begging as he asked you to, and forgetting to care about how indecent you looked while doing so.

Alastor hummed in approval, letting you face go to unbuckle his belt and remove his bow tie before shrugging his jacket off. You watched in slight awe as more of his physique was brought into view. Alastor had a lean frame, seemingly slimmer than most demons at his power level, but that was all but an illusion apparently.

He was tall, hovering above you at a massive seven feet and another few inches, an evenly placed mass of muscle to match, and pale grey skin adorning a few scars. His usual demonic form portrayed him as prey but as you saw him now….he was far from the definition.

You were a bit terrified he’d unintentionally tear you apart in the current state he’s in -no antagonized version needed.

“There’s no need to be so afraid of me, little one…” Alastor mused at your wandering eyes, head lowered to the crook of your neck, and his tongue licking a long stripe over the skin there before he bit down hard.

“Hah!” You screamed in pain as his sharp teeth penetrated your skin, dark blood spilling into his mouth as he T asted your flesh, and no amount of your crying made the radio demon relent his greed for it.

You were tempted to kick around, smack him hard, and resist, but the memory of his very malicious threat ceased any fight or flight response you’d developed while under his control.

Alastor grinned, retracting himself from your throat with a lick of his lips, “You’re such a good girl… so well behaved for me now…” he praised you tenderly.

You shivered as he kissed the wound he made, his compliments causing a blush to burn your cheeks, and your stomach to so several flips.

“I could just eat you alive, sweetheart….” He panted into your ear, clearly feigning like a predator on the hunt for prey, and for once you were glad to be his next victim.

“Please do…m’ all yours…” you mumble in return, dazed out of your mind as he laughs while pushing the head of his cock past your drooling folds.

“Never forget it again, my dear. Ever.”

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maxidentscene · 2 years

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skz habits that shine through when they get comfy with you

⚘ genre. fluff

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ hi I didn’t proofread this at all so I apologize in advance

chan always saves you a seat, and I mean always

“Oh, they decided to come with today?” Hyunjin wondered aloud as he saw Chan reserve a seat on the couch for you specifically. Everyone else found their own spots around the empty space, all knowing him too well

“Not positive but they said they’d stop by,” Chan shot the members a small smile, pleased with how everyone accommodated quickly, whether it meant them lying on the floor or sat on top of each other

You were more than surprised to enter the apartment a half hour late to the movie only to see that Channie had, yet again, managed to keep a spot reserved all for you

It tugged at your heartstrings. You were sure that he’d do this for anyone else he cared for, but that just meant that you were one of those people to him. Skipping over to your seat, you threw yourself onto the couch with a dopey smile, “you really made Seungmin sit on the floor for me?”

“He’d do it just to do it,” you heard Seungmin grumble from underneath you, shaking your head and clinging to Chan in an instant

lee know sits on the bathroom floor and talks about anything and everything with you while you shower

You weren’t sure when this routine started, but it was almost mandatory for Minho to seat himself on the tiled floors beside the shower after you’d get in

He claimed it was boredom, he didn’t feel like lying on the couch and waiting on you. “What if I drop some ice cubes in there?” He laughed more to himself than to you, enjoying the reaction it got out of you from behind the curtain

“I’ll start locking the door when I come in here,” you tested him, a smile planted on your face as you heard a dramatic sigh in defeat. “Tread carefully.”

You couldn’t see it, but you knew that he had his eyes rolled to the back of his head in annoyance, the shadow of his figure visible through the shower curtain. The two of you stayed like that until you were finished, as soon as he heard the water stop, he excused himself

It was always amusing to picture him waiting right outside of the door like a puppy, tail wagging and patiently waiting for you so that he could join you in whatever activity you planned next

changbin allows himself to be himself in your presence

Not only is Changbin a hard worker with a lot of responsibility, he also has personal schedules to keep up with and oftentimes, it’s hard to be around other people while watching your every move and making sure to not come across a wrong way

Of course, he can count on the rest of the kids to help him feel comfortable and he doesn’t have to put up a front when with them but that’s about it. With everyone else, he always had to filter himself, always had to be 100% present which was genuinely tiring

But with you? Someone new, someone who he was still taking time to learn and explore? He could allow himself to zone out completely. He could do his own thing when you were around without worrying about being interrupted

“Bin,” you called his name several times from the kitchen, wondering what he had been up to and what he wanted to get for dinner. However, when you found him sat down and working on some work on his laptop, you knew it was best to let him go

He acknowledged this too, the way you accepted the fact that he needed time alone to do something that he was really invested in. Changbin was full of so much love for you in that moment

hyunjin puts his freezing hands all over you when he’s cold

Although this happens almost every day, you still can’t hide a shriek every single time Hwang Hyunjin strikes. This man seems to be coldblooded or something because he is always seemingly freezing to the touch, even holding his hand out of nowhere can be a jumpscare

“Hyune!” You resist the urge to instinctively kick out as he runs a cold hand underneath the hole of your pants and up your leg, chasing the warmth of your body heat. His head is thrown back as he laughs, entire body shaking as if your suffering was the funniest thing in the world. “Give me warnings!”

You’ve come to notice that he doesn’t do this much with anyone else, though. Not even the guys he’s been with 24/7 for several years. “How come it’s only me?” You ask when he does it again on a following day, to which he just shrugs

“Why would I want their warmth?” His voice is laced with fake disgust but his words were genuine, he’d rather be freezing than have to warm up with the help of someone that isn’t you, as corny as it may sound

Ever since his explanation, you suppress your complaints, understand that this is a very unique but fond form of affection from your boyfriend. It’s annoying and you’ll never get used to his feet being pressed up against your back at random moments but you wouldn’t want to tolerate it for anyone else

han kisses. that’s it.

You’ve seen it, he’s a huge kisser whether it be a shoulder kiss or a head kiss and that doesn’t stop when it comes to you. If anything, it’s intensified because you’re just so endearing to him

“Hannie,” you can’t hide the pouty tone when you lift your finger up to his face, a very visible paper cut presented to him. He nearly flies out of his seat, quick to place the most gentle kiss

“That was fucking disgusting,” you hear one of the other residents of the dorm comment from afar, biting back your giggle as Han stands proudly to defend himself

It was evident to everyone that he has become a totally different person for you, he was already a big ball of love but it just seemed that he couldn’t keep his hands or his lips off of you. He was such a sap now that he had someone that he craved affection from so strongly

You loved it, undeniably. Loved the stupid random kisses placed on your arm or your shoulder whenever you were trying to get something done. Loved the pecks behind your ear even when they tickled. Loved the smooches all over your face when you had just finished crying

felix takes all of your Instagram pictures for you

He’s a natural at taking pictures, he loves taking them and especially so if they are of you. It’s a give and take in your relationship, being each others personal photographers wherever you go

Lix describes it as documenting all of your fondest memories together and you couldn’t agree more, you must always take a picture when out no matter how extravagant the date was. Let it be a small picnic or a big trip, every day you spend together is precious to him

“Flash a smile,” Felix orders and you obey, giving him the biggest smile he’s seen all day, loving the way he gets giddy behind the phone. “So pretty!”

Absolutely has worked out all of the perfect angles, majority of your best pictures of yourself were taken by the one and only. One thing about him is that he will never disappoint

The type to deadass get on the ground just to get the perfect shot, he does not care how extra it may seem. You are a work of art and you deserve to be treated and admired as such,at least that’s how he sees it

seungmin makes sure to order food for the both of you whenever you feel too nervous to do it yourself

He could already tell by the way that your lip was caught between your teeth, you weren’t feeling too excited to order your ice cream. The both of you stood in line, a few people ahead of you, your eyes anxiously darting across the board and trying to quickly come up with your order

“What’re you thinking of getting?” Seungmin swings your arm back and forth with your interlocked hands, grounding you and bringing you back to Earth. “Tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

Your legs felt like jelly, you were sure that the lopsided smile you sent back at him looked silly but you were smitten. There was no denying the comfort that he brought you so easily. After telling him your order, you snuggled into his arm a little deeper, maybe as a way of thanking him

As long as he could see the way your eyes sparkled when you got your treat, it didn’t matter what he needed to do. Anything was worth it to him. It amazed you how he could read you so easily

“Is it good?” He wiped the corner of your mouth with a napkin, massaging the back of your neck gently as you gave him a rather aggressive nod

jeongin takes a shit load of selfies whenever you leave your phone lying around

You could be gone for 30 seconds or an hour, as long as Jeongin could get his hands on the camera button on your phone, you’d have at least 20 new photos in your gallery

This time around, he was pleased to find a folder filled with all of the selfies he’s taken on your phone throughout the years. It made his heart a little warm to see that you hadn’t seemed to delete any of them and it also made him wonder if he should even keep the tradition going

“I saw that you’ve kept all of my pictures,” he smiled up at you from his spot on your lap, ignoring the dialogue of the movie you were watching together. “All of them? You haven’t deleted a single one? I think I should stop and spare your storage.”

It was hilarious, your reaction came a lot faster than he expected. You denied him instantly, shaking your head and grabbing at his hands, you would’ve gotten on your knees and begged if he weren’t laying on you. “I’ll buy as much storage as I need, please don’t stop.”

It was cheesy. Yeah, it was super cheesy, but god, it made him feel so warm. So good, so fuzzy, you made him feel so many things that he hasn’t felt before and he loved it. He loved knowing that you adored him

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kangnina · 28 days

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Husband!Jay 2

Here's Husband!Jay 1

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🎶Our own private party

Turn the lights down low

In this moment that has become intimate

Baby girl, the bolder the better

It's whatever you want🎶

Husband!Jay has been away on business for two weeks. It's the longest you’ve ever been apart since you’ve been married. But you know these international clients are crucial to the expansion of his company. Every night, just before your bedtime, he does a video call with you. Time zones don’t matter to him. You playfully scold him for keeping his clients waiting. “I am a man of my word. If they don’t respect my commitment to you, my life partner– they will never earn my respect as potential business partners,” he says earnestly. “How about next time, I’ll bring you with me?”

Husband!Jay gently caresses your knuckles with his thumb as you hold hands in the elevator. He opens the door to your hotel suite. You’re speechless as you look over at him. Candles and roses everywhere. “I’m sorry Mrs. Park, I haven’t been completely honest with you about why I brought you here. This is no new client. This isn’t a business trip. But I hope you’ll accept this second honeymoon as my sincerest apology.” Your brain is still trying to process how he could have planned all of this without letting a single hint slip. You tackle him, kissing him all over. You both land onto a large sofa, grinning like fools.

Husband!Jay watches the server clear the table and leave your private dining room. “Ready for dessert?” he asks. You nod your head, suspecting he’s got something up his sleeve. He walks over the door and locks it. He smirks, dimming the lights before returning to his seat beside you. He kisses you deeply, slowly. “Jongseong…” you whimper. He picks you up and sits you onto the tabletop. “Show me what you want, Precious,” he whispers against your lips. You palm his erection through his pants and he immediately unbuckles them. You pull up your dress, exposing your wet pussy to him as you lay back, rubbing your clit. “Fill me up, Daddy. Please?” He wastes no time burying himself deep in you. Hands tugging on your hips, mouth sucking all over your neck as he thrusts into you mercilessly. All you can do is take every inch while shaking and begging for his cum. He pulls out and turns you over, bending you over the edge of the table. He smacks your ass and thrusts back into you. He leans over to whisper in your ear as you come undone. “Mmm. We're just getting started. Promise I’ll put a baby in you before the honeymoon is over.”

Husband!Jay 3

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: been heavily thinking about Manager! Nanami. again, y’all know, not proof read. so some hcs, mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. first time writing for him 😵‍💫. yes most ppl, think he’s confident, and all that, i beg to differ. he seriously seems like he’d try not so hard to be obvious especially when he tries to court you.i hope it’s okay.}

🌷manager! nanami, who never even paid much attention while you joined the team as the new intern. since he hates his corporate job so much, would he even pay attention?.

🌷manager! nanami who later that week, finds himself staring as your hips sway in a tight skirt, as you walk in front of him, heading to a meeting. he quickly composes himself, to maintain professionalism and ethics. as the meeting gets started, 40 minutes into, you had to present something. suddenly, his focus is completely on you, he tries to tone it down a bit? in order you don’t feel self conscious about yourself. he’s completely zoning out, the only thing he knows is that you’re infront of him. not a single word you’re saying or what’s going on in that point of time you were presenting, registered to him.

🌷manager! nanami who as the meeting comes to an end, he tries to take his time, collecting his papers, files, so he can walk back with you to the department.

🌷manager! nanami who can’t help thinking of all kinds of scenarios, especially ones where you and him, get into empty conference room to sneak in hugs and kisses or maybe more… if you’re down.. later..

🌷manager! nanami who calls you into his cabin, just so he can try to talk to, have a small talk, get closer and preferably wants to get to know you after work, personally. he terribly fails since he can’t gather his courage to talk to you properly w/o feeling like a creep or making awkward

🌷manager! nanami who as soon as he gets to know there’s a business trip, picks you as his partner to go with, in the name of “teaching/mentoring” only to court and know you better.

🌷manager nanami who loves when you and him get on a crowded elevator bc he gets to be so so so close to him, his chest pressing against yours “I’m sorry, it’s a bit too crowded today” he genuinely apologizes but he can’t help like it all too much.

🌷manager! nanami whose eyes are on the buttons of your shirt on your bust, imagining how it’s underneath, but he snaps back to his senses, his eyes looking into yours again, as you speak.

🌷manager! nanami who can’t help stare at your lips, as you speak, wanting to know how it’d feel against his, how you’d taste and most of all how pretty it’d be around his….

🌷manager! nanami who thought his life was too dull, too boring, with your sudden appearance it’s all more vibrant and beautiful. he finds himself thinking like a teenager, trying every way to get close to you w/o making it obvious

🌷manager! nanami who compliments you when you do your work well or when you present well, which causes the rest of the department to gossip a little “maybe he likes you, y/n”, you wave your hand and laugh it off.

🌷manager! nanami who does in fact pay special attention to you, offering you rides home, randomly buying you snacks. “i thought you’d like this”

🌷manager! nanami who looks forward everyday to get to work, bc he gets to see you.

🌷manager! nanami who tries to brush shoulders each time you walk beside him.

🌷manager! nanami who pathetically tries to hide it all, without knowing how obvious he’s being.

🌷manager! nanami who is head over hells for you.

🌷manager! nanami who fell in love for the first time, with you.

(any sort of interaction is very much appreciated! :) )

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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night! uh, can u do sum for me like, it would be very very cool from you. can you do like jason x apollo reader that she’s like a ray of sunshine with absolutely anyone and he’s like so in love but she doesn’t know until he wins capture the flag/war games (it depends on wich camp they’ll be) and he’s like “this win is for y/n” and she’s like “oh my father does he like me back?” pls pls??

oh and thank you thank you thank you for writing so well and about jason (he’s so perfect but so underrated i’m crying.) thanks again, i luv ur writing!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x daughter of apollo! reader hcs

content: jason grace x daughter of apollo! reader hcs warning: none that i can think of???? author's note: this is for the THREE people that all asked for jason grace x daughter of apollo. it was really scary yall like coordinated that shit bc they all came in at the same time- also...why does apollo reader ALWAYS kick my ass like this was such a bitch to write and like...why???? stupid fucking god of poetry, suck a dick bro fr let me write in peace. im already dyslexic, what more could you want from me??

jason grace had got the hots for the sun's daughter

he couldn't help it

she was just so sweet from the moment he'd met her

he'd been helping leo with something in bunker nine

one second he was holding up sheet metal, the next it was crashing down against his already sensitive nogin

leo rapidly took the son of jupiter to the infirmary, where jason met you

"oh, jeez. another head condition, mr. grace?? giving that brain a run for it's money," you mused with a beaming smile and a soft wink

and jason was a goner

you weren't even a healer, you just liked to make the patients feel better with jokes or legit just your bubbly personality

from that moment on, jason used every excuse to be near you as much as he could

and everyone could tell what was going on with the golden boy

except, naturally, you

which frustrated jason to no end

"do you wanna come hang out in my cabin?" he offered, fighting off his blush mentally

"we always hang out in your cabin, silly," you replied with a winkle of your nose before linking your arm with jason and dragging him off, leaving him to sigh behind your back

"i- i like that shirt on you, y/n. looks really, really good," he tried again in the middle of archery practice, completely missing a shot to tell you that.

"thanks!! it's kayla's but she let me borrow it for today," you hummed, shooting a perfect bullseye shot without any effort, beaming a smile at the boy, who deflated at your lack of flirty response.

then, jason got a brilliant idea when he was talking to percy about capture the flag

he was gonna win, hopefully single handedly, and then do some grand romantic gesture and ask you on a date

should be easy for a child of the big three

except for the fact that his group was against the nike cabin, who were foaming at the mouth for a win

he prayed the gods, more specifically aphrodite, were on his side

the day finally came and jason was completely in the zone, never wanting to win something more in his entire life

well, maybe your heart but still

from the moment the conch shell blew, he was a man on a mission

people began parting out of his way, not wanting to get caught up in that mess

which made it easier to find the flag, some of the demeter kids even pointing him in the right direction

once he found it, he just dropped his sword and sprinted it over the river

bro was fast as lightening

and i think some people were kung fu fighting???

(that made me gag, i apologize-)

(could i delete it?? yes. but if i have to suffer the cringe, so do you.)

ANYWAYS, MOVING ON

jason and his team were dubbed the winners, the flag changing to match cabin one and laurels were placed on his head

bro was pracing around like a show pony, searching the crowd for you

"way to go, jason! congrats, but we're so getting you next time!" you giggled, beaming up at the blonde boy, who couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from you

"well, as far as prizes go, id say these laurels are pretty crappy," jason hummed, removing the crown of golden leaves from his head and inspecting it.

just like he practice in the mirror every morning leading up to this day, same with his words.

this is scripted and being spontaneous wasn't exactly the son of jupiter's strong suit

especially not around pretty girls

"do you guys getting better prizes at new rome or-?" you questioned and you would have said more but then jason gently placed the laurels on your head, smiling as you looked up at them in confusion.

"there, that's a much better prize," he smiled, which only widened as you blushed, ducking your head and causing the laurels to slip slightly

"that's- that's very sweet, jason," you muttered, rocking on your heels as you looked away from him.

the boy you were completely enamored with was telling you he thought you were a prize when you were certain he didn't even like you

like bro wtf???

"well, a sweet girl like you deserves very sweet," he added, enjoying the blush that was settling over your cheeks, "you wanna, maybe, go on a picnic with me?"

"YES- er, yeah, uh, that sounds great. totally, yes, im down," you reply, trying to desperately recover from your far to eager response.

"sounds like a date," jason mused, his smile unstoppable around the sunshine girl.

"more war spoils for the victor?" you teased, pushing the laurels pointly up on your head.

"if you were my war spoils, i'd never lose another fight."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #all my love ౨ৎ

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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call sign: tennessee whiskey | rooster x fem!reader & hangman x phoenix | chapter four

summary: the mission is over but the tension between hangman and phoenix has just reached its boiling point.

warnings: smut (18+ only chapter, mdni), fluff, some angst, enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of death, military & aircraft carrier inaccuracies, second person pov

wc: 8.4k

listen to: the playlist

a/n: after very rooster x whiskey-focused chapter, i present to you all my hannix obsession. i clearly have never been on a naval aircraft carrier but i did watch some videos and my god why are my tax payer dollars not going to making those way more comfortable to live on jfc?! many apologies if you have been inside a naval aircraft carrier and this is not accurate / you'd never [redacted] on one bc gross. i just needed to give #hannix the scene they deserved ok!?

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When the Dagger Squad learns that the mission has been moved up, you’re almost glad that you didn’t take it any further with Rooster. No one has successfully flown the low range course yet, and everyone seems to be in the zone – highly focused, a little snappy – that by the time you board, it’s a whole lot quieter on the carrier. While you’re disappointed not to be selected to fly this one, you think you may be more overwhelmed with anxiety about having to wait on deck, completely out of control.

“Shit,” you’d muttered to yourself as soon as you realized what was missing. You’d forgotten your lucky charm, which is how you ended up below deck ten minutes before you had to report on deck.

You wouldn’t call yourself superstitious, that is, until you’re hurrying back down to the sleeping quarters to grab your pin. It’s just a small pin, memorabilia from your father’s first record store, that you bring on every single deployment. You’d forgotten it earlier, most likely because you hadn’t been selected to fly, but figured it wasn’t worth taking a chance with.

Not with Nat out there.

Not with Rooster out there.

You grab your pin from where it’s attached to one of the handles of your duffle bag, pinning it to the inside of the sleeve of your flight suit, before hurrying out of the bunk room. As you close the door behind you, you see the tall brunette aviator waiting for you outside.

Damn, he looks good in his flight suit.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask him, a panic swelling in your chest. “Shouldn’t you be on deck? We only have a couple minutes before we have to report.”

“I saw you slip out,” he admits.

“Well, I don’t want to make you late!” you hurry him, gesturing towards the set of stairs that you both need to get your asses up ASAP. Only, he doesn’t move, placing both hands on your shoulders to stop you. You can see fear and a quiet determination in his eyes – it’s a look you recognize – look you’ve had yourself many times.

“I wanted a moment with you before we-, before I left,” Bradley explains, more candidly this time.

“I just forgot something down here is all,” you tell him, shifting nervously. “But um. I’m glad you did – wanted to see me.”

Before you know it, Rooster’s pulling you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours again. If you thought he’d kissed you like it was the last night on earth back in Fightertown, this sure as hell topped it. But you don’t want to do this – don’t want to act like this is some kind of goodbye – because he’s coming back.

He has to.

You indulge him a little longer before reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, your eyes glossy, as you stare up at the man you’ve found yourself infatuated with.

“Give em hell, Bradshaw. And then get your ass back here,” you whisper, smiling up at him.

He nods, as if he’s making you a promise.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Listening to the progress of the mission over the radio has you on the edge of your seat. You know Nat’s a tough cookie, a ruthless soldier, and an exceptional pilot, but you worry anyways, your heart pounding in your chest as you listen to the updates coming in from the active pilots over the radio.

This mission entertains the highest of highs from the first, “Bullseye! Bullseye! Bullseye!” to the lowest of lows. It’s the multiple asks, commands for contact that are met with silence that stop your heart.

“Dagger Two, do you copy?”

And when you’re all met with silence over the radios, you know it’s not looking good.

“Whiskey…” Halo trails off as the silence rings throughout your two-seater.

“I just-,” you pant, your breathing becoming heavier. Your super hornet suddenly feels incredibly small as you grow increasingly claustrophobic – something you rarely feel inside of your F/A-18.

“I just need some air. I-, I’ve got to get out of here for a second.”

You’re tearing your way outside of your aircraft to breathe for a second. You can hear the comms confirming that Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix, and Bob are all on their way back along with the request from Hangman for permission to fly Dagger Spare. But the sounds slowly begin fading away, and it feels like you’re going to throw up, your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t know how long it’s been, how long you’re lost in your head before Halo’s pulling you back into the aircraft.

“Whiskey!” she calls to you, giving your hand a big squeeze. “Whiskey! Listen!”

Sounds begin coming back to you and all you can hear over the radio are the voices of Hondo and Cyclone calling after Hangman. But he’s already taken off, disobeyed direct orders to stand down, flying fast like someone’s life depends on it.

And they do.

“Permission to strike, sir,” is the last thing you hear over the radio before the rest is just a blur.

Hangman’s shot down the enemy fighter plane, saving Maverick and Rooster from certain death, and all you can hear is a symphony of voices, cheers, and orders to return to the carrier as quickly as possible. It’s a celebration from here on out. The entire carrier staff is piling on deck, in an effort to support the landing of both Hangman, Rooster, and Maverick’s planes. When the three deplane, they’re swarmed, aviators and crew members alike celebrating a safe return home.

You and Halo are climbing out of your super hornet once again, joined by the rest of the Dagger Squad as you fight your way across the tarmac on the carrier. It all happens so quickly, and you’re practically flinging yourself into Jake’s arms since he’s the first one you see – the first one to have a spare moment. He squeezes you tightly, letting out another celebratory laugh as he picks you up off of your feet to spin you around.

“Thank you,” you finally say, as he puts you down,

He shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal, even though you all know it is.

“Just doin my job, kid,” he says, shrugging off your comment.

Phoenix rolls her eyes as the two of you exchange a glance. If there’s a time he’s deserved the right to be arrogant, this is it.

“So this is the time he chooses to be humble,” she teases, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Phoenix,” you sigh, pulling her a tight hug. “Well done! And welcome home.”

You pull away from each other, elated by the success of the mission, and the complete 180 that Maverick and Rooster managed to pull off. You steal a glance Rooster’s way, seeing him deep in conversation with Mav. You’re not going to interrupt, but you’re practically jumping out of your skin to get to him next. As you stand there, Phoenix and Hangman exchange looks. She nudges him with her elbow in the ribcage, eliciting a loud, ‘OW!’ from Jake that pulls your focus.

“What?” you ask, looking from Jake to Natasha, wondering why they were both acting so weird.

“C’mon, Bagman,” she groans, putting the pressure on him.

“What?!” he exclaims. His face falling as he realizes. “No.”

“Yes!” she insists.

“No!”

“Oh, grow up.”

“Fine.”

“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.”

As they turn their attention to you, you look from Nat to Jake, quizzically. Hangman sighs in defeat, his face falling, as he gives up on the idea that he’s going to get out of this.

He nods in the direction of Rooster and Mav. The look on his face is so genuine that you know he means it when he says:

“Go get your guy.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“What’re you talking about?” you begin to ask, shooting him a funny look.

“Nothing gets by me, kid,” Jake chuckles with a shake of his head.

He knows that, while you weren’t waiting for it, while you didn’t need it, giving you his blessing still means a whole lot.

It looks like Maverick and Rooster are wrapping up their conversation, leaving the strong embrace they were locked in before. Phoenix shoots you another look of encouragement, as she beams back at you, and it’s really all the encouragement you need.

“Okay,” you say nervously, looking from one best friend to the other.

“Okay,” you repeat yourself, quieter this time as you turn to go.

You can hear Nat celebrating behind you with a ‘yes!’ while she tries, to no avail, to get Jake to high five her.

It’s almost as if you’re working yourself up to be bold as you walk towards Rooster. He’s just standing there, sweaty and a little banged up, watching Maverick walk away as you approach. You’re not sure how, with one date and a two week period, he’s managed to have you wrapped around his finger, but in your defense it’s been an intense two weeks. Maybe it’s because you asked him to wait – making him a forbidden fruit of sorts – that’s kept you on the hook.

You’re dying to kiss him again.

That’s for sure.

It’s all about the wind up.

The waiting.

The anticipation.

“Bradshaw!” you call after him, hoping to catch his attention.

The adrenaline is still pulsing through his body as he turns around in response to the sound of your voice. He’s grinning as he sees you standing there, in your flight suit, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon. Fuck it. He doesn’t care that you don’t know where exactly this is going and that kissing you publicly will be quite the statement. As the two of you lock eyes, it’s a no brainer.

The mission is over, completed, and a wild success! You both deserve to celebrate a little.

You leap into his arms as quickly as you can. Rooster’s embracing you, scooping you off of your feet, unable to hide the silly grin that’s plastered to his face.

And then he kisses you like he almost died today, and in all fairness, he almost did. His lips are on yours like magnets. He thinks to himself that he may never get over this – may never get tired of kissing you – and it’s only just begun.

Shit, did he have it bad…

“You came back,” you whisper against his lips, as he places you back onto your feet.

“I made you a promise,” he smiles, cupping your face with one of his hands. He pauses to admire you, before leaving one more kiss on your lips.

“You’re amazing,” is all that seems to tumble out of your mouth. Before you can say more, you hear a voice call out for Rooster.

“Bradshaw!” Hondo says. He looks from you to Rooster, shooting the both of you an apologetic smile. “Sorry to break this up but uh… we gotta get you to the infirmary. Check you out after all of that.”

All of that. Right. The whole plane-being-shot-down thing. The whole almost-dying today thing.

But Bradley isn’t ready to part ways with you yet. You feel his fingers interlace with yours as he grabs your hand and asks, with a hopeful look in his eyes:

“Come with me?”

And you’re saying ‘yes’ before he can even finish his question.

You wait outside of the infirmary for him to get checked out for as long as it takes. He’s got a few bruised ribs, a few lacerations but no internal bleeding, and whiplash the doctors are sure he’ll be feeling by tomorrow, which is pretty good for having been shot down and stealing an old F-14. The minute you’re allowed to go in, you’re right beside him, with no intention of leaving. You’re not sure how, in two weeks, a man you barely know has managed to capture so much of your heart. Chalk it up to infatuation, the anticipation, or a genuine curiosity, but maybe Natasha Trace was onto something when insisting the two of you meet.

The doctors have come and gone, wanting to keep him overnight for observation. Mav should be here, but he’s not which, doesn’t surprise you considering he’s never followed protocol anyways. Truthfully, you’re grateful to have some time alone with Rooster before you dock tomorrow morning.

You double check to make sure no one’s listening before deciding to bring it up.

“Glad my little incentive worked,” you wink, giving his hand a squeeze.

You haven’t let go of his hand since you were allowed to come visit.

“Oh I-, I uh. Shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this but…” he blushes, as he stammers over his words. “But uh… I don’t want you to feel like… you owe me that or anything. I mean, I would just be happy with a second date or-.”

“Rooster,” you interrupt, your voice surprisingly even.

“If I recall correctly,” you lower your voice. You stand up out of your chair, leaning over him so that you can kiss him, just barely ghosting your lips over his. “I promised to rock your world. And I am nothing if not a woman of my word, Bradshaw.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, feeling his heart pound in his chest. His face is flushed red as you kiss his top lip, something you find oh so endearing.

“Oh yeah,” you mirror his language with a small nod of your head.

You softly press your lips against his, smiling into the kiss as you promise further, “And as soon as the medic clears you... it is so. On.”

If the adrenaline drop in his body hadn’t been a gateway for the pain to kick in, he might let you ride him right here. He clears his throat trying his best act as normal as possible, like he’s not half hard already. You feel Rooster wrap an arm around your waist, encouraging you towards him as he shifts further up the hospital bed.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he groans, squeezing your hip as he pulls you closer.

He doesn't need to ask you twice. You grin, climbing into the bed with him and curling up next to him. You rest your head on his chest as he lies on his back, laying on your side so that you can wrap a leg around him.

You smile again, thinking about how he’s called you sweetheart.

And how much you liked it.

You actually can’t stop smiling at this point.

Hearing it – the pet name – on Rooster’s lips makes you feel so silly in the best way. You’re not a soldier, not a fighter pilot, you’re just a girl with a stupid crush on a guy that you can’t wait to get all kinds of distracted with.

You can’t believe someone this sexy is also this sweet – still in total disbelief that he would even hesitate to take you up on your offer to give him the best night of his life.

As you bury your face into his chest, curling up with him, he begins stroking your hair gently, as you relax into him.

“You’re still in your flight suit,” he chuckles, the rumble of his laugh resonating all through his chest.

“Well, I didn’t work as hard as you today. Didn’t get the thing all messy. I could go change back into my uniform but… here is nice…” you sigh, sinking into the mattress with him.

“Yeah. Here is nice,” he repeats, lifting his head to steal a glance your way.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you enjoy each others’ company. Bradley runs a soothing hand through your hair as you rest your head on his chest, observing the rise and fall of each breath he takes.

It’s starting to hit you: the excitement and exhaustion of the day. Today had been an emotional rollercoaster and the fact that you’d already grown so emotionally attached to Bradley – or at least the potential of him – had ramped up the stakes more than you wanted when you arrived at TOPGUN. You let out an exasperated sigh, like you can breathe for the first time all day, and you feel like you’re finally coming down, you like that it’s Rooster who’s here to catch you. You feel the vibrations on Bradley’s voice as he says:

“You should get some rest.”

After being shot down by an enemy combatant, and he’s still trying to take care of you?! Where did Nat find this guy?! You don’t even need to see that he’s smiling to hear it in his voice. You feel so safe with him, here in his arms, even though you haven’t known him for long. You close your eyes and take a breath, enjoying the way this all feels.

Bradley isn’t quite ready to fall asleep yet, so he enjoys your company, trying his best to help you relax. As your eyes flutter closed, he feels like he should pinch himself or something. It’s been such an emotional day. Sure, his super hornet had been shot down in enemy territory. Sure, it had been a dogfight to the very end that could’ve very well been his last. Sure, it seemed like maybe he could start working towards smoothing things over with Maverick…

But this thing between the two of you takes the cake. He’s practically jumping out his skin – excited and curious – about what this could be. He’s enjoyed getting to know you over the last two weeks, and now that all bets were off and the mission was over, he was more than eager to get to know you better.

There’s something about you that’s left an impression on him, and he can’t get you out of his head. The idea that you wouldn’t be a distraction for him flew out the window after the first date – at least for him – and now that he doesn’t have to focus on a mission, Bradley Bradshaw only has eyes for you.

After looking for you in the rec room and the women’s sleeping quarters, Nat comes to the conclusion that you’re probably with Bradley – everything going according to plan. Between the success of the mission and Operation: Set Up, she’s intent on taking a nice hot shower before joining the rest of the crew for dinner. With a triumphant smile on her face, she gathers her toiletry bag, a towel, and a clean uniform, throwing them carelessly into her smaller-sized Navy-issued backpack. She then takes her down, making a note that it’s wash day, and that her hair is in dire need of a little TLC.

The bathrooms on these carriers are nothing glamorous, but at least it seems like the ships have gotten a few upgrades here and there. The showers aren’t a single stainless steel hose anymore, offering a proper shower head these days which, she thinks, is the least the Navy can do.

As she walks towards the shower, not paying attention much to her surroundings after a more-than-eventful day, she runs right into a uniform clad man, causing her to jump.

“Jesus Christ, Hangman! You scared the shit out of me,” she exclaims, as soon as she realizes who it is.

“What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at dinner with everyone else?” he asks, bluntly.

“I wanted to take a shower. What’re you doing here?” she asks back, matching the sassiness of his question.

He takes a beat. While he could make up something, say something snarky about taking his victory lap, he decides just to be honest with her.

“I uh… just lookin’ for Whiskey. Wanted to see if she was okay. Hadn’t seen her since we landed and it’s been a day,” he admits with a shrug.

Of course they’d both be looking for her at the same time. Natasha wonders if this is some kind of karmic payback for parent trapping Rooster and Whiskey. Was this universe fucking with her or what?

“She’s fine. She’s with Rooster,” Natasha is quick to answer. “And don’t even think about bothering them!”

Hangman chuckles, before rolling his eyes.

“What is with you about them anyways?” he pries, taking a step towards her.

She shrugs, before answering plainly, “I don’t know. They’re both the best people I know. Thought it was about time they met.

“And what does that make me?” Jake asks back, ready to engage in their regular game of banter.

“The worst. Definitely the worst, Bagman,” she scoffs, emphasizing the call sign she knows gets under his skin. Natasha crosses her arms across her chest as if to signify that she’ll be standing her ground on this one.

“Yeah, whatever,” he shoots back, his gaze following her.

She takes a step forward with every intention of pushing past Hangman so that she can shower, but something stops her. Nat looks down for a moment, only to meet his eyes with hers once more as she looks back up. She feels it’s only right to give him proper credit where credit’s due.

“I suppose… not today, though,” she concedes, treading carefully. “Today… you get a pass, I guess. But don’t let it get to your head.”

“You’re right,” he smirks, his lips twisting into an arrogant grin. “I am the hero of the day. Glad you finally recognize, Phoenix.”

She rolls her eyes, already annoyed by the blonde.

“Oh fuck off. I’m not stroking your ego,” she mutters, taking a few steps towards Jake, the only thing standing between her and a hot shower.

“Well, I got something else you could-,” he starts, an arrogance in the way he talks that makes her want to punch him in the face.

“Don’t even finish that!” she cuts him off, warning him with the look she sends him.

“Ha! That’d be something,” Jake quips, with a raise of his eyebrows. “A sight for sore eyes, Trace.”

“You wish, Bagman,” she banters, attempting this time to push past him.

She lets out the smallest gasp of surprise when Jake doesn’t move, putting her toe to toe with her frenemy. Her eyes meet his green ones once more and she stops, standing so close to Hangman she’s not sure what the hell is going on anymore.

“Yeah. I do,” he drawls, under his breath.

Her head spins for a moment, and for once, she doesn’t have a witty reply or a snarky comment to say back.

She searches his face for any sign that he’s going to take back what he’s said – like there’s no way it could be real. It’s got to be some joke, so dig to get under her skin, an attempt to throw her off her game. But the longer she waits, it begins to dawn on her that it’s not a quip, an arrogant pass at her he’d call a flirtion, or a line he’d use on some bartender at the Hard Deck. It almost sounds like… an admission.

Normally, she’d find it hard to believe – that there could be a genuine side to Jake Seresin – but her mind wanders back to the morning after the bird strike. She’d woken up the next morning and, despite her best efforts, Hangman was still there. He’d spent the night at the hospital with her and Bob despite needing to report for duty at 0800 that morning. She couldn’t imagine that that chair had been remotely comfortable to sleep in, but she’d tried not to think too hard about it.

“You-, you what?” she asks in disbelief. Her eyes flicker away before returning his gaze again, like he’s just said something so absurd – like he’s just said he’d like to transform into a flying monkey.

But when he doesn’t answer, Natasha can’t stop the overwhelm of questions bubbling up in her head. The look on Jake’s face is a total curveball that she’s not quite sure what to do with. He’s just patiently awaiting her response, only a little smug that he’s rendered her completely speechless.

She doesn't know what possesses her to do so – maybe the leftover adrenaline from the mission, the high of flying – but she’s got some questions she’s determined to get answers to. Questions like:

Does Jake Seresin want to kiss me? And what if I like it? What if I like it more than I hate him?

Slowly, Phoenix raises her hands up to his chest, the tension between them thick. As she balls her fists up with the fabric of the camo uniform he wears, curling her fingers into the woven fabric, Jake watches the movement of her hands in anticipation. The hard planes of muscles underneath her knuckles are hard to miss. It’s not like she hasn’t seen the man shirtless before… but feeling him? Feeling what’s been underneath this whole time is a different story.

“What’re you doing?” he asks her, so quietly, as if speaking any louder would scare her away.

“A fucking science experiment. What does it look like I’m doing?” she mutters under his breath. And in a way, she is.

“I-,” Jake starts, hesitantly.

“I’m testing a theory, Bagman, so… how about you just kiss me?!” she exclaims, impatiently.

He doesn’t need more encouragement than that.

Jake folds his much bigger hands around both of her wrists, pulling Nat closer to him with a quick jerking moment. The little gasp she lets out causes him to smirk and for a moment, she doesn’t hate that that’s what his face looks like when he does it.

“I should warn you. I’m an incredible kisser,” he coos, his voice low like he’s trying to do his best Johnny Cash impression.

“Oh shut up!” she snaps, grabbing his face in both of her hands to crash her lips against his.

It’s the one thing, she decides, that will get him to shut up, and boy, does it work. Natasha presses her lips against his over and over again, sighing into his mouth as he kisses her with a hunger that surprises her. She lets herself get lost in his lips – the way his mouth feels against hers, the fervor and desire they seem to communicate – she realizes that she doesn’t want to stop. It’s almost annoying, really, how much she doesn’t want to stop.

Jake thinks he may be imagining it, unable to comprehend that Phoenix just may like kissing him more than she expected to. His breath hitches in his throat as he feels her tug on his neck, practically dragging him into the bathroom on the carrier and slamming the door shut.

He watches as she turns around to lock the door, and he just can’t help himself.

“What? Data not conclusive enough?” he teases her. “Or you just need more of me, Trace?”

“Yes! I mean, no,” she answers, almost too quickly. Natasha slides out of the straps of her backpack before placing it down next to her.

“I think I liked it better when you weren’t talking, Bagman,” she snaps, busying herself with the lock on the door. “And I didn’t want anyone to see.”

Jake stands behind her as the click of the door locking rings out in the carrier bathroom. He wonders if she regrets it – only brought him in here for another fight, to tell him it was a mistake and that they shouldn’t have kissed. He slides gentle hands around her hips, pulling her back towards him once more. This is the point of no return, she thinks. The way she sees it, they have two options: she could tell him to stop, or they could cross this line and never look back.

“We can stop if you want to,” Jake’s voice rumbles out from behind her, his tone of voice softer; lighter.

He’s wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as she stumbles backwards into him. The way he touches her is gentle, thoughtful, and surprisingly respectful because he wants her to know that he means it.

We can stop if you want to.

But she doesn’t want to.

Instead of answering, she reaches up, pulling her hair to the right side of her neck, offering Jake fucking Seresin more of her body. She can’t believe this is what it’s come to. There’s a lump in his throat as he watches, swallowing hard in response to her newly exposed skin. He rarely sees her with her hair down, and Jake can’t get over how beautiful Natasha Trace really is. And this hair… all of this thick, luscious dark hair? It’s giving him ideas….

Jake begins to leave soft kisses over the top of her shoulders, kissing and then sucking on her bare skin. Jake doesn’t know how much control he has left when he hears the first moan escape from her lips, pressing her ass back against him. He uses his lips and tongue again, desperate to hear the little noises she makes as he continues to kiss her neck.

“I don’t want to stop,” she finally confesses, making sure he knows that she’s in.

Maybe this all made sense.

All of the bickering back and forth, all of the eye rolls and looks of dismay, all of the resentment and tension had to be let out somehow, didn’t it? Jake feels so damn charged up, and he’s losing his fucking mind with the way she arches her back against him. He’s not going to second guess it, not going to think twice about going where this was going.

Hell, maybe it’s just a ‘what happens on the carrier stays on the carrier’ kind of thing. He doesn’t know and he doesn't need to know right now - not with how good she feels against him.

There’s a momentary loss of body heat as Nat takes a step forward, and just when Jake’s about to say something, she’s turning back around, pulling the top of her uniform over her head and tossing it on the floor. She grabs his hand, pulling him towards her before crashing her lips to his once again. It’s as if she can’t get close enough to him, her skin on fire if she doesn’t get what she needs from. Hell, she hasn’t even let him get a good look at her in her bra yet before she’s pulling him back to her, so desperate to have his body against hers.

Her lips are all over his once again, sucking on his top lip so feverishly she knows that both of their lips will be kiss-swollen afterwards. Cupping her face so tenderly, Jake licks her bottom lip, begging for entrance before tangling his tongue with hers, falling further and further down this rabbit hole.

Jake begins to leave hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and her neck, his hands running up and down her now-bare abdomen. She takes note of how warm his big hands feel as they explore new territory.

“Not there,” she whines, as he sinks his teeth into the top of her shoulder. She can’t believe she lets out a giggle following, before she adds: “Don’t want anyone to see.”

Jake chuckles, the vibrations deep in his chest as he says, “You think you run this show, darlin’,” in between kisses. With his mouth ghosting over the skin of her collarbone, he looks up at her, catching her brown eyes with his green ones. “Think you can keep me as your dirty little secret?”

“You are my dirty little secret,” she’s quick to reply, though she’s lost in the way Jake’s mouth feels on her.

“Hmm,” he hums into her skin. “Seems like I’m going to have to show you otherwise.”

She wishes she had a better reply, but she doesn’t, and soon enough Jake’s sinking his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot above her collarbone, earning a sigh of pleasure from her. His tongue snakes out to soothe the sting of his teeth, and he’s satisfied knowing that when she sees the mark on her body tomorrow morning, she’ll think of him.

“Fuck,” she groans, only mildly annoyed that he won this one.

There’s something about her – something about how she always has the upperhand – that makes Jake want to consume her. He wants to pull the sweetest sounds from her lungs, he wants to see her lose control, eager to turn the otherwise composed aviator into a mumbling desperate mess for him.

For him, and only him.

He’s not sure when this started – when he started feeling this way – and he wonders if she’s been thinking about this as long as he has. He grins as he pushes her against the bathroom door, another moan escaping her lips, caging her in between his body and the exit. He strips off his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him, before his mouth and hands begin to move lower.

Fuck.

So that’s what’s been lying underneath the flight suit…

Nat indulges herself, her eyes selfishly taking in the defined muscles of his back and shoulders as Hangman moves down her body.

“Thought I’d give you something to look at,” he brags, cockily.

Before she can come back with a witty remark, Jake’s kneeling on the floor, pulling her uniform trousers down her legs, encouraging her to step out of them. He reminds himself that he wants to make this last, wants to drag this out for as long as possible, wants to be the reason she loses her mind entirely today.

“What’re you-?” she pants, running a hand through her hair. She allows his hands to guide her body where he’d like her to be, pinning her up against the door. She looks down, and the sight of Jake Seresin on his knees for her makes her breath hitch in her throat.

Instead of answering, Jake looks up, his green eyes gleaming with desire as he glides one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Hangman,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed. Jake presses a soft kiss to the inside of her leg, just above her knee, as she finally uses his actual call sign. She figures it's the least she can do if this is going where she thinks it’s going.

She feels him smile against her skin as his mouth moves higher up, loving the way his call sign sounds falling from her mouth.

“You don’t have to-,” Natasha stammers, her breathing getting heavier and more uneven as Hangman works his way up higher and higher.

“Oh but I’m going to,” he coos, a smirk on his face. “You just relax, sweetheart. I got this.”

He wonders if he should ask – make sure she’s okay with it. But the sound that comes out of her mouth is like music to his ears when he pulls her panties to the side to get his first taste of the aviator he’s never been able to get out of his mind.

“Oh fuck!” Phoenix cries out with the first contact of his tongue, her eyes snapping open.

Hangman looks back up at her, meeting her gaze as if to make sure he should move forward. She nods, and he’s practically ripping her cotton panties off of her, pulling her hips closer to him so that he can properly do this. Jake’s mouth is back on her, his head between her legs, licking a broad strip up the entirety of her hot, wet heat.

Who knew that something that was so wrong could feel so right?

She’s beginning to lose control as he wraps his arms around her body, his hands grabbing onto her ass so that he can hold her in place. Jake’s mouth, something she could care less for in any other circumstance, is the one thing bringing her the most pleasure, making her see stars, causing her to cry out as she tangles her fingers into his blonde locks. Head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, Jake brings her over the edge. He thinks he could get off just to the sounds she’s making, her legs shaking, as she moans his call sign when she cums.

Nat braces herself against the door, her arms shaking as Hangman stands tall, towering over her once again.

“Holy shit, Hangman,” she whispers in between breaths, blinking her eyes a few times. “Who knew that mouth of yours was good for more than pissing me off.”

With a shit-eating grin, he’s kissing her again, letting her taste herself on his lips as she drags her teeth over his bottom one.

“I have a condom in my bag,” Nat mentions, in between kisses.

“Yeah?” he asks, pulling away for a moment.

“Yeah, in my toiletry bag,” she adds, breathlessly.

Jake cuts the kiss short, bending over to grab the backpack that sits next to their feet. He holds it close to her chest, instantly finding her toiletry bag. Jake unzips it, holding eye contact with Nat as his hands search for a foil wrapper. Unwilling to lose this game, Nat maintains his gaze, noticing that he’s found the condom in her periphery. Holding onto the condom, Jake drops the rest of the toiletry bag, daring her to do something about it.

Nat snatches the condom out of his hands, and before she can do anything else, Hangman’s picking her up, more than satisfied when he feels her legs wrap around his waist. He makes big strides to the bathroom counter, setting her down as she lets out a squeal. Phoenix busies herself with tearing her bra over her head, then focuses on getting Hangman’s pants off as quickly as she can.

He helps as much as he can, letting the trousers and his briefs fall to the floor, his belt hitting the floor with a clang.

She bites down on her bottom lip, holding back a moan as she sees Hangman naked for the very first time. He very well could be the biggest dick on this carrier – in more ways than one. Nat wraps her legs around his waist, this time using them to pull him closer, something Jake finds incredibly hot. He lets out what can only be described as a chuckle and a groan simultaneously. With forehead pressed against hers, he lets his hands trace over her bare breasts, sending shivers down her spine as he lightly pinches one of her nipples.

Nat’s mouth is back on him in an instant, swallowing his moans in her mouth while she pushes hips against him.

“Phoenix,” he drags out, hissing as he feels just how wet she is.

She can see how much he’s holding back with the tension in his clenched jaw, trying to maintain control. She smirks in response, pausing the motion of her hips to run her hands down his naked torso. Jake’s grinning like a cheshire cat as she does it, watching her carefully as she admires his hard work.

“Like what you see?” he baits her.

“Just put the fucking condom on,” she orders.

God, he loves how bossy she is.

Jake reaches for the condom where Nat’s placed it on the counter. His hair is messy from the way Phoenix has pulled at it – from when they were making out, from when he was between her legs eating her out. He takes a few steps back so that he can put it on, tearing the wrapper open and tossing it to the floor. Nat watches him carefully as he slides it on his rock hard length, excited by the anticipation of it.

Holy shit, she thinks to herself. I’m about to fuck Jake Seresin.

And it had been too damn long since she’d last gotten laid.

She’s reminded that she’s never been good at hiding her facial expressions when Jake asks:

“You uh… you good?”

She shoots him a confused look in response as he takes a step towards.

“I mean. I just want to make sure… that you wanna do this?” he adds, softer this time, as he searches for clarity within her.

This is a new side of him she’s seeing.

“Come here,” she encourages, holding her hand out to him. He takes it, taking a few steps forward until he’s standing right in front of her. Jake waits for her to continue, for her to tell him something, but instead of words, Nat’s sliding her hands over his shoulders, pulling him so that she can kiss him.

“Damn, Hangman,” she says, her eyes flickering over back down to his length.

Maybe he did have a reason to be so cocky after all.

He chuckles, followed by a hiss as he feels her hand wrap around his dick, dragging his latex-covered length over her core. Jake leans in, cupping her face as he plants one more kiss on her lips once more before lining up the tip of himself with her entrance.

They both gasp at the feel of each other, a brand new sensation as he enters her for the first time.

“Holy fuck, Trace,” he groans, pushing further into her. “You feel too damn good.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she pants, enjoying the delicious way that he stretches her.

When he’s finally all the way in, Jake gives her a moment to adjust. He kisses her gently, and with the way she’s pulsing around him, he thinks he deserves a gold medal for exercising this much self restraint. He begins to pull out, pushing back in at an experimental pace a few times. He fills her so well, but she won’t tell him that yet.

“C’mon, Hangman,” Nat whines, in regards to the incredibly slow pace he’s set for them. “That all you got?”

Pausing just as he fills her completely, Jake looks at her, raising an eyebrow.

“Should’ve known you’d like it rough, Phoenix,” he croons. He’s mentally preparing himself because while he wants so badly to ruin her, he thinks he may ruin himself while he’s at it.

“Should’ve,” she dares him, her voice filled with lust, dying for him to properly fuck her.

He meets her brown eyes once more with his, almost as a warning, like this is the last chance she gets before they both lose control. Nat’s lips twist into a smile when she notices the way his jaw twitches, so on the edge of going mad.

“I’m not going to back out now, if that’s what you’re waiting for. And I want your best, Lieutenant.”

Jake groans in response and he feels his dick twitch inside of her when she calls him ‘Lieutenant.’ He grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and earning the sweetest moan he thinks he’s ever heard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, before pulling out only to slam back into her with a force that makes her see stars.

“Fuck!” she shouts, feeling the rough snap of his hips.

It’s as if he’s lost all reins of control. Jake pounds into her with an urgency that’s made him dumb. The way she moans his various names, cries out when he hits that particular spot deep inside of her, grasps at his shoulders, his back, his hair. And then she’s snapping her hips into his with an equal amount of intensity, lifting one of her legs up over his shoulder, making Jake wonder if she’s always been this flexible.

What the hell had he been missing out on?

Had they just wasted all this time bickering, bantering, and competing back and forth when they could’ve been doing this?

He doesn’t think he’ll last much longer with the way she’s squeezing around him. With one leg strung over his shoulder, he grabs Nat’s hips, fucking into her like he means it.

“Fuck, I-, I think I’m gonna,” she stammers out, the pleasure all too much.

“Phoenix, god damn,” he moans, though he’s hesitant to keep up this pace wanting to make this last longer. “You feel too good.”

He’s not sure what it is – perhaps, the slightest change in pace, a hesitancy that wasn’t there before – that grabs her attention.

Her eyes snap open as she warns him.

“Don’t you dare slow down,” she begs, though it comes out sounding much more like a demand than a please. Nat bucks her hips into his, so close to her orgasm. “Seresin, please.”

And it’s the way that she says ‘please’ that makes him think he’d give her anything she wants. He drives into her, holding her hips down as he takes her over the edge, with an intensity that could launch a missile into space. She’s crying out to the gods – words like Seresin, Hangman, and fuck – but not Jake when she cums. But Jake could care less, because she feels too good, and he’s right behind. He cums with a strangled moan, burying his face in her neck as he fucks the both of them through their highs.

Natasha tries to catch her breath, coming down from her high. She feels him begin to soften inside her, and Jake pulls out, leaving their close quarters to dispose of the condom.

“Um, so that happened,” she sighs, running a hand through her as she tries not to pretend that she’s not still weak in the knees.

“It did,” Jake says, returning to where he stands right in front of her.

She hops off of the bathroom counter, standing toe to toe with Jake once again. Her legs are still shaking, but she doesn’t want Hangman to know that. She braces herself against the counter, using her arms to give her more stability so she doesn’t give herself away.

“I um- I’m gonna shower. See you at dinner?” she stammers, trying her best to act normal.

“Uh yeah,” Jake exhales, thrown by how casual she’s being.

Like he hadn’t just been inside of her a minute ago.

He can’t tell whether or not he sounds as disappointed by her comment as he feels, because he can barely get a read on her.

Nat stands up taller, wrapping her arms around his neck once more to kiss him goodbye. She gives him a half smile, before pushing past him to gather her things for the shower.

He’s not sure what he expected. That they’d fuck and he’d finally have the courage to tell her how he feels? That she’d tell him she’s had these feelings for him for a while now? That now she won’t be able to get him out of her head?

Jake can take a hint, and as Nat turns the shower on, he begins to get dressed. Pulling his uniform trousers back on, he walks over towards the door to the bathroom, picking up his shirt too.

He steals one more look Phoenix’s way.

She seems to have busied herself with setting out her things for her shower, preoccupied with well, anything but him. Phoenix keeps her eyes fixed on the small travel-sized toiletries she’s collecting for her shower, and when she hears the door close behind her, she knows Jake has finally left.

“Shit,” she mutters to herself.

She’s not sure how to feel about what just happened, but she feels like an asshole about how she just handled the aftermath.

They fucked. And she liked it.

She regrets not saying more, but it’s as if, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the words out. Part of her feels bad for kicking him out like that, and the other part of her feels relieved because what the actual fuck just happened.

Phoenix steps into the shower, hoping the feel of the hot water against her skin will give her some clarity.

What the fuck just happened.

And why?

And why do I want it to happen again?

And what does this mean?

She barely hears the door open over the sound of running water. It’s not until she hears footsteps, a rustling sound of a toiletry bag, and the clang of a belt hitting the floor that she realizes she’s no longer alone.

So much for getting to think overthink in this shower…

“Phoenix?” shee hears a voice call after her, surprised to find that it’s the same voice that had been moaning her call sign a few moments ago.

“Uh… what’s up?” she asks, her eyes widening as soon as she realizes it’s Hangman.

When he doesn’t answer, she pokes her head out from behind the shower curtain. Hangman’s there, a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist, his back pressed up against the edge of her shower stall.

“You forget something?” she asks, matter-of-factly. She’s unable to fathom that, after practically kicking him out and most likely wounding his ego, that he’d be back for more this soon.

He shakes his head, shrugging carelessly as he asks:

“Can I join you?”

There’s an arrogant smile on his face, something she bet works on most women. She’s barely caught up with herself before her mouth is saying ‘yes,’ her mind still stuck on ‘what the fuck is happening?’

Nat ogles him shamelessly as Jake removes his towel, making as much space as she can for him in this tiny shower. He steps in, and they maneuver themselves around the small space so that they’re chest to chest. Jake hasn’t taken his eyes off of her, holding her gaze as he finds himself here with her… again.

Nat breaks their staring contest, following her fingertips as she traces shapes across his broad chest. She’ll give it to him. Maybe you do earn some rights to being an arrogant son of a bitch when you look like this. She raises her other hand to his chest, gently dragging her nails down his torso, earning a hiss from Hangman.

She smirks, as she looks further down.

“Already, Bagman?” she asks, eyeing his growing erection.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he rasps, his eyes closing as she wraps her hand around his increasingly hard length.

“You love it,” she counters, her voice soft and velvety as she taunts him.

And as he turns her around so that he can slip himself back inside of her for the second time today, she finally says it. It’s sounds like something between a strangled moan and a desperate plea as the word tumbles out of her mouth:

"Jake."

read: chapter five

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mae-i-scribble · 2 years

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Having recently gone through the beginning of orv bc i adore the webtoon, i really have to be in awe at the amazing way orv presents the character vs person argument in the first third of it’s story. Because I would say up until after the demon king selection arc orv is can be assumed to be an isekai/power leveling fantasy deconstruction. And as and entire novel, it is somewhat, but it moreso encompasses themes much broader than a genre deconstruction, along with kinda throwing out that typical story structure halfway through to do its own thing.

And personally how orv goes about presenting the character vs person argument is not only the best i’ve seen in an isekai context, it sets up a very nuanced interpretation of how kdj sees the “characters” around him that is not just “oh he saw [insert name here] as a character until [some event].” Nor is it “oh kdj refuses to understand the people around him because he only sees them as a character.” From the beginning kdj has been shown to realize that the people around him weren’t simply characters following a script, and out of every character who read the WoS novel, he’s by far the one who treats them with the most humanity, even if his assumptions on their behavior are flawed. I’ll only be talking about the beginning sections of orv in this because while the entire novel build on that character vs person conflict, this beginning section is where it is best presented as a deconstruction of genre tropes. It also is what is responsible for setting the groundwork for those big moments later on in the novel, and without this section of story establishing Dokja’s perspective on the issue those moments would lose their tension.

I’m not really going into this with any sort of proper essay format or organization of thoughts besides for vaguely chronological, so if things are all over the place I apologize in advance.

While orv begins with Dokja sort of “shell shocked” at the novel he’s followed for so long coming to life around him. At this point, he very much treats Namwoon, Hyunsung, and Joonghyuk as characters only. He kills Namwoon out of personal dislike and the belief that Namwoon would never change his psychopathic ways. Hyunsung he admires, making comments along the lines of “i never imagined i would be able to meet his character in real life.” Joonghyuk is a similar story only with far more disdain, because Dokja realizes just what a bastard Joonghyuk is at this point. I do think it’s important to know that while Dokja was ultimately wrong about Namwoon, he was absolutely correct in reading Joonghyuk’s intentions when they first meet on the bridge. So even when Dokja sees novel characters as being ripped straight from the pages, he is not completely right nor completely wrong in his understanding of them as people.

As we are introduced to more novel characters with Jihye heralding Joonghyuk’s return, the most important thing to examine with the character vs person aspect is how Dokja interacts and interprets their actions. And for all purposes, there is not a single difference in how he treats party members like Sangah and Heewon vs Joonhyuk or Jihye. None of how he presents himself changes drastically, regardless of the status of the person. The only thing that changes is the fact that he knows what to say to poke and prod at them in the ways he wants to, whether to motivate, or to annoy, etc etc, because he has such extensive knowledge of them from following their story. And even then, even then Dokja has those assumptions shoved in his face when Joonghyuk occupies one of the hidden safe zones during the 3rd scenario. If he were any less resourceful then that assumption would have cost him his life, and he clearly recognizes it as such. When Hyunsung mentions how it seems Dokja has known him for a long time, Dokja doesn’t brush it off or treat it as a useless comment, he recognizes the weight of what Hyunsung is saying- of what he himself is doing by pretending to be a distant friend while knowing so many details of Hyunsung’s life, and it clearly bothers him a bit. Already, Dokja is moving away from the perspective seeing novel characters as characters only, because from the beginning all the novel “characters” are asserting their agency and personhood.

The next major moments come with the cinema dungeon, first up being the scene when the company is in the titanic movie. When Jihye moves to kill the simulations, saying that it doesn’t matter because they’re real and the simulation is just a character, Dokja is left looking on to think over her words. Again, his perspective is challenged and Dokja seriously considers the implications of such. When they get to the sea battle reenactment, and Jihye breaks down, Dokja doesn’t use his knowledge of her as a “character” to convince her to stand up again. He tells her his honest thoughts, the same attitude he’s shown to Gilyoung and Sangah and Heewon. That she isn’t wrong for wanting to survive. That she cannot atone for her actions with death but must live on. Frankly, I have a hard time believing that such an emotionally charged speech comes from any point of distancing the same way one would if they only considered a person to be a character who needed the right catchphrases.

Concerning the fight between Dokja and Joonghyuk in the cinema dungeon, I actually don’t think it has much to add to this character vs person argument orv is building, but it does go to show that even if it were true that Dokja sees all WoS people as being characters only, that perspective is not without emotion or humanity. Dokja wasn’t simply a reader watching over a story, when he read WoS he was fighting alongside these characters, urging them to keep going, to keep fighting for a better world.

Now, next up comes the most important distinction, and one of orv’s best ideas when it comes to expanding on this character vs person conflict: introducing other readers of WoS. Now Dokja is our baseline to compare to others in similar standing to him, and the results are incredibly telling. The apostles refuse to even acknowledge any novel character as human, let alone treat them with decency. When Dokja confronts them about it, they shrug it off, claiming its sad that these characters don’t even know they’re characters. When attacking Dokja’s station, they target Jihye specifically because she is a character, reveling in beating/humiliating her. This is what it means to only see a character as a character, and it is nothing like what Dokja has been doing.

After that, we get the other brilliant twist that when apostles reach a point past where they read, they become “characters,” complete with acting as if other character have always been a part of the world. This, to me, is when Dokja stops separating the people from the characters. In a world where a person can become labelled as a character under his skill, who’s to say what the difference is? Certainly not Dokja, who even when he did have that distinction changed very little about how he treated them. Now it’s simply people he read about in WoS vs people he did not.

A small sidenote here regarding Sooyoung, while being an author herself, she’s certainly much more scathing in her interactions with who she considers a “character,” and while not quite touched upon in the webtoon, she tends to deny the agency of those she considers characters far longer than Dokja ever did. Although the two of them end up in very similar positions later down the line.

Now, all of this is not to say that Dokja seeing Joonghyuk and co as characters first doesn’t impact his relationship with them, because it undeniably does. But none of that shows in how Dokja treats them, it shows in how he perceives their intentions, most notably with Joonghyuk. But considering that as the sole reason why Dokja does so is to ignore the fact that Dokja is not the best at interpreting any sort of positive emotion directed towards him, even more so in the very,,, roundabout way Joonghyuk goes about showing that he trusts Dokja and regards him highly. He has no idea how high a pedestal his little gang is setting him on despite spending literally all of his time around them. When people like Hyunsung and Sangah mention wanting to get to know him more he’s completely befuddles as to why they would even want to.

Additionally, citing the fourth wall as responsible for creating the distance between Dokja and WoS characters doesn’t hold up to me because the fourth wall creates a distance from anyone and everyone, regardless of status. It lets him perceive all of reality as fiction, not just the cherry picked portions. Thus creating another layer of non-distinction for him- equally distant from everything and everyone, the only person in the world who can see it quite the way he does.

Another argument that can definitely be made in more detail is that Dokja’s understanding of Joonghyuk as a character in the beginning is the key factor in letting their relationship blossom. Had Dokja not known what he does, had treated Joonghyuk in reverence like the other apostles do rather than the bastardy coniving way of his, Joonghyuk never would have opened up. What makes Dokja stand out to Joonghyuk is that he keeps challenging the regressor. Challenging him and winning. It’s the speech in the cinema master dungeon where Joonghyuk realizes Dokja cares about him far more than he realized, even if he cannot comprehend how or why.

Anyways, I won’t go any further than that, and if anyone made it this far, here have a cookie for your troubles thank you for sifting through all that. While I think a lot of what I’m saying is like, basic textual shit that doesn’t deserve such a long post for, it still means a lot to me to say it. I feel like the most common fandom interpretations of the character vs person argument and the fourth wall at the beginning of orv so greatly oversimplify and honestly ignore what orv is trying to say in a bad faith reading of the text. Whereas Dokja’s growth is far more complex and subtle than just “he stopped seeing people as characters.”

#orv #omniscient reader #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #while not a romantic post it is regarding their relationship which i consider inherently romantic so-#should be webtoon only reader friendly #let me know if not #anyways this is too many words for one night never let me do this again

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From Katniss' POV, we know that every district has specialization about their main product or industry, such as District 3 (technology), D4 (fishing), D12 (coal) etc.

What kind of economic system do you think Panem have?

If we can draw parallel with real world right now, which country is the most similar with Panem?

What's your opinion about this situation on Panem and its system?

Thank you 😊

@curiousnonny

Wooo This is a question that has forced me to look my ignorance in the face and confront it! It has been an interesting reflection and I'm a little nervous about responding. 😅

If I have to choose an existing economic system, none of them convince me completely because I don't think they fit perfectly with what I imagine Panem to be. But if I have to describe it, I think it would be a mixed system based on dirigisme but with an extreme policy of economic nationalism (I know it sounds a bit weird, but it's a dystopian society 😅).

My limited knowledge of international economics does not allow me to think of a country similar to Panem. But my experience in political marketing makes me think of something, and it is Disney. My headcanon is that Panem is not run as a country or with the idea of a nation but as groups of conglomerates led by the people with the most monetary (and therefore political) influence and a single CEO (at least in Snow's time). Not only because of the distribution of the types of industry, the way labor is used, and the forms of oppression, but also because of the very specific type of propaganda and how it is presented, especially the political use of the myth of prosperity and false meritocracy.

My opinion about Panem and its system is that, like all economic systems that oppress and exploit the worker, it was destined to fall one way or another (I know, I'm very original hehe 😅). Not only because the rebellion and subsequent revolution were inevitable. Also because their marketing strategy is full of flaws and does not do its job within the districts.

Thanks for your question! It's been a while since I've had to learn about something that took me out of my comfort zone. 😊

Note: I used the translation app to answer so the grammar is probably horrible. I apologize.

#I don't know if it makes sense #probably not #but the reading material was very interesting #ask #thg meta #this question was difficult

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lixxen · 2 years

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Jake Martin Headcanons/Drabble

Hi I'm uh,,, I'm very gæ for Adrian Chase and Jake Martin so I decided to write NSFW headcanons for Jake. This one is geared towards me and they're highly specific. I feel like I should apologize? But alas,

Sorry not sorry.

This is a male!Reader since I haven't seen a single one and my thing is male reader fics. This was originally an NSFW but then I said ✨no✨.

This draft is many many months old. I'm currently at Disney World posting this.

Also, I HC Jake as bisexual w/ women preference and he just doesn't realize it until later on

When you first meet Jake, he's floored by how attractive you are. Normally Jake doesn't go for guys, but hot damn. You're one nice looking dude in his opinion and he couldn't resist this one

You're a mechanic who is the complete opposite of Jake.

Jake was a jock and you were the more "witchy" type (as Chuck described). You generally wore darker and more "rustic" (as Kevin called it) clothes with different gemstone bracelets or necklaces, depending on what you were doing that day. Your hair had grown out simply because you had been too lazy to cut it, so it was constantly clipped back

It amazed him that someone so cool looking would ever be a mechanic, and the others seemed to think it also (maybe not the cool part to them, but you in general working there). But everyone had respect for you like they did for the others. Chuck automatically gravitated to you since you were quiet and knew your shit. He appreciated the fact that you preferred to work in silence

Getting back to the point, Jake absolutely wanted to see you outside of work. At work. He wanted to always be around you

Jessie teased him for stumbling for your attention and making a fool out of himself around you. You'd just laugh at it and help him up if he fell

It went on for a while until one night, you were by yourself after shop closed up

It was quiet inside the shop and it rattled you to the bones every single time you heard a noise. You were trying to fix part of the car that had broke and you had told Chuck you'd stay behind. He told you not to, and yet here you were regretting staying

After a while of being paranoid, you heard the door open and a quiet whistle. You panicked and picked up a wrench, ready to fight

Jake came around the corner and jumped at the sight of you. You two both screamed and you threw the wrench

Thankfully, Jake was able to move out of the way on time. He stared at you for a second before whining about almost being hit

You argued back that it wasn't your fault and the two of your broke out into a full argument

You were defending yourself, as Jake shouldn't be here in the first place

Jake felt like you shouldn't throw things at people

The argument was stupid

"Why are you even here?" The angered tone seemed to snap Jake out of his frustration

Jake responded that Jessie forgot to turn off the simulation and he had to come back and turn it off

You sigh and turn back around. But then you realized that the simulation wasn't on when you got here. You stopped by the gym to check to see if anyone was there

Jessie was trying to set you two up

You huffed at the realization and shake your head

Jake starts rambling about how you two should totally hang out one of these days. He seemed to move past the fact that you almost hit him in the head so he could flirt

You watched Jake quietly, taking in his body language. His normal facade was almost convincing, but you could see he was fiddling with his bracelet slightly

It was a giveaway that he was out of his zone

You just smile at him and he stops rambling at the sight. He blinks at you with the half mortified look he usually wears when something he doesn't understand happens. He then takes a deep breath

"Would you like to go out some time?"

He actually did it.

You're shocked for a moment before nodding your head. What's the worst that can happen? You two don't get along and you have to change jobs?

Actually, yes. That is the worst that can happen.

You accept and tell him that it wouldn't hurt to try

He seems to absolutely light up in joy

The next day, Chuck simply stands next to you quietly as he inspects the part that you fixed. It only took him five minutes to finally say something

"Out of all of the people, you chose the idiot?"

#x reader #fanfic #male reader #jake martin #the crew #jake martin x reader #jake martin x male reader #male reader insert #vigilante #adrian chase

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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Hi ! Sorry to pop out of nowhere like that but I wanted to ask what keeps you motivated to write ? Because I've been writing for a few months but the more time goes by, the less motivated I feel.

People rarely interact with me, they just like and scroll. I'm trying to engage interactions but it doesn't work like that. I feel like I'm pouring my entire soul and energy in my writing but I don't have get much in return. I really don't know how I should feel. Sometimes, I'm wondering if my writing is the problem. I don't know. You're kind of a popular writer around here so I wanted to have your opinion or advice on the subject. If you don't mind of course.

Sorry for the long rant 😓

Hey anon.

No, you're good, no need to apologize. I am sorry it took so long to reply to this I didn't forget and I wasn't ignoring it. I get asked this a lot and I just wanted to compose something thoughtful and honest and hopefully helpful. Buckle in this will be long. I apologize in advance.

Honestly, I understand your feelings on this. I can understand it gets really hard to write when interaction is minimal. I can understand that it makes you feel like what's the point and make you want to stop or even doubt your ability to write well even when you feel like you are putting everything into your writing. I know so many people who feel this exact way and I get it.

So here we go. The advice I can give, and I hate to give it because in no way do I feel like I am qualified to give any (that damn imposter syndrome is a bi*ch🥴), is instead of writing with an expectation to get something back i.e interaction, likes, reblogs, popularity, etc, write for YOU. Write every single day, write everything you can, especially things outside your comfort zone, and genres you would be normally, try new ways of writing because through that you get stronger and better and your ideas also get stronger and better.

The one thing many don't realize is that most and probably all writers whether indie, traditionally published, freelance, or hobby go through this. Either their work isn't picked up for traditional pub, or their indie work gets such low to no sales, or their hobby writing gets little to no hits. It's a rite of passage I've learned. It is also a test to you not only as a writer but of your character and drive. either one quits and moves on or they say hell no and push forward.

For me, it means I can't just give up on it and mope because of it. If writing is truly something you (and to be clear, I use you loosely and generally, it is not pointed at you) love and wish for as a career you have to push forward through it, you have to develop really tough skin and a seriously strong neck to keep your head high and in the direction of your end goal.

When I started writing on here when the 1st Black Panther movie came out (holy hell it's been such a long ass time) my writing didn't blast off and I didn't gain tens of thousands of likes or readers who interacted regularly by liking and reblogging right away, it took time. There was no instant gratification. In fact, it took a lot of work, dedication, consistency, and effort into developing a way to set myself apart from other writers because there are a lot of us on here.

Nevertheless, for me, writing has never been primarily about interaction and things of that sort. It's been about sanity and finding a way to keep sane in this world as well as escape a little through my worlds and characters. I don't write on here and post for anyone other than me. I've found a way to let all the other stuff fall to the wayside because it will mentally trap you and make you go on this endless loop

And I know this is so much easier said than done. I get it completely. It does take time and work to change your mindset and not allow the things you mentioned to bog you down. I know the work and introspective it takes and it's hard. Yet, it is worth it.

I stay motivated because it is still fun for me. Writing is still something that doesn't feel like a job, it is something I can always depend on to get me out of a bad mood or lift my spirits when I'm not feeling my best. I stay motivated because my head still produces the ideas and it is still exciting to plot out worlds and characters who are assholes, angels, and everything in between and I still have plenty of stories to tell that I know no one else will be able to tell like I can, in the way I can, and the way I envision it.

The same is true for your writing. You have a story to tell in your way and you should write it and share it because no one will tell it like you. No one has the ability to. I doubt that your skill as a writer is the problem. That is always our go-to intrusive thought that maybe our skill is subpar or the content is not engaging enough to capture the readers. If you feel that way truly find someone you trust on here or in RL who can serve as a neutral reviewer and have them provide constructive criticism.

Push forward. I like to hold on to the saying "Build it and they will come". It's stupid but it applies to writing, write it and the readers, etc will come. It may take time but it will happen.

Also, think of it this way a like is an interaction too. Yeah, we may want paragraphs of praise or thoughts and feedback on if it was good and j get it, but a like can also be someone's way of saying "I enjoyed this, I have no thoughts that are worth sharing but I read it and enjoyed it." I know it is the bare minimum that can be done but it is something.

I am all about looking at the small victories these days, the small accomplishments, small gestures, etc. It can help.

I hope this was helpful and it didn't come off preachy, harsh or condescending because it absolutely wasn't meant that way at all.

#ask lee #lee answers #writing advice #writer struggles #writers problems

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cryptidswitch · 2 months

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Nothing kills me more than we businesses pay absolutely zero attention to how to handle employees with mental disorders.

I have anxiety among a plethora of other things, but most relevent in the situation is anxiety. They constantly are piling more and more work on me in an area I haven't been in for damn near four years and I can't accomplish what they want from me. They assign us a huge task list for a five hour shift and give us areas that are just absolutely wrecked and expect us to take a demolished area to 100% perfect.

Oh yeah except we have four areas in a five hour shift and the first hour is spent doing a completely different task. On top of that we are still expected to backup the cashiers when the line gets long and help fulfilment when the number of carts gets too high. Oh yeah and help guests and spend about half an hour to forty-five minutes pulling items from the back for our area.

Tonight, I was on my way to go to the bathroom (the first time I left my area all night) and the supervisor happened to catch me talking to a guy in tech who was telling me it was his last day. She then proceeded to chew into me about talking when I have stuff to be zoning and how I haven't had a night where things were good in my areas.

This causes me to panic...because I have anxiety and my shit 100% was not going to be complete, especially when the manager for the just dropped off a full cart of reshop from the front.

I then panic zone the rest of my shift, stay 15 minutes over desperately trying to finish my impossible task, and then I go to clock out defeated.

Same supervisor who chewed me out asks me if I'm okay, because at this point I'm hyperventilating (and with my absolute lung ripper of a cold is making every breath hurt) and then I just go into full blow panic attack

I'm violently sobbing and hyperventilating in the chair in her office and I'm pleading with her that I got as much done as I could and I apologized profusely

Fun fact, I have an absolute phobia of failure and I'm a people pleaser. These weeks of just being setup for failure every single night have just shredded my mental health and since I go straight from taking care of my two year old all day then into work I get no break.

I just wish people would have even a hint of common decency

And when I'm having a panic attack about not getting things done, don't tell me how I need to "See it from my perspective when I see you talking to people"

#rage #rant #if this job wasn't my insurance for me and the baby I'd quit right now

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sadsexybaby · 1 year

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trigger warning for depression, self harm and suicide subjects!!! I need a safe place to rant, no one has to read this if you don't feel like it

well I've been struggling with major depression my whole life basically. I've been diagnosed since I was 15 and have been medicated since. I have a hard time settling for a therapist, I can never stay more than 2 sessions with one and it's a struggle. Plus, 1 hour a week is not enough for me to let everything out and then go home with my head full of the worst thoughts I have and not being able to talk them out anymore. It's a struggle. I like comfort zones, I need them to keep me from overthinking so much but it's been years since I was settled in any type of comfort zone. I had uncertainties about my future when I was in school, during my first University (which i dropped out from after a year) and during my second one, especially after graduating. I know the direction my life is going right now, I know where it leads, but I can't help but feeling like I'm constantly on a tight rope, constantly waiting for something to go wrong, to push me down. I'm scared of myself, I'm scared of life. I have so many emotions, feelings and needs that I've always had to repress because I know I am too much, I've always been. But it gets exhausting. Sometimes I feel like i'm not made for this world. I can't be too sensitive without pushing people away and hurting myself in the process, physically and emotionally. And this has been my whole life. I do not fit in, I'm too overwhelmed by the world and it's lack of compassion and I'm tired. I've been surviving. I don't know how. I must have a pretty damn good guardian angel or spiritual mentor of some sort. I wish I knew what being sane and healthy felt like for once.

Being born mentally ill with a powerful depressive genetic charge is a fucking challenge. I honestly don't know how I didn't take my own life as a child, because I contemplated it many times. I wrote a suicide letter at 9. Apologizing to my parents for being so weak. For not being able to handle this cruel world. But I had too much empathy, and as much as I'm in constant disbelief that I deserve to be loved, it would be unfair to disregard my parents' love for me. As cold as my dad was. They are the reason I'm here today and I worry that I won't survive in this world anymore once they're gone. I haven't been able to find emotional support in anyone like I have with them, and it scares me. I'm not good on my own. I can't be alone, I have tried. I can't survive. I feel guilty every single day for leaving them behind, even though I did it for my own happiness. I love what I have now, I'm finally being able to be independent and have a relationship with a person I love, but I am terrified for my life. And I miss my mom and dad. I have lost so much for being so mentally unstable and as much as it hurts I don't wanna lose this. I can't. Even thought I don't have a nest to comfort my heart on where I am, I have so much of what I always dreamed to have. All I ever wanted was to be loved as much as I love. To want a future, a home, a family of my own. And I'm building that right now. But my sick mind keeps getting in the way and I am frightened that it may cost me my dream. I've never felt so accepted by a group of people like I am being right now. Ever. It took me leaving the country for this to happen. It's nice not to be bullied and excluded for once.

I have been handling my anxiety better than I ever have before. I haven't had many panic attacks or anxiety crisis'. 100% of them were caused by my fears of losing the love I have now. I guess big choices and big changes are like that: you win big and you lose big. But only one loss would actually completely devastate me in irreparable ways, if you know what I mean. I'm still learning how to exist in many social situations, romantic relationship included. I have been overprotected my whole life by my mother, knowing how sensitive I am, and consequently I ended up being overprotective of myself, scared of everything, unaware of myself. Shyness is a fucking curse. That's why from intense embarrassment, I became my biggest punisher. Mentally and physically. I resorted to self harming as a way to, not only attempt to transfer my emotional pain to a more tolerable sole, but to give me the punishment I deserved for being so damn impulsive and ruining everything. It's the way it worked. But I'm a terrible liar, and soon the people around me found out. No one quite knew what to do and honestly, neither did I. I broke the promise that I wouldn't do it again so many times, for years. Not giving in to the intrusive thoughts of jumping on the train railroad, jumping off the window, jumping from a moving car at fast speed, throwing myself down the stairs, throwing myself at the river from the bridge, etc, was and still is one of my biggest struggles. I only wish I was brave enough to hurt myself that way. That would turn what my mind feels into something physical and maybe for once I would suffer from actual pain, and not just my sick mind beating me up every single fucking day.

However, as hard as it is, i've been succeeding. I didn't think I would make it this far without at least slitting my skin, but I have. I contemplated it uncountable times, but I didn't go through with it. I don't really know where the small amount of strength I have comes from, but I have a strong guess that it's from love. That's why I can't allow myself to not be this sensitive. If i don't allow myself to be loved and to love, it's the end, for real. I know it's been a recurring cliche for ages that the power of love will save you and blablabla, but it's been there for a reason. It's the fucking truth at the end of the day. Without love, we're doomed, and I mean it. Doomed. I wouldn't have lived as much as I did so far if I hadn't been loved. Even if it was just my parents. It was strong enough to keep me there. When I couldn't stay here for myself, I stayed for them. When I contemplate leaving this world, I think of my partner and how unfair it would be to leave them so soon. I think of my long distance friends who look forward to seeing me again. When I don't love myself enough to be alive, I let the love I allow myself to receive to keep me here. If I don't have love in my life, I don't want a life at all.

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suyacho · 3 years

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First off, I wanna say that I feel like I characterized Tengen terribly, it’s my first time writing an actual piece for him outside from headcanons so I apologize and I really hope it lives up to the expectations🥲

Tengen isn’t married to his wives in this, that should be clear. Also this is NSFW content, minors do not fucking interact🥰

A/N: The reader is 20 in this and Tengen is 23.

edit: you guys came running for tengen smut after the new episode didn’t you guys? calm your horny asses down /j

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI - teacher!tengen - student!fem!reader - fingering - oral - swearing - nicknames - unprotected sex - degrading - rough - spanking - hair pulling - creampie / choking - 2,6 k words

don’t fucking reposts or recommend my works on any other platform, it’s in my rules, you guys are getting annoying ignoring the rules.

You sighed as you hurried over to your class, being late once again. You had stayed up, trying to finish several projects that were due today, yet you didn’t finish every single one. The project for art class still had to be done and if that wasn’t bad enough, you had that class right now.

“I’m sorry I’m late-” You mumbled, walking into the class and not even bothering to knock, only to feel your teacher's eyes on you. “Well sit down, you’re staying after class.” He answered, continuing his class as he kept his eyes glued on you.

The male shook his head slightly and finally looked away from you, making you let out a relieved breath. Your teacher was young, he was 23 while you were 20 and you hated to admit it but his glares had some kind of effect on you, he had some effect on you.

When you started art college, you were genuinely excited to finally chase your dreams. It took you a while to be able to afford it but after many sleepless nights and shifts back to back, you finally had all the money.

It all went pretty well until you had your first art class, meeting your teacher for the first time. You were taken back by his age when he introduced himself, how could you not? You never expected someone that young to be a teacher, especially not someone like him yet you couldn’t help but to think that he was quite attractive.

Things started going downhill from there. Your teacher, also known as Tengen, was quite the flirt, especially or well, only with you since you were close in age. You didn’t mind though, as months passed on you found yourself staring at him in class, zoning out and sometimes even having certain thoughts about him, hoping he didn’t suspect anything.

He was one of the reasons why you hadn’t finished your art project yet. You couldn’t help yourself from getting distracted in his class and doing anything but the project. Sometimes you’d even end up drawing out your imagination, hoping he didn’t see it because it was quite the illustrations sometimes.

The male distracted you outside of school too and you hated it. You hated how bad you wanted him and how much he was on your mind. You hated how his flirting probably meant nothing yet you found yourself falling for him. You hated how he effortlessly made your heart skip a beat and you hated how good he looked.

How your mind wandered off as to how he would look on top of you, how he would look being close and feeling good, all because of you but of course it was nothing more than a silly imagination, right?

You slowly drifted away even more in your thoughts, squeezing your legs together and pretending to pay attention to class when your mind was somewhere completely different, thinking your little game worked but you were wrong.

Before you even realized, class was over and you were still sitting down in your chair, thinking about a few things until you got snapped out of your thoughts. “Hello???” Your teacher waved in front of your face, his face being inches away from yours while a light blush crept up your face.

“Class has been over for 5 minutes and all you have been doing is staring in front of you.” The male spoke, locking his eyes with yours as you swallowed a breath. You didn’t wanna react the way you did but you were frustrated, sexually. This tension that had been in the air for months didn’t help it either.

“Mind sharing what you were thinking about?” He whispered into your as he leaned closer to you, making goosebumps appear all over your body. “Sorry I’ve been just distracted lately-” You mumbled, collecting yourself as he laughed a bit.

“I think you should drop the lies-” Tengen started, glaring at you and shaking his head once again. “You have been late to class the past weeks, drifting off in class, not finishing projects- do you want me to continue?” He continued and you didn’t answer, you didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little drawings or the way you’ve been staring.” He smirked and your eyes widened in shock. Tengen knew about everything all along?

“It’s not what it seems like-” You answered quickly and he laughed. “Hmm sure- Whatever you say. I think you deserve detention for not paying attention in my flamboyantly good art classes.” He spoke, searching for eye contact with you.

“Maybe you should let me show you what true art is, you know both of us want it.” The male continued, lifting your chin up with his fingers, smirking a bit at the sight before him.

Tengen usually wasn’t like this yet he couldn’t help himself around you. It was a lie to say that Tengen didn’t have a single interest in you, to be fair, you weren’t the only one thinking of things he could do, Tengen did exactly the same.

That’s why you being a “bad student” in his class was perfect, he had an excuse to spend extra time with you.

“Then show me.” You mumbled, being bold for once as you leaned in. Tengen smiled and closed the gap, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss as the two of you ached for each other hungrily.

You grabbed onto Tengen’s hoodie and pulled him closer. Tengen slowly pulled back, earning a small whine from him as he laughed. “Just how needy are you?” He breathed, lifting you off your chair and putting you down on his desk.

“You’ve been flirting with me for months- Just do something.“ You snapped, pulling him closer to you again as he stood between your legs, resting his forehead against yours. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here, whose class are you failing again?” He asked, rubbing up and down your thighs slowly.

“Y-Yours sensei..” You mumbled quietly, gasping for air when he rubs you through your clothes. “Hmm that’s right-” He smirks, pushing your panties aside and ghosting his fingers over your entrance.

“Sensei please-” You whined, watching his face and noticing the effect it had on him and smirking to yourself. Tengen didn’t wait longer as he slowly pushed two long fingers into your walls, watching your face in pleasure.

“You’re so wet already- Just what exactly have you been thinking about?” The male asked, spreading your legs more as he slid in another finger. You covered your face slightly in embarrassment, knowing he was aware of your day dreams and letting out soft moans as he continued pleasuring you with his fingers.

“N-Nothing much sir-” You mumbled, throwing your head back slightly and leaning on your shoulders. “Nothing much huh?” He spoke, slowly moving down onto his knees as he looked up at you.

Before you even realized, Tengen was between your thighs, his breath ghosting over your wetness. You whimpered softly and shot your eyes open, looking down, only to be met with his eyes looking up at you. “S-Sensei what are yo-” Without even finishing your sentence, you were cut off by a moan as he licked along your slit.

You were taken back by his sudden movements and gripped onto his hair, squeezing your legs around his head and biting your lip to hold your moans back, only to feel him smirk against you. How would you explain it to anyone if they walked in and saw your teacher between your legs?

Tengen didn’t give you much time to think about it though. The male slowly started to work his tongue on your clit as he moved his fingers a little faster, somehow making it feel like he knew your body like the back of his hand.

“S-Sensei-“ You whimpered, only to be met with him humming against you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. Tengen was enjoying every single second of it, the way you moaned out for him sent vibrations straight to his cock.

He was the only one you fantasized about and that made you feel like that after all.

“I’m c close-“ You warned him, tugging on his white locks as he groaned against you. Curling his fingers as he was knuckles deep inside of your hole, making sure to keep his eyes locked with yours.

Your legs slightly trembled as he started sucking on your clit, his free hand gripping onto your thigh tightly and holding you in place.

“F-Fuuck-“ You breathed out, almost choking on a moan as you squeezed your thighs around his face, releasing all over his fingers as you breathed heavily.

Tengen grinned a bit, saliva dripping down his chin as he helped you through your high, leaving small bites on your inner thighs.

You tried to catch your breath as you still held onto his hair, your legs slightly trembling. “T-Thank you sensei-“ You thanked him, looking down at him, only to be met with Tengen sucking his fingers clean while looking up at you.

“Don’t thank me just yet.” He warned you, getting up and hovering over you, making you whimper a bit. “I’m nowhere close to being done with you, pretty girl.“ The male whispered, grabbing your face harshly and pulling you in a heated kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

Squeezing your legs as your hands traveled down his chest, slightly moving his shirt up while you felt his abs, only you were pushed back on the desk even more. Your curiosity continued as you ghosted your fingers over the bulge in his jeans, making Tengen pull back as a breath hitched in his throat.

There was a string of saliva connecting the two of you while you breathed heavily, his forehead resting against yours. “Well can I take it out then sir?” You asked innocently, rubbing him through his jeans.

“Fuck you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?” He groaned, pushing his jeans down to his knees whilst your hand slipped into his boxers, stroking his length a bit and swallowing a bit, being taken back by his length. Tengen bit his lips slightly, whimpering a bit when you pulled his boxers down and his hardened length got hit with the colder air.

You continued stroking him as you spread your legs slightly, looking up at him with a begging look. “Oh you thought everything would go your way? After you fail my classes and drift off in your thoughts, thinking about slutty things like that?” He spoke, slowly putting your hand away and grabbing your hips, pulling him closer to him.

“What’s gonna happen is, you’re gonna be quiet for me while I fuck you nicely okay?” The male whispered into your ear and goosebumps appeared all over your body as you nodded slowly. “Such a desperate slut-” He grinned and without realizing it, you were bent over the desk, your chest against the desk.

“S-Sensei?” You whimpered, only to be met with a harsh spank on your ass. “Shhh, I got you pretty girl-” He smirked, teasing his length over your slit. “P-Please-” You begged as he slowly pushed the tip in. “Only because you’re asking nicely-” He answered, pushing in in one quick thrust, making you moan out loudly.

Tengen groaned loudly, loving how he got swallowed by your warmth, holding onto your hips tightly, slowly spreading you open. You sure weren’t a virgin still your teacher was bigger than you had imagined, almost being too much for you to take.

“Fuck-” Tengen cursed out, slowly starting to move as he watched his cock dissapear into your body, slapping your ass harshly again, only to be met with a loud gasp. “S-Sensei!” You cried out, holding onto the desk for support.

The male slowly picked up his pace, watching your ass bounce with every thrust and loving your moans and small mines every time. He had been waiting for this for so long so he was going to make it last.

His thrusts started being rougher as he fucked into you at a brutal pace, making you arch your back slightly. You bite your inner cheek to hold back your moans from his deeper thrusts, your eyes rolling back slightly.

Tengen smirked at your reaction and pulled you closer, hitting that spot buried deep inside of you over and over, waiting for you to scream out his name. “S-Sensei!” You choked out, clenching around his length from all of the pleasure.

The male slapped your ass once more, smirking when you whimpered a bit and yanked you by the hair, pulling you closer so your back was pressed against his chest, making you gasp out for air.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” He whispered into your ear as he wrapped a hand around your throat, choking you slightly. “I’m s-sorry sir-“ You barely got out, struggling to keep yourself up from the rough thrusts.

“You’re sorry now?” Tengen laughed, thrusting up harshly as he pulled on your hair, ruining your hole. The sound of skin slapping and your loud moans filled the room as you held onto the desk for the slightest bit of support for the way your legs were trembling.

“I’m sorry please-“ You apologized once again, clenching around his length. Tengen noticed you were getting closer as his cock twitched inside of your warm walls, holding onto your side tightly while his other hand moved down your body.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He whispered into your ear as he started rubbing your clit just the right way. You closed your eyes and leaned on his shoulder, choking on your moans while that nickname went straight to your heat.

Tengen hit that spot one more time and you came undone, releasing all over his length as your legs slowly gave out and you fell over the desk, your legs trembling like crazy while Tengen continued moving, riding out your high and catching his own.

“Fuuuuuck-“ He groaned, looking down at his view and running his hand through his hair, spilling his load inside of you as he continued riding out his own high and breathed heavily.

“Sensei-“ You mumbled brokenly and Tengen smirked, knowing damn well that he taught you a lesson. The two of you caught your breaths and Tengen fixed you up, he slowly pulled your panties up as you looked at him in shock.

“Shhh- be a good girl and hide our little secret okay?” He spoke sternly and you nodded, squeezing your legs together a bit.

He continued fixing your school uniform, running his hands through your hair and rubbing the tears off your face with his big hands, pecking your lips after and smirking a bit.

Tengen gave you time to calm down, holding you in his warm embrace for as long as you needed. The male knew you deserved better aftercare but this was all he could give you at school right now.

“You look so good all fucked out-“ Tengen told you, helping you with standing up straight and laughing a bit when you struggled. “Oh shut up-“ You answered, slapping him playfully as a slight blush crept up your face.

“Meet me after school’s done- I think you need more help with art class.” He smirked, writing something on a little note and putting it in your bra. “But we can’t-“ You answered quietly and Tengen shook his head.

“I think you haven’t learnt your lesson yet. We’re gonna need many more.” Tengen winked, hinting at other times while watching you leave the room while you struggled to walk normally, smirking at the sight as it was feeding into his ego.

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The Ex Friend (Part Three)

Luke Patterson isn’t used to any part of life as a ghost, let alone trying to figure out the drama between Julie and Carrie’s friends. However, he has a feeling that there’s more to Y/N L/N, Julie’s old friend, than meets the eye.

part two / masterlist

Luke sits across from the girl he loves. They’re fresh out of one of Y/N’s gigs, talking about all the things in the world. He’s holding her hand, absentmindedly tracing patterns with his thumb. Ever since Luke found out he could actually touch her instead of simply passing through like everything else, he’s rejoiced at the chance to use this power as much as possible.

They’ve been sitting peacefully for the last half hour or so, but Luke notices that Y/N’s face has recently changed from content to quiet, as if she’s thinking about something. There’s something stuck on her mind, something more than him. He has to know what it is, although Luke already has a feeling that he might have figured it out.

“What’s up?”

Y/N glances up hastily, as if she hadn’t noticed that she’d descended so completely into her own head. “Oh, sorry. Zoning out, I guess.”

Luke reaches forward to poke her on the shoulder with his free hand. “You want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

Y/N sighs. “I keep thinking about Julie. In all honesty, I haven’t stopped feeling bad about what happened to our friendship ever since those first fights between her and Carrie. I didn’t want to lose what I had with Carrie, so I chose her side, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t regret it.”

Luke nods slowly. “I thought you and Julie were doing better. I saw you guys talking a few times after our shows.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “Kind of, but it isn’t the same. We’re kind of dancing around the whole issue, like we’re acquaintances who’ve just met instead of people who’ve been friends since the first grade. Every time I try to apologize or get closer, Flynn shows up out of nowhere and escorts Julie away, or Julie makes up some excuse to go. I don’t know what to do.”

Luke inclines his head. “Have you directly addressed the fights, or are you just trying to move around it?”

Y/N’s brow furrows. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t directly apologized. I could try that, I guess, I just don’t know how to be alone with her long enough to manage it. Flynn should be there too, I guess.”

Luke presses a hand to his lips contemplatively. “Julie and the Phantoms has a show coming up. If you come to that, I can find a way to get Julie and Flynn to hang around long enough for you to get them alone.”

Y/N’s eyes shine. “You’d do that for me?”

Luke chuckles. “I’d do just about anything for you. I thought we already covered that.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. “You’re so dramatic.”

Luke clasps his free hand to his heart. “Dramatically in love, maybe. I can’t believe you’d call me out on that.”

Y/N giggles. “I had no choice but to call you out. I haven’t seen this many theatrics since Sour Candy’s last show.”

Luke arches an eyebrow. “You’re comparing me to Carrie, the sworn rival of my own bandmate? Out of friendship, I feel like I have to cut you off now. Starting now, I may never look at you again out of spite.”

Y/N smirks. “You’re still holding my hand.”

Luke shrugs. “I don’t see your point.”

Y/N’s laugh might be one of the best sounds on the planet, second only to the angelic chorus when she sings. “Of course you don’t.”

She leans forward to kiss him, ducking away just as quickly when Luke tries to kiss her back.

“What was that for?” He asks.

Y/N laughs. “I’m proving that you can’t let band rivalries come in between us. Also, I won’t be letting these rivalries come in between Julie and me anymore. I’m going to do it, Luke. I’m fixing this.”

Luke studies her proudly. “Look at you go. So determined. I like it.”

In all honesty, though, he is. Luke knows what it’s like to be angry at a former friend- ever since he found out Bobby stole all of Sunset Curve’s songs and didn’t give them a single shred of credit, he’s been absolutely furious. It’s hard, sometimes, to compare the boy who had been their good friend and the guy who had taken their last legacy after death without a second thought. How do you weigh both parts of Bobby against each other?

Needless to say, if Y/N can find a way to make amends with Julie, it’s kind of like Luke is living by extension through her. He can’t fix this friendship with Bobby, partially because he doesn’t want to at all, but maybe Y/N can solve her problems with Julie and then it would all be alright.

That’s his main motivation, at least. Also, he doesn’t like seeing his girlfriend and one of his best friends struggle with something that could be avoided. Luke can already picture it- him, Y/N, Alex, Reggie, and Julie all hanging out, maybe writing songs together or just having a good time. It would be practically perfect.

So, when the show rolls around, Luke’s all nerves, and not just because it’s yet another chance to get Julie and the Phantoms’ name out there. Julie might suspect something, probably because Luke’s about as good a liar as a five year old wracked by guilt. All the same, Y/N’s here. The best Luke can do is go along with the plan and hope things work out, especially because Carrie’s here too and looking none too happy about it.

After the show, Luke rushes over to Julie, asking her and Flynn to head over to a more secluded part of the backyard. He conjures up some excuse about how someone wanted to talk to the only visible member of the band and her manager about future gigs, but it does the trick.

Julie and Flynn disappear to the other side of the yard, and Luke flashes Y/N a thumbs up. She looks nervous, but heads after them. Luke isn’t sure whether or not he’s supposed to be there, but he can’t help it, so he follows them. He does stay out of sight, though. He doesn’t want to be a distraction.

He poofs into place a few moments before Y/N arrives, so he gets the perfect view of the surprised looks on Julie and Flynn’s faces before they manage to school their expressions back to neutral.

Flynn looks like she has several words to say, but Julie manages to speak first. “Y/N. It’s good to see you.”

Y/N nods. “Likewise. Look, I really wanted to apologize for everything. I’ve been unnecessarily mean to you guys, and I regret all of it. Being friends with you guys was amazing, and I miss it every day. If I could go back in time to tell myself not to burn those bridges, I would without a second thought. You don’t have to forgive me immediately, but I wanted you to know that I still think about those childhood memories with nothing but happiness.”

A heavy silence hangs in the air for a few moments, and then Julie rushes forward to throw her arms around her former friend’s shoulders. Y/N looks stunned, but quickly hugs her back.

“Y/N, I need to apologize too. We’ve been awful to each other, and I really wanted to tell you that you were amazing, and always have been. There’s no reason to avoid each other so much.”

Y/N beams, even more so when Flynn steps forward as well. “What she said. I’ve been trying to stay mad, but it’s practically impossible. Your voice is killer, by the way. If we’re cool, I’m expecting Julie and the Phantoms x Y/N crossover songs. We are cool, right?”

Y/N grins. “Of course we’re cool. I think we’ve been cool for a while, just didn’t know how to say it, right?”

Julie nods, but her expression falls flat when she sees someone approaching behind Y/N. Y/N, sensing a change in her friend’s demeanor, turns to see Carrie stalking towards her across the backyard. The girl looks furious, likely because Y/N’s been caught fraternizing with the enemy.

For half a second, Luke thinks that Y/N’s going to run, but then she squares her shoulders and greets Carrie with a smile. “Did you catch the show? I thought it was amazing.”

Carrie scoffs. “Don’t try and blow this off like it’s nothing, Y/N. We all know what you did.”

Flynn raises an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

Carrie gives Flynn a cutting glare. “I don’t remember involving you. I’m talking to my friend, or someone I thought was my friend. I try not to pay attention to you unless absolutely necessary.”

Y/N holds up her hands. “Both of you, stop. Carrie, I’m allowed to talk to my friends. I’m not getting in the middle of you guys. We are not as different as all of you like to pretend, and I’m sick of the arguing. Julie, your voice is incredible, and your songs make me want to burst out in tears and sing at the top of my lungs at the same time. Flynn, I have never met somebody so devoted to their friends, I don’t know how you do it. Carrie, I am inspired every day by your confidence, and your dancing is iconic every time. All of you, can we please stop fighting for a second and realize that we were always better as friends?”

Carrie takes a half step back. “Well, don’t keep all that to yourself. Any other stuff you want to say before you finish lecturing us?”

Y/N throws up a hand. “I’m not trying to demean you, Carrie, just point out that you can’t get mad at me for wanting to keep my friends, which includes both you and Julie and Flynn.”

Julie’s nodding. “I agree. You don’t have to like every part of me, but we can do without the constant criticism of each other.”

Carrie snorts. “I like that you’re acting like I’m the sole problem. Don’t you guys talk bad about me every time you see me?”

Flynn grimaces. “You’re not wrong there.”

Y/N nods. “See? All I’m asking is that you guys give it a breather for a while. Maybe you don’t partner on every assignment or move in with each other, but just take it easy. Please.”

Carrie sniffs. “Maybe. I suppose it was a good show after all.”

Julie grins. “I’ll take that as a strong compliment. I love your outfit, by the way.”

This makes Carrie’s face light up, although she does her best to hide it.

Across the backyard, someone calls Carrie’s name and she heads out, Julie and Flynn following her.

Once he’s sure that the drama is over, Luke appears by Y/N’s side. “I’d say that went pretty well.”

Y/N nods, watching them go. “Better than I thought, actually. I don’t know how long the truce will last, but I have high hopes.”

Luke chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I like that about you. Optimism to the max.”

Y/N smiles into his chest. “Well, I hoped that I could have both my friends and my boyfriend, so I’m glad that worked out.”

Luke tilts Y/N’s chin up with his finger so he can kiss her for real this time. “Trust me, I’ve never been happier.”

The afternoon grows longer by the minute, the dusky sun just beginning to set. For Y/N and Luke, though, they’re doing just fine. Let the time pass. They’ve got years to go, and for once, everything is smooth sailing from here.

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