#except for one pastry but i don't think it counts

[technologyvoid]

You know something is wrong when you wake up from a healthy 8 hours of sleep feeling refreshed and get a headache and start feeling tired not 30 minutes later

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 30]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

"Uncle Junghyun? What are you doing here?" You blinked in surprise, seeing the older male. The male looked up at you, standing up and hugging you. It took you a while to process that he was actually here before you hugged him back.

"You probably thought I was your dad, huh?" He elbowed you teasingly. You rolled your eyes.

"Dad will not come here without making a scene. Plus, he doesn't have the patience like yours to sit here and wait for me to be done with the morning shift." You scoffed.

"I hope you've had a snack." You raised an eyebrow as you took the seat across the table from him.

"Of course. I got a jam pastry. I knew you were the one who made it. And might I say, it is delicious." He chuckled.

"How did you know I made it?"

"It was one of your mother's favourite pastries. Of course, you would have her recipe in making it." He said. This brought you back to the conversation you had with your father last night.

"So, what did the old man do to make you leave without a goodbye last night?" He asked as you took the seat across the table.

"It's nothing. He just... was being dad... You know how he is." You looked away. How could you bring it up? There was nothing to bring up except for the fact that your father was bad in dealing with situations and that it was the first time you were hearing there were rumours you weren't your father's biological child.

"Hmm, secretive as ever." He smirked.

"Not that, I just don't think it's worth wasting time over. Every time I'm with him, we argue and fight. It's the same old story, we get under each other's skin." You sighed.

"I get it. Alright, let's talk about something else then." He said, eyes shifting to look at something else. You tilted your head in confusion.

"The tall one at the cashier, he's the one?" He asked, sipping the remainder of his coffee.

"How'd you know?" Your eyes widened, turning around to see Yunho standing by the counter. He was a bad actor, it was obviously he was trying to busy himself with something else.

"He was oddly defensive when I said I was a family member looking for you. And when I sat here, he kept glancing over with a mix of worry and curiosity. I have to say, he isn't very subtle with his spying." Your uncle chuckled.

"Uncle..."

"Don't worry, I won't mention him to your dad. Besides, your dad and I aren't as close as you think anymore." He said.

Yunho watched curiously. Seeing your relaxed form as you spoke to the man, he figured that he wasn't your father. After finishing the dinner preparation, Seonghwa came out.

"Oh, it's uncle Junghyun." He sighed in relief.

"That's her uncle?" Yunho turned to the oldest. Seonghwa nodded his head.

"Not blood related. But he's close with her dad, known each other since they were kids. They've been business partners since forever so (y/n) grew up seeing him often." Seonghwa explained.

"Oh, no wonder he's dressed so... nicely? I'm just glad that isn't her father or I may have to escort him out of here." Yunho tilted his head as he tried to describe the way your uncle was dressed. Seonghwa laughed and nodded his head in agreement. Suddenly, you stood up and waved Yunho over.

"Me?" He pointed at himself, surely you meant Seonghwa. But you nodded in confirmation and Yunho headed over.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jeong Yunho." He was quick to introduce himself without you saying anything, giving a deep, respectfuly bow as he held the man's hand with two hands.

"Relax, son. I'm Junghyun, (y/n)'s uncle." Junghyun chuckled.

"Right, since he introduced himself already. Yes, boyfriend, uncle." You gestured to each other.

Yunho's eyes widened and his ears turned bright red, this was the first time you directly called him the title of 'boyfriend' and it was to introduce him to someone else.

"Are you okay?" You turned to him, seeing him frozen.

"Y-Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. Junghyun let out an amused chuckle at Yunho's behaviour. Upon checking his watch, he stood up.

"I'll see you around, kiddo. Treat your boyfriend well." He hugged you, patting your head.

"I do treat him well. And every time you say you'll see me around, you never come visit. Then you suddenly appear like 2 years later. " You rolled your eyes but both males with you could tell that you were seriously disappointed.

"I'll try my best to come back more. But you're good on your own, I'm sure Yunho here will be of better support to you than I am." He gave you a fatherly smile.

"Yes, I'll always be with her." Yunho promised.

"That's not the point and you know it..." You mumbled. Junghyun smiled and cast a wave to Seonghwa before leaving.

With that, you and Yunho went to the kitchen to have more privacy. You were scheduled to leave to rest for the afternoon and Seonghwa was waiting for you to drive you home.

"I'll call you." Yunho said, hugging you in the locker room. You nodded and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Rest up." You squeezed his hand before taking your things and leaving with Seonghwa.

"Nap time!" You declared, making Seonghwa wince at your shout. He rolled his eyes and drove back to your house. You didn't expect Jongho and Wooyoung to be there. But now that you thought about it, it had been a while since they've been over. Even if it was only for a few hours.

You showered in your own shower, which Jongho used after. He snuck in, leaving Seonghwa and Wooyoung to argue over who uses the guest bathroom first.

"I won~" Wooyoung said as he dove under the covers beside you, knowing he was taking Seonghwa's spot.

"Who is this?" He lifted the stuffed toy.

"That's Yuyu, the golden retriever..." You coughed as you ended your sentence, looking away in slight embarrassment. While Wooyoung snickered, you snatched Yuyu and Yunnie away from him.

"Go sleep in the guest room." You rolled your eyes. Wooyoung shook his head like a small child.

"I highly doubt Seonghwa hyung will let you take his spot." Jongho said as he emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair.

"He snoozes, he loses." Wooyoung stuck his tongue out childishly. As if he heard the whole conversation, Seonghwa appeared at the door way with an eyebrow raised. He silently challenged Wooyoung. No one takes his spot.

"You can sleep on her other side." Wooyoung protested.

"Goodnight." Jongho patted your head and went to the guestroom, not wanting to waste time hearing Wooyoung whine to Seonghwa. He just wanted to sleep.

"You sleep on her other side. Better yet, sleep in the other room." Seonghwa said, grabbing Wooyoung's calf and pulling him out of bed.

"Yah~" Wooyoung whined from his spot on the floor. But Seonghwa couldn't care less, getting under the covers and fluffing his pillow.

"There's space in the guest room and the couch. Why do you guys insist on squeezing here?" You chuckled.

"I've been here since the start. I don't know about him." Seonghwa nodded over to Wooyoung. But Wooyoung was determined, he went to your other side, making you scooch to the middle of the bed, all the while holding Yuyu and Yunnie in your arms. He grinned and snuggled into your back.

"Set an alarm, please." You said to Seonghwa before closing your eyes to sleep.

But after sleeping in the middle of them, you couldn't stretch properly so you grabbed the two stuffed animals with you and retreated to the guest room to sleep with Jongho.

"Took you long enough." Jongho mumbled.

"Had to wait for them to fall asleep, didn't even flinch when I got up..." You murmured back.

"Mmm, get some rest." He patted your hip before pulling the blanket up to cover your properly and going back to sleep as well. You hummed, slowly falling asleep.

By the time you woke up, you had time to have a call with Yunho. You couldn't stay asleep long so you spent whatever time you had alone talking to him. Of course, you insisted that Yunho should use the time to sleep but he'd much rather talk to you.

"I'm fine, Yunho. I am glad that you got to meet my uncle Junghyun though, and vice versa. He's such a father figure in my life." You said to him, pacing up and down with the phone pressed to your ear.

"I'm glad I got to meet him too. He seems nice and really cares for you. You grew up with him?"

"I did. He was always around when I was younger, knew the whole family. He would let me get away with a lot more than my dad." You chuckled.

"But he doesn't stay in Korea?"

"Yeah, he travels a lot since he decided to settle down in that sort of business. Always meeting clients." You said.

"So he doesn't work with your father anymore? He seemed to not speak well of your father too, even if they are best friends."

"They don't work together anymore but I guess they're still friends. I don't know how he ever put up with my father... That's what I fought with my father at the gala the other night. He was being all accusatory towards my uncle. I guess that's why he stayed away and doesn't visit as often." You sighed.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I can tell that you were really close with your uncle. No matter what, your father shouldn't have let his own feelings break that bond you had..."

"It is what it is. Uncle Junghyun never addressed it to me either so I have no choice but to let it go." You sat down on the couch.

"I know it's easier said than done."

"Yeah. Are you sure you don't want to get some sleep, Yunho? You clocked in early with me this morning. Even if you don't want to sleep, I hope you're lying down." You said.

"Don't worry about me, (y/n). Remeber, I have infinite golden retriever energy? But just so you don't fret, I am lying down now."

"That's good." You smiled to yourself. You could just imagine the big grin on his face.

"I know this is coming up all of a sudden but I realised you have not visited my place before. Would you like to stay over tomorrow night? After work. We can go in for tomorrow's morning on Monday then go for a date after."

"Wow, an invite to stay over already? That's fast and I haven't even seen the place yet." You teased him. As expected, Yunho grew flustered, stuttering nervously.

"Y-You don't have to! I-I know we just established things... s-so we can just... not..."

"I'm kidding, Yunho. Sure, I'd love to stay over if you would have me. You sound like you have a date planned already?" You laughed.

"You're always teasing me and making fun of me... But yes, I did already plan a date but it's a surprise. I'm making the reservations now as we speak."

"Can't wait." You smiled, knowing he was probably pouting on the other side as your tease.

"Me too. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later. Goodbye, Yunho." You wished and hung up. Seonghwa came out, half asleep. His eyes fell on you and a small smile appeared on his face as he shuffled over, laying his head in your lap while his legs stretched over the arm rest. Your fingers raked through his hair, making him yawn.

"When did you move to Jongho's bed?" He asked sleepily.

"Shortly after you and Wooyoung fell asleep. You two were smothering me. My bed isn't that big, you know?" You scoffed, while typing on your phone.

"Were you talking to Yunho on the phone?" He asked another question. You hummed in reply.

"I couldn't stay asleep. Plus, I told him he could call me. I told him a little about uncle Junghyun and my dad." You informed.

"How did that go?" He closed his eyes to snooze for a little longer but was still listening to you. You paused for a second, your hand stopping on his temple.

"It was okay. He was accepting, of course. Patient... He listened... Understood me... Didn't push me to share more when I stopped." You tried to piece your thoughts together. You felt Seonghwa nod against your thigh.

"Is it normal? Not the fear but... some daunting feeling." You asked with a soft sigh.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's completely normal." Seonghwa said, his hand resting on your knee, his thumb caressing the skin softly.

"Done with the bathroom, hyung. You can go get ready." Wooyoung yawned as he came out, dressed in his outside clothes for the night. Jongho came out too, dressed and ready.

"Oh, that reminds me. I need to get some sourdough starter for the fish tonight." You went to the kitchen. Jongho helped you pack what you needed.

"Anything else we need?" Wooyoung asked.

"Can you get a pack of cloth gloves? They should be in the store. We need to prepare the sea urchin for our pasta sauce." You instructed.

While waiting for Seonghwa to come out, you went to change, leaving Jongho and Wooyoung to pack anything else you might need to cook for the dinner service. After that, you poured cold coffees for all 3 of you, setting aside a strawberry yoghurt drink for Seonghwa, his favourite.

"Alright, let's go." Seonghwa and you came out of the room. You rode with Wooyoung while Jongho and Seonghwa rode together. You sent Yunho a text, letting him know you just arrived for dinner prep.

"Texting the boyfriend?" Wooyoung asked.

"Shut up..." You mumbled, locking your phone and tucking it into your pocket. You both unloaded the items and brought them into the kitchen.

"Let's get started team." You said to the 4 and began immediately. As always, you had your written list pinned on the wall.

"Who is starting the stifado (Greek beef stew with red wine, tomatoes and pearl onions)?" You asked. Jongho raised his hand.

"I'll need someone on the live station for the sea urchin pasta later." You called out. Seonghwa raised his hand, taking responsibility for the pasta that will be cooked to order. It was bucatini, tossed in a sea urchin sauce with salted pollack roe and gochujang oil.

"Starting on the braised pork shoulder!" Wooyoung informed without you needing to ask who was going to do it.

His dish was a wine and pomegranate molasses braised pork shoulder, cooked with sweet potatoes, chestnuts and carrots. It will be sliced and served with the reduced braising liquid.

"Since I'll be on live station, let me start on dessert and let that rest." Seonghwa said.

"I will be doing the fish dish for today." You said, going to the kitchen to get the tomatoes for your sauce.

Your dish was a thin layer of sourdough starter as the coating around the fish fillets, lightly pan frying it and finishing with butter. Serving that with charred red bell peppers and a crushed tomato sauce.

"So, you're not going to pane the fish?" Seonghwa asked.

"Not exactly. My plan is to dip it into the starter like a wet batter but keep it thin. I just want a slight texture, nothing too crunchy like breadcrumbs. And I want that tangy flavour to come through." You said, crushing the tomatoes with your hands in a bowl for the sauce that you were making.

[A/N: I actually had a dish like this the other day and it was so good. I knew I had to put it in here.]

"While that is going, I'm going to start filleting my fish." You cleared your station and set up the area. You grabbed your filleting knife and kept the bin nearby to keep it as clean as possible.

"My stew is simmering. Can I help?" Jongho came over. You nodded and he set up beside you.

"Bones in here. I'm gonna keep them for a stock." You informed.

"Sure." He hummed and began filleting the fishes with you. You all worked on your own tasks, helping each other whenever there was an available window.

"Good evening." You were so focused on plating up the first sample of your dish that you didn't hear Yunho come in.

"She's in the zone. She can't hear you." Seonghwa said to Yunho.

"It's alright. I won't bother her then." The taller male smiled, nodding his head understandingly. He proceeded out to the front, he could always say hi to you later. He didn't want to take your attention away or break your focus.

"Yunho? Sorry, I didn't notice you came in." You sighed as you came out. Yunho turned around, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you approach him.

"Mm-mm, don't apologise." He wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a big puppy hug.

"Did you rest?" You asked, words muffled with the way you were pressed against his shoulder. He nodded with a hum.

"I hope you did too." He kissed your head while you tip toed to place a peck on his cheek. Yunho was grinning so much that his cheeks were starting to hurt, but he didn't care.

"Want to try my dish for tonight?" You looked at him. He nodded excitedly and followed you into the kitchen.

"Aww." Wooyoung cooed as the two of you, making Jongho elbow his ribs.

"Here. It's a fish dish." You explained, pushing the plate towards Yunho. He took a fork and broke a piece of fish, eating it with the roasted red bell pepper and tomato sauce. You watched his expressions intently. It wasn't important for Yunho to like it, you just wanted his honest comments.

"It's good. I like it, it's not too greasy and the outside coating is thin but adds a crunch. The sauce is very nice and bright." Yunho smiled. You smiled and nodded.

"Glad you like it. Thanks, Yunho." You said.

"I'm taking this with me." He grabbed the plate to bring it to the front to finish the remaining food. You laughed, shaking your head.

"Good evening." The other boys showed up. Mingi did the staff meal for dinner. Hearing that, Yunho volunteered to help him. Of course, he denied that he was doing it just to be around you.

"Yah! Yah! You're putting too much gochugaru!" Mingi called Yunho, whose hand froze over the pot.

"Oh, oops." Yunho blushed, putting the hot pepper flakes down.

"Stop staring at (y/n) and focus, man." Mingi rolled his eyes. Hearing Mingi's words, you felt your cheeks heat up too. You cleared your throat and continued what you were doing. Yunho knew you heard Mingi's words, exposing his actions.

"Shut up, Mingi." Yunho hissed. Mingi snickered and continued cutting the vegetables to put into the soup.

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[namjuicyy]

When Namjoon meets you in a bakery, he never expected to become so obsessed with you.

Namjoon x reader

Strangers to lovers, inspired by You on Netflix.

25+

Word count: 13.8k

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WARNINGS: Stalking, non-con, panty fetish, voyeurism, daddy kink, slut shaming, degradation (I mean serious degradation, these are not soft words at all these are borderline feminist issues), power play, use of the word bitch, lesbian phone sex, masturbation, pillow humping, hidden cameras, sex toys, somnophilia, choking, face-slapping, under – non-negotiated kinks, dom/sub, predator/prey, begging, pain kink, lack of foreplay, lack of aftercare (briefly), penis-in-vagina sex, unprotected sex, free-use kink, breeding kink, dacrophilia, size kink, Namjoon has a big dick (wbk), cuckolding (shiiiiit we getting all these kinks in this fic Jesus!), overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), fear play, a panic attack, obscene use of the word "cunt" (it's actually my favourite word, I think), manipulation, switch!Reader; forced submission, cock-stepping, ruined orgasm,

This story is kind of dark and also kind of creepy. In real life scenarios, this kind of behaviour is never acceptable but as this is a work of fiction it should be treated as such. I am not glamorising or romanticising stalking or any of the more damaging tags that this fic is associated with. Basically, don't do it. It's creepy and weird. Always make sure kinks are fully negotiated before you put them into practice, and also don't stalk people. That isn't okay. And if you are going through that right now, please know that there are so many resources available to make sure you are safe. But also please take care of yourself. I am also not associating Namjoon with any of these traits in real life. Nor am I assuming his real-life sexuality. I reiterate, this is a work of fiction, nothing more. If you are triggered by any of the above tags, DO NOT read this fic. Your mental health is far more important than a story.

Words mentioned in the fic that aren't featured anywhere except The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, John Koenig (I'm testing the waters here so please bear with me):

Ghough: n. A hollow place in your psyche that can never be filled, a bottomless hunger for more food, more praise, more attention, more joy, more sex, more money, more hours of sunshine; a sense of panic that everything good will be taken from you too early, which makes you swallow the world before it ends up swallowing you. Onomatopoeic to the sound of a devouring maw. Pronounced "hawkh", with air drawn sharply inward through the mouth. ­

He couldn't help that he was so obsessed with you. It was your fault really... you shouldn't be so intoxicating that you'd cause his brain to overload with nothing but thoughts of you. You came into his life like an atom bomb, tearing a hole through his planet to the point where he never thought he would recover. All you did was smile at him and ask him if he wanted a bag to carry his pastries home with. But your smile was so pulchritudinous, so enslaving, your hair messy and disheveled from your hardworking nature, and flour all over your sweet face; he was a goner at the very second. He glanced at your nametag and memorised the spelling with such speed he was barely out of the bakery before he'd begun to search for you on social media. The worst part about it all was the fact that he wanted to know so much more about you but didn't want to concern you. He knew that men had a tendency to come on too strong and that you'd probably be on your guard. He wanted you to be at ease with him, to realise that he was the only one who could keep you happy for the rest of your life. If that meant he had to treat you delicately then so be it. Fragile you were, and careful he'd be. He was in it for the long haul, a true gentleman of the modern era.

All he really wanted to know was your work times. He just wanted to know when he'd come into the store and bump into you. Honestly, he had no intention of searching for anything else, except maybe some of the things that you enjoyed so he could strike up a natural conversation with you. But that was it – scout's honour. He discovered from your social media that you were an avid baker, who loved working at the local bakery not because it was a temporary source of income until something better came along, but because this was the better option for you. Sure, you were paid just above the minimum wage, but this was your lifelong passion, and you prided yourself on putting your happiness first. He also unveiled that you had plans to become a business owner yourself, bringing in your main source of income while just doing your hobby. It was a smart idea really – who wanted a job they hated when they could be paid well for what they loved? You were a smart woman. A true unicorn in a field of horses. He decided there and then that you were his soulmate. And as he sat in the park, scrolling through your social media profile and discovering more about you, he was sure the pastries you baked him were the best he'd ever eaten.

He came into the bakery around two days later at the exact time when you would be working. Unfortunately, though, this time your co-worker was manning the till for you, allowing you to hide in the kitchens and not venture into the main room. Last time your co-worker was on a break, which was why you looked so frazzled and stressed. You Tweeted about how the batch that was baking at the time Namjoon entered the premises had burned because you were trying to do everything. Your co-worker was useless anyway. They never helped you. You were running that business as if it were your own. He needed to cause some kind of distraction to get you out there so he could talk to you. But what could he do sneakily? If he caused a scene – you'd panic. He couldn't bear being the cause of one of your anxiety attacks. He also didn't want to fake complain about anything because he knew you'd panic and think you weren't good enough. And he couldn't be the reason that you'd never realise your dream and your full potential. Compliments were good... maybe he could try and pass on a message... but it would be better coming from him and not your idle assistant. If he told her to tell you something, he would have no doubt it would go in one ear and out the other. No, he had to do it in person.

He stepped forward and looked at her nametag. "Excuse me, Emma. Could you grab the chef for me? I would like to compliment her work."

Emma gave him a look that called him peculiar. "Chef? What do you think this is, a restaurant?"

Namjoon simply smiled. "And you're like... twelve?"

A voice came from the kitchens. "Emma, take a break." Emma didn't reply. She only rolled her eyes, picked up her phone and made her way to the back room. Namjoon turned to look at the voice, only to discover it was you.

You were much more put together than the last time he saw you – clearly your day wasn't quite as hectic as it was two days ago. Not that he minded your tousled appearance. On the contrary, he found it cute and endearing, but there was no doubt that you were a Venus on Earth. An eighth wonder of the world that lay undiscovered in the quiet city you both called home. There was a light dusting of flushed pink nestled on your cheeks to indicate some hard work, but not enough to make you break into a sweat. Your hair was back off your face, allowing him to marvel at your refinement. Poised, bright, bubbly, with a smile that could knock anyone off their feet. He was falling for you and falling so fast he wondered just how hard the impact would be when he landed.

Suddenly, you spoke again. Your soft voice dancing into his ears and lifting his spirits just a little more. Oh, how sweet you sounded. "How can I help you, sir?"

Oh, how can you help me indeed, he thought to himself. Wistful thoughts catching him off guard and seemingly turning into a brand-new person. "I-I don't know if you remember me," he was finally able to choke out, "I was here two days ago... I bought some pastries."

You smiled. Of course, he'd buy pastries, this was a bakery after all. "I remember you."

You did? He was sure you were lying to make him feel better. You did, after all, house the kindest heart in your chest. There was no mistaking you wouldn't want him to feel awkward or upset. "Oh, you do? Well, I hadn't been here before and I just wanted to thank you for making such delicious treats. I really enjoyed them! They were my favourites – the best I'd eaten in a long time." Mentally he scolded himself for saying the words delicious treats aloud. Why was he talking so formally to you? And why did it make him sound like an elderly man? It was weird and it made him cringe. You made him so nervous he became overly polite. Why would you bewitch him in such a way he couldn't form sentences without seeming like a creep?

Wait... was that a smile he saw? "How did you know it was me who baked them?" Were you teasing him? There was no doubt you were playful; he knew it from finding your friend's posts about you. He watched you goof around with them with such a childlike freedom. It was wonderful to see you so extricated and alive.

It was his turn to tease, "I'd never mistake a gorgeous face."

You blushed. He'd won. "Well, that's very kind of you to say so, thank you."

"I was wondering if I could get your number?" He bluntly asked, still feeling so shy despite his obvious charm working on you. "I would love to thank you properly for creating such a memorable experience with a memorable experience of my own."

"Oh? And what would this memorable experience be?"

He smiled, "Well, if I told you then you wouldn't want to come. There's nothing wrong with a little mystery, especially for a first date."

Your smile dimmed slightly as you considered your response, no doubt weighing up your options quickly to ensure your safest and most comfortable option. "Of course. Here you are." You gave him your number on a napkin and told him to call you.

The thing you didn't realise was, he had already found and saved your number into his phone. He was just hoping for permission to call you.

Namjoon had scheduled a date for you both the following weekend on your first day off. He had made sure that you had no plans written on your Google calendar, but of course, he couldn't just come out and say that he knew you even had a Google calendar, let alone your schedule. But he just couldn't wait a week to see you. He was buzzing with teenage excitement, lovesick nerves and anxiety that the whole day should go as exactly to plan, and that you had such a good time you would have no reason to not fall in love with him as he had with you. He was aware you wouldn't experience love at first sight. He was convinced he wasn't much of a looker himself, but he knew he had the personality of someone you could hold very close to your heart. You needed time to see how perfect he was for you. And while he was willing to wait for you to fall for him, he refused to wait to see you.

He hadn't been to work in a few days, calling in and telling his boss he had some kind of stomach bug and it was best he stayed home for a while. His boss, like the fool he was, believed Namjoon and told him to take all the time he needed. Of course, Namjoon had no plans to be away for so long, but every day he kept finding himself being drawn to this one place in particular... your house.

Your low income meant that you lived in a small flat in a run-down building just off the main road. You were a few metres away from the nearest bus stop, and the bus that ran near your house wasn't convenient enough to be considered a main route, therefore the price of your rent went down to a mere three hundred per month. Well, the routes were only a small contributor. The biggest was that your neighbourhood was filled with crime. As soon as he discovered this, he became anxious for your safety. Of course, you'd lived there for long enough without him in your life, but the second it was appropriate he would whisk you away to the nicer part of town, nearby your brand-new bakery.

You were on the first floor, and he could see your place through the window on the street. You didn't have any curtains; you were practically inviting him inside. Though, of course, the true reason was that you preferred the natural light and curtains blocked that from you. Even so, you seemed to not care about your possessions or your privacy which was concerning given your location. God, he wanted to be in there with you, feeling your warm body tangled up next to his, snuggled close together on the sofa and watching some kind of trashy show on the television. Something you, especially, were particularly fond of. He had no taste for that rubbish, but for you he'd watch anything.

The days passed so quickly, and Namjoon was shocked to wonder just where they went. Every day he came to your house and watched you live your life, even after your very successful first date. He was still drawn to you. Sometimes he would text you to see your reaction to him, and oh, how it warmed his heard to watch you dive across your living room to get to your phone, and how brightly you smiled when you saw it was him. You acted as though you missed him. You were starting to fall for him too, he could feel it.

There was a burglary in your neighbourhood just two hours after he left your home, and when he heard the news break from one of his colleagues when he finally returned to work, he immediately left to go to your house. He didn't remember what the excuse was he gave his boss. Quite frankly, he didn't care. He needed to know that your place wasn't next.

In his haste, he forgot that you were still at work, which gave him the mental justification to figure out just how safe your house was from intruders. He had to know that you were safe and well protected. He wasn't breaking into your house... not really. He was just testing the home his future wife temporarily called hers. And there absolutely was nothing wrong with that. And it was just as he feared it would be: easy. Namjoon was beside himself. Did you not care about your safety and wellbeing like he did? Did you want people to break into your house? It sure seemed that way given the ease in which your door opened for him, and the lack of curtains hanging from your living room wall. You were inviting anyone to look in, to come in. Maybe that was what you wanted. Maybe there was something dark and twisted inside your innocent head that wanted something bad to happen to you. Maybe you got off to the idea.

And suddenly that was all he could think about. Thoughts consumed him of him breaking into your house and doing as he pleased with your body. His body. How he could play with you while you slept, how he could touch your skin without you knowing. How he could take you any which way he pleased, and you wouldn't have a goddamn say in it. You'd just have to be a pliant girl and take what you were given. Yes. Yes! Fuck, his hand felt good around his cock as he stroked it quickly, picturing your writhing body underneath him. The glint in your eye that was slightly fearful, but mostly full of desire. He knew that your tight, wet heat would feel so much better than his hand, but he just couldn't resist. What if instead of finding you asleep in bed, he found you on the couch? Him being so desperate for you he'd take you then and there. Not bothering to remove your clothes or his for that matter. Just pulling his cock out, moving your panties to the side and fucking into you with reckless abandon. Tugging your bra down to give your perfect breasts the room they needed to bounce uncontrollably with every thrust. Fuck. Taking you in front of the window. Making sure your neighbours saw the man who claimed you. Yes. Mine. Mine! "Mine!"

He came all over your coffee table. His seed pooling on the wood and dripping down onto the laminate floor. Thankfully it was easy to clean and wouldn't leave an unwelcome stain when it was removed. But he couldn't remove it now. He was too tired. Too worked up. The first time he thought of you sexually and he violated himself in your very living room. It was unforgivable yet addicting.

This became a regular occurrence for him. He'd wait until you'd left the house then make his way inside, just so he could be near you – feel you surrounding him. Breathing you in like you were his oxygen. He wouldn't always stay in your living room. Sometimes he'd nap on your bed and envelope himself in your sheets. Sometimes he'd imagine you masturbating for him on the bed, and he'd make himself cum while burying his face in your pillow, praying you rode it multiple times. But that dirty thought gave him an idea... your panties. When he used your bathroom one time, he saw your almost full laundry basket. Yet for some reason, his dumb mind didn't comprehend the fact that your angelic pussy had been caged in some of the fabric, that it would smell like you. He touched himself while he had your panties pressed to his nose, or his tongue rolling over fabric just so he could get the smallest taste of you. He imagined the real thing. Your hands in his hair, your screams of pleasure, the begging you'd do for more. Fuck, he was obsessed with you!

However, one day something unexpected happened: you came home early. He had no idea why you'd come home early – this wasn't your usual pattern of behaviour. You were usually consistent and reliable, yet here you were making the steps to your bedroom while he was standing in it, cock in his hand and jerking it while licking a pair of your panties he'd stolen from the bathroom. To say Namjoon panicked would be an understatement. He knew the implications of his current standing, and the consequences of him being caught. He needed to think fast. You were so close to the bedroom now. His only option was to hide in your closet and pray you didn't come home to change.

Luckily for him, that wasn't the reason you came home.

You were on the phone to someone, but he couldn't tell who it was. He hadn't memorised your calling behaviour yet, so he couldn't tell if you were talking to family, or if this was a business call. Though, when he heard your giggle, and saw the way in which you lay on your bed, this was definitely not a business call.

Your legs spread as soon as your back touched the plush surface of your bed, and instantly, you moaned. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, secretly watching you from the closet as you removed your panties and rolled your skirt up. He couldn't quite catch a glimpse of your pussy from the angle he was at, but that didn't matter too much for him. He saw your hand dip into the wetness of your cunt to pull up and lubricate your clit, giving it a few tentative strokes before speaking. "Daddy, you're such a tease. Please let me."

As soon as he heard the word 'daddy', he wanted to come out of the closet, turn you onto all fours and pound into you while Daddy was still on the phone. Wanted the dirty pervert on the other end of the line to hear that the woman he was speaking to belonged to someone else. Wanted to hear the primal way in which Namjoon railed his princess. Though, he had to admit, hearing the word 'daddy' being moaned from your plump lips introduced a brand-new kink in him. He wanted you to call him that. He was going to be your daddy.

But one thing he didn't know was how much of a whore you were. He didn't know that you were dating him and had another man on the side. Who was this man? And why did he get most of your attention? As of that moment, he tried not to think too much of it, as your perfect breasts were released from the confines of your bra. His cock, he realised, never went soft. In fact, more blood rushed to it as he watched you play with yourself for another man. As he watched you strip quickly so you were incredibly naked for this person who couldn't even see you. Fuck, your body was just as perfect as he imagined it would be – in fact, it was better than he imagined. He was going crazy.

You moaned and put the phone on speaker. "No please, Daddy. Let me do it. Let me rub my pussy."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, and it certainly put some shock into Namjoon. "Okay, angel. I want you to take a pillow in between your beautiful legs and rub yourself on it. Imagine it's my pussy." A woman? You were having phone sex with a woman – and you called her 'Daddy'? Fucking hell, Namjoon almost came prematurely. You were very quiet about your sexuality online, so he didn't come to expect that you were at the very least bi-curious. He watched you manoeuvre your pillows to a comfortable degree before placing your pussy over the top. Your hips began to move and you let out an incredibly loud moan. No doubt finally feeling good at the relief you were able to experience.

"Daddy, your pussy feels so good against me."

"You like it, baby? Fuck, I wish we were on video call. I wanna see how good you look rubbing against your pillow like a dumb slut."

A cheeky smile passed on your lips as you picked the phone up. Namjoon watched you hide the calling screen and move to take a video. You were filming yourself for your Daddy to tease her. You were a wildcard, and Namjoon hadn't bet on it. One day, he knew you were going to treat him like this too, and he wasn't sure if he was actually ready for it. There were so many times where he thought he was going to cum, he had to pause and just watch you before the lack of stimulation was unbearable. You were so loud for Daddy, there was no doubt the neighbours could hear you, too. Namjoon wondered how many of them were also touching themselves while listening to your heavenly moans. All the more reason to fuck you in front of the window. Remind them that you're not to be touched. He thought, squeezing his balls. He watched as your hips moved faster, heard as your moans grew louder, and came on your closet door when you soaked your pillow.

As it turned out, you were quite partial to touching yourself and did it so frequently that you knew exactly how to please yourself. And Namjoon wished he could always time his visits when you would be touching yourself so he could have his live show again and again. And knowing he missed so much of you already had prompted him to purchase a series of cameras. They were tiny things that could be hidden easily, even in plain sight, and so he did. The main bulk of the cameras were hidden in the two rooms you spent most of your time: the living room and the bedroom.

It became his routine to monitor them at the end of the day before bed. He'd watch you almost on a live stream during the weekend, so he didn't miss a thing, and coincidentally was also the time that you came alive. What he hadn't anticipated was that your personal escapades were in no way exclusively tied to the bedroom, and in fact, sometimes you'd just stuff your pussy full while watching TV. You'd spread your legs and prop them up on the coffee table, and mindlessly pound away, letting the dildos get bigger and bigger each time you no longer felt satisfied. You didn't always hit orgasm every time you used them, but Namjoon certainly did. He thanked his lucky stars he bought cameras with microphones, because he might have lost his mind if he didn't hear you. So many hours of you playing with yourself, so much content for him to jerk off to. He couldn't quite believe it.

He experimented with you a few times without you knowing it. Sometimes he'd text you while you were in the middle of fucking yourself, asking about what you were up to or trying to start a conversation. He was surprised to see you continue to play with yourself while texting him with a completely innocent smile on your face where you were so happy to hear from him. Other times he'd call you. He never expected you to answer the phone, but sometimes you did. If he wasn't watching you take in a cock that was above the average size, he would assume that you were doing nothing. You were able to hide the pleasure in your voice so well from him, but he could always see your face screwed up in ecstasy. Or even mouthing the occasional expletive to cope with the incredible bliss you were feeling. It wasn't even as if you were going easy on yourself, sometimes you were bouncing on the cock you'd wedged in between the couch cushion or suctioned to the laminate floor.

Despite you both dating for almost a month, he was yet to be officially invited into your house, or into your pussy. He tried – subtly, but the attempt was still there. But you weren't having it. It wasn't that you didn't want to. In fact, Namjoon had audible and visual proof that sometimes you would bounce on an above-average cock and call out his name. He wanted to know what you were thinking of during those times: what you imagined him doing to you. He hoped it was the same as what he'd imagined. But of course, he'd never force that on you. Traumatising you was the last thing he wanted. So he bade his time, waiting for the day that you gave him the honour.

He was invited into your house before you allowed him to sleep with you. The two of you went out to drink one Saturday night, and you got more wasted than he did. But, of course, he was a gentleman. He took you home and got you to bed. He would never take advantage of you. He didn't touch you inappropriately or force you to do anything he wanted you to do. Even when you made a grab for his crotch and begged him for it. He wanted your first time together to be completely sober so you'd both remember it. It didn't stop him from getting hard, though, and it certainly never stopped him from stroking his cock over your sleeping body, remembering what it was like to ever so briefly feel your touch in the area he wanted it the most.

He watched your eyes flicker and heard your sleepy sighs as the head of his cock got closer and closer to your face, touching your lips gently. He was imagining your lips wrapped around it, how warm and wet it would feel and how good you'd suck him. There were thoughts crossing his mind about how easy it would be to violate you right now. How he had to fight himself from reaching down and playing with your clit, knowing your pussy was smooth to the touch and wet. How he could spread your legs and sink his length inside and you'd probably know nothing of it until you woke up the next morning. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" He whispered, eyes trained on your lips where his precum was beading and dripping onto. "You've wanted me to take this tight little cunt for months. Dirty whore."

He wondered what would happen if you woke up. He expected you'd be surprised but you'd consent very quickly. It never took much work to get you wet, after all. In fact, he'd even seen you gagging for it a few times, begging to no one when you'd fuck yourself stupid, hoping for someone to take you and rail you. He knew how filthy you could be, how open-minded you were, and even the stuff you'd say to yourself as you rode your various dildos. Even the fantasies you'd share with Daddy. How you'd pull your nipples and beg for someone to spit in your mouth or choke your pretty throat. How you'd even slap your own face and clit when you were told to.

The image of you underneath him, cheeks and neck red from where he'd been slapping you and choking you sprang in his mind. And the wild, delirious look in your eyes telling him you loved the pain he was giving you was what tipped him over the edge, spilling his cum onto your lips and watching it roll down your chin and cheeks. Of course, he cleaned you up gently so not to disturb you, but put the image of his cum on your face in the back of his mind to save for a later date. For now, he'd sleep.

He woke before you, his back sore from sleeping on the floor all night so as he could continue to take care of you but not invade your personal space more than what he did last night. Thanks to all his previous rummaging when you weren't around, he was able to remember what you had in your cupboards and fridge, allowing him to make you both the perfect hangover breakfast. He had planned to serve you breakfast in bed, waking you up gently with water, grease and an anti-sickness tablet. But you'd entered the kitchen long before he was ready to dish up. He stopped cooking and immediately turned to you, incredibly politely stopping what he was doing. "I'm sorry I did this without asking you first. I just wanted to surprise you."

You were not offended by his actions in the slightest. Instead, your eyes conveyed gratitude and warmth. You stood on your tiptoes to give him a gentle, yet tired, kiss on his lips. You teased him, "I'm angrier at you for letting me get drunk last night."

"All the more reason for me to make you the ultimate cure."

You poured yourself a glass of water and that was when Namjoon noticed it: your attire. You'd changed from last night, no doubt uncomfortable in those tight, ass-hugging jeans. Instead of being appropriately covered around a man who you still didn't fully know yet, you opted to wear an oversized shirt and nothing else. You definitely weren't wearing a bra. He'd seen you in your loungewear enough to know what your perfect tits looked like both caged in fabric and free. Maybe others couldn't tell the difference, but he certainly could. Knowing how you liked to be comfortable, he could also make an educated guess that you eschewed the option to wear your panties, too. The thought made him a little hard in his briefs.

You broke the silence and leant up against the counter next to him, looking up at his face as you spoke. "I want to apologise to last night. Or rather, apologise for anything I did or said to you that might have been a little rude."

Namjoon smiled, "You did nothing that wasn't welcomed."

"That means I did something."

"I'm certainly not holding it against you."

You groaned, "Oh God, what did I do?"

"Honestly, it's okay."

"No," you begged, "please tell me so I can properly apologise."

Namjoon sighed, "You grabbed my crotch and asked me to spend the night with you... in a nutshell."

You buried your head in your free hand. "I am so, incredibly sorry. I honestly don't know what I do when I'm that drunk. I promise, it's nothing that I would normally do."

"Like I said, I'm not holding it against you."

You breathed a sigh of relief, then paused. Namjoon could hear the cogs in your brain working as you thought about something. "Wait... you said that I didn't do anything that wasn't welcomed. So, how long have you waited for me, and wanted me to grab your cock and beg for sex?"

Namjoon stopped cooking and looked at you. He lowered his voice, "Now, baby, I never said you begged."

"Do you want me to beg for it?"

Namjoon turned to face you, and gently put his hand on your throat. There was no constriction: he allowed you to move his hand or move your body if you were uncomfortable. But you didn't move. You didn't even flinch. It was impressive the way you just smiled at him and held his wrist in place. It was almost as if you wanted him to tighten his grip – so he did. "What I want is neither here nor there, but I know that I'll have you crying for me. You'll be on your knees begging for me without me even having to order you."

Namjoon heard the little whimper that came from the back of your throat. He noticed the way your thighs were squirming, trying to relieve the pressure of your arousal. And he saw the way you swallowed to try and whet your very dry throat, but to no avail.

Suddenly, his grip on your throat loosened and his hand fell to his side. His attention turned back to cooking, though he could see your shock in his peripheral vision. He shrugged his shoulders, "But I don't know if we're ready for that kind of step yet. I wouldn't want to rush things."

He didn't need to see your face to know how stunned you were by the whole situation. If you were anything like him, which he had seen you were recently, he knew you would be contemplating getting on your knees and begging for him to rail you. It was hard enough for him to conceal his arousal from you. He didn't want you to see just how much you affected him.

You, however, did something that Namjoon wasn't expecting. You turned away from him and made your way over to an empty counter. As soon as you sat on it, you called Namjoon's name. When he turned to look at you, he watched you spread your legs for him – a sudden confidence he only saw when you were on the phone with "Daddy". His suspicions about you were correct in that you were wearing absolutely no underwear whatsoever, allowing him to see your perfect pussy in its entirety. He dropped the spoon he was holding and stared at your body, his mind turning numb.

Cutting the tension in the air, you spoke, "Remind me again, who's in charge?"

Touché, he thought. Finally, he was brought back to Earth. He turned the food off and strode over to where you were sat, immediately grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a rough kiss. He pressed his body so close to yours, you could feel his length press up against your core. The temptation was too irresistible, and the kiss was broken when you began to rub your clit against his clothed cock. You both moaned, though his was a little louder than yours. He buried his face in your neck and kissed a sensitive spot, humping against your pussy a little more desperately than he intended. His hand found its way to your hair and tugged, showing you his fullest intent to be as rough as he possibly could be with you. He wanted you to know what kind of things he enjoyed, knowing you enjoyed them to. "Do you think you're ready for me, baby?" He asked breathlessly.

You couldn't reply, all you could do was nod your head and hope it was enough.

It wasn't. Namjoon told you, "You need to use your words."

"Yes." You replied.

"Good girl. I'm going to fucking ruin you."

There was no foreplay involved, both Namjoon and you knew it wasn't necessary. You liked it when it hurt. So he simply pulled himself out of his trousers and entered you, staring directly into your eyes and watch them flicker with a plethora of emotions: pain, lust, pleasure. Your breath was taken away from you the moment you felt his head breach your walls. He was much, much bigger than you anticipated, and it hurt a little more too, but it didn't deter you, nonetheless.

Namjoon wanted to make the pain not so prominent to begin with, wanted to allow you the opportunity to get used to him and his size before he completely wrecked your insides. However, you had other plans. Your own hand went up to his hair, tugging at his roots. You smiled, and with a low voice you said, "Is that all you got?"

Upon hearing your words, he uttered, "You asked for it." And began to treat you exactly how you wanted. Clearly you wanted it rougher, and harder. Clearly you wanted to be treated like nothing more than a cheap whore. He'd seen the things you got off to, looked at your browsing history when you weren't home. He knew you were nothing more than a filthy slut, who enjoyed being used, and broken, and passed around. Though he didn't want his first time with you to be overshadowed by the darkest of your kinks, it seemed to be the only way to get you off. So, he was going to make this hurt in the best ways.

His hand returned to your throat again, squeezing a lot harder than he should have. His free hand came up to your face, and slapped it so hard it made you slightly dizzy. Then he slammed into you, burying himself immediately to the hilt. He wasted no more time, pulling out and crashing back inside. Over and over again. You were silent at first and had Namjoon been in a different mindset he would have been concerned. But you'd unleashed something neither of you knew existed, and now all Namjoon was concerned about was his own pleasure.

"This is all you're good for, isn't it?" Namjoon asked. His voice was breathy and husky. "Nothing but a place for me to put my dick."

You tightened in response to his words, letting out an extremely loud moan at one rough thrust.

"Whoring yourself out to the first man who takes care of you." He tsked. "Shameful bitch!"

Tighter.

"I bet you thought you were safe with me, didn't you? Fuck." You felt so good. So tight. Getting tighter and he couldn't help himself. "I bet you thought I wouldn't do anything to you. Didn't you?" Namjoon grew impatient at your lack of verbal response, and slapped your face again. "Didn't you?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Dumb bitch." His pace picked up. He had you trapped in between the cupboard and his solid body. "You begged me for this last night, don't you remember?" He moaned loudly. "Had me so hard. I could have fucked you then. Do you know what I did instead?"

Your pussy got tighter in anticipation. He allowed your hand to snake down and play with your clit.

"I jerked off over you. Came all over this pretty face of yours."

"Shit!" The speed of your fingers picked up. Your head banged gently into the cupboard door every time he entered you.

"Should have taken a video. Showed you what I did to you. You'd wanna see it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Oh fuck, Namjoon! I-"

You came. You came so hard all over his cock that you stopped breathing. Your mind was filled with the images he'd put in there, the whole idea that this seemingly sweet and charming man could do something so vile. You should have been disgusted. You should have felt frightened, but instead you squirted so hard, you forced him out of you and ruined his clothes with your juices.

Namjoon didn't allow you to recover, though. Instead, he pulled you off the counter, turned you around, and forced you to bend over. "Take you from behind. Remind you what a filthy goddamn animal you are." Entering you again, he picked up his pace. "Give me that cunt." His hands were roughly grabbing at your hips, giving him the leverage to rail you as hard as possible. His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, and he was moaning and grunting so loudly. The sound of him was getting you more turned on than ever. You'd never been with a man as vocal as Namjoon, as willing to talk dirty and just let you hear how much he was enjoying your body. The verbal confirmation was enough to drive you insane.

"N-Namjoon, did you – fuck – did you touch me?"

"When?"

"Last night wh-when you jerked off."

"No." Why did you feel disappointed? "Did you want me to?"

"Yes!" God, your cunt was responding so well to this. It loved these details, this whole scenario. It was so greedy, practically begging for more. You weren't even sure if you could have more.

"Tell me, slut. What did you want me to do to you?"

Now it was Namjoon's turn to become putty. "W-wanted you to touch me. Touch my clit. Lick it. Oh fuck! Namjoon, right there! Please don't stop! Please!"

"What else, bitch?"

"F-force me to cum! Make me take your cock! W-wanna wake up to you using me."

"Yeah? You wanna be my fucking flesh-light, don't you? You're disgusting. Turn you into my breeding bitch, what do you think?"

"Yes! God, yes! Breed me, please!"

"Keep you tied to the bed and stuffed full of my cum."

"T-tell your friends I'm there, they c-can use me too!"

Namjoon wrapped his forearm around your neck and pulled you up to him, choking you for real this time. Breathing had become painful and even more difficult with him still forcing his cock inside of you. "No!" He said loudly. "You're mine! You belong to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" You choked out.

Namjoon released his grip on you, and you fell forward gasping for air. "Yes, who?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Dumb slut. You're mine. You're my property now. To use and fuck whenever I want. No one else can have this cunt, do you understand me?"

"I understand!"

"God I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill you up so good. Knock you up. Show everyone who you belong to."

"Please cum inside me! Cum inside your filthy cunt, sir."

"Touch yourself. Make yourself cum again."

"I can't."

He grabbed hold of your hair and tugged. "You can and you fucking will."

You did as you were told. Your pussy was so oversensitive that any touch was kind of painful. But it felt so delicious. Once you started rubbing your clit, despite the ache, you couldn't stop. You had truly lost your mind to Namjoon, allowed him to take over your entire consciousness. You were just his obeying toy. His personal plaything. You heard him grunt loudly behind you, his voice turning into a predatory growl, before feeling him fill you up with his cum. The growl did something new to you; the shock of it making you hit your second orgasm. Then... darkness.

You woke up in your bed, covered up completely by your duvet and surrounded by nothing but warmth. You don't remember how you got there but moving had proven to be too difficult for you. Your pussy throbbed unbearably, reminding you of what took place in your kitchen. You wanted it again though. Oh, you loved that side of Namjoon.

He was underneath you, your head on his chest and both of his arms wrapped around you holding you impossibly close to him. He was asleep, but your squirming had made him wake a little, grumbling something when you moved your head to look at his face. Sleepy, dragon eyes looked back at you, with a small grin accompanying them. "Hi." You whispered.

"Hi."

You paused. "Namjoon, did you really touch yourself over me last night?"

Namjoon replied immediately, "No. Sorry, I said that in the heat of the moment."

"Oh, no. It's okay. I liked it."

"You did?" Namjoon could tell that you wanted to say something, but you were hesitant to. "What is it, my love?"

"If you did want to... you know... touch me while I slept or even do more things to me, that would be okay."

Namjoon smiled. "Do more things?"

"Yeah, you know."

"I don't know, you're going to have to use your words." You buried your face in his chest. "Why are you shy all of a sudden?"

"It's awkward."

"What things did you want me to do?"

"You can fuck me if I'm asleep if you wanted to. I love the idea of being used whenever and wherever."

"Yeah? You really want to be my own toy?"

You nodded.

"You're so cute." He told you, gently booping your nose.

Things were good between the two of you for a while. He would come to your house every day and you'd both be tangled up in the sheets, sometimes going multiple rounds. You couldn't get enough of each other. The only bump in the road you hit was when he found out about your side-hustle: your sex work. You had been posting yourself online for a while to make up for the money you lost at the bakery and had found yourself a few clients. One in particular, "Daddy", you'd speak to on a regular basis. You didn't know her real name, but you knew a lot about her and her life. She was a long, blonde-haired businesswoman who was a closet lesbian and a mother to two children. Both of whom were in upper middle and high school. She would pay you hundreds, if not thousands per session, sometimes through bank transfers, other times through fun toys and clothes through the mail.

Namjoon had known about Daddy for a while, of course, but he hadn't made that fact known to you. He wanted to wait for the opportune moment when it would feel organic and not as though he were watching you through several cameras at any given moment. On his way to your house, he checked the cameras as he usually did, expecting to find you getting ready for their date that night, but instead he found himself watching you figure out how to tie yourself up using beginner's bondage equipment. He also could make out something pink inside you, but the picture was too small for him to be able to see for certain what it was. Though, he felt he could assume it was a vibrator of some kind. He connected his headphones to his phone to allow the full experience. He was annoyed that you were still doing this, but he was going to enjoy it as much as he could while he could.

You were grunting and groaning from the pressure you were putting on your body, contorting in random shapes to fit your limbs into the fabric cuffs. Now, lay on your back, propped up against your pillows with your legs wide open, your attention was drawn to Daddy on the phone. "Are you ready, Princess?" Daddy asked you in a sweet tone.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. We're going to start gently, okay?"

The sound of the toy was almost non-existent. Through the headphones, Namjoon couldn't hear anything at all underneath your soft sighs and gentle whines. You had begun squirming already. How were you all tied up and still adorable? You could barely cope with the pleasure that you were being given at any time, always trying to squirm away from it whenever you could.

Namjoon scrunched his face in disgust when Daddy spoke again. "How's that, Princess?"

Breathlessly, you responded, "F-feels good already." All the blood drained from his head and went straight to his cock at the sound of your voice, fucked out already and you hadn't even begun your session. He could feel himself chubbing up, watching you writhe and chase your pleasure.

"I wonder what happens when we do this..."

You thrashed a little more violently on the bed after Daddy had finished speaking. She had turned the vibrator up significantly given your reaction.

"It's too much!" You cried. "I can't!"

"Yes, you can."

"Ah!" The vibrator went up a little more. You were trembling so much. Namjoon knew how it felt to be above you when you shook like that. He strained against his zipper. It was too uncomfortable. All the while, you screamed, "Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"There?" Daddy asked.

"Yes, Daddy!"

Fuck. Hearing the word on your lips did something to Namjoon. He had never been interested in that kink before, but you were changing him. You were making him more perverted than he had ever been. It sounded so sweet, so sexy coming from your lips. Any other woman would have made him cringe.

"Do you want to cum, Princess?"

"I do. I wanna cum, Daddy. Can I cum?"

"Cum for me."

And so you did. Your back arched and your legs moved inward attempting to close and clamp around the vibrator, but the restraints held you back. You went silent for a moment as the initial shock of the orgasm hit you, but once you regained your breath, you were loudly moaning. Usually, you would push Namjoon away a little as a sign you needed a few seconds to regain the mental capacity to continue, but Daddy wasn't in the room, and you couldn't remove the vibrator yourself. The pleasure you were feeling began to dance the line between unbearable pain and overwhelming gratification. And watching your reaction to this... torture, Namjoon had to rub his cock over his pants as discreetly as he could without drawing too much attention to himself. He couldn't be arrested for public indecency as he watched his girlfriend being virtually fucked by her sugar-mommy.

By the time Namjoon arrived at your house, you were on your fourth orgasm of the night. He snuck in and put his phone away when he peeked into the bedroom to watch the live version. You were so much more ethereal this way: covered in sweat, panting hard, tears running down your cheeks. You were absolutely fucked out, but Daddy hadn't finished with you yet. Your fifth orgasm hit just moments after. You had no idea that Namjoon was in your house, or even standing in your bedroom door. Your eyes were shut tight and your mouth was open in a silent scream.

Fifth.

Namjoon unbuttoned his jeans and started touching himself at the sight of you. Debauched and destroyed at the hands of another person. God, he couldn't wait to do this to you.

The sixth orgasm was your final one. Daddy made some excuse after turning the vibrator off and left abruptly, not bothering with aftercare or making sure you got out of your harness okay. That made Namjoon mad, but at least he was here to take care of you. To look after his most precious prize after she was cruelly abandoned by someone she shouldn't even be talking to. But that was okay. You'd come to your senses eventually. You'd see how wonderfully he treated you compared to others. He, of course, couldn't let what transpired in front of him pass by without a punishment.

The noise of him adjusting himself and shifting his weight caused you to look over in his direction, a look of panic on your face until you realised it was him. And then you realised. "H-how long have you been standing there?"

"Since orgasm number four."

"Namjoon, please! I can explain. Just untie me and we can talk."

Namjoon sat on the side of the bed. "Talk? About how I just watched my girlfriend get dominated by another woman?"

"No, please. It's not what it looks like. She pays me. Please, untie me. We can talk about this."

You looked so desperate and vulnerable, lying there watching him coming towards you. Stalking his prey before he was about to attack. He put his index finger on your clit and began to put pressure on it, pushing you into oversensitivity and making you scream. "So, you really are a whore, aren't you? I couldn't believe it. My sweet, beautiful girlfriend loves being called one, she couldn't actually be one, could she? But here you are," he added more pressure, "offering this tight little cunt up to the highest bidder." He leant over you, biting your ear as two fingers pulled out the toy. "You like it when people use you for their own pleasure, don't you? If I used you now, how much would you charge me, hm?" He spanked your pussy. "How many other cocks have been in this filthy pussy?"

"Please." You whimpered.

Namjoon imitated your voice. "Please." He laughed, almost maniacally. It scared you. But the more insane he seemed, the longer he toyed with your sensitive core, the more turned on you felt.

Suddenly, his hand left your vulva and gripped on tightly to your cheeks. He bent over you, dropping his mouth to your ear and mumbling, "I'm going to fuck you, little slut." His free hand reached down to his cock and freed it from his jeans and underwear. He moved on top of you, trapping your legs to the bed underneath him. It was evident to you now that your comfort never crossed his mind. It shouldn't turn you on. The idea of being nothing more than his cum receptacle should repulse you. But despite the discomfort your body was in, your mind and heat were fully ablaze with arousal. He lined himself up and pressed the tip to your waiting core. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to lie there and take it."

Without any other warnings, he slammed into you, causing you to cry out. The headboard shook violently with each thrust, reminding you that you were insignificant right now. All of his weight was on top of you, nearly smothering you. You had no choice to lie there and take it. You couldn't fight him even if you tried. Part of you wanted to. Part of you wanted to see how vicious he'd get if you pretended to resist. When he was so animalistic in the way he was taking you. This wasn't the Namjoon you knew. But, God, you loved how he was abusing you. The noises you were making, you hardly recognised yourself. While Namjoon had devolved into a primal state, you, too, weren't far off. Howling at the top of your lungs every time he slammed into you. "You vile fucking bitch. You fucking love it, don't you?" His words were venomous.

"More."

"You're fucking shameless, aren't you? Fuck. How many men have fucked your tramp pussy, hm? How many women have watched you play with yourself for money? I bet the whole city watches you, and gets off to you whoring yourself out." His fingers dug into your flesh the harder he fucked you. In his head, he could see a line of men queuing outside your bedroom door, lining up to bury themself inside you, throwing money at you when they'd finished. There would be copious amounts of cum all over you, inside you, staining your bedsheets. There'd be bills strewn about the place. He imagined someone rolling up a bill and putting it inside you while you lay on your bed still tied up. Sometimes he'd see you taking multiple cocks at the same time. He hated the idea of other men touching you but watching them do unspeakable things to your whore body forced a visceral, almost primal reaction out of him.

In that moment, you were no longer human to him. His brain didn't register that you could feel things, that you could even speak. Somehow, he had the ability to get rougher with you; hands holding your flesh tighter, cock violating your cunt, you tied up and powerless beneath him, unable to stop it or save yourself from this violent onslaught.

Your orgasm was building. Your breaths were getting shorter and shorter. Your vision becoming blurry.

"Shit! Now look at you. Falling apart on my dick after showing yourself off to someone else. You can't get enough can you?"

His sweat was dripping from his face onto yours, his teeth grazed your perfect skin almost threateningly. His breath was ragged, tired. It seemed as if he couldn't breathe either.

"Sir," you breathed, "cumming." That was the only word you were able to say before you reached your peak, tightening painfully around his cock. This orgasm was bordering on painful, and you tried to get away; fight for a bit of respite before he continued. But as his whole weight was on top of you, you were truly trapped and fully at his mercy.

Namjoon took a second to look up at your face, flushed and perfect. A peaceful expression on your face, though. You'd passed out. Your exhausted body had gone limp while you attempted to regain some strength. And something else in Namjoon came back. You were unable to stop him before, there was nothing to stop him now. "I can't wait to look back on this, Princess." He told you.

He took this opportunity to quickly untie the useless restraints you wore, and flipped you onto your stomach. With you in the prime position for it, he was tempted to take your ass. Force his way inside and make that hole his too. But, somehow, he resisted the urge. He slid back into your wetness and continued his ministrations, speedily approaching his own release. He was going to cum so hard this time. He could feel the strength building, and building.

"I can't wait to watch me brutalising your cunt over and fucking over. God I'm gonna cum. T-take it. Take my cock. Take my fucking cum!"

With a shout, he collapsed onto your back, emptying himself into you. His orgasm felt never-ending. Breathing was difficult. He wasn't even sure if he had the energy to pull out. He had to, though. He had to clean you up and take care of you. He felt gross upon reflecting on the words he uttered to you. The atrocities he uttered were unspeakable, yet he spoke them. And you came for him while he did. Regardless, guilt was beginning to set in for the first time in this relationship.

When you came to, you immediately felt heavily ghough. Hollow, numb. Not feeling Namjoon's touch immediately when you woke up sent you spiralling from a sub drop you'd never experienced before, overwhelmed and panicking. That was when Namjoon came into the room.

"Hey, hey." He said softly. "None of that, Baby. Come here." He set down the items in his hands on your bedside table and scooped you up into a hug. You had never felt more vulnerable than right now, crying into his bare shoulder when you were almost entirely naked. If it weren't for the sheet covering you, you'd be exposed to him completely.

"I'm s-sorry f-for not t-telling you about-" The attempt to apologise for lying to him was ruined by your sobs. But Namjoon just rocked and shushed you.

"I'm here, Baby. I'm here. You're safe. It's okay."

"I-"

"Don't talk. Just cry. I was too vicious to you wasn't, I? You're not any of those things. I love you so much." He kissed your cheek. "You're so kind..." he kissed your forehead. "And beautiful..." he kissed your other cheek. "And you are my entire world." He kissed your lips so softly, you could barely feel him. "And I love you." He pulled away from you briefly. "What did I just tell you?"

"That you l-love me."

"Good girl. Precious girl."

Though he was a little further away from you now, he still had his hand on your body, making sure that you could physically feel him at all times. He reached over and handed you the glass of water that he brought in. "Tiny sips, Baby." You obeyed, earning you praise to warm your heart. With every sip of water you took, you could feel yourself becoming calmer and calmer until all you felt was exhaustion. He had also handed you your favourite chocolate bar and told you to eat it in front of him, to get some of your sugar back up. He promised you pizza for later, and beckoned you to rest your head on his chest. As you snuggled into his body, you felt his finger tips brush up and down your spine, relaxing you and making you drift off to a deep and exhausted sleep.

Weeks later, on Namjoon's birthday, you made a somewhat disturbing discovery. You had only been to Namjoon's house a few times since you two began dating, given that most of your meetings were either out in the world or at your home. You were unsure why that was, but never thought anything of it. There were hundreds of innocent reasons as to why a person may not want to spend time in their own home, and if Namjoon wasn't ready to share his secrets with you, then who were you to force him? All in due course.

You, unbeknownst to your boyfriend, had booked the day off work to surprise him and celebrate his birthday with him when he returned. You hadn't meant to go snooping, honestly. It's just, you wanted to check on the arrival of the bespoke cake you'd ordered to his house. Your phone wasn't being helpful – stupid mobile sites – so you decided to do the next logical step and borrow his laptop. If you cleared the browsing history and site cookies, he'd be none the wiser. It would be fine.

Though, all your good feelings left when you opened his laptop (which didn't have a passcode on it) and saw that he'd left his last application open. Upon an automatic refresh, your mouth widened in shock and horror to find yourself looking into your own house. Multiple cameras installed at varying angles to capture the entirety of every single room. Live feeds with a constant recording so they could be viewed on demand, cut into various clips whenever something interesting happened. There were few videos of you doing mundane tasks. But most of the videos you saw showed you in your most intimate positions, either being fucked by Namjoon or touching yourself. Or on the phone to Daddy.

One by one, you scrolled through these videos, watching the scenes unfold. These dated back to the beginning of your relationship. You watched the videos when Namjoon fucked you and felt yourself get wet. One of the more recent videos being when he punished you for playing with Daddy. You remembered that night so vividly, it often became masturbation material when Namjoon wasn't around. To be able to watch it happen as though you were a stranger was more of a turn on than you'd anticipated. But then you saw videos you knew you weren't meant to see.

Namjoon let himself into your house frequently, especially at the beginning. And sometimes he'd still be in your apartment when you came home. You watched him hide in your closet, and some of the angles showed him stroking himself. You watched him sniff and lick your panties, cum over them and other things around your house, including the dildos you kept in the living room and the rim of your favourite mug where your lipstick stains were.

Way back in the beginning of the relationship, you found it peculiar that Namjoon would contact you while you were in the middle of playing with yourself. Sometimes, you'd be bouncing on the dildos in your living room and he'd call you. You thought it was an odd coincidence, nothing more, but now you knew the truth. He'd been watching you for months, stroking his cock to these secret videos of you and calling you to see if he could hear your moans. Your pussy throbbed at the thought.

You felt disgusted with yourself. The man you loved and trusted above all others had violated you. He filmed you without your knowledge or consent, broke into your home to defile your things, and watched you in your most private moments. You should be angry with him. You should hate him. Report him to the police at the very least. He wasn't sane – or normal. No ordinary person would do something like this. But your hand was now working over your clit, rubbing yourself while watching the evidence. Bucking your hips and stifling your moans as you watched yourself on screen, watched how your body responded to the pervert and listened to yourself wail for him. Watched him masturbate over your sleeping body. Listened to his horrific words.

"I can't wait to watch me brutalising your cunt over and fucking over. God I'm gonna cum. T-take it. Take my cock. Take my fucking cum!"

You wished you were awake to have heard that. You wished he'd said it in your ear while you were cognitive and present. Hearing that one word had your cunt clench and your fingers involuntarily work faster and harder. If you heard it from him, it would have hurtled you into another orgasm just like it had when hearing it through his laptop speakers, cumming all over your fingers and dripping on his dining room chair.

When you'd come back to your senses, you sat there for a little while contemplating what had just happened, and what steps you should take next. The logical side of you was very much screaming at you to run as fast as you could to the other side of the world and never tell him where you'd gone. Or at least to the police station to report him for the crimes he'd committed against you. The darker side of you, however, was almost begging you to mess with him. You could have so much fun now that you knew what he was doing. You struggled with the internal fight for the rest of the night, even when Namjoon was deep inside you, none-the-wiser that you knew his dirty little secret. While he was being gentle with you, making love to you, all you could hear was how he sounded when he told you he'd brutalise. The image of him choking you and ruining you had you cumming so hard for him. And he had no idea that you knew.

You avoided Namjoon for a few days after that, and it drove him insane. He wasn't used to going no-contact with you, or even not seeing you for more than eight hours at a time. When you told him that you needed to stop and think about things his imagination went into overdrive. He was glued to his computer screen during that time watching to see if anyone else entered your house, or if you were spreading your legs for another person. He didn't know what he would do if you were having an affair with someone else. But to add to his confusion, you saw no one. Not your best friend, not your family... you didn't even go to work. And he was worried you were spreading your legs for someone else, but you didn't even do it for yourself. That was when he knew something was wrong. He once joked that you masturbating was like a golden retriever eating; if it didn't happen then there was truly a problem.

After five days of hearing nothing from you, he finally received a text. He leapt at his phone when he realised it was you, and answered immediately. Responding to your invitation to come to your house. He was in a taxi faster than he ever had been before, and was at your house within 20 minutes.

You greeted him at the door, in an oversized t-shirt and bicycle shorts, his favourite outfit combination. The shorts always hugged your curves so perfectly, and the oversized t-shirt hung off your breasts. You looked delectable... but also insanely stressed.

You didn't say anything to him, just took him to your living room and sat down on the couch. He sat on the couch next to you, and didn't say a word until the silence was unbearable. This was it; you were going to break up with him, he knew it. "Are you okay, Baby?" He asked.

Instead of answering, you pulled out your phone and pressed something on your screen. You made sure the volume was up to its loudest setting. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled his ears, as did his grunts and moans as it became obvious what he was listening to.

"I can't wait to watch me brutalising your cunt over and fucking over. God I'm gonna cum. T-take it. Take my cock. Take my fucking cum!"

At least he has the decency to look horrified, you thought sadistically. Your face didn't show it, he didn't know it, but watching him squirm and panic was doing things to you. Your dominant, perverted boyfriend was now terrified and putty in your hands. The power had shifted, and it belonged entirely to you.

"You recorded us?" He asked quietly.

"Do you want to tell me why there are cameras all over my house, Namjoon?"

His eyes widened even more. "Wait, Baby, please! I can explain." He launched himself off the sofa and got on his knees in front of you, forcing you to look down on him. He looked pathetic, begging for your forgiveness, holding your thighs and anxiously waiting for your forgiveness. He told you everything from the very beginning about the robbery and the reason why he would so often break into your house, right to the cumming in your panties and watching you touch yourself every day. You could feel your shorts getting wetter and wetter at the vulnerability he was displaying. "How can I make this right, ____? I'll do anything."

The magic words. "Anything?"

"Name it."

"You're going to need to apologise."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so so-"

"Not with your words." You lifted your hips and removed your shorts, revealing your dripping cunt to him. The cold air hit you and you could feel your clit tingling in anticipation, knowing that what was to come next was going to be the best night of your life. You spread your legs wider, giving him enough space. "But you can still use that nasty little mouth of yours."

He wasted no time, immediately throwing himself forward and lapping up your wetness, tongue moving desperately to try and make you feel good and keep him close. He sucked and licked on your clit fervently, and as hard as you tried to remain quiet, occasionally fervent moans would escape and tell him that he was doing good. You put your hand on his head and tugged at his hair.

"I wanted to make you suffer." You told him while he was still between your thighs. "Wanted to hurt you." You moaned and began bucking your hips. "Oh, fuck! That's it! Haven't touched myself in days because I knew you'd be watching. Couldn't let you feel good after the shit you pulled.

"Did you like watching me, Joonie?" Your tone changed, you began to taunt him. You pulled his head away by his hair. He tried to fight you, tried to get back to your cunt and finish what he started, but your grip stopped him. "Did you like watching me fuck myself and not know you were there?"

You peered down to his trousers to see his cock hard and ready to go and you laughed. "Kneel back." He did what you asked and unknowingly gave you access to him. You immediately stretched your leg and put your foot on his dick, pressing gently at first. You laughed at him when he let out a small moan, finally being granted a modicum of friction. "You know, if you'd have asked, I would have let you put the cameras up. I would have even put on a bigger show for you. I would have moaned louder, called your name, bent over and showed you my precious cunt. I would have given you all the material you could have ever wanted."

You applied more pressure to his dick, pushing down a lot harder and this time earning a groan of pain. "But you went behind my back like the fucking pervert you are. You watched me fuck myself in this very room and let me believe that I was alone. I always thought it was weird how you knew the things I was into. Turns out you've been letting yourself into my house and violating me in all aspects."

"Please."

"Please what? What are you begging for, perv?" You removed your foot from his cock and leant forward, roughly pulling his hair by the roots and making him look into your eyes. "You are not to touch yourself. You're going to make me cum in five minutes. If you don't, I'm going to walk out that door and you're never going to see me again. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

You leant back one more time and spread your legs again. You picked up your phone and started the timer. "Go."

He moved in pure desperation, there was no other way to describe it. Immediately, his mouth was attached to your clit, sucking harshly and quickly. He was fighting with your body and pulling out all the things he knew that drove you mad. Now there were high stakes. You were going to leave him if he couldn't perform the most basic of tasks. He immediately plunged two fingers inside you and began to roughly use them, hitting that soft spot and making you scream out in pure pleasure. You always loved his fingers inside you, he knew that. You told him he had beautiful hands and loved feeling them fucking your cunt, loved how deep they got, and how quickly they could move.

You didn't bother to hold back your moans. You were so loud for him. He loved it when you were loud. Perhaps you were being loud to torture him. He couldn't touch himself to your moans, so he could only listen to how good he was making you feel. And he was making you feel incredible. Your hips were wantonly moving on their own, and your hands were pushing his head further into your cunt. His fingers were picking up their pace. At this point, you were all but screaming.

He could feel you tightening. You were so close to cumming. He stole a glance at your discarded phone. Twenty seconds remained. He began to work harder, faster. His tongue ached from the constant use, and his hand was cramping up but you were so close.

Twelve seconds.

"Fuck! Namjoon! Just like that!"

Nine.

Eight.

"Oh my fucking God, Namjoon!"

Five.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Three.

The sound you made was guttural and animalistic. Your back arched and your grip on his hair tightened. "Fuck!" You came on his fingers as the timer went off. This wasn't a sweet and delicate orgasm like you'd usually get from his tongue, this was violent and powerful. The wind was knocked out of you and you squirted all over his face and your sofa, soaking the fabric of his t-shirt. He only pulled himself away from you when you made him. You were so exhausted you couldn't even turn off the timer, he had to do it for you. You were breathing heavily, eyes droopy from sleep. But you weren't finished yet.

"Strip." You ordered him. He obeyed. "Sit on the sofa."

Once he was settled on the sofa, you straddled him, feeling him bare beneath you. He hadn't fought you once, allowing you to take complete control of him, submitting to you as you usually do to him. He was so red and hard, and very pliant. His eyes never left your face, even when he felt your hand on his cock and lined him up. Saying nothing, you sat, feeling him fill up your empty walls quickly. It had only been a few days without him, but when the two of you fucked like rabbits, it felt like forever. He clearly felt so, too, judging by the moan he just let out.

He said your name and put his hands on your waist, looking down at where you two were joined. But giving him autonomy was not something you had planned. You grabbed hold of his wrists and pinned them by his head, against the back of the sofa. You put all your weight into your hands as you bounced on his cock, not giving him the room to move. He could probably completely overpower you and there was even a small part of you that wanted him to. But the power trip you were on right now, the way it felt to have a big, strong man entirely at your mercy had you even wetter than usual. Except for the grunts that Namjoon would let out, or the moans you would, the sound your cunt made as it swallowed Namjoon was so loud, and such a turn on.

Namjoon still wanted more, though. It was torture to see your breasts bounce from underneath your t-shirt. Usually when you rode him, he liked it if you were completely bare so he had total access to your body. But your t-shirt was blocking his view. Despite that, your nipples were still so hard and visible through the fabric, he couldn't help himself. He reached forward and took one into his mouth, biting down softly.

"Harder!" You told him. Your nipples were so sensitive, especially when you had the t-shirt on to rub against them. Namjoon's teeth clamped a little harder, causing you to moan out and pick up the pace. A big part of you regretted pinning him down with your hands - your clit was aching again, and needed to be played with.

"You know," you began breathlessly, "you always called me a slut, but now you're acting like this." You bent down and bit his neck, earning another groan. "You're so useless right now, aren't you? Can't even fuck me with this big useless cock. Even now you're so hard. Such a fucking pervert, aren't you?" When he didn't respond, you bit his neck harder. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Hmmm... not good enough." You stopped moving. "I want you to say it."

"I'm a pervert." He responded immediately.

You lifted yourself up and slammed back down, forcing a scream out of him. "Louder!"

"I'm a pervert!"

You laughed. "Look into the camera and say it."

The realisation dawned on him, the cameras were still rolling. There was now footage of him being dominated by you on both of your phones. A quick flicker in his mind appeared; what if you used this video against him? The scariest thought to him was that he didn't mind. He didn't care if you posted the video anywhere. In fact, he felt his cock get harder at the thought of people seeing him so weak for you. He looked directly into the lens, and opened his mouth. "I'm a pervert!"

You slammed back down on him again. But this time, you didn't stop.

"What did you do?"

"I - fuck - recorded my girlfriend without permission. You feel so fucking good, shit!"

"Did you watch them?"

He nodded.

"Which one did you watch the most?"

"When... when you were tied up... and I - fucking hell - fucked you so hard you passed out."

"Do you know what I watch?"

"No."

"I watch you touch yourself over me when I'm asleep."

"Fuck." His voice was barely a whisper.

"I watch you fuck your hand while sniffing my panties, acting like a desperate little slut that can't wait for his girlfriend's tight cunt he has to lick her underwear to get off."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"I want to cum."

"Where do you want to cum?"

"Inside."

"Inside me? You think your useless, filthy cock is good enough to cum inside me?"

"Please."

God, he sounded so desperate.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!"

"Cum for me. Now."

His eyes lit up, he was so happy to finally be able to empty himself inside you. You watched his face for the telltale signs that he was right there. To help him, you sped up even more and moaned wantonly, being loud for him as he loved. He was so close.

"I'm gonna -"

As he began his release you sat up, pulling him from inside you and letting his cock flop onto his belly. "No!" He screamed. The cum that was supposed to be inside you now emptying out onto his stomach. Tears began to well in his eyes as his orgasm ebbed away quickly, leaving him messy, used, and unsatisfied. He looked at you, feeling a small pang of betrayal.

"Let this be a lesson to you," you told him, "the next time you want to do something fucked up, you ask me first. Understand?"

He wanted to say something but thought better of it. He nodded simply.

"Don't touch yourself until tomorrow. I'll let you cum then."

You released him and stood up.

"What's stopping me from taking what I want from you anyway?"

"I'll do this again."

He nodded in understanding.

"Come on, Baby," you held out your hand, "let's go take a shower."

Goddamn, as I was writing this the trigger warnings just kept piling up and piling up and it got darker and darker. This shit is extra horny lmao. I know I don't usually write as dark as this, and it took me ages to get this done but I just had this brain rotting idea and I had to get it out. I hope you enjoyed it! My commissions are open so if you want something similar but with a different member, let me know! I'm happy to keep up the darker themes.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano, Please? Part 2

Word Count: 757 A/N: italicized text within quotation marks means that the person speaking is using Romanian instead of English

Y/N's POV:

I haven't seen Jenna for five days, so she was probably just a tourist. It's not uncommon for a tourist to pop by the shop asking for a coffee but not being able to speak Romanian, so I have no idea why I'm so sad that she's not coming back. 

I thought the idea of a "hallway crush," (someone you've interacted with once or twice for a short or professional amount of time, but are attracted to nonetheless), only lasted through high school. I guess I was wrong.

Friday morning, the shop is quiet because of how early it is. I shovel some coffee beans into the grinder. Despite the annoyingly loud noise it makes, I find it an oddly satisfying process.

I yawn, getting out of bed at four thirty for a five AM shift is nobody's idea of a good start to a day.

Once the coffee's all ground up, I put some in the drip coffee brewer and the rest next to the espresso machine.

In the back, I can smell my coworkers taking today's baked goods out of the oven.

"Hey, L/N, want a cinnamon bun? It's a little 'burnt', so we can't sell it," my coworker and friend Nessa asks. Every Friday is the same, Nessa and I are two of the only people around the shop this early, so we'll sneak a pastry and say it was burnt if anyone asks.

"Sure, Thanks!" I reply, taking the warm pastry from her. Taking a bite, a smile creeps across my face, "did you guys change the recipe? This is even better than last week's!"

"Yeah, boss asked if we could add a few more spices to the dough," she explains, "I'm a pretty big fan of the new recipe if I do say so myself."

It's not long before the cafe starts to smell like cinnamon and coffee, a perfectly inviting scent in the gloomy fall weather.

Five twenty and it's time to open up the shop. Of course, no one actually arrives until six, usually. Nevertheless the owner says being open early is best for business.

As I wait for the first customers to arrive, I zone out. There's not much to do except for sitting alone with my thoughts.

I'm so lost in thought that I'm thoroughly shocked when I hear the bell on the door ring, indicating that someone has entered the shop. I look up to see who it is. Then it dawns on me. She's a little paler than last time, but it's still her.

"Jenna?" I ask incredulously, I thought for sure she was gone.

"You remember me?" she raises an eyebrow.

"I remember most people who can't speak Romanian," I lie.

"Sure," she giggles.

"What can I get for ya today?" I ask.

"You know, I think I'll take your joke from the other day seriously," she replies with a faint smirk, "I'll have an Americano with oat milk please."

"Alright, an Americano for the American," I laugh, mixing the drink, "so, what brings you to Romania?"

"Could you please repeat that?" she asks, "sorry, I've been having trouble focusing lately."

"Well, you're clearly not a tourist, because most tourists don't stick around for more than three days. So I'm just wondering, what brings you to Romania?" I repeat.

"Oh, uh, I'm filming a TV show," she explains.

"You act?" I ask. I don't know why I'm surprised. She certainly has the looks and charisma for Hollywood.

"Yeah," she smiles, "this is definitely one of the bigger things I've done though."

"Congrats on that! What are you filming? Are you allowed to tell people?"

"It's a show about the Addams family," she tells me.

"Oh I love that franchise!" I exclaim, "Are you playing one of the family members?"

"Yeah, I'm Wednesday, which is both exciting and nerve wracking." 

Okay, so I'm literally talking to a celebrity. 

"Woah... That- that sounds like an awesome job," I smile, "good for you. So you'll be in the area for a while?"

"What's it to you?" she smirks flirtatiously, "you wanna take me out on a date or something?" I feel a blush start to creep it's way to my cheeks.

"That depends, you gonna be in town for a while?"

"At least six more months."

"In that case, how about I show you around town sometime?"

"I'd like that," she smiles. As much as I would love to keep up this banter, there's too many people in the store now.

I hand her the receipt, my number neatly scribbled down on the blank side, "reach out when you're available," I wink.

She heads out and I watch as she leaves.

On with the day. Only four hours left of this shift.

[mins-fins]

closure.

&&. but really, what closure can you even receive? he's gone, and you'll never see him again.

pairing: ten lee x m!reader

genre: yummy yummy angst

warnings: mentions of death, hospitals, and some homophobia

word count: 1.2k

notes: do you guys like angst ☺️?? i like angst for sure!! so anyway i have finished all my tests and it is now the weekend, so have this ten angst i cooked up while i also work on that long detective ten fic that i totally do not cry over every time i touch it

"your hands are always so cold".

ten chuckles at your muttering, again lacing your fingers together as you wince a little bit due to the cold surface of his fingers. he winks at you, and turns back to the pastries he was currently decorating, letting go of your hand. "yours are always warm, were so compatible, aren't we?"

you just stay silent at his question, observing him as he decorated the cookies before him with icing, a small smile on his face as he thinks about something funny.

you observe him for what seems like forever, a smile crossing your features as you watch him do it so meticulously, as if with no mistakes at all.

he's like a magician.. you think to yourself as he continues, and another smile comes to your face. he is very pretty, gorgeous even!

your not sure how long you stay lost in thought, it's like your eyes fix on ten and suddenly, you get lost in your own mind. he isn't doing anything drastic, just decorating cookies—

and looking absolutely gorgeous while doing so..

"what are you thinking about?"

his soft voice snaps you out of your own head, and you catch his eyes quickly, they soften as the two of you make eye contact, which gets a small chuckle out of you.

"you".

you don't mean to respond so honestly, but you do, and he just looks down, snickering. "aww, really?"

"you know already.." you mutter, turning away as your eyes focus on the window. it's pitch black, not like it's the middle of the night or anything, it's just black, no street lamps, no additional lights, nothing else to see but black.

there's nothing outside..

there's nothing anywhere outside the house, you know that, and you hate it.

"yeah, i do" you can hear the smile in his voice, but you don't look at him, continue staring at your surroundings. they're all blurry except for the area surrounding you two, like your both in a small personal bubble where the rest of the world makes absolutely no sense.

"why do you do this to me?"

you try to laugh as you ask that question, but you sound more depressed than anything. ten pauses his actions, and merely glances up at you, tilting his head as he blinks.

"i don't know what your talking about, babe".

there goes that dumb nickname again, the one that somehow always get your stomach flipping for a completely unknown reason. ten has just this thing with giving you couple like nicknames, but it's normal, normal for you two.

you hate that your heart hurts.

"ten.."

"yes?"

after what seems like forever, he finally looks back up at you, and those eyes are back, the same ones that make you want to burst into tears by just the sight alone.

but you contain yourself, contain your emotions.

"why do you keep doing this to me?"

you ask the exact same question, just in a different way, you just need to know, you don't want to leave until you know.

his gaze softens, and his reaches forward to caress your cheek with his thumb. you want to flinch away from the touch, but you don't, you relax, and you hate that you do.

you hate that he isn't ever going to come back..

"i really don't mean to.." he mutters, a soft smile coming to his face, while your sad frown remains. "i just want you to say it".

"i can't—"

"you can".

you feel like your about to cry, and you hate that you feel like your about to cry. you never got to spend that much time with him, it all felt like it went by so fast, you could never even process your feelings, let alone tell him how you felt before he.. well.

you look down, sniffling despite no tears falling down your cheeks yet. "why'd you have to go?"

"i didn't have a choice, babe".

you know, you know he didn't. no one ever has a choice when it comes to suddenly dying, it was all so random, abrupt, it all just happened.

"i'm sorry.." you mutter, an unforeseen guilt suddenly taking over you. it's not fair, you get to wake up and he doesn't? do you even deserve any of this? it feels like you did something horrible.

"there's no need to be".

"i love you" you finally say, somehow able to keep yourself from crying, again. ten smiles, but his smile is sad, everything about this is sad.

"i love you, and i never told you, and then you were gone, so i couldn't, and i—" you sniffle again, tears now falling down your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hide it from you i was just scared".

and it's true, you were scared, you had seen the judging eyes from everyone else, and though ten didn't care about any of that, you did, you hated the idea of being judged for something you couldn't control, so you hid it, hid it for so long, but now he's gone, and this is really the only way you can actually tell that to him.

his smile becomes a frown, pressing his thumb to your cheek as he wipes away the tears that continue to fall down, and it only makes you want to cry more. "it's okay, it's okay, your fine now".

but you aren't, because he's not going to come back after this. even after you finally admitted what had been making your stomach swirl in uncomfortable ways for so long, ten won't just reappear, he is always gonna be gone.

"it's not" you whisper. "your not going to come back".

"but you finally got that weight off of your shoulders" he whispers, lifting your chin up so that he could look at you. "you have to wake up now".

you sigh shakily, holding onto ten for what seems like forever. you don't want to let go, you don't want to wake up, you can't, you'll never see him again if you do.

"i don't want to.."

"but you have to" ten presses. "you have so much left to do, right now isn't your time".

how am i going to do anything without you?

you hate that you begin crying again, and you press your head against his chest. just a few more minutes.. just a few more minutes.. you don't want to go just yet. "i'm sorry".

"don't apologize, you did everything you could, i won't ever fault you for that".

you look down, and he runs his fingers through your hair. it feels so real, you wish you could stay like this forever, with ten, in this dreamland where all he does is comfort you, hug you, whisper kind words into your ear.

"i love you.."

he just smiles as you say those last words, and he leans forward to kiss your forward, whispering; "it's time to wake up".

maybe it's his voice, or the way he gently holds you, the way his breathing gets slower and slower as he leans closer, you don't feel yourself begin slipping away, which is probably good, you weren't sure how you would hold up if you felt the dream end.

and when you open your eyes, your met with the sounds of beeping hospital machines, hushed voices, and hundreds of eyes staring at you.

your alive.

your awake.

[littlejazzy]

🎃👻 Boo Basket Ideas for Littles 👻🎃

If you haven't heard about them before, a Boo Basket (or Boo Bucket or Boo Bag) is a basket filled with Halloween and fall-themed goodies - so, basically, a Halloween-themed Easter basket 😅

They're intended to be given to people of all ages - from parents to kids, neighbor to neighbor, spouse to spouse - basically, they're for everyone!

The reason I think these Boo Baskets are LITERALLY PERFECT for littles is because, for a lot of them, they either aren't comfortable or can't go out to go trick or treating. If that's not an option, then many are happy to simply pass out candy to trick-or-treaters... except when they can't even get the satisfaction from that because of a lack of trick or treating in their neighborhood.

There are always other available events, from local fairs, fall festivals, trunk-or-treats in random parking lots, theme parks, amusement parks, and other pay-a-fee-to-walk-around-and-get-candy events - but some littles may not be able to attend one of these either.

With no big event or activity to do, then some littles may feel left out or are otherwise let down by the time Halloween Day arrives.

But! Getting a Boo Basket can give them something to look forward to!

The Boo Basket itself can be anything - a trick-or-treat bucket, a woven basket, a cauldron, a paper bag - what matters is that it fits whatever you put inside it! It doesn't have to be big, nor do you have to put lots of items in it, it's the thought that counts!

Some things you can put in a Boo Basket:

Comfy Things! This is a big category that stretches from cozy socks to big, soft blankets! There's also sweaters, hoodies, and/or special Halloween pajamas!

Candles! Scents play a large part in setting a mood - from scents like Pumpkin Pie to a Ghostly Graveyard, there are plenty of aromas for any type of little!

A Mask! Depending on the little, one can tuck in a spooky, rubber monster mask, a fun, shiny plastic mask, or a plain wooden or paper cut-out mask that the little can decorate themselves!

Toys! There are so many possible toys one can throw in, but some ideas are a Halloween stuffie, a themed doll, a horror action figure, a wind-up toy, or a container of slime!

Books! There are plenty of picture books that are appropriately themed, as well as coloring books, but for older littles, some spooky horror books can also be a fun treat!

A Movie! Physical media isn't dead, so putting in a DVD or BluRay can be fun! There are compilations of Halloween episodes for kids shows, family-friendly flicks, and scary horror movies!

Treats! Any treat you think the little in question would like can go right in! From sweets like chocolates, gummies, lollipops, cookies, and marshmallows to more savory things like popcorn, pumpkin seeds, chips, and pastries, there are plenty of food one can throw in! Don't feel limited to food items though, as hot chocolate or coffee can be just as special!

Other Bits and Bobs! Stickers, bookmarks, lotions, bathbombs, glow sticks, puzzles, fidgets, decor, if you think the little in question would like it, toss it in!

If all these items and the variety of items are a bit overwhelming, one can also make a themed Boo Basket!

Some specific themes for a Boo Basket:

A Recipe and its Ingredients! Collecting all the items necessary for a specific recipe can make for a fun activity! You can also throw in new cutlery, flatware, or cups!

Movie Night! A blanket, movie, and popcorn - along with any other treats - can make for a perfect movie night!

Slime! Instead of simply buying some slime, making a slime recipe of choice is another fun activity - especially if themed mix-ins are there!

Glow Party! Halloween night is when festivities tend to start, so why not have a bunch of glow-in-the-dark items to play with when the sun goes down! Light-up items are just as fun, and last longer, so feel free to mix the two!

Sugar Rush! Just fill the basket with as much sugar-filled items as possible :) Your little can handle it responsibly :) It's fine :)

Jack-o'-Lantern! Place a medium to large pumpkin in the basket, along side either a carving kit or painting kit! Placing the ingredients preferred for roasted pumpkin seeds can make the whole affair an event! Toss in some mini pumpkins and markers to make a whole family!

Most of the items listed can be bought at a dollar store or other bargain stores, so they can be made with any budget! Don't stress about the amount of items you're getting, as, again, it's the thought that counts!

I hope if anyone makes or gets a Boo Basket, themed or not, that it brings them some needed Halloween spirit!

👻🎃Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

[gabessquishytum]

Hob works in a rich bitch cafe; it's not called that of course, but most of the restaurant clientele are women who don't have "jobs" and who can eat (and drink) lunch for 3 hours a day. Hob's not complaining - the tips are good and his ass only get pinched a few times a month.

The most interesting group of ladies who come in seem to be some kind of exs club; they all dated or were married(?) to this guy Morpheus. They have a litany of complaints as their monthly lunches get more lubricated -- he's so intense and smothering, except when he's busy and disinterested; the sex is good, when he wants it, but who can tell went that is; he's so moody; he looks better in couture that (we) ever did. The best they can agree on is he's pretty and the moneys good.

Hob kind of feels bad for this guy - these ladies don't seem to ever had respected this Morpheus guy. It's too bad, but it is a bitch club so maybe they are just venting. If Hob wasn't dating this absolutely fantastic guy, Dream (the sex is great, he's intense in a way Hob loves, and Hob enjoys just cuddling him when they both need some quiet time), he might have tried to look this Morpheus guy up -- just to see if he swung Hob way; Hob would have offered to blow the guys back out, at the very least.

Oh well.

It's the monthly Mimosas & Morpheus club 😭😭 and I fucking love it.

Hob watches on in amusement. He's got to the point where he recognises the ladies and even knows some of their Morpheus-related backstory: Nada, the college girlfriend who he proposed to after just one month and then refused to even look at her again after she declined. Titania, who is at least enthusiastic about the guy's skills in bed. Calliope, the ex wife who is perhaps the kindest but also the most savage. There are others who come and go. Hob almost looks forward to hearing their stories.

One day one of the women (Bast? Hob thinks her name is?) is like "I hear he's trying men now. For goodness sake, was it not enough to traumatise the entire female population?" And the girls all laugh, and some speculate that maybe Morpheus was gay all along (Hob takes mild offense at the blatant bi erasure but it's not his place to say anything).

And then he's distracted anyway, because Dream just swanned through the cafe doors! Hob is thrilled to see his boyfriend and greets him, giving him a big ole smooch when the manager's back is turned. Dream looks pleased, but then he looks over Hob’s shoulder and all the colour (not there was much) drains from his face.

Hob follows his gaze and sees that all the ladies from the mimosas & morpheus club are staring back, jaws on the floor. Calliope stands up and quietly calls out - "Morpheus? Is that you? What are you doing here?"

But the moment she speaks, Dream - Morpheus? Slips out of Hob’s arms and flees through the door. There are angry tears in his eyes, and Hob is halfway through following him before someone tugs him back.

"Let him have a moment." One of the women - Jo, Hob remembers. She doesn't come often, counts herself as a hookup rather than an ex, and never pays for her own booze - "He looks good. Better than he used to. Obviously he just needed to find the right bloke."

Hob smiles slightly. He'll go after Dream, anyway. There's no way he'd leave his beautiful boyfriend to deal with this alone. Hob tries to imagine what it would be like to walk into a room full of his own exes and nearly gags.

When he comes back with a reluctant Dream in tow, Hob finds that he still has his job, thanks to the mimosas and morpheus club. They've also bought an entire basket of pastries to apologise and made themselves scarce.

Dream buries his head in his hands. "No doubt you have heard every sin I have ever committed, in vivid detail."

"And I still love you. Even though you do leave your knickers on the bedroom floor for days." Hob grins. "You were just looking for the right bloke, love. I think you found him."

[vaspider]

Hi Spider, I wanted to ask a positive ask about Judaism if it’s ok! My doctor is a mostly secular Jew and she is fantastic. I wanted to know which Jewish holidays would be the most appropriate to bring in a gift basket for her and the (non-jewish) office to enjoy. I know Hanukkah is a minor holiday, but I didn’t think that Yom Kippur would be right either as I know she does fast. (I do always wish her a meaningful day). Would Rosh Hashanah be a good one? Or any other that you would recommend?

All of our holidays (except Yom Kippur) are Eating Holidays. It's more like... what foods you feel like bringing!

Rosh Hashanah is apples and honey.

Hanukkah is fried foods (donuts are a great bring-to-work choice, especially jelly-filled donuts, as those are close to sufganiyot, a traditional Hanukkah pastry which has been eaten at least since the 12th century, with jelly since the 15th).

Passover has Food Restrictions but a lot of places if you check the kosher section they will usually have KfP cake and the like. Bringing KfP snacks will make you look Super Cool, since most ppl won't know to do that.

Shavuot is a Dairy Holiday, so ppl do things like cheese and cheesecake.

Purim is a Food Gifting Holiday - specifically we make charity baskets, but we also gift food to friends, and knowing that is like 300-level Jewish Knowledge, so you'll look Very Cool. You can bring whatever but a lot of Purim baskets I've seen are very snacky foods.

If you decide to do a snack basket like a charcuterie kinda jam, remember most of us don't eat cheese and meat together (except for fish which doesn't count as meat for Reasons) and a lot of turkey sausage has pork casings, so you're safest just doing like... fruit, crackers, jams and cheeses.

Sukkot is an eating-outside holiday so a lot of the foods are portable things. My old synagogue used to do an event called Sushi Sake Sukkah, an adults-only event where we got to eat sushi and drink in the sukkah together. It was great.

There are a bunch of other holidays ofc but those are the big ones you might think about doing stuff for. I think Purim would be a great idea, since it isn't a holiday a lot of goyim know about, so it'll show that you did your research and care about what's important to her culturally rather than just assume, as many ppl do, that Chanukah is most important just bc it's usually near Xmas.

This is a wonderful ask and a sweet idea and I'm really happy to answer asks like this.

[angellayercake]

The Diary of Cardinal Terzo Two

Cardinal Terzo x Assorted Characters | NSFW | AO3 | Intro

Based on this funny little article we start to read about some of Terzo's creampie adventures in his diary. I am still accepting prompts for this so just let me know!

disclaimer I know this is the farthest thing from safe sex but let’s pretend in this universe there is a special secret satanic sti and pregnancy protection just for fun

09/01 Most would not think there would be much opportunity to sin in a library but to them I would say they are clearly not dedicated to sin. But no one could accuse me of that. The sweet little Sister had been so obliging, helping me find the text I required. I admired her as she stretched for the shelf, her small stature hindering her even on the top of the ladder. Perhaps I should have offered my assistance but why deprive myself of such a pleasant view? Her tailored habit fit her perfectly and I wanted to feel her perfect curves for myself. 'Is there anything else I can help you with, Cardinal?' She looked up at me through her lashes, a coy smile pulling at her mouth and what man of Satan would I be if I didn't take that offer? In no time at all I had my fingers buried inside her as I kissed her to capture her mewls and moans of pleasure. 'Tsk Sister you must be quiet. This is a library!' I couldn't help but tease her. She shut me up quick enough though pulling me in by my grucifix and informing me it was time to fuck her. My little librarian being so commanding I obeyed of course unbuttoning my cassock and sinking into her tight wet cunt. From then on I have to admit I was much less concerned about the rules of the library! Creampie count: 11   

17/02 It had started with a sniffle, just the occasional sneeze and a runny nose but before I knew it I was coughing at every turn, with a pounding head and a sore throat. I was suffering, to put it mildly. I hate being sick. It is wretched and horrible but especially bad when there is no kind caring sibling to warm your bed and soothe the aches of a fever. No one cares for my plight though it is very disappointing. Well all except Sibling Rika, they hadn't been warming my bed much to my disappointment although their reasoning was fair, much as I would be loath to admit it. But they had been bringing me food between their duties and redirecting some of the most annoying members of the clergy. Today I felt the worst I had felt so far even turning down the proposition of the Brother who visited this morning. Word had gotten around of my undertaking and the residents of the Abbey had been more than willing to help but this illness was sure to set me back. At least I thought until Rika came to visit this evening carrying a cloche covered tray. 'What is this?' I asked. 'Take a look yourself,' they smirked. I lifted the lid and was met with mountains of whipped cream in a pastry case.' A cream pie so you don't go off track.' I laughed until I couldn't anymore! It was a creampie. Technically. Creampie count: 87ish

27/03 Our eyes had met over and over again as the evening progressed. They watched so attentively but seemed too nervous to approach my companions and myself. My cassock was half undone already, hands caressing my exposed chest. So many kisses had been exchanged our paints were smudged beyond recognition but it was almost the time of night where the only concern was pleasure. I had already slipped my hand into a sibling's underwear teasing and stroking but they alone could not hold my attention. Not when I could feel those shy eyes burning into me from across the room. I locked eyes with her and she started as though I had called out to her. I crooked my finger at her and she paused before making her way across the room. Keeping my eyes locked on hers she somehow knew I wanted her to drop to her knees as she got closer, crawling the final distance until she is right where I wanted her, between my legs. Without a word and without looking away she unbuttoned the rest of my cassock until my hard cock was freed and all her hesitance disappeared as she swallowed me down. Everything narrowed to just her mouth on my cock, her agile tongue twisting as she sunk down my length. It wasn't long until I was spilling down her throat the first of many creampies that night!  Creampie count: 162 

29/03 This Sister was most vexing. She took the 'sin' part of 'Sister of Sin' very literally and applied to everything she could. Sleeping during sermons, sneaking food from the kitchens and shirking her duties. As Cardinal it was my responsibility to discipline her for her transgressions. Discipline was usually my brother's forte, the miserable stronzo but even he had failed with this Sister. So I had called her to my office this afternoon not expecting to make much progress but she took to her punishment better than I expected.S he watched attentively as I showed her what she couldn't have until she behaved. The red wet head of my cock the only thing visible as I jerked from behind my desk. I watched as she squeezed her thighs together knowing that all she needed was to get out some frustration. I could see it building in her eyes as I got closer and closer to cumming and I couldn't tell who was going to break first. Until she moved, jumping up from the seat I had instructed her to stay in and ending up in my lap. Before I could react she was wrapping her hand around my cock and her firm grip was all I needed to make me cum in her hand. She smirked at me, sucking my spend from her fingers as she sank down my still hard cock gluttonous for even more.  Creampie count: 165

[cherryblossomsmist]

Steve learning how to make alcohol free versions of Tony’s favorite desserts the first Christmas he’s sober. Tony loved Loved LOVED the tiramisu at his favorite Italian restaurant in Manhattan but they used Amaretto in theirs, he grew up on traditional Black Forest cake but the the kirsch liquor is a no go.

They may not be intoxicating at the amounts in the baked good but the taste and smell and just knowing it’s there it’s… the cold and the snow and the memories of his upcoming 1 year sober anniversary and what’s one more irritant this time of year full of parties and wine and mulled ciders? He just won’t indulge in booze OR dessert like he used to let himself previous holiday seasons it’s FINE.

So Steve learn how to not only make versions of those desserts, he learns how to make them just as good really, he just has to consult with the professional bakers and pastry chefs that make Tony’s favourite versions (not counting the ones Jarvis made because those are his fav by default of course). The chefs are happy to help! They would have made inclusive version for Tony anytime but Tony is still have trouble asking for exceptions for his sobriety so they’ll wait for him to ask them but for now they are thrilled to let Steve serve him their treats by proxy

Oooh, I love this! It's so sweet, and this is the kind of thing that I think newly sober people do struggle with, so it makes perfect sense. And the idea of Steve struggling to learn to back, probably with chocolate smeared along one cheekbone and flour down his front, probably poking his tongue out like he does when he's really concentrating on his art, is just so sweet! I imagine he really screws up the first too - baking is difficult and precise, you know? They don't rise, or he burns them, or something. But Steve being Steve, he's nothing if not persistent, and keeps at it until he's mastered it, and is proud to offer his desserts to Tony!

[fungifanart]

False Happiness

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Dire Crowley, all of the students, like literally all of them, Nurse OC that's mentioned by name maybe twice

CW: Cursing, trauma (I think?)

Word count: 4.5k

Disclaimer: All of the students (except Ortho for robot reasons) are depicted as being college age and I will die on this hill.

Notes: It genuinely warmed my heart to see some of y'all asking for a part 2 to this fic so how could I say no?

@obamas-divorced-aunt @sacrificialwife1

One week has passed since the Prefect’s overblot and the silent tension in the air hasn't let up even a little as everyone waits for him to wake up.

It would take the most oblivious person in all of Twisted Wonderland to not notice the stark contrast between before and after the Prefect’s incident. How numerous classes go quiet each day as several key members remain lost in their thoughts or are absent altogether. How grades are already going down as a large group of students are too distracted to complete their assignments.

Of course, Crowley knows better than to fully blame the students for this. They're only like this because of the Prefect’s condition and if he wanted to find the catalyst to blame for it, then he would only need to look into a mirror, but this would only bring his mood down further.

And so, he decides to distract himself by making his rounds across the school and its dorms, much to the dismay of their members.

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Upon entering Heartslabyul, Crowley is greeted by the usually cheery sight of an unbirthday party, however, the air feels as though it was physically drained of its light atmosphere as Mr. Trappolla and Mr. Spade are engaged in a very intense discussion that looks like it might turn into a fistfight at any moment. Crowley would normally expect Mr. Clover, Mr. Rosehearts, or even Mr. Diamond to have attempted to break them up by now, however, he looks over to see all three of them distractedly doing some other actions.

He sees the vice housewarden absent-mindedly passing around pastries despite his fingers being littered with bandages covering injuries one might have from cooking while distracted. He sees the orange-haired man making numerous attempts at taking a photo of the tart in front of him for Magicam, but failing due to the trembling of his hands. Finally, he sees the housewarden himself languidly picking at his own tart with a dark expression on his face.

"Mr. Rosehearts. A word, please." Crowley says in order to bring the young man from his thoughts.

With a jolt, the shadow cast over the young man's face lifts as he turns to face Crowley, but not before a look of annoyance flashes across his face upon realizing who he's talking to.

"H-headmage! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Mr. Rosehearts says almost robotically.

"I realize that this must be a trying time both for you and your dorm mates, but I don't think that means you can leave Mr. Trappolla and Mr. Spade to get into yet another fight." Crowley replies while motioning to the two men in question.

The housewarden's eyes go wide and he immediately gets up to go break them up.

Crowley can immediately tell that the other dorms must be out of sorts as well if THIS is the state of Heartslabyul. And so, he leaves the dorm to its own devices and begins walking to Savannaclaw.

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Now, Crowley is well aware that he isn't exactly the most liked person among the staff of NRC, especially after his role in the Prefect’s overblot became common knowledge, but he hardly thinks being growled at by every Savannaclaw member he walks past is necessary.

Regardless, he will not be deterred.

He starts making his way to the room of Mr. Kingscholar, but is surprised to instead see him, Mr. Bucchi, and Mr. Howl diligently practicing spelldrive on the field below.

At first, it seems like a regular game, but, upon getting closer, the anger and frustration in the air become so thick that one could slice it.

Crowley waits on the sidelines for them to finish, only to be almost clipped by a spelldrive disk embedding itself in the wall next to his head.

"You must have balls of steel to show your face around here after what happened last week." Mr. Kingscholar says while retrieving the disk with a scowl.

"Control yourself. A housewarden you may be, but do not forget which one of us is the Headmage." Crowley warns, not appreciating the younger man's tone.

"And yet, you still don't act like one." The beastman fires back indignantly.

"Enough. I'm simply here to check on the wellbeings of yourself and the other students..........and also to thank you again for being one of the first at the Prefect's side after the incident." Crowley says while mustering every drop of professionalism he has to give a thankful bow without saying anything petty, "I would've thanked Mr. Clover as well, but he seemed...distracted."

"......Hmph. It was the least I could do after everything we'd clearly put him through." The lion replies curtly, but not before Crowley sees a visible shiver go down his spine and up his tail, no doubt as a result of recalling everything they saw that day, "Anyway, as you can see, we're all doing fine as usual and we're still in the middle of practice so if you'd be SO kind."

Crowley nods in understanding before turning to leave, while still very aware of the piercing glares digging into his retreating back from the wolf and hyena the lion was playing with.

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Crowley can immediately tell that the events of last week had a profound effect on the housewarden of Octavinelle purely by the Mostro Lounge being closed on a weekday.

'It’s worse than I thought...' Crowley thinks to himself, knowing how Mr. Ashengrotto would never risk losing even a single thaumark unless something serious was going on.

Crowley knocks on the office door and enters upon hearing a distracted "Come in" from the other side.

He enters the Lounge and walks towards the back to check on the octo-mer in his office and passes by the brothers Leech who seem too engrossed in their own discussion to notice him.

"I must say, I was quite surprised to see the Mostro Lounge closed during prime business hours, Mr. Ashengrotto." Crowley begins, causing the young businessman to look up from his documents with an unamused glare.

"Yes, well, two of my best workers are still out of it from the incident last week and business has been slow over the last few days anyway so I figured closing for a day or two would do everyone some good." Mr. Ashengrotto says while returning to writing on several pieces of paper at once.

'Yourself especially.' Crowley thinks, noting the dark circles under the young man's eyes.

"If you came in just to question how I choose to handle my business, then I'd appreciate it if you'd see yourself out now." The silver-haired man says while clearly running out of patience.

"O-of course. My apologies." Crowley gives a slight bow before exiting the establishment while still going unnoticed by the brothers Leech. He remains focused on his task, but manages to catch one sentence as he walks by, "Those voices we heard at the end...they were ours, weren't they?"

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When entering the Scarabia dorm, one can usually expect to hear the sounds of a parade or even just general merrymaking and have a solid fifty-fifty chance of being correct. This time, however, Crowley is met with complete silence.

He makes his way through the halls, only encountering a handful of students, before reaching the housewarden's chambers.

Just as Crowley is about to knock, he suddenly is grabbed by the arm and dragged into a dark hallway where he finds himself face to face with the vice housewarden himself, eyes practically glowing with fury.

"Dire Crowley, you are going to listen to me VERY carefully." Mr. Viper begins, not waiting for a response from the headmage, "I don't know where the hell you got the impression that you can just waltz on in, but you can’t. Thanks to your little fuck-up, I've had to deal with a mopey Kalim who can't even be bothered to leave his room most of the time, all without the Prefect to cheer him up, meaning that his grades are already suffering and his parents are on MY ass for it! With that in mind, I'd suggest turning around and steering very clear of Scarabia until you fix this mess you've made." He concludes, leaving the headmage in stunned silence.

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After being essentially kicked out of the Scarabia dorm, Crowley feels reasonably nervous at how his arrival will be received by the students of Pomefiore. And lo and behold, he was right to feel this way.

Before he can step one foot through the gates, an arrow sails by dangerously close to his face and embeds itself into the ground next to him. Of course, it wouldn’t take much brainpower to determine the culprit, given the students the Prefect is acquainted with, if he weren't already striding towards the frazzled headmage.

"Dearest me! My sincerest apologies, Proviseur Corbeau! I was practicing my archery in the nearby forest when my hand oh so tragically slipped! Are you uninjured?" Mr. Hunt inquires while inspecting Crowley for any cuts or gashes.

"Fortunately, your arrow just missed me, Mr. Hunt." Crowley says, not missing the minute 'tch' that escapes the young man's lips at his response, "In the future, I would recommend you take more care when aiming so as to avoid any real tragedies." He concludes with a hint of warning in his voice.

"But of course! You can expect nothing less!" The young huntsman exclaims, "Ah, but where are my manners? What brings you to our humble dorm on this fine day?"

"It’s my understanding that the Prefect's incident last week has left a significant number of students quite disturbed. So I figured I would check in with you all to ensure you're in good health!" Crowley says with aplomb.

"Ah! Truly you are a role-model for headmages across all of Twisted Wonderland! I already feel my eyes watering at how you care for your students!" Mr. Hunt says while wiping a tear from his eye, "But rest assured, the students of Pomefiore are no worse for the wear than before the incident. So a check-in will not be necessary!"

"Are you quite sure, Mr. Hunt? I should like to talk to Mr. Schoenheit and Mr. Felmier myself just to be sure, seeing as how they are both close friends to the Prefect-" Crowley begins, but is cut off by the young huntsman.

"I CAN ASSURE YOU, Proviseur Corbeau. Roi du Poison and Monsieur Cherry Apple are in NO NEED of conversing with you." The young man says while maintaining his normal composure, but with a hint of warning and something more sinister behind his honeyed words.

".....If that is truly how you feel, then I will not press the issue further. Good day to you, Mr. Hunt." Crowley turns and begins walking back to the hall of mirrors, ultimately deciding to heed the huntsman's warning against poking the bear.

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Continuing on to the Ignihyde dorm, Crowley hadn't expected much to change, given the introverted nature of its housewarden and students. However, when opening the front door, expecting to see and hear no one, he instead sees all of the students bustling about with all manner of cleaning supplies in hand.

"May I ask what's going on here?" Crowley questions a passing student.

"Housewarden Shroud enacted a dorm-wide cleaning initiative after the incident a week ago." The student responds hurriedly.

"Correct, which we are STILL behind schedule on because no one in this dorm knows how to pick up after themselves, apparently!" The younger Shroud says in exasperation as he approaches the headmage, causing the other student to scurry off.

"Ah, the younger Shroud! Lovely to see that you're doing well!" Crowley exclaims.

"I'm sure it is, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now." The younger Shroud states.

"Excuse me??? Why???" Crowley asks, taken aback.

"Idia's explicit orders when announcing the cleaning initiative were that only pre-approved individuals would be allowed inside the dorm until its completion and that Dire Crowley is to be permanently off that list for fear of tarnishing the cleanliness with his 'horrendous vibes'." The cyborg concludes matter-of-factly before beginning to push the headmage back towards the front entrance.

"Wh-- Of all the childish--" Crowley takes a breath to collect himself, despite currently being pushed towards the door, "May I at least ask why your housewarden would enact such an initiative in the first place?"

The younger Shroud pauses for a moment before speaking, "Very well, I will show you a recording from my memory of when I questioned Idia on this decision, but you must leave right after."

Crowley hears a few beeping sounds from the young cyborg before the plating on his forearm opens up to project a video in front of him.

"Brother, I fail to see the point in all of this!" The younger Shroud says in the recording.

"Ortho, didn't you see all those memories of the Prefect tripping over random stuff we've left lying around all over the dorm and getting laughed at for it?! That wouldn't have happened if we were more diligent about cleaning up after ourselves! Taking it a step further, we basically caused his overblot!" The older Shroud's recording replies urgently.

"Idia, I HIGHLY doubt--" The recording would've continued, but is instead cut off by the older Shroud in the flesh.

"Ortho, I believe I was very clear about whether Crowley is to be allowed in the dorm." He says in an uncharacteristically stern tone of voice.

The young cyborg quickly turns around in surprise, "I-Idia! I know! I'm sorry! I was actually just in the middle of seeing him out."

"Well, then let's see him out together." The older Shroud says before joining his brother in fully pushing Crowley out the front door, "Have a good day, headmage." He says as the door shuts forcefully behind him before Crowley can get even one word in.

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With his rounds almost complete, Crowley arrives at his final destination: The Diasomnia dorm, which somehow feels even more gloomy than usual.

As he approaches the front entrance, he's nearly struck by three separate bolts of green lightning, but continues with determination and opens the front door only to be greeted by Mr. Vanrouge hanging upside down right in front of him.

"I see that you aren't too keen on taking a hint, headmage." The bat fae says nonchalantly.

"And I see that you're doing well, Mr. Vanrouge." Crowley replies while walking past him into the foyer, "I was hoping to check in with Mr. Draconia and his bodyguards. Are they available right now?"

The bat fae lands on the ground and gives a snide grin, eyes almost radiating distaste for the man in front of him, "Even if they were available, what makes you think they'd want to see you? As you recall, Malleus was quite upset after everything that happened last week."

"Be that as it may, it's still my duty as headmage to ensure the wellbeing of my students." Crowley responds, eliciting a mocking laugh from Mr. Vanrouge.

"Oh, that is QUITE rich coming from the same headmage that somehow managed to cause a magicless student to overblot! We ALL saw how you so heartlessly told the Prefect he can’t go home." The bat fae retorts ruthlessly.

"And I'VE told you all numerous times that that wasn’t how I--" Crowley's rebuttal is cut off by a new booming voice filling the room.

"Excuses are a thaumark a dozen, Dire Crowley." Mr. Draconia says maliciously while entering the foyer and being followed by his two scowling bodyguards, "You've made an impressive show of playing 'The concerned headmage', but I think it’s time for you to take your performance elsewhere."

"I--" Crowley is about to argue when suddenly he feels his phone receiving a call, "Oh, for the LOVE OF--" He breathes in before turning around to answer the call, "Yes? Crowley speaking."

"Dire Crowley? This is Nurse Goht. I was told to call you if the Prefect's condition changed?" The nurse says over the phone, causing Crowley’s heart to skip a beat before turning around and putting the phone on speaker.

"I'm calling to tell you that the Prefect has regained consciousness, but--" The rest of the nurse's sentence is inaudible over the sound of the four other men in the room rushing out of their dorm at a full sprint.

Crowley considers following them, but remembers that the nurse had more to say, "I'm terribly sorry, but I didn't catch the second half of your sentence. Would you mind repeating it?" He asks cautiously.

Nurse Goht clears his throat on the other end before continuing, "Well..."

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You'd had quite an interesting awakening with the first thing you saw being Grim's tearstained face rubbing against yours and then being told by the nurse that you'd been asleep for a whole week.

"Oh crap! I'll need to apologize to everyone for making them worry. Geez, and I can already see all the homework I'll have to catch up on." You say before entering deep thought about your next actions.

You're taking the time to plan out who you'll talk to first while comforting Grim who is blubbering unintelligibly in your lap when you're startled by the door to the infirmary suddenly slamming open to let in a large group of familiar faces, all out of breath as if they'd run all the way here.

The nurse tries to tell everyone to give you space, but that doesn't stop Floyd or Kalim as they immediately tackle-hug you back onto the bed with abandon. You're then met with a barrage of the others talking to you at once.

"We all heard from Sebek! How are you feeling???" Deuce asks urgently.

"You sure took your time, didn't you, herbivore?" Leona says nonchalantly, despite his tail swaying back and forth happily.

"All the stress from waiting for you to wake up was bad for my heart, y'know!" Ruggie whines from your bedside.

"You gave us all quite the scare back there." Jade comments.

"I'm just glad you're okay! I barely knew what to do with myself after what happened!" Kalim says while rubbing his face against your shoulder.

"Speaking of, due to those recent events, I've drafted a new contract with terms that I think you'll find more equitable than the previous ones." Azul says while fishing through his coat pockets for the contract in question.

"I'm willing to help you catch up on the material you missed, if you'd like." Riddle offers while already taking out his notebook.

"Oh come on, Riddle. He JUST woke up from a week-long coma after overblotting. Doesn't he deserve even a little break?" Trey points out.

"Trey, that's exactly why he needs to--" Riddle would've continued, but Trey's last statement compells you to speak up.

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'overblotting'? Who overblotted?" You say in confusion.

A wave of silence washes over the room as everyone takes in what you said.

"WH-- HUMAN, THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES." Sebek scolds you as you look at him with genuine confusion in your eyes.

"Sebek, I'm not joking! I actually have no idea what you guys are talking about! Did someone overblot while I was unconscious or something??" You say while racking your brain for any applicable memories.

"You mean you seriously don't remember?" Silver asks with concern in his voice.

"Well, the last thing I DO remember is making my way to Crowley's office 'cause he wanted to talk to me about something, but I tripped at the top of the stairs and fell all the way back down and blacked out." You say thoughtfully.

Jamil quickly speaks up before anyone else, "Right! Of course! A random student ended up overblotting near where you fell and we'd assumed that he was the reason why you were unconscious! Right, guys?" He says while making eye contact with some of the others and they nod their heads in agreement.

"Hmm, I do think I remember feeling an earthquake and seeing that black miasma that always shows up before I blacked out so that tracks." You say as you reevaluate your memories, "Oh yeah! I still need to hear what Crowley wanted to talk to me about! Do you guys know where he is?"

What you weren't expecting was an immediate "NO!" from everyone present before Ace speaks up.

"I wouldn't worry about that! It was probably just some generic progress report about him trying to get you back to your homeworld--" Ace's sentence is cut off by Deuce throwing his hand on top of his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from hearing the end of it.

"My 'homeworld'? .....Alright guys, come on. I thought we were past this." You say in an unamused tone.

"Uh...past what, exactly?" Epel questions cautiously.

"Oh, don't play dumb! I know my hometown was pretty remote compared to everyone else's homes, but you don't have to go acting like it was in a completely different world!" You accuse Epel as you feel Floyd, Kalim and Grim go stiff in your lap.

"Y-your home...town?" Floyd repeats in a shaking voice.

"'Was'?" Grim quotes nervously.

"Yes? My hometown was destroyed by a freak hurricane a little while after I came here? I'm pretty sure you guys would remember that, considering how I shut myself in Ramshackle for a week after I found out." You say, once again, with great confusion, but also sadness at remembering the deaths of your family.

Another wave of silence washes over the room, this time, accompanied by a sharp drop in temperature as everyone's faces go pale.

"What is happening?" Idia whispers to Ortho.

"No idea." Ortho whispers back.

"A-ah! But of course! How could we forget such a painful time for our dear Trickster? You have our most sincere apologies!" Rook says while elbowing Epel and Vil.

"Y-yeah, you're right. We're sorry for bringing up bad memories." Epel says while bowing apologetically.

"Indeed, how careless of us. How about we go fetch you some refreshments to make it up to you?" Vil offers while already motioning for the others to follow him out the door.

"Oh-- no, it's okay! You really don't have to!" You try to protest, but most of the students have already cleared out, leaving just Floyd, Kalim, Ruggie and Grim to keep you company.

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Trey can already feel death glares from some of the others as they walk out into the hallway outside the nurse's office. Of course, he knows that he kind of deserves it for dropping the ball like that.

However, a new voice breaks the silence before anyone else can.

"I assume you all just finished speaking with the Prefect?" The headmage says while walking towards their group.

"Yes, but we still don't know what's going on!" Cater says urgently.

The headmage sighs before responding, "It would seem that the Prefect was in a worse state than we thought. After Mr. Draconia and the others left, I spoke with the nurse some more and found out that the Prefect seems to have repressed all of his memories from his homeworld and unconsciously rewritten his current ones." He explains.

"Wh-- rewritten how?" Jack asks.

"From what we've gathered, the Prefect seems to think that he's always lived in Twisted Wonderland and the reason he can’t go home is that it was destroyed." Crowley concludes with a troubled expression.

Trey is at a loss for how to process this information, "So...what do we do now?"

Trey's question hangs in the air for several minutes as they all wonder how they could possibly proceed in this situation.

The silence is finally broken by none other than Malleus.

"I say we do nothing." The dragon fae says, earning confused stares from Trey and the others, "The Prefect’s overblot made it exceedingly clear that his memories from his homeworld were a continuous source of pain for him, which is why his brain went to such lengths to repress them. Therefore, if we play along with these new memories he's created then he won't have to face that pain anymore. 'Ignorance is bliss' as they say." The housewarden proposes.

"But are we willing to accept that burden?" Lilia speaks up, "I understand your wish to protect your friend, but if something happens that causes his old memories to resurface then he may end up in a worse state than before. He may even overblot again." He warns.

".....Then it's up to us to make sure that doesn't happen." Trey says resolutely.

"Heh, you've finally said something I can agree with." Leona remarks, "Though, I'm surprised that the 'headmage' over here isn't jumping for joy already. If the Prefect thinks his home doesn't exist anymore then he doesn't have to keep pretending to look for a way to send him back."

"I will have you know that I have been and will continue to look for a way to send him home!" Crowley says, getting looks of genuine surprise, "Whether he remembers them or not, the Prefect still has a family in his homeworld that is waiting for him to return. With that being the case, my duty to him as headmage has not changed. I will see to it that he gets home, no matter the cost." He concludes, earning only a few unimpressed huffs.

'......huh.' Trey thinks to himself, 'I'm interested to see how long this sentiment lasts.'

"Hmph, very well. Let's assume he's telling the truth for now." Riddle says with authority, "In the meantime, we all know what we must do, correct?"

They all nod in response, ready for the long road ahead.

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And so, they all begin lying to the Prefect.

They never once bring up his homeworld, or rather, homeTOWN ever again.

They never ask about his family and specifically avoid talking about their own in front of him unless he asks.

Whenever it seems like he might remember even a part of the truth, one of them always distracts him long enough for the memories, the pain, to reshroud themselves in fog.

Trey invites him to an unbirthday party. Kalim takes him on a magic carpet ride high above the clouds. Leona challenges him to a game of chess. Ruggie snatches something from his pocket to get him to chase him. All of this amongst numerous other ploys.

In every instance, the usually intelligent and inquisitive Prefect always ends up stopping right at the cusp of remembrance, as if even he is unconsciously holding himself back.

Of course, they all realize this may seem immoral from an outside perspective. That the Prefect may end up hurt even worse because of their actions.

However, if they have the power to preserve the smile on his face when he sees them for even a day more, to keep the fire of hope burning inside him for just a moment longer, then they will use it without hesitation.

After everything he's done for them, they would do anything to protect their beloved Prefect.

[toxinoire]

Okay so due to major boredom, waiting for the Miraculous World Special, absolutely emotionally dead over the fact that Miraculous season 6 won't be out for who knows how long and my dumbass thinking it was a good idea to rewatch the final ep of Supergirl and absolutely falling back into Supercorp, have a crossover of The Love Square and Supercorp. As incorrect quotes of course, I haven't written an actual crossover au.

...

Yet.

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(Let's pretend that all this is post reveal for MLB yeah?)

Supergirl: I can fly high enough that If I drop a rock in from the stratosphere it could break the ground.

Chat Noir: *gasp* I wanna see that!

Supergirl: Or you could try it! You have that suit power up that makes you fly!

Chat Noir: *more gasping* YEAH! I COULD-

Ladybug: NO!

Lena: NO!

Ladybug: Fuck no!

Lena: Absolutely not!

Supergirl and Chat Noir: But-

Lena and Ladybug: no

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Kara: So this boy, who would literally follow you to the end of the universe, had called you "just a friend" more than you can count?

Marinette: Yep. It drove our friends nuts.

Marinette: And me too, so...yeah.

Adrien: You're not gonna let that go are you?

Marinette: Nope.

Adrien: Didn't you partner zone me?

Marinette:

Marinette: I did, didn't I?

Lena: So...

Lena: So basically, you two rejected each other...for each other? When even was your first kiss?

Marinette: During Adrien's flight to London-

Adrien, at the same time: Our date as Marinette and Chat Noir-

Adrien and Marinette: What???

Marinette: Wait, wasn't it during Oblivio?

Adrien: We don't remember that at all.

Marinette: Okay then-...Dark Cupid?

Adrien: I don't remember that!

Marinette: Then when was it-

Adrien: I don't know-

Lena:

Kara:

Lena:

Kara:

Kara: Oh that is complicated...

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Adrien: How is it like dating an alien?

Adrien: Because like, she appears human but she isn't. So how does that work?

Lena: Adrien...

Lena: Aren't you made from a feather?

Kara: I feel like it's more he is a feather.

Lena: Ah, right. And you appear human, but you aren't.

Kara: Yeah, how does that work?

Adrien:

Marinette: Yeah so spending time with you two was a bad choice.

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(Fighting a villain)

Supergirl: Crap, we have to get there but the path is blocked.

Lena: We need to distract them.

Ladybug: *glances at her Lucky Charm that is a bottle of perfume* Oh I know! Chat, can you-

Chat Noir, already putting opening Spotify and playing Careless Whisper: *jumps in the middle of the warzone*

Supergirl:

Lena:

Ladybug: Perfect. Now I need you two to drop that pilar on them and-

Lena: Is this how you two normally operate?

Ladybug: Well yeah and then there's me using whatever I get from the Lucky Charm to win with the laws of physics and Chat Noir's cataclysm.

Supergirl: And you win?

Ladybug: Yeah.

Lena:

Supergirl: How-

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Kara: Hey! What did you think of Marinette and Adrien?

Alex: Those two...

Alex: Are the jumpiest most traumatized pair of 14 year olds I've ever fucking seen. It's like they're war veterans.

Lena: They kind of are war veterans.

(Meanwhile)

Marinette: Alya, how'd meeting Kara and Lena go?

Adrien: What did you think of them?

Alya: They are literally just you two except they're adults, both women, use technology, have siblings and only one of them had a secret identity.

Alya: Seriously, a smart human who has access to magical shit and a non human blonde who both saved the world, almost lost each other, dated other people before one another, make a great team and severely traumatized? It's literally you two in a different font.

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Kara: Marinette, control your cat! He stole my food!

Adrien: I took one potsticker!

Kara: Still stealing!

Adrien: It is not!

Kara: Yes it is! What if I just took your pastries?!

Adrien: Hey! These are from my girlfriend!

Kara: Those potstickers were also from my girlfriend!

Marinette:

Lena:

Marinette: Wanna see how I made the contraption I used to hide Miracle Box among my things?

Lena: Oh absolutely.

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Lena: Oh, Nia. I see you've met Marinette and Adrien.

Nia: I have.

Kara: So what did you th-

Nia: Can we keep them? Please?

Supercorp: What-

Nia: I seriously vibe with Adrien's puns and Marinette is so fricking creative and I relate to her awkwardness.

Nia: Please can we keep them?

~~~~~

Lena: You...attempted to cataclysm your classmate for hurting Marinette? I mean, get mad and yell sure, but cataclysm?

Adrien: Yes. I do not regret that one bit.

Adrien: Besides, cataclysm doesn't kill, it just gives you excruciating pain that you'd wish you were dead.

Lena: What the fuck-

(Meanwhile)

Marinette: So you just dropped the plane with the toxic chemicals, not even bothering to check if you were flying over a population or not, and just took your fucking chances so you could save Lena?

Kara: Yeah. I'd do it again.

Marinette: But what if she hadn't made the jump?

Kara: I'd drop the plane and catch her.

Marinette: What if you were flying over a population?

Kara: Still dropping the plane.

Marinette: Okay then-

[abcketchup]

Seokjin x reader

Drabbles, Bakery au!

Warning: None.

Wc: I don't count for this one, but I think it's pretty short around 1k ~ 2k something.

A/n: I had this from 16 NOV 2021. Now it's out and become another commitment of mine to finish. I don't even have any title for this.

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You really want to sell all of your possessions just to gain some money to buy this damn bakery. Sadly, your possession is not that much worth money- mostly your clothes were bought from a pile of bundles with the most affordable price at 5 bucks which you went crazy and ecstatic at the time.

Anyway, you really love that bakery, they make the most delicious pastry ever! Bonus, the owner, Mrs. Dora is really kind to you. Always give you the warmest bread and a hug (yes, bread comes first).

Talking to you fondly with warm gaze and motherly caress. But all of that will be gone. It's gone. Soon. Why?

Because, one day in a warm, peaceful evening. You were peacefully arranging the freshly baked pastry for display when Mrs. Dora decided to break the news.

"Sweetie, soon I'll sell this bakery. Because now, I have enough money to live my dream life! In my dream house with the love of my life." She sighed blissfully. Her hand skillfully kneading the dough, the result of years of working.

You froze after she said that. She didn't mean...

"What about me madam?" you timidly ask. Well, she should think about her staff, right? Because you know she is the kindest person you ever met, she will not just abandon you like that right?

"Hm? What about you?" Mrs. Dora tilted her head, confused.

You flounder after yourself, "I mean if you sell this bakery, what about me?" timidly you piped, shoulder slumped, "Am I fired?"

Mrs. Dora, who was kneading the dough for the second time, was startled and nearly spilled flour everywhere., "Oh my god, no! No sweetie, of course not." She quickly comforts you.

"You will still be working here. It will be just a change of ownership; thus, you will be getting a new boss!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"He's incredibly gorgeous and a true gentleman! How fortunate you are to have him as your boss, y/n! If my hubby was that old grouchy and I wasn't pursuing my dream, I would snatch him for marriage in no time!" Somehow you could feel the heated jealousy glare from behind where her husband doing his job.

Sulkily you said, "But I would rather have you, madam." You pout, hands twirling around the rug, "I am comfortable with you." not knowing your words tugging her heart- or maybe you know, either way.

"Oh, sweetie," she eyes you guiltily, "Don't say it like that. You made me want to take back the agreement," - "Please do!" you interject, "I can't sweetie. He already paid for this bakery." Mrs. Dora shakes her head pitifully.

"Don't worry y/n, I vouch with my husband's name that he is really a good person. He will take care of you and this bakery." The said husband was shocked, turning his head with his side-eyed beloved wife, who was oblivious to his side-eyed stare.

"Ah, he also would make for a good husband," she winks.

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And that was the last thing she said to you.

Not only had Mrs. Dora betrayed you (you personally think she is, even if she's not), but she even didn't tell you last month, whereas yesterday, was her last day.

And now, you are facing this handsome stranger, with his printed cat apron on, claiming that he's the new owner here. And apparently, his name is "Kim Seokjin." And he wanted you to "Please, take care of me."

What the hell.

Out of instinct, you turn around. Wanted to bolt out of the scene as soon as possible.

"Wait!" No, you can't. It seems like your legs have their own minds, running as fast as they can.

Yet, you still are no match with his long leg, easily catching up to you, and pulling your elbow. "You're y/n, right?" he huffed, ah not really athletic.

"How do you know?" You didn't remember telling him anything, except for the greeting of little 'good morning'.

"Mrs. Dora once showed me your picture." He explained. Not only did she betray you, but she also spread your picture around (only this Kim Seokjin).

"She said that you will help me manage this bakery." Ah, also decided without you. Who said that you're going to still work here? (you will though).

"I didn't agree to anything. Hell, she didn't tell me anything. Except for this sudden new owner." You clarify, pulling back your arms from his grip. Now, that you are aware he's been chasing you with his cat-printed apron, catching some eyes from the passerby. (He still looks good, how unfair.)

"I didn't even know that it was today that the new owner came in." you huffed, steering a little to the side so as to not block people from walking, "She didn't even say goodbye." You mumbled, lips pouting a little bit as you felt upset. You really do adore the old woman and his husband.

They took care of you a lot. Even though you are a clumsy and slow worker. Always timid and not really sociable, always have problems to handle customers. They always let you work around the bakery, cleaning and organizing. Always give you some warm bread even though you know you are not much help. Always pay you, sometimes more than your worth. That's why when they left you like this, it's upset you more than you thought.

"Ah", his eyes wide in realization, "I was supposed to come in the next few weeks, but Mrs. Dora seemed to have some urgency in her hometown and asked me for help to look after the bakery for a few days." He scratches his neck awkwardly. "And I thought it would be nice to familiarize myself with the bakery."

"Mrs. Dora said that I just have to ask you anything regarding the bakery. You have worked for her for a long time now." He added. That caught you off guard. Yes, you did work for a long time, but all you did was the bare minimum.

"Well, yeah." You paused, before you slowly started, "But basically, all I did was clean around the bakery. And organize the fresh bread or something like that. Not much really. I don't think that I would be any help." you admit, somehow ashamed. And yet, his reaction is the opposite of what you think he would be.

"That would be great though! Let's go now, I just left the bakery with Jimin, and we should open now!"

Okay, wait, now who is Jimin?

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a/n: this is just for fun. I don't think anyone would read this shshsh

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Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 3

Word Count: 2,667

Writers Note: I abandoned this fic, but I'm rewriting it now that I've expanded on Cecelia and Elvis, This is an au idea as stated last time! Well let us try this again

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In 1953, in Memphis Tennessee, Cecelia and her mother Denise Valmos move to Shelby County as Her mother Calpurnia's Nashville home is going through renovations, but when asked to keep a low profile by her mother, Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

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Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"When are you going to see him again?"

"Tomorrow, after church," She blushed, sitting on the couch as she swooned. Cecelia didn't have a crush at all. Besides, he was her friend, and friends don't crush each other. At least, she didn't think so,

 "So what else did you two do,"

"We went dancin," She giggled, "We saw Beale Street." Clutching her heart as she began to dance around. Oh, she was lovesick,

"Then what happened, Booby," Gladys asked as she was mopping the floor, 

"Then we talked, he smiled, "And when she talked, well..." He blushed as she looked up at her son, 

"Well?"

"I believed everything she said I could be." He sighed. He was giddy and wishful, 

"Mama,"

"Hmmm?"

"I think I got a thing for her." He laughed, "I mean today. We were at Lanksy's. She had me try on stuff 'cause she believed I-I could buy it one day!" He laughed,

"Sounds like someone you'd want around you." She kissed his cheek as he smiled,

 "Well, good night, mama."

"Night." She winked,

"So, what's that all about?" Vernon asked as Gladys chuckled, 

"Elvis is in love." 

"Again..." 

Memphis, Tennessee, Sunday, May 1953

Cecelia was in the kitchen baking snacks for when Elvis came over. She'd been out of her church clothes and wearing a blouse and pink. Humming a tune as she was whisking away at the brownie batter. Everyone also appreciated her pastries, especially her brownies. "You've been baking up a storm, haven't you?" Denise looked at the flour on her daughter's face, a sigh from when she'd do the same thing. 

"Well, did you give him your address..." Cecelia paused as she heard the phone ring. She'd hoped it was him because she clearly forgot to do so. 

"And Who's this calling..." Denise said, 

"E-Elvis M'am."

"Cece, it's for you." Cecelia rushed to the phone as she answered, "El, hi!" She blushed as Denise shook her head, laughing, 

"Cece, so uh..."

"I know. I forgot to give you my address." She said. Telling him as he wrote it down, 

"So, do you need me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself," 

"Val, you sure?"

"Pres, I've baked treats and made lemonade." She smiled as he shook his head. Was it too soon to say he'd want to marry her? or was he just simply hungry. 

"Alright, I'll be there." 

"See you." She was giggling and twirling her hair as her mother cleared her throat, 

"Oh! Uh!"

"You like him, don't you."

"A-As friends..."

"C..."

"Okay, okay, a little." Denise looked at her, "A lot." Cecelia blushed. A few minutes later, a knock on their door and Denise went to answer it. Standing there was the cutest little button of a teenager she had seen. He had a somewhat choppy haircut, the cutest blue eyes, and he was a bit pimply, but he was dressed nicely, but he must have been in the wrong neighborhood. After all, this was the black suburbs,

"Hello, Mrs." 

"Mrs. Denise and you are?"

"El, you made it!" Cecelia blushed. So this was Elvis. Denise chuckled a bit as she shook her head. Seeing them interact. It made sense. They'd make a cute couple, but it was also 1953, so that wouldn't be so likely.

"I'm Elvis. I uh bought a pie, my mama refused, I come empty-handed." He smiled as Denise's heart melted. He was so sweet already and nothing like the guys Cecelia had liked in the past. 

"Well, I'll be in the basement working on some things. If you need me, call." She smiled as they nodded,

"Your mother looks familiar." 

"Oh, does she?" Cecelia began to sweat, hoping he wouldn't ask her a question she didn't want to answer, "Yeah, but I can't trace it," he shrugged, "So about last night?"

"I had a great time." Walking to the dining room, which was furnished with a few of her mother's awards, Elvis glanced at them as he put his attention back on her. 

"Me too." He smiled. Sitting at the kitchen table, watching her, "I'd like to hang around you more." She smiled, making him a plate of pastries, "You should come over sometime for dinner!" Elvis smiled. His parents would have loved to meet her. After all, he'd been talking about her for two days non-stop. 

"I'd like that!" 

"And maybe you'd like to go to prom with me?" Cecelia froze as she was trying to figure out how to respond, putting his plate in front of him as he looked at her face. He seemed doubtful until he heard her say, 

"Oh, Elvis!"

"Is that a ..."

"Yes, I'd love to. We could wear pink together!" She said as Elvis laughed. He loved her enthusiasm and her energy. And he also loved her brownies, reaching for another as he kept eating. 

"Unless you don't wanna wear pink," pouring a glass of lemonade into a crystal glass as she was getting excited, "We could do purple or white, or-" Elvis kissed her cheek. He was feeling bold. Scared, she almost dropped the glass, and he caught it. 

"Pink is perfect, Cece." He smiled, 

"Did you kiss me on the cheek?" She asked. 

"Yes, I did." 

"Mhmm..." She kissed him on the cheek as sweet revenge until she landed in his lap. Her temperature rose as she looked at him, 

"Hiya..."

"Hello." He took in the features of her face as she did the same, the two leaning in closer and closer.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" Midge shouted as Cecelia broke apart from Elvis,

 "He had dust in his eye!" She panicked, Elvis laughed at the lie as Midge rolled her eyes, 

"Names Midge and you?"

"Elvis Presley." He stuck his hand out towards her, and Midge shook it, "I won't tell your mother that you two were gonna go to Makeout City if you pay me in those cookies."

"We were not! We're just friends!" Cecelia shouted as she got up and gave her the plate, Elvis laughed. They were indeed friends, for now. "We're prom dates." He smirked as Midge nodded, 

"Let me ask you a question, kid."

"BB King or Frank Sinatra,"

"BB King, Easy!" 

"I like this kid," Midge winked as she kept walking, 

"So..."

"That's my mother's assistant. She's like a sister to me." 

Memphis, Tennessee, Monday, May 1953

"So, did you ask her?" Red asked as Elvis nodded, a few of his friends gathering around him in the hallway, 

"And..." 

"She's my prom date." Elvis smiled. 

"Well, I wanna meet her. You keep calling us about her," Darla said, as she rolled her eyes, "Oh, here she comes." Red smiled as Cecelia walked in, her skirt swaying in motion. She smelled like roses. Her hair was in a bumper bang and a ponytail. A few of his friends figured she was way out of his league. She was beautiful, charismatic, and brave for breaking barriers. 

"Hi, I'm Cecelia," 

"Darla, this is, Betty, and-"

"Red West?" Cecelia smiled as he nodded, "Elvis told me a lot about you yesterday,"

"Yesterday?"

"Yeah, we hung out at her house," Elvis said as they snickered. He had to be lying. 

"Oh, speaking of! Here's those Captain Marvel Jr comics I promised."

"Thanks, Cece." They all nodded, noticing her Jay Garrick lunchbox. It all made sense now. 

"So, you two going study or..." the pair blushed as Elvis's hand brushed against Cecelia's, her cheeks flushing, "They're together, but they don't know it yet..." Red whispered. Walking to class, Cecelia still got a few stares, but she didn't care. She had something that they wished they did, friends. 

"So you think you'd like to come for dinner tonight?" Elvis asked as Cecelia whispered back.

 "It's a school night..."

"I know, I know, but they want to meet'cha." He smiled,

"I suppose I could." Cecelia smiled,

When the bell rang, Cecelia dashed to her house to tell her mother the news, "I'm having dinner at Elvis's house!" She shouted as Denise poked her head out of the kitchen, "I'm glad. I'm having dinner with Cab tonight. So take Midge with you."She smiled as Cecelia groaned. Midge came from the basement as if she were summoned. "Does the kid's parents know you're not exactly uh-"

"Midge!" Cecelia sighed,

"Hey, only stating facts. I mean, if he's gonna be your prom date."

"Prom date?" Denise blinked, "You got asked to prom?"

"Yeah, yesterday." Cecelia smiled, "It's nothing," she blushed, "Nothing, that young man asked you a black girl to prom, automatically that is something." Denise sighed, trying not to panic.

"The kid likes BB King, so..." Midge smirked, "He's kinda black in my book." Cecelia high-fived Midge as Denise burst out in laughter, 

"You two, I swear," Denise chuckled, 

"Well, I'm gonna get changed and make a pie,"

"Wouldn't you make the pie first?" Denise smiled,

"Right!"

"What's she like?" Gladys asked, Elvis was smiling from ear to ear, "Oh, uh, food. I guess, I mean, she bakes good, so I assume good cookin?" He said. He had finished his homework and finished getting ready. As Vernon walked in, he could tell everyone was up to something. "Cecelia's comin over, an I want it perfect. Cause she's going to be my prom date." He swooned, and Vernon and Gladys and Minnie perked up, 

"You asked her!"

"I did."

"Oh, she must be special." Vernon smiled as he helped get their apartment ready.

Midge parked her car in front of the high-rise apartment as she stared in awe, "You know I lived in one of these growing up in New York." She smiled, "Broke some girl's hearts on those steps, ah good times." Cecelia was nervous. She was meeting his parents. And she had a wild berry pie, a sweet potato pie, and honey rolls in the car. Carrying as much as they could up. They walked into the building and towards the door. Opening the door, Elvis was stunned. Cecelia was wearing a pink Gingham dress with matching pink heels, and he was smitten. 

"Oh, Elvis." Gladys smiled as she saw Cecelia. She was as cute as a button, short. But, she could tell she was sweet by her spirit, 

"You must be Mrs. Presley." Cecelia smiled as she nodded, "I hope you don't mind, but I brought my friend Midge with me." Midge waved as they came in. 

"I see you made desserts," Vernon mentioned,

"Oh yes, I didn't wanna be rude and not bring anythang." She was southern, thank the lord, Gladys praised as she helped her carry in the food, "All handmade too." And she could cook! As the night went on, there was laughing, love, and a lot to learn from the Presley family,

 "So tell me, what do your parents do?"

"They sin-" Midge tried to say

"They're, uh. Trying to get into the singing business." Cecelia said she wasn't lying, just bending the truth,

"I take it you sing?" Vernon asked,

"Like an angel, and she plays guitar," Elvis mentioned, making her blush. 

"The angel is Elvis. Honestly, he's never treated me like the other kids do. He's sweet and kind and..." Cecelia got lost in his eyes as Elvis blushed. Everyone at the table was looking at them. There was definitely something there. Gladys could feel it, 

"I'm glad to be his prom date, it's an honor,"

"Oh, it ain't nothing, really, I just think you're the prettiest girl in school." Elvis smiled, holding her hand as her cheeks flushed, Midge was proud. She'd seen Cecelia through her breakups, but this may have been a soulmate. 

"These pies are delicious," Vernon smiled, breaking up the tension as Cecelia held Elvis's hand back, 

"The secret recipe is love," Cecelia smiled. As the night wrapped up, Midge went to start the car, Cecelia said her goodbyes, and Elvis walked her downstairs, 

"I hope what I said wasn't too much on ya." 

"I never had someone say any of those sweet things." 

"Well, you do now, say. Uh, you wanna catch a movie at the drive-in?"

"I'd like that." She smiled as he pushed a loose hair behind her ear. 

"It'll, uh, be a couple of friends and-" Cecelia kissed him on the cheek, 

"Pick me up at 7." She smirked, walking to her car as Midge pretended she wasn't listening in, 

"Ooo, Cece's got a date..."

"It's not a date!"

"Then what is it?"

"An outing between two friends..." 

"At the passion pit..." She looked over at Cecelia

Memphis, Tennessee, Tuesday, May 1953

"I'm going out, Mother, I'll see you tonight!" Cecelia said, racing out of the house in her blouse, a long poodle skirt, bobby socks, and loafers. Her pink scarf tied in her ponytail as she giggled, 

"Who are you going out with ?"

"Elvis~" Midge laughed as Denise shook her head, Denise did like him, but he was still a boy, and boys always liked to try things, 

"Be careful and remember-"

"We're just friends..."

"Remember..."

"I know, I know, nothing below this here belt." She sighed, 

"I mean, how would you know... She's wearing a skirt..." Midge mumbled as Cecelia blushed, Denise glaring at her.

 "MiDgE!"

"Damnit, you're eighteen," Midge said. Sniffling, "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do." 

"Considering she likes boys that's not much," Denise mumbled,

"Would you look at that... Elvis is here!" Cecelia gulped, running out of the house and into his car, 

"You look..."

"Do you not like it? Are the pearls too much?" 

"Perfect..." He smiled, kissing her cheek as she blushed again, 

"Say, did you change your hair?" She asked as he blushed,

 "I-I-I ah uh yeah I did..." He blushed, 

"Black hair suits you. It brings out your eyes and makes you look like Superman or Captain Marvel Jr."

"Then maybe you could be my Lois Lane."

"But I do, also like the blonde and blue, which makes you look like Captain America." She gushed until she looked at him, 

"Did you just..."

"I might've." He smiled as he kept driving. They got to the drive-in, and he parked his car next to his friends, the two getting out as Elvis held her near him. 

"French Fry?" Cecelia offered as Elvis took some, sipping out of her cup of Pepsi cola,

"Gross... E You're a Memphian now. We drink Coke!"

"Taste the same to me."

"Pepsi is the drink of the Carolinas, but I'd say you ain't never lived til you had a Cheerwine," Cecelia smirked, 

"The hell is that?" Red asked as she grinned,

"Only the fuel of a Carolinian." Cecelia laughed as she looked back and saw Elvis nibbling on her burger, 

"PRES!" 

The movie started, and everyone was watching the big screen. The movie, of choice was Dracula, a classic creature feature for a date that wasn't a date, 

"Would you uh like to sit in the back with me?" He asked as she looked at him, "It's got more room, in case you get tired! I mean, uh-"

"I'd like that." She moved to the back seat as he followed. It was comfortable. As she got close to him, his arm around her shoulder, 

"Is this okay?" He asked as her head was on his shoulder,

"Perfect." She smiled, looking up at him. His smile was warm and inviting, he was charming and peaceful, and she was falling in deep for him, 

"Cece, can I tell you something?"

"Anything El," She smiled, 

"I-"

"KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS." Was all they could hear being chanted from the window of the car, 

Later that night, Elvis drove Cecelia home and walked her to her door as she smiled at him. 

"I had a great time, Pres..." 

"Me too, Val." He kissed her cheek, "I guess this is uh goodnight?" taking his arm, she pulled him close. She was hypnotized by his beauty, 

"Val..."

"Hmm..."

"You're staring at me like I'm a cake slice."

"Cause maybe I wanna..."

"Wanna what-"

"Say good night to your friend," Denise said as she opened the door. 

[protective-mama-bear]

I can imagine all the psychos going on a celebratory outing where they see who can get the most kills. Other Smiling Critters are worth extra points. The winner gets a specially made victory cake. No it's okay Bobby, you don't have to kill the kids, just taking them back to your house forever counts as a point-

While that's interesting but i don't think they would do a celebratory outing except for The Brutal Trio! The Brutal Trio would wanted competition and challenge so those three would be the trio that would competeting eachother who get the most kill counts.

Twisted, Mob and Slasher would be watching in the background, could be in amusement or to keep an eye on them (Slasher doesn't keep an eye on the troublemaker trio but i feel like he would watch them, probably in curiousity or just because he's bored.) Meanwhile Lovesick? Oh, she's the one who would make the prize for whoever win the higher kills, she probably bake a delicious pastry just for the winner and would praised them a lot (if Violent win, he get praised by Lovesick and Twisted, boosting up his ego lol–)

While Emotionless... there would be two sides, she would be watching in the dark or she won't appear at all, but if Emotionless is a little bit curious about who wins the competition then she probably watch but in the dark. (Lovesick would noticed her easily, this is totally not because of the crush– Lovesick tail would wags when she spotted Emotionless and would even secretly give Emotionless one of her pastry, which make Emotionless smile a little.)

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 7

Cedar & Cerise

Two righteous and creative Rebels coming up!

Cedar and Cerise are Rebels due to despite both having a "happily ever after", Cedar believes in and choice and knows most don't want to follow the road laid out for them, and Cerise is living proof that Headmaster Grimm's rules are nothing but a pile of lies. Both girls want to be true to themselves, making them perfect roommates.

Both girls found creative ways to express themselves, Cedar through her artwork and Cerise through sports. But, Cedar has participated in swimming activities in the books and Cerise loves to bake on her free times. So both teach each other a new thing about their hobby (they should've had Cedar painting with Cerise in the above image).

When Cerise and Cedar were getting fairest those were the only times we saw their rooms, layout of their dorm seems similiar to Lizzie and Duchess's. After rereading the books, I did get an idea of what their dorms may look like.

Cedar's side: Despite being the next Pinocchio Cedar can't lie. As an artist she uses her crafts to express herself.

This is the only image of Cedar's side we ever got in the show. Cedar appears to have a canopy bed and a double vanity that she lets Cerise use.

In the books Cedar is usual covered in paints fromher projects so it wouldn't surprise me if her walls, floor, and furniture had little paint fingerprints on them.

I can see Cedar bringing her own furniture from home or painting over the ones she's got from throne furnishing or thrift stores. Everything has a woody texture or has wood designs on it.

Cedar loves to paint, sketch, puppetry, etc. So, she most likely keeps her art supplies in her room. In the books it said she had a paint box where she keeps her paints and an easel.

Also, seeing how Cedar is a puppet her paints, sandpaper, and etc count as her beauty supplies.

Apperently, Cedar (and Blondie) were supposed to have jewelry boxes like Apple and Raven but were never made. It’s very artsy and it's a shame it was never made.

I can see Cedar framing her artwork on her side of the dorm. Having polaroid pictures of her family, friends, and etc hanging on acorn-shaped fairy lights. And a trash can full of sawdust from her projects and herself.

Cerise's side: As the future Red Riding Hood (and Big Bad Wolf), Cerise has two sides to her that are rarely shown, except to the people she trusts.

This is the only image of Cerise's side we ever got in the show. From what is shown Cerise has a deep woods nature theme to her room.

I do believe Cerise has a canopy bed, but it does not resemble the one in the second image.

With Cerise on many sports teams, she most likely has workout equipment like running shoes, weights, a yoga mat, etc.

Cerise would definitely have a dream catcher like her cousin Ramona (I know they're sisters in the show, and I'll explain why I made them cousins in another headcanon), also I think Cerise has Native American roots in her and is used to reflect her culture.

The middle flooring, wallpaper, and the second curtains are Cerise's.

In one of the quizzies on the website it said that Cerise's side of the room is most likely messy.

Once Cerise's wolf side is revealed she'll add more wolf motifs to her room (we saw that wolf painting). It won't be a wolf cave like Ramona's, but it would be a mixture of both worlds.

I don't know why, but I can picture her with a mini fridge with filled with energy drinks, jerky (can you put jerky in a fridge?), and her mother's pastries.

Also, Cerise travels via shadows so she might rarely use the door to her dorm. At first this freaked Cedar out, one moment she was somewhere else in school the next she's back in there dorm.

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