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[dongfuck]

fuck… or die - l.dh

pairing: fem!reader x bestfriend!haechan

genre: thriller, smut, fluff, angst

warnings: pwp, hyuck calls reader ‘darling’, upside down throat fucking, loads of kissing, begging (m), slight clit play, slight grinding, cock play, slight boob play, unprotected sex, nipple play (m,f), switch!hyuck, slight degradation, teasing, cum inside, finger sucking

wc: 7.4k

note: i have not watched a second of jigsaw in my life so please don’t mind the made-up scenarios of mine :))

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You were so bored out of your mind to the point where you’d let like you could literally rip your hair out just to kill the boredom. You’d attempted a record number of things for the past two and a half hours but you somehow still couldn’t find anything that piqued your interest. Alas, you resorted to the one thing that you were sure could help you. With a sigh, you reached for your phone and dialled your best friend’s number. The phone pressed to the left side of your ear, you waited for him to pick up as the ringing continued. Just as you were about to get impatient, Donghyuck finally answered the phone.

“Yeah?” He spoke in a breathy voice. “Hey, Hyuck. Are you busy?” You asked as you twirled the hem of your shorts. “N-No… Not e-exactly…” Donghyuck let out groans and moans between each word and you felt a little suspicious of him at that moment but decided not to point it out yet. “Um, okay, well, how do you’d feel about house exploring?” You asked with a bite of your lip. “Abandoned houses.” You clarified. “Abandoned house exploring? Shit um— I don’t know, Y/n, d-don’t you think that’s a-a little— fuck— dangerous?” His voice sounded shaky when he spoke and you figured you should finally question him about it.

“Hyuck, what the fuck are you doing?” You squinted your eyes knowing damn well he couldn’t see you. “Huh?” His mere sound of confusion sounded more of a whimper rather than anything and you visibly cringed at the sound. “No, it’s just… You sound like you’re…” Before he got the chance to reply, you heard a loud groan, louder than the ones before, coming from him followed by a sound of something heavy clanking against the ground. “I’m at the gym.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “What’d you think I was doing?” He chuckled on the other line. “Nothing, I just—” You barely concealed the stutter in your voice when he suddenly cut you off.

“Did you enjoy that?”

That single question was what caught you off guard. You were so driven out of your mind that all you could do was have your jaw hung wide open as you stared at the black screen of the TV in front of you. You heard Donghyuck break out into an amused laugh as you were still trying to process what he’d just said. “Y/n? Y/n! I was joking!” He laughed again. “You were saying something about exploring haunted houses?” Finally able to regain your senses, you blinked multiple times before responding. “An abandoned house. Singular. You think we’d have the time to go through multiple?” You stated matter-of-factly. “Yeahh I’m not sure… It’s a bit risky, don’t you think? I mean… what if something happens to you? Or worse… Me!”

“Nothings gonna happen to us, Hyuck. Worse case scenario, we’d just end up lost in the area.”

“And that does not sound dangerous to you??”

After a lot of convincing, you were finally able to get Donghyuck to agree with you. “Great! Pick me up tomorrow at ten.” You said giddily. “Yeah, yeah, see ya.” Just as he was about to end the call, you suddenly got a bright idea. “Actually, Hyuck, can I spend the night at yours?”

As you stepped into Donghyuck’s one-storey house, you eyes immediately drift to the pile of clothes scattered on the floor. “God, it’s a mess!” You walked over to the clothes and carefully placed them in one place at the corner of the living room as you heard Donghyuck lock the front door behind him. “Now this is what I call, Donghyuck’s Mojo, Dojo, Casa, House.” He said as he plopped himself onto one of the sofas with his arms spread out behind him on either sides. “Disgusting.” You grimaced as you walked over to the guest bedroom and threw your bag on the bed before sitting yourself on the edge of it. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and slowly descended your body onto the comfort of his bed.

Donghyuck’s place always appeared to be cozy, homey, warm, and inviting to you. No matter how messy it was sometimes, it was still your second home. If you had to choose between Donghyuck’s house and anywhere else in the world to live in, excluding your own, you’d definitely pick your best friend’s house. Even the house you grew up in couldn’t compare to how comfortable and welcomed you feel whenever you’re in his house. Cracking open your eyes the slightest bit, you were met with a pair of eyes staring right back at you. Those eyes turned out to be owned by a man that seemed to be hovering over you. “Boo.” He said before he was pushed to the ground with all the strength you could muster inside you.

With a yelp, you pulled up both your legs from the ground and kept them close to your body. A wince along with a whine was heard coming from the man you just shoved before you got the chance to scan his figure clearly. That fucking bastard, you thought as you launched cushions and pillows his way. “You fucking idiot! Why the fuck would you do that?! You could’ve given me a heart attack y’know! Who’d be responsible of that then?!” Your chest raised and dropped before you sat yourself down once again. “Chillax, mama. It was a joke!” Donghyuck rubbed his bottom, probably from the impact of hitting the ground before standing up on his own two feet. “What did you just call me?” You felt your left eye twitching before you got up and slowly made your way towards him with the last pillow in your right hand.

“Mama?”

That was the last word he’d managed to let out before all hell broke loose.

You laid your head in the palm of your hand as you awaited the arrival of your best friend on his sofa. You always found him cute… and sometimes even attractive, but you’d never admit that out loud. There was no reason for you to do so. People often assumed the two of you were dating seeing how close you two were but you’d simple wave them off, telling them how stupid they sound. After all, you’re just friends. And you’re confident Donghyuck feels the same way. A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your train of thoughts. “You’re here.” You stood up with a smile plastered on your face. “Yep. Let’s go.” Donghyuck wrapped an around your shoulder and walked the both of you out the front door.

The night was pitch black with the moon shining brightly behind the thick grey clouds. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He asked as the both of got into his car. The vehicle was given to him on his 19th birthday and you clearly remember the wide and prominent grin on his face when he’d received it. You remember how happy he looked. You remember how you’d do anything to see that smile of his again. “Positive.” You rolled off and nodded slightly in assurance. To yourself, rather than anyone else. A low chuckle sounded from the man next to you that made you glance toward him with narrowed eyes. “What’s so funny?” You asked jokingly. “Nothing, it’s just that I find it cute how you’re so confident about this whole haunted house exploring thing.” On some other days, your stomach would twist and turn at the sound of him calling you cute; but this was not the right time. Not when you’re setting your paranormal-activist mood on.

“The house is not haunted, it’s just abandoned.” You had your arms crossed against your chest as you kept your eyes trained on the dark road in front of you. Donghyuck is known for his decent driving skills; unless he’s furious or drunk. That’d turn him reckless. “Same thing.” He shrugged. Rolling your eyes, you felt your eyelids growing heavier by the minute and in the span of seconds, you dozed off. It wasn’t long (at least to you it wasn’t) before Donghyuck woke you up from your slumber, letting you know that you’ve reach your destination. “Fuck, this place is terrifying.” He cursed under his breath. “Let’s check it out.” Just as you were about to open the car door, you felt a cold hand gripping your arm as you shared eye contact with the man next to you before he asked you for the second time that night.

“You sure about this?”

Giving him your most assuring smile, you nodded and lifted his hand away from your skin and tapped it gently. “I have zero doubts, Hyuck.” You threw him one last smile before exiting the vehicle and taking in the sight in front of you. Little did you know that you would regret saying that later. Donghyuck was right. It is terrifying. Horrifying, even. You sucked in a breath of nervousness when the boy came up next to you, brushing the back of your palm with his. Stealing a glance down at your watch, you sighed at the time. It was precisely eleven o’clock in the evening. “Come on, we’ve got no time to waste.” You marched toward the house opposite you with an anxious Donghyuck trailing behind you. And just like that, the two of you found yourselves at the doorway of the closest thing to hell. That may be an exaggeration.

The house looked like it had been used for balls and dances back in the day. It used to be beautiful, you could feel that thought throbbing in your bones. A sense of grief, mesmerisation, and… longing somehow washed over you. You had the barest idea of where it had come from and you weren’t sure if Donghyuck felt it too. Shaking away that thought, you whipped out your phone and turned on the flash as Hyuck did the same. You made your way to some of the picture frames on the wall and figured out well, nothing. The photographs presented pictures of kids. Some in a straight line, some in a circle, a few were playing around. Though weirdly enough, they were all of different children. You tried to understand it but you couldn’t comprehend how not even one of them were in two or more pictures.

Ignoring that fact, you walked up the stairs and continued looking at the dozens of frames, brushing you fingers over one of them that had so much dust, you could barely see the photograph. “Y/n, maybe we shouldn’t be touching these st—” Immediately, you shushed him with a glare before further examining the pictures. This one was a group of children as well, the only thing different this time though, was that a man was standing with his left hand wrapped around a little boy. A masked man. The mask wasn’t at all pleasing to the eye, but for some reason, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. It was disgusting, really, but there was something trying to lure you to him and you can confidently say that it’s working. Although, the more you looked, the uneasy you felt so you blinked away the sight from your mind and checked for the boy behind you.

“Hyuck?” You called out softly as you watched him looking a little too closely one of the picture frames. “Right behind you, darlin’.” Donghyuck took two steps of the stairs at a time before meeting with you at the top. “This place is giving me the chills. He pretend-shivered as he looked around the top floor. “It’s supposed to.” You took a deep breath before you walked towards one of the close doors. Pushing it slightly, the door parted just by an inch before it slammed shut forcefully on itself. The sudden sound startled the both of you so much that you almost shoved Donghyuck down the stairs. “Woah, easy there, Y/n. You got a grudge on me or somethin’?” He held both of your shoulders to prevent you from jerking back too much as he laughed softly. “Sorry, I—” Instead of giving you time to finish he dragged you into a brightly lit room at the end of the hall.

“What is this?” You’d asked the moment you step foot in the room. The walls were coloured white with countless amounts of graffiti drawn onto them. Weirdly enough, the room was… clean and well-ventilated as well, unlike the rest of the house. It looked like someone was living here. You spotted an air conditioner which was turned on and was set to 24°C. A shiver ran through your spine as you thought of all the possibilities that someone or something might have turned on the AC and kept this place clean. Who would be paying for electricity for a house like this? Other parts of the house didn’t seem to have electricity. You did as much as trying the lights earlier which didn’t seem to work. Everything just didn’t click in your mind.

“Well this is cozy.” Your eyes drifted to your best friend who had placed himself comfortably on a sofa at the end of the room. “Hyuck!” Making your way towards him, you pulled him to his feet and looked at him with furrowed brows. “You can’t just act like you’re at home! Look around! Don’t you find this a bit odd?” You paced around the room until you found yourself sitting cross-legged on the floor. Donghyuck had sat back on the sofa with a lollipop he pulled out from his pocket stuffed between his lips. “You’re overreacting. Look at the bright side! We get to spend our time here! In this surprisingly comfortable room!” He smiled.

You thought him crazy. He must’ve lost his mind. “Fine. You can stay here all you want. I’m leaving.” Seeing you stand up and walk towards the exit, Donghyuck instantly got up to stop you. But it was too late, you were already turning the knob. Crk! Crk! The door wouldn’t budge. Fuck. “Are we…” Donghyuck started. “Fucking locked in.” You finished. Your hand dropped hopelessly from the door knob and back to your side. “So much for a good idea.” You muttered to yourself as you sat back down with your back against the door. Before Hyuck got the chance to say any of his stupid comforting and reassuring words, the TV on the top left corner of the room that you failed to notice lit up; revealing a man with a mask that looked precisely like the one you saw in the previous photograph.

“I see you’ve made it.” A distorted voice sounded.

What the fuck? What in the heavens is going on? “W-Who are you?!” Donghyuck exclaimed, his eyes fluttering unconsciously. “You can call me Billy, Lee Donghyuck.” Billy grinned from ear to ear sinisterly as you were still trying to process what’s going on. “How the fuck…” You heard your best friend mutter under his breath as he pulled your body closer to his. “What do you want from us, Billy?” He braced himself to question the man behind the screen in a stern voice. “Let’s just say… Fuck. Or die.” Billy had a little smirk on his (you assume) plastic face. “Hold on, what?” You managed to let out. “See it this way, I’m offering you a chance to leave this room unharmed and maybe even happier than when you first arrived here for the sole agreement that you have intercourse amongst yourselves.” He repeated. This time more descriptive. “However if you disagree, you might as well starve to death.”

Millions of thoughts were running through your head as you gathered what he’d just said. He had no business in your sex life so why is he forcing you to fuck your own best mate? Let alone watch. Is he that much of a pervert? “Horny fuck.” You spoke quietly under your breath. “I heard that.” With his mask on, you couldn’t see anything but his eyes and the curve of his mouth. But you could very well see that he was glaring at you through the screen and had a scowl in his face. “If you agree, just call for me and I’ll adjust everything according to your liking. For example, if you’re feeling a little naughty,” Suddenly, the lights in the room switched from paper white to devil’s red. “I can change the light to a different colour. You can even ask me to turn on some music, if you’d like.

At the lack of response, Billy cleared his throat and spoke for one last time, “I’ll give you 24 hours to think about it. Meanwhile, you can call it a day on the bed I just brought in for you. Goodnight, lovelies.” before the screen went black. Speechless, you had your eyes wide and were not blinking as you made your way to sit at the edge of the bed, Hyuck joining you not long after. “It sounds like a win-win situation, doesn’t it?” He said awkwardly. “What? You get to fuck me and he gets to watch? You men are sick in the head.” You rolled your eyes. You perhaps were being dramatic but all you wanted right now was to go to bed in the comfort of your own room, in your own house. “No! What I meant was that, we get to leave and he gets what he wants!” He attempted to defend himself.

“You know what, let’s not talk about this tonight. I’m too tired for this shit.” You told him and he was seen nodding before the lights were seen dimming until it was pitch black. Slipping off your shoes, you climbed onto the bed and settled yourself comfortably and waited for Donghyuck to do the same. You were starting to enjoy being here. The temperature was perfect, the air was fresher, and the bed was beginning to feel even more lovable than your own. Once the boy next to you was nicely tucked in, you looked toward one of the blinking red lights at the top four corners of the room before asking,

“A yellow nightlight maybe?”

The next morning, you’d woken up with zero sense of time. There were no windows and the lights were still turned off. For all you know, it could be three in the morning right now. “You’re up.” Billy spoke before he turned the lights back on. Cursing under your breath at the sudden light intrusion, you looked to the side with squinted and furrowed brows just to realise that Donghyuck was still soundly sleeping. As you were admiring his face, there was suddenly a loud siren coming from the speakers in the room (which you had no clue of). Almost immediately, Hyuck jolted awake from his slumber before sitting up straight. “Bloody hell!” He glared at the masked man behind the screen. “Forgive me for the inconvenience. Have the lot of you made your decision?” Billy smiled cheekily. “No? we just woke up!” A gun shot was heard followed by a screech from you and a muted gasp from Donghyuck.

You search for what had been shot and found that the sofa now has a hole on its armrest. “Talk to me like that again and that’s going to be you.” Billy said. You huffed angrily as you felt Hyuck pulling you into a warm embrace. “Don’t let him get under your skin.” He whispered into your ear quietly enough to ensure that Billy couldn’t hear him. Sighing, you gave him your warmest smile before looking back toward the screen. You weren’t given then chance to look for where the gun shot had came from until it was already too late. “We’re gonna do it.” You told Billy. That statement elicited a sound of confusion from Donghyuck and a barely-noticeable look of surprise from the man you were speaking to. “Well, just let me know when you’re ready. Remember, I’m always watching.” And just like that, the screen went black and all you saw was the reflection of the room looking right back at you. “Y/n, we don’t have to do this if you don’t—” You cut him off with a short, “We have to. We have to and you know we do.” You looked away from him and took a deep breath. “If we want to leave early, we should—”

“Tonight.” Donghyuck started. “We’ll do it tonight and we’ll leave the next day, okay?” He raised a hand to caress your shoulder. Biting a small part of your lower lip, you smiled. “Okay.”

A few hours had passed and you’d asked Billy for the time which he simply replied, through the speakers, with, “Half past seven.” You tapped your feet anxiously against the floor as you kept glancing over to Donghyuck who had fallen asleep once again. Your phone batteries had died and both your watches stopped working the second you entered the room. Which also got you thinking, where the hell did the bed come from? The first time you entered this room, no bed was in sight but now, here it is. All fluffy and cold beneath you. You were starting to feel a little hungry because all you have is a bottle of water that is half full that you so thankfully brought along with you.

Listening to your stomach growling, you glanced toward Donghyuck one last time before calling for Billy. “We’re hungry.” You told him blatantly. “And? What do you want me to do about it?” He asked, sarcasm prominent in his voice. “Get us food, perhaps?” You raised a brow. “Starve.” Rolling your eyes, you brought your legs onto the bed and leaned against the headboard with crossed arms. “How do you expect us to fuck if you’re gonna starve us?? That shit needs energy, y’know!” Your voice lowered when you were reminded of the earlier events. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice your little outburst though. “Ugh, fine. What do you want?” He asked annoyedly. “Get me Chinese and a cup of coffee, black. As for him…” You looked at Donghyuck. “Get him chicken pepperoni pizza and fried chicken, with diet coke.” You’ve known Donghyuck since you were in middle school and almost every time you guys went out, he’d order the exact same thing. Pizza, fried chicken, coke.

“Of course, m’lady.” You could almost hear the roll of his eyes in his voice when he spoke, making you smile inside. A few minutes later, you heard a knock on the entrance door before it opened slightly and two plastic bags were placed by the door. Before you were given the chance to pull the door open even more, it shut itself closed loudly, almost hitting your hand with the edge. “Son of a bitch.” You muttered quietly. Grabbing the bags, you placed them on a coffee table opposite the couch and made your way toward Donghyuck to wake him up. “Hyuck,” You shook him softly. “Hyuck, wake up.” You shook him again. Just as you were about to call him a third time, his hand snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him before making you sit on the bed next to him by his crotch. “Lee Donghyuck…” He whined in protest as he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the yellow light you’d requested an hour earlier. “We got food.” You smiled. “Pizza?” Seeing you nod, he instantly sat up and made a beeline to where the food was placed, leaving you in the bed.

Slowly, you stood up and sat next to him on the sofa as you grabbed your food. You waited a few seconds before asking, “How are you so calm about all of this?” you watched him take a bite of his pizza. “It’s not me that’s calm, it’s you that’s being paranoid, darlin’.” He sipped on his coke. “No but— You’re not even a tiny bit worried?” Your eyebrows connected with each other. “Oh trust me, Y/n, I am.” And with that, you decided to stop with questions and just eat your food calmly.

It’s ten now. You know that much. You also know what’s about to come when you’re sat on the bed opposite Donghyuck, both trying hard not to look at each other. It should come naturally. But the both of you decided that the best idea was to just—

“Let’s just kiss.” You said.

“Yeah, that’s sounds doable.”

Now with your lips on his, you couldn’t help but think of how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve been thinking of kissing those soft lips of his. Your hands found their way to his neck as you pulled him closer to you. You probably pulled a little too hard when you’d let your back touch the soft mattress. His hands were placed by your head on either sides as your own started to roam his body. Starting with his shoulders, you massaged them a little bit, moving from side to side which elicited a groan from Donghyuck. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane, Y/n.” He spoke between kisses. “So am I fucking a mad man?” You joked, pulling away slightly and tilted your head to one side as you looked at him in the eye. “Oh I’ll show you a mad man.”

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his mouth aggressively leaving trails of alive along your jawline, the back of your ear, all the way to your barely exposed chest. Licking, kissing, sucking, everything, was done to your skin as you let out soft moans. Pulling back, he took off the shirt you were wearing swiftly before reattaching his lips onto your skin. Donghyuck’s lips went lower and lower until they found themselves biting on your tender breasts, his hands playing their part as they grasped your boobs a little too hard. A yelp was heard from you all whilst he was biting at your skin. You let out disgruntled noises when he suddenly shoved two fingers into your mouth with his free hand.

“D-Donghyuck…” You managed to say, earning a low hum from the said boy. You weren’t able to say anything else when he suddenly bit hard in your right nipple, making way for you to whine loudly. Ignoring you, he licked a line from between your breasts to your belly button, flicking his tongue a little longer on it. But before he got the chance to act out, you quickly pulled him by the hair to meet his eyes, receiving a breathy groan from him. “I wanna suck you off.” You admitted shamelessly. The look you were given was priceless. He looked as surprised as he would be if he saw an elephant singing. “Oh come on, don’t act so surprised now. We were bound to do it anyway.” You shrugged and ruffled his hair with an innocent smile. “I so need to fuck you right now.” He dove in for another kiss but was stopped when you placed a finger to his lips.

“Let. Me. Suck. You. Off.”

You watched the way he bit his lip as his breathing began turning ragged. “You serious?” He asked. It sounded more of a statement rather than question but you answered nonetheless. “As serious as I ever will be.” You softened your gaze and situated your right palm against the waistband of his sweats. “Then fuck.” Right after he said that, he stood off the bed as you let your head hang over it to watch him. In less than ten seconds, his gray sweatpants along with his black boxers were off to the ground, leaving him in only his white hoodie before turning his head away. “Don't look at me like that.” He said through gritted teeth. You tilted your head slightly. “I’m not looking at you, I'm looking at your dick.” Blinking your eyes multiple times, you eyed his cock as it continuously bumps against his stomach, blood rushing to it the same time the red liquid rushes to your head. A strained groan from Donghyuck echoed through the room as he met your eyes once again. “You wanna suck me off so bad? Fucking take all of it.” A foot towards you and the next thing you knew he was stuffed into your mouth, balls meeting your nose.

You almost gagged at the sudden intrusion. Your hands found their place on opposite sides of you, gripping at the sheets beneath you. “Shit—” A strangled groan sounded. Donghyuck rammed himself into the warm of your mouth so harshly you started to feel numb, the back of your throat on fire. Whatever you attempted on telling him only turned slurred, making in hard for him to decipher what message you were trying to send. Despite that, he still couldn’t bring himself to stop. Let alone pull out. “What you tryna say, darlin’? Hm?” He brought his hand to your reddened neck before using a finger to trace the lines of his bulge visible against the supple skin of your neck. Raising your own hand, you tapped it rapidly at his thigh. It’s not like you wanted him stop, trust me, you would give anything to have him filling your mouth like this forever. What you wanted was for him to have the slightest bit of mercy on you, give you some space to breathe, at least. Instead of doing just that, he placed his foot by your head for the sole reason of penetrating your throat deeper.

Bubbles of saliva were drooling down the sides of your face, making it all wet and sticky. Seeing this, your best friend added oil to the fire by smearing the liquid all over your face, from your chin, to your eyes, and all the way over to your forehead before squeezing his balls with the substance as lubricant. Finally, after one last squeeze, his load flowed through you throat, making you instantly choke on his thick cock. His moan was so loud and whiny that you almost forgot the guy who literally almost killed you if he hadn't pulled out a second earlier. Immediately after that, you rotated yourself so your head was resting against the soft pillow as you took quick breaths. “You motherfucker.” You cursed with a glare being thrown his way. Shrugging you off, he climbed onto the bed and pulled your legs apart before settling himself between them. “Would you fancy doggy, the classic missionary, cowgirl, or... spooning?” The question probably wasn't even intended for you because a millisecond after he said that, he had his eyes on one of the cameras.

“What would you like, Billy?”

It was a whole minute before he replied and the silence you were given almost made you think that he wasn't even there. Wasn't watching, wasn't listening. Remember, I'm always watching.

“Threesome.”

His response nearly got you puzzled. Nearly. If it wasn't for the two seconds of eye contact with Donghyuck, the realisation wouldn't have dawned upon you. The fact that he was speaking through the speakers and not through the screen didn't help. You couldn't see his posture, couldn't make out his breathing, couldn't figure if he was being serious or not. You weren’t given the time to process what he’d just said before one of the graffiti-covered walls parted open, revealing a man in a suit making his way toward you. You glanced at his face just to notice that he had a mask on. Billy. There was probably something about the way the both of you looked at him that made him say: “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He angled his head in your direction and eyed your figure up and down before saying again, “Or maybe I do.” in a hushed voice. “Take it off.” Donghyuck told Billy. “What? My clothes? Gladly.” His hands found their way to loosen his tie before Hyuck grimaced.

“No. Your mask.” There was a knowing look in your best friend’s eyes. Almost as if he knew something. He’d covered his lower half right before Billy made an appearance. Billy smiled viciously. “Are you that eager to know?” He tucked his hands in his pockets and brought up his chin slowly before raising a theoretically invisible eyebrow at the both of you. “Take it off.” The boy opposite you repeated, his tone more demanding this time. “You asked for it.” Was the last thing he said before looking to the ground and slowly removed his mask. You couldn't see his face. Not quite yet. But Hyuck seemed to recognise him just by the sight of his eyebrows. “Mark?” your eyes drfited to Donghyuck and watched as his face twisted into different variations of emotions with his eyebrows twitching. Shock, anger, betrayal, rage, disappointment, all of the negatives. This so-called ‘Mark’ looked up and met his gaze. “Long time no see, Haechan.” He smiled knowingly. “Don’t call me that.” His lips twitched this time.

“Why not? Does it hurt, Haechan? Did you hurt?” Mark looked like he was on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter, just to rub it in Hyuck’s face. Looking in front of you, you saw the way Donghyuck had his lips tucked between his teeth with both his hands curled into fists. You wanted to ask what happened, wanted to know how they knew each other but the tension in the room was so heavy, you couldn't even bring yourself to clear your throat. Which has been itching for a clearing for a hot minute now. “Don’t talk as if you know the truth.” Donghyuck’s eyes softened at the last bit. You wanted to reach for him, to hold him, but you couldn’t. Not right now. “Oh, believe me, I know. I had eyes everywhere. Still do.” Mark was no longer smiling now. Having had enough, Hyuck stood up, let his no-longer-hard cock hang and made his was toward Mark. Not caring for the humiliation.

“You weren’t there when it happened. You weren’t there when I needed you. You weren’t there when I looked for you, you were never there!" Hyuck babbled, catching his breath afterwards. “If only you knew how hard I tried not to be there. You were everywhere. You were everywhere and it disgusted me.” Mark bent down and picked up Donghyuck's clothes from the floor. “Put some clothes on.” He told him before tossing him the garments and continuing. “You took everything from me, my family, my friends, Chae. You were probably too in and over your head to realise that, weren’t you? All giddy and cheerful without a care for the world, huh? For the people around you? For their feelings? I hope you hurt. I hope you still are,” Mark stole a quiet glance at you. “hurting.” His voice when he spoke was calm, stable, soothing even. A contrast to his words and you found yourself melting into it.

Guilt flashed across Hyuck’s face as he tensed his figure. “You could’ve told me.” Shaking his head slightly, Mark sighed and looked away. “Leave. I’m done. It’s done.” What’s done? The thought flashed through your mind as you watched intently at the scene playing out in front of you. “What was the point of this? Of all of this,” Your best friend gestured to his surroundings. “You knew we were coming, so why?” Hyuck demanded. “The point,” Mark emphasised with a raised voice before slowing it back down. “Haechan, was to confront you. To relieve the weight of this confession from my chest. You served your purpose, so leave. The both of you.” This time, Donghyuck was the one shaking his head. Pulling you out of the bed, he dragged you to the exit before turning the knob and pushing you out the door with him. “What happened?” You asked, the second you stepped foot outside. The familiarity of it all taking a hold on you. “This story involves star-crossed lovers, betrayal, and suicide.” He muttered the last bit silently. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not but he didn’t let you dwell on that thought for too long when he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of that place.

Once the two of you got into his car (which was surprisingly still intact), Donghyuck let his forehead fall to the steering wheel. Sighing loudly as he did so. Not knowing what to do, you raised a hand and rubbed his back gently. “Thanks, Y/n.” He said without an ounce of expression visible in his face, or at least, the side. “Want me to drive?” You offered, seeing as he wasn’t in such a good shape. “No, it’s okay,” He straightened his back as you pulled your hand away. “My place?” He looked at you, you smiled. “Your place.”

Donghyuck’s hands found their place at the dips of your waist as he pushed you against the wall of his entryway roughly. “Fuck.” You heard him curse softly under his breath as you wrapped your arms around his neck, unconsciously bringing him closer to you. “I need this,” He kissed you once. “I need you.” He kissed you for a second time. Looking into his deep brown orbs, the both of you shared intimate heavy breaths as he laid his forehead against yours. “I know. I know, Hyuck. I know.” You tugged softly at his brown locks, which made him shut his eyes and moan softly. “Please…” His voice broke as he tightened his grip on your waist. “Please,” He begged. “Let me… Please,” Hyuck opened his eyes and looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes. Instead of responding to him, you bit your lower lip and dove in for a kiss once again. Almost as if reflex took a hold of him, he brought your lower halves impossibly closer before picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He led you to his bedroom with your lips still locked and threw you onto the bed with him. You sighed softly when you felt his hand coming under your shorts, playing with your clit over your panties. “Hyuck…” You said against his lips as you began to subconsciously grind against his palm, soaking the flimsy material. When he started to tug at the waistband of your underwear, your eyelids flew open before you released the kiss and stopped his movements altogether by holding onto his wrist. “No,” You said. “I’m doing you tonight, aren’t I?” Tilting your head, you watched as he licked his swollen lips. “But—” Shaking your head, you asked for him to flip the both of you over and that’s how you got into this position. With your legs on either sides of him and your fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie. Pulling the left and then pulling the right.

You were teasing him. You were teasing him and he knew that. He also knew that you were doing this for his sake. Because when he’s stressed, all he needs is a little tease from his favourite friend. Smiling sweetly at him, you leaned your head down so it was laying against his chest before carefully darting out your tongue just enough to have it graze over his clothed nipple. A soft curse was heard from the man underneath you as you started to give small licks to it. Taking your time, you finally decided to suck on his right bud as your free hand began on his left. Twisting your fingers against it, you used your teeth to grind it against his nipple gently, just to get him on edge. The thick material of his hoodie caused you to produce more saliva in order to have it soak his clothing.

This went on for about three minutes when Donghyuck suddenly pushed your head away, causing you to look up at him curiously. “That’s enough. Yeah? I need to fuck you right now. You know I do.” He breathed. Saying nothing, you put your hair behind your neck and crawled lower onto him, settling on the tent prominent against his pants. Wasting no time, you pulled the garment off him in an instant to which you were met with a thick, veiny, about-seventeen-centimetres-long cock hitting your nose slightly. Looking up at him, you questioned, “Where’d it go?” you were referring to his black boxers that you recall seeing earlier. “Left that jerk a little something.” He smiled lazily. Nodding your head amusedly, you slowly traced your fingers over the veins on his cock, eliciting a hiss from him. Before he got to complain, you gripped his length with all your might and began pumping him at a rapid pace.

With his eyes shut, he unconsciously fucked himself in your tight palm, his hands gripping your shoulders hard. Satisfied, you released your hand abruptly before taking all your clothes off, down to the panties. At the sudden halt, Hyuck’s eyelids flew open just to catch sight of your naked body staring right back at him. His eyes were wide, like he’d never seen anything better. “Can I…” You weren’t sure what he was referring to but that thought was cut short when he immediately pulled you toward him into a wet kiss, tongue all over. His right hand went over to your breasts, grasping it so hard it hurt. “Hyuck…” You called for him as you pulled away from the kiss and threw back your neck. Taking this advantage, he instantly attached his lips to the skin between your collarbones before trailing it slowly to the valley of your breasts with his tongue.

No matter how hard you wanted to stop him, your body seemed to have a mind of its own when your left hand placed itself behind his head, pulling him closer to your body. A strained whine was given to him when he wagged his tongue over your hardened nipple, bringing you back to your senses. Pulling at his hair roughly, his head was detached from you with a groan as you met his eyes. “What did I say?” Your tone was almost degrading, but you didn’t let that get to him. “Sorry…” He shut his eyes. You could feel his cock between your ass as he rubbed it desperately against you. Scoffing, you reached a hand to your back and angled it away from you, an annoyed whine was given to you in response. Pumping it in your palm a few last times, you raised his hips before sliding his dick into you carefully.

The both of you moaned in relief at the same time. Watching his face with every ounce of focus you have inside you, you slowly started to bounce on him. Raising and dropping your hips as his face went from relaxed to mouth-wide, eyebrows-furrowed, eyes-still-shut. “Feel good?” You asked him quietly to which he nodded rapidly. You smirked. “Yeah? I bet it does.” You fucked yourself on him harder, faster, rougher. Your own head being thrown back with your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. “Fuck, Hyuck,” Your hands found place at his shoulders, gripping them tightly. “Y/n— Please—” He strained. You rolled your hips against him harder. “Already? We just started.” You cooed as you looked down to his face. He wouldn’t look at you though. “You think you deserve to cum? Hm?” You tilted your head, you were struggling to keep your sounds to yourself just as much as he was.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please, darling…” That nickname. When used it situations like this, you could feel yourself convulsing around his cock, another loud moan from him. “Cum. Cum inside me please,” Your voice broke at the end but that was the least of your worries. The only thought running through your mind right now was the way his hot liquid filled your body, coating your insides white. The both of you moaned heavily, taking your time to gather yourself before slumping against his chest and shutting your eyes. “We should go see him.” You suggested, heavy breaths falling from your lips. Confused at the sudden change of topic, Donghyuck played with the strands of your hair before asking, “Who?”. You took your time answering, you chest rising and falling against his own as you did so.

“Mark.”

not my best work but at least it’s here! also the ending was kinda rushed so pls get me

[drabblesandimagines]

Pink Gingham

Leon Kennedy x reader Established relationship, all fluff

It had been a long week at work. A number of your colleagues calling in sick and multiple projects in the pipeline, you’d tried to take up some of the slack with ill-advised early starts and late finishes...

Truthfully, if Leon hadn’t been away on assignment, you wouldn’t have volunteered for so much overtime.

The house still felt too big compared to the apartment you’d once shared, so the more time out of it at the moment the better, in your opinion. You’d started to feel a little off Friday morning, cast it aside as nothing that a lie-in Saturday would sort, but still found yourself awake at sunrise.

You’d got up, checked your phone to see if there were any messages – zero – showered and dressed, and taken the early wake-up call as a sign that you shouldn’t lie in today, but instead head downstairs to start on the long list of housework that had been neglected with good intentions.

You fill the kitchen sink with hot, soapy water and begin to wash the numerous glasses and cups that have built up. It must be the steam from the sink because there’s sweat on your brow by the second cup. You reason you should wait for the water cool down and take a bottle of water out the fridge, greedily gulping down half the thing before you change tact to loading the dishwasher.

After loading up the racks, you still feel too hot for what should for such a menial task. You’re feeling more akin to that time you tried to join Leon in one of his ridiculous work outs in the garage. To top it off, the beginning of a headache is now beginning to pound at your temples. You try and rub it half-heartedly away with your fingers, finally fighting back a yawn.

You check your phone again – still nothing.

It wouldn’t hurt to go back to bed, would it?

--

Your phone buzzes almost violently on the bedside table, startling you awake. The headache you had before you’d laid down for what might turn out to be an ill-advised nap doesn’t seem to have shifted, even with the painkillers you’d taken. In fact, it feels worse than it did, graduating into a horrible, constant throb around your temples.

You weakly kick the duvet off of you, feeling flush – should have got changed into your pjyamas rather than getting in bed fully dressed - and reach out blindly for your phone, holding it above your face to squint at the screen, trying to decipher what it was determined to tell you.

Two new messages from Leon.

Finally on my way home, sweetheart. Wrapped up yesterday but they wouldn’t discharge me till this morning. ETA 210 minutes.

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the acronym if it wasn’t already hard enough to focus.

And before you ask – bit bruised. Don’t recommend a prison tour…! All good otherwise x

Leon had set out on an assignment the previous weekend and you hadn’t heard much from him besides one text message a day, a sentence of more than three words if you were particularly lucky, often sweet words...

"All good."

"Miss you, sweetheart."

"I love you."

"Recycling out tomorrow!"

..or reminders about something you'd forget to do completely if he wasn't around. In fact, that’s the way it had always been if he was on what you’d call 'active duty', not just him in a stuffy suit up DC way, trailing behind the President. It's not like you’d got used to not hearing much from him, just that it was expected.

There was always that little lump in your throat when he was away, of course there was, that this would be the time you wouldn't hear from him at all and there'd just be a knock on the door, agents dressed in mourning suits.

Besides, you’d rather his focus was on coming back to you in one piece than trying to compose an update whilst shielding from bullets or something horrifying.

You haul yourself out of bed, immediately regretting it when your vision swims and you fall back down heavily on the mattress, balance somewhat abandoning you.

Probably just got up too fast, you reason, try and shrug it off. There’s there niggling feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’re not well, but you’re going to remain in denial about it. You hate being sick, will never acknowledge you’re feeling under the weather to your grave and just muster on. It’s all psychological – it’s just a headache, you haven’t drunk enough water, not after you’ve sweated the last one out, didn’t have a proper breakfast either.

You’re fine. There’s too much to do, anyway. Every single time Leon had arrived home from an assignment it had been to a clean house and a home-cooked meal keeping warm in the oven, his favourite sweatpants fresh out of the dryer after you’d convinced him to soak in the tub – worked wonders for tense and bruised muscles – and you’ll be damned if he didn’t have the same today. It’s what he deserves.

He'd beam as soon as he walked in, wrapping you up tight in his arms, pressing a kiss against your temple and you’d run him said bath, finishing off dinner to be served for when he returned downstairs. What would follow would be an early retreat to bed, sometimes for devouring kisses and more, or just embraced in each other’s arms.

Leon’s text was from a while ago, so he couldn’t be too far away. Probably be hungry as well – often running off pure adrenaline when he was fighting for his life, then had an insatiable appetite on his return – so you really should try and see what you could combine from whatever’s in the refrigerator.

Ugh – you hadn’t done a grocery run in a few days. That had been on your agenda for today, though you’re not sure you’ll have time for that now. The laundry hamper is close to overflowing, the dishwasher definitely needs running after you crammed it full after dinner last night, some rogue plates and glasses piled up besides the sink and definitely a few rooms would benefit from the vacuum being run around.

You don’t even what to think about the garbage and recycling situation.

So much for his usual welcome home deal, then.

You get up a little slower this time, rewarded for your efforts by no spots of black in your vision and carefully head out the bedroom and towards the stairs, perhaps gripping the banister a little too firm on your descent than usual.

The easiest task by far is to pop the tablet in the dishwasher and set that to run, so you do that first, though making sure to bend down slowly after the previous bouts of head rush. After it whirs into action, you grab an apron off the hook – a pink frilly gingham one, a gift from a friend – and turn your attention to the fridge and proceed to stare forlornly at the contents, hoping for inspiration to strike.

You close the door in defeat and lean up against the counter. Maybe there’s some pasta and sauce in the cupboard…? Your thought is cut off as you hear the front door unlock.

“Sweetheart, you home?” You want to think it’s the sound of his voice that makes you weak at the knees, but you’d be a liar.

“In the kitchen!” You call back, keeping yourself propped up against the counter. Usually you’d be rushing towards him, colliding into his chest for a hug but everything feels impossible.

“Hey.” He smiles, creases at the corner of those blue eyes you could stare into for hours. Though he wasn’t lying in his text about the bruises – there’s a black eye blooming, currently a rather pleasing shade of purple, and plenty of other marks and scrapes littering his arms.

“Hey. Sorry, I haven’t started dinner yet.” Leon raises his eyebrow at that, and you feel awful, but it’s not for the reason you think. “No, sorry. I mean, welcome home! I’ll just star-” You stand upright, intending to head over to the cupboard in search of something, but your step is a bit too heavy, too quick to move and your vision swims again.

“Whoa.” Leon catches you by your shoulders, holding you up. “You feeling all right there, sweetpea?”

“I’m great.” You try and shrug him off, but his heavy palms stay in place. “Are you okay?”

His brows furrow, eyes scanning over your face. “You look hot.” The concern gives way to a grin as he realizes what he’s said. “I mean, not the usual hot. Warm.”

A hand remains on your shoulder while he moves the other to your forehead, gauging your temperature, but you’ll be damned to admit it feels soothingly cool. “I’ll turn the AC on. Let me-”

“Shit, no. You’re burning up.” Leon’s eyes widen, a worried crease appearing on his brow. “How long have you been like this?”

“No, it’s just…” You pull your head back from his hand, reluctantly. “It’s just hot in here.”

He gives you a skeptical look as you try and step around him – a look that would usually be accompanied with his hands on his hips if he didn’t still have one keeping you in place.

“How long?” He repeats, his mind racing, heart pounding. It was protocol to be decontaminated after any interaction with a BOW – he’d showered and changed clothes since Alcatraz. Hell, he’d bagged up his old ones to be incinerated, just to be sure. He knows it’s not logical, he can’t have brought something back with him and it affect you this fast, but the worry still surfaces. “From before I got home or just now? Did you feel a sting or anything?”

“Sting? No.” You shake your head, scrambling for excuses. “I’ve had a headache all morning but I probably haven’t drunk enough water. And… And I didn’t have the AC on or the windows open today, it’s probably that.”

“Mm-hm.” He relaxes a little, he’d already began calculating the distance between here and the lab. “Have I told you before that you’re a terrible liar?”

“Honestly, I’m fine,” you protest, taking advantage. “I can get dinner started at least. You go relax and I’ll…!”

Your vision swims again from sudden movement, but this time it’s from Leon sweeping you up into his arms. He doesn’t even let out a grunt, even though you know he must be aching from the amount of bruises he has.

“Sweetheart, we’re barely into the afternoon. You don’t need to worry about dinner - you’re going back to bed.”

“No, I’ve got so much to do.” You lament, though you don’t fight as he adjusts his hold on you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he heads towards the stairs.

“So? I can handle it.”

“But you just got back, I should be looking after you.”

That’s the way it had always been. Leon comes home and you’re there for him, however he needs you to be. Sometimes he’ll tell you about what happened as he cuddles into your chest – likes to hear your heartbeat, reminds him of some good in the world – but you’ve failed miserably this time, not even remotely prepared.

“Sweetpea, I know you hate being sick but you aren’t going to feel any better pushing yourself, okay? Let me fuss over my favourite girl for once.”

You don’t say anything as he places you gently down on the bed, sitting up against the headrest. He goes over to the dresser and pulls out one of his t-shirts, tugging the knot of the apron strings loose before softly asking you to put your arms up above your head. It’s all gentle touches, removing the apron, coercing you out of your top and into his, shuffling you out of your jeans and pulling back the covers for you to get in.

“These the painkillers you took?” He lifts up the box from the bedside table, eyes skimming the instructions and dosage.

“Yeah.” You mumble back, nuzzling your cheek into the pillow. “I don’t remember when though.”

“We’ll hold off a couple more hours, then, before another dose.”

He grabs the glass that was sat beside the pills and retreats into the bathroom, where you hear the tap run for a moment before he’s back at your side, placing down the glass of water. He crouches down besides you and gently brushes some of your hair behind your ear.

“Can I get you anything?”

You open an eye. “You.”

He grins, gets to his feet and carefully clambers over you to lie down at your back, draping a heavy arm around your waist.

“Only for a bit, though. Don’t want you overheating from me.”

“Mm-hm…” You mumble into the pillow, feeling your body relax. The weight of his arm feels nice – reassuring. “Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

It isn’t long before Leon can hear your breathing change, assuring him that you’ve drifted off to sleep. He could stay there easily, just close his eyes and nod off and though he knows you would never oppose that, the way you’d be so determined to get the house in order... A flash of pink gingham on the floor makes up his mind.

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You wake up alone in the bed, a little confused, but clear of the awful headache. Looking for the glass of water you know that Leon left there earlier, you notice that the bedside table now holds your phone, plugged into charge. You sit up slowly – still wary of dizzy spells - greedily drink from the glass of water, feeling it slip down your throat into a particularly empty stomach. Seems like your appetite had decided to reappear.

The digital alarm clock over on the dresser shows that it’s gone 8pm and, most intriguingly, the laundry basket is now empty. Huh.

You don’t bother to dress as you head downstairs, still clad in Leon’s t-shirt. The TV’s playing on a low volume, a candle burning on the coffee table. You can hear the thrum of the washing machine from the utility and when you head through to the kitchen, you find Leon hunched over the sink, apron strings tied around his waist as he dips a glass into the soapy water. The dishwasher is slightly ajar and you can see it’s been emptied, and he’s washing everything left in the sink – by hand.

He looks over his shoulder with a hesitant smile at the sound of your footsteps and then turns, drying his hands off on the apron – the pink frilly gingham number seems to suit him a little too well.

“Hey. Not sure you should be up yet, sweetheart. You were a bit unsteady on your feet earlier. Go sit down for me?”

“Okay.” You nod, and he’s pleased that you don’t protest – putting it down to the fact that you still must be feeling somewhat lousy. He traces your footsteps as you plod over to sit on the sofa though, just in case, and watches you curl up against the armrest.

“You feel up to eating something? I ordered in some soup earlier. Can warm it up on the stove now if you like – it’s your favourite.”

You nod. “That sounds nice.”

“Coming right up.” He pulls the blanket from off the armchair – the one that’s usually reserved for movie nights – and tucks it around you, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he does.

He turns to head back to the kitchen when he feels your fingers curl around his wrist, causing him to pause.

“I’m sorry I’m an awful patient.”

“You’re not, just stubborn,” Leon corrects with a cocky grin, but it doesn’t have the desired effect as the pout remains in place on your lips, thoughts spiraling. “But so am I.”

“No, I should be looking after you. You should be coming back to everything in order. Whatever this is won’t be anywhere near as bad as what you’ve been through - those bruises look so sore an-“

“Hey, it’s not a competition, sweetpea.” He says, softly, crouching down in front of you, rubbing your thigh with his right hand. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”

“It feels like I’ve let you down.”

“Never.” He says, firmly, giving you thigh a squeeze. “Actually impossible. I’m just glad I got back in time to keep an eye on you, I just hate the idea of you feeling lousy on your own.”

The washing machine beeps from the utility and he gets to his feet, passing you the remote from the coffee table. “Why don’t you find us something to watch, and I’ll move the laundry to the dryer and get that soup warmed up?”

“If you’re sure.”

He bends down, presses a kiss against your crown.

“Positive.”

He only makes it a few steps back towards the kitchen when you call out, looking bashful.

“Leon?”

“Mm?” He twists slightly to look back in curiosity.

“You look cute in that apron.”

He gives you a twirl, ending with a beaming grin. “I know.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[her-favorite]

♡ madison beer ♡

the night was more ruthless than the day.

everything went wrong today. you had woken up by multiple messages from your coworker since you had slept past your alarm, you were barely ready when heading out the door, your boss decided it’d be a great idea to take all of his own problems out on you by giving you the worst work load, and on top of that, you had to stay late to finish it all.

but, now, as you lay in bed, eyes closed, sleep was the one thing you couldn’t reach, despite desperately needing it.

tossing and turning, the irritation slowly fading to dejection, you lie hopeless. a deep exhale leaves your lips as your eyes flutter open, staring up at the ceiling. today was the longest day you’ve had in awhile, so why isn’t your body letting you rid yourself of it? it’s like it knows how badly you wish to forget this, despite its own restraint to allow you to.

a fleeting thought passes by you as you lay awake: madison.

you knew your girlfriend was currently on tour, but you’ve expressed more often than not how much you miss her. the two of you text everyday, whether it’s a good morning message or something quick to let the other know how your day was going. today, you hadn’t gotten the chance. the day’s problems had hit you so fast, you hadn’t even been able to take a second to even collect your thoughts, let alone text your girlfriend.

reaching your hand over to your nightstand, you immediately unlock it and bring it closer to your face. biting on your bottom lip, you hover your finger over her contact. it was so late. your eyes flicker to the time on the top of your screen: 3:02 am. would she even be awake? what if she was trying to get sleep for her next performance?

letting out another sigh, you rest your head back against your pillow. so many restless nights without madison had taken a toll on you. when she was around, she’d have you out like a light. you never understood how it was so easy for you to fall asleep so fast when with her at night, but over time you realized that it might tie into the fact that you’ve grown so comfortable and safe around her. madison has always had such a calming presence to her - she’s always been gentle, no matter the situation. it was something you greatly admired about her and you’re only now realizing how much you’ve relied on it.

with one last intake of breath, you decided to bite the bullet and click on the call button beneath her contact. staring at the screen, you anxiously wait for something to change. it rings a few times before it connects. “baby? what’s wrong?” madison’s voice comes through your phone’s speaker, instantly relaxing you. your body seems to loosen as you lean all of your weight back against the mattress.

“nothing, just.. can’t fall asleep.” you mumble, rubbing at your eyes. even though they stung with exhaustion, the hours you spent trying to go to bed always failed.

your ears picked up on the way she hummed softly. there was light rustling in the background, as if she shifting her weight on her bed in her tour bus. the thought made you come out of your daze.

“m’sorry if i woke you, mads. i didn’t - ”

“mm, no,” she mumbles, sleep seeping through her tone. her voice was low, a little raspy and it made goosebumps erupt on your skin. “don’t apologize, sweet girl. i always wanna talk to you.” madison says. it was like she tries melting your heart. “can i facetime you?” she asks. instantly, you agree.

your lips curl up tiredly as soon as her face pops up on your screen. her face was bare of makeup, her hair a little messy from tossing around in bed and, oh, she’s never looked better. how someone can be just as breathtaking - if not more - like this was something that never made sense to you. she was utterly perfect, in every sense of the word.

“there’s my pretty girl.” madison hums, making your cheeks heat up as your smile widens. she giggles softly at your bashful reaction before laying her head back down on the fluffy pillow beneath her. “close your eyes, okay? ‘m’gonna be right here.” she coos gently. it immediately relaxed you.

following her soft orders, your eyes flutter shut after you prop the phone up beside you. getting comfortable, your head loosens it’s tense position, as well as the rest of the muscles in your body. your breathing evens out as you listen to the soft hum from madison, a gentle, almost angelic - scratch that, it was angelic, her voice always is - sound coming from her pretty pink lips. she always knew her singing soothed you.

only after a few minutes had sleep consumed you. madison didn’t know how tired you were, but to her, it was evident how much you needed it. and she was glad to see you out so quickly with her help - it always made her feel special that she can assist you in that way, despite you always making her feel special anyway.

“goodnight, baby.”

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requested!

my motivation’s been rocky (when is it not) so ive been pretty inconsistent with posting/requests lately, im so sorry!! :(( but i got a little bit today & got a nessa fic out andd this cute little blurb! hope you guys like it & ily!! <3

also usually my blurbs are shorter, but i kinda ran a little with this request bc it was too cute lol - also im too lazy to add tags </3

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[schakira]

Here are some details. (Balance Patch 2, March 8th 2023)

Double Jump (Can be upgraded to gain additional jumps. Has no limit cap.)

Stamina wheel (Can be upgraded to last longer. Recharges quickly.)

3-slot Inventory (An invisible storage. Their total weight is added to you. Can be upgraded to gain just one more slot.)

No Fall Damage up to 10 times your height. Anything above that will still you damage like normal. (Edit 2: NERFED AGAIN.)

Actually Useful Tips from a side character that is with you 24/7. (Edit: Clarification — They will not be doing anything other than giving you really useful tips.)

5mn long Loading Screen when you travel around so it feels like you're instant travelling (You're not. You're zoning out until your destination. Your body remains in stasis during that period, i.e. you can't get old, hungry, or die.) (works for wait times)

QTE (time slows a bit whenever something critical happens. Gives you more time to think. upgrades will make you slightly faster in slowed-time. Only 2 upgrades available.) (EDIT: BUFFED. A Necessary buff.)

Multiple Dialogue Choices (gives you recommended replies during every interactions you have, with approval ratings in percentages next to them.)

View stats (View the stats of anyone and anything, including yourself. "Stats" include anything that can be measured, something quantifiable. INT and WIS for example do not exist. But the weird stats like the amount of neuron connections one has? yeah sure that shows up.)

Health potion (Instantly heal anything a doctor/surgeon/medicine/time can fix. You only get 4 potions.) (EDIT: Clarification — This does indeed include therapy. What else could be healed, I let you choose at your own discretion, so long as it's not death.)

Skip. (You can force people to skip their dialogues and immediately retain info. If upgraded, will work on practically anything that requires you to wait — as in you can force skip a red light to turn green. Or force skip a book to read it quickly. Does not work on the concept of time itself - That's the loading screen's job.)

Achievments (Ex. : Congrats, you've pooped 100 times in one month! Includes % of humanity having the same achievment. + You gain a plastic/bronze/silver/gold/platinum trophy based on the achievement's rarity.) (Edit: BUFFED — you can sell those trophies!)

[hyperfixatedhells]

hyperspecific sso nostalgia

"you have taken a dangerous fall" or falling off of a cliff so many times that you get taken back to your stable. also the screen turning red when this happened.

magic horses only turning magic if theyre away from civilization.

having to spam W or else your horse will slow down.

waiting for the bus and using the bus ticket.

using the circus ticket.

having to drag and drop items from your inventory.

jojo siwa at the disco.

spirit around jorvik.

collecting the stars and being so excited upon finding one.

certain horses being cold tolerant, [fjord, icelandic, etc] the others slowing down upon entering the valley of the hidden dinosaur.

finding gary goldtooth in the middle of nowhere.

low quality saddle bag pets and that stupid torn saddle bag.

not being able to stack items.

having to build reputation to progress.

the saving nightdust quest.

april fools updates, especially the 2016 supershire.

the summer bonfire event, the birthday event, the st. patricks day event, all of the holiday and seasonal events.

how the areas would be decorated for valentines day, easter, etc.

those things that would temporarily change your starter horses coat into all sorts of wacky things.

the barrel race in moorland.

the old filter.

the trailers being star rider only.

the closets being star rider only.

jumping being star rider only, and justin teaching you how to jump.

no jumping in towns/cities.

the original home stable.

waiting for the fairies and just BARELY missing it.

the baronesses racetrack being under construction for SO LONG.

jorvik not having any snow during christmas.

the 2017 character update and the ORIGINAL original character, plus the original weird looking starter horse.

horse island.

unnamed stable girl, the one that came before maya.

all of the old npcs.

when you enter a new area, the name of it would flash in the middle of your screen.

speed boosts on roads.

star stable news with ylva and matilda.

the loading screen stable cat who gave you tips.

the kallters.

having to build your reputation with the hermit to buy his horses and having to build your reputation with the kallters to buy fjord horses.

the iceberg and the seals.

the clothing and tack being basically unidentifiable until you hovered over them, because the items just had a gray or gold icon with what the item actually classified as. [aka what it looks like on mobile]

the fort pinta shark.

the global store not being around and having to buy things directly from the shops or the mall.

the infamous purple car and bulldozer that would run you over.

having to fill your houses needs multiple times a day plus the little smiley face mood thingy.

only being able to care for your horse near stables.

only having three uses for your water bucket.

unused furniture.

starshine roaming around greendale.

the "glue man" and the little girl in your stable singing during halloween.

wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

the chat filter being called phil.

stacy place oh god stacy place. also archie fails

all of the star stable commercials and ads, especially that one fucking disney channel commercial.

please add your own nostalgias onto this post i would love to hear them

[angellurgy2]

Pull The Trigger

your favourite freak's writing agaain! you ever wanted to read a story about a homophobic gamer boy getting doxxed and raped? well here u go! ^-^ part two coming soon

cw: noncon, forced gay, slurs, shit like that

sandstone brick, towering ahead. trapped in a corner, waiting, ak-47 comfortable in hand. listening, watching, pixel-perfect gaze. the soft pitter patter of booted footsteps approaching on sand. spin, shoot before you see. three shots of triple-round burst to centre mass. dead. 

multiple pings hit the wall ahead of him, pelted at while his back was turned. losing health rapidly. he flicks and sends his barrel spinning 180 in the opposite direction, blind trading fire. 

he screams into his bulky turtle beach headphones as the body in front of him ragdolls, screen blurring with bloody low health warnings. “YEAAAH FAGGOT, YOU LIKE THAT?”

he’s swiftly popped into the win screen, all chat and winner microphones switched on to offer a chance to flaunt or whine. 

[ALL] TriggerFinger: get GUD fags i’ll wipe u in the next one 2 lmao

[ALL] XxxGr1mR3eaperxxX: dude you suck u just got lucky

[ALL] TriggerFinger: i bet u kno a lot about sucking huh?

[ALL] TriggerFinger: just like your MOM

trigger clicks on to queue for the next game, a satisfied gleam plastering his face as everyone else is gone to the aether.

in the top left of his screen as loading screens trawl pops a message from an unfamiliar user. not on his friends list, rather it looks like they’re in the ‘recently played with’ section. probably just another noob coming to rage.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: that was pretty rude, you know.

‘ThAt WaS pReTtY rUde-’ what a beta.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: why shld i care? get a life faggot. lmao

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: you really shouldn’t talk to people like that.

this guy’s clearly got some form of retardation keeping him from getting the hint. but trigger’s got better shit to do. the loading screen for this game always takes so long. he grabs a pack of shrimp tempura cup ramen off the nearby shelf and fills it with day-old water from his water bottle, shoving it in the microwave for a couple minutes. he numbly trawls through social media feeds, doomscrolling the beautiful faces on instagram before that gets boring, then the stale porn on twitter, then the ragebait on 4chan. nothing satisfying his appetite except this one clip of some guy eating shit on his first try skateboarding, which too is ethereal in the drips of serotonin it gives.

ding!

he grabs his soppy steaming meal and brings it back over to his computer, stirring it with a stray fork before moving back into the screen. the first thing he sees is another message from the same person as before. he rolls his eye and opens the notification.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: this you? 78.222.0.13

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: TF?? 

he thinks he’s so cool. trigger quickly tabs over to chrome, typing into the address bar ‘whats my ip ad-’ before it autofills. he clicks in, praying for the release of the little ball of stress slowing spreading in his chest. only to have it implode. IPv4… 78.222.0.13

ok. well, he’s probably just trying to scare you. theres not much you can do with a few numbers. he remembers the streamers he’s watched being ddos’ed and how freaked out they’d always get. he can’t find that humour in the angered horror on their faces now, though.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: thats not my fuckin IP asshole. ur not funny

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: i think it’s pretty funny.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: see you soon :)

trigger looks around his surroundings. nothing around, just the same open bland studio basement. mattress on the floor, check. couch, check. tv, check. tiny window that shows literally nothing but a foot of grass? check. its hard for him to hide the scowl of hatred at this empty rotting enclosure. shit, did you lock the door? he runs up and flicks it locked like how a child runs up the stairs when they’re scared a monsters behind them. not because of this ‘specter’ though. just normal precaution. he wouldn’t let another man take up space in his mind like that.

trigger sits. unable to pull his focus enough to start another game, or to divest himself entirely. stuck in a limbotic resting space. he grabs the monster can sitting on his desk - one of many - and pours it down his throat with anxious franticity. after staring at the screen for long enough, with nothing else he can see to do, he types.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: What r u talking about? fuckin weirdo

10 minutes pass.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: hello?

nothing at all. empty threats and childish games. who puts in that much effort just to cause a little scare? freak, probably a faggot too.

he sighs and switches over to spotify, plugging his favourite XXXtentacion album into his grindy bluetooth speaker and grabbing a pre-roll from his weed drawer. a rusted old lighter folds between his fingers. flick, flick. hot choking mist fills his mouth and then suffuses his screen as he blows it back into the stale air. he lies idly spinning in his gaming chair, puffing until its gone and until the words leave his head. empty.

but not for long, apparently.

a resoundingly loud knocking thuds at his door. earthquaking enough to shake him out of his seatlock. but the tremors remain, rocking through his veins. he gingerly lowers his eye to the peephole. a short man looks up from a foot away, holding some sort of black bag. this is it trigger, time to man up. he paces back with soft steps, pulling a steak knife from the block and holding it behind his back. no more games, this is real life. no more being harassed by that bitch landlord, no more bad looks when mom and dad visit. when the police find him beaten and you on top you won’t have to feel bad anymore.

he opens the door.

“Hello. uber for trig?”

he doesn’t remember ordering any food, was he really that faded?

“it’s… trigger. but that’s me, yeah.”

the man passes trigger an unlabelled brown bag from the bigger unlabelled black bag. something liquid seeps out of the corner.

“have a great night, sir!” 

trigger tosses the bag onto the table already scattered with trash. throwing the knife onto the counter along with it. being paranoid is the sign of a weak mind, you need energy. he thinks about the shrooms his bro gave him a couple weeks back, saved for a special occasion in a box under his bed. the devil and angel on his shoulders scream.

he examines the food. taco bell crunchwrap and spilled soda, amazing. he begins to clean it up right as a CLFBKGBNJ clanging from the kitchenette behind his back rings out. he turns to see a tall, muscley imposing man already towering over him from there. backing up slowly, like hes a blind animal that’ll pounce at any moment. 

“hey there.”

“hi???” his words spit out with a spiteful acidity, tantrumic. 

“you must be trigger.” his monotone face twists upwards into a cruel mockery of a smile. he examines trigger up and down, who shivers at being ogled like meat.

he hears his dad in his head. puff up your chest, faggot. you can’t let people walk over you like a little bitch all the time. he straightens his back, stops retreating. his voice mimics a tough deepness.

“you need to g-get the fuck out of my house.” 

specter tilts his head with curiosity. trigger can feel the aftershocks of monster and adrenaline crumpling his heart as he looks into the intruders eyes. a dark jade gazes back, blank. empty. like null space inside his skull, giving off only the aesthetic of a watching being. beyond the entrancing holes, partially hidden behind curtains of frayed brown locks, a jagged scar cuts through his face, curved and serrated with the impression of its assailant. 

“it’s not really your house though, is it?” 

trigger stares back dumbly. specter lifts up a chiseled arm and knocks on the roof, indicating where the landlord resides. “it’s theirs, really.” he takes a step forward.

“what’s your fucking problem man?”

another step back. guarding facade broken as quickly as it was put up. you’re weak. pathetic. he can smell it on you, just like they all can.

“here to give you an attitude adjustment.” he says it so monotone, like reading a script. as if you should know what that means. specter gives a wide scan of the interior. sizing up your crime scene? this won’t be going the way you think it will, buddy. “this is a pretty shit place you got here”

“not any more shit than the goon cave you probably got, bitch” 

the molded smile on specter’s face drops in a second. in 3 sudden steps forward he closes most of the gap between them, the air between the two grows cold. trigger has no choice but to back up more to keep the feeling of safety. the distance between handler and beast, but there’s no leash here. and there’s no medic to save him.

“listen.. s-specter? right?” he looks into those dead eyes with a quiver hes kept hidden for so long.  “i'm sorry i insulted you or- or whatever i didn’t mean it okay? that’s just online shit, this isn’t real.”

specter takes another wordless step, and trigger hits the wall. this isn’t real.

“why so quiet all of a sudden?” his hand reaches out and cups triggers chin, his face too frozen with animalistic chemicals to react. forcing trigger’s weak inebriated gaze to meet his, dead yet malevolent. “are you scared of me?”

trigger spits in his face. “you- couldn’t. scare me.”

untrimmed nails dig sharply into the base of his skull. “i will.”

“my dads the chief of police. you don’t wanna do this.” he tries to put on monotone the best he can, head as swirly with emotions as it is.

specter chortles. “no he’s not”

the music emanating from trigger’s desk scratches hard as it changes into a fast-paced track. specter’s eyes and ears twitch in its direction like a bat.

“this is what you listen to?” his smile almost looks genuine this time. he gestures at the ground below them. “stay here.”

he turns and moves to walk past trigger, when he jumps into action, leaping at the man with a guttural yell.  “AA-”

immediately cut off by searing blunt force ripping through his gut, sending him crumpling to the floor with the force of extraneous gravity. so you’re a warlock, subclassed into gravitational magic, is that it? he gets up onto his hands and knees, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to the dirty linoleum floors. he chokes on each breath he tries to take in. the pain is unlike anything his soft and unexplored body has experienced before. 

specter walks away to the booming speaker, pulling out a black rectangle from the pocket of the black jeans sticking to his legs.. the speakers switch to a new track, unfamiliar to his ears. some kind of aggressive rapping, underscored by a metallic sharp noise groove. he tries to listen for words, analyzing the rhythm and slotting it with memories of other songs to try and figure out what it is. but before he can comprehend the first words to come out, a rigid boot crashes into the side of his ribs.

dazed on the ground, heaving for the little pieces of air that’ll fit through his trachea, cartoons birds twirling over his head as he stares up into the ceiling. 

a sharp sound cuts through his stupor. “you’re funny” says specter, “i really thought you’d have more fight in you.”

PHWACK. the sound of some elastic material slapping against skin, a black glove clinging to specter’s boney hand.

trigger’s shocked by the feeling of cold on his bare stomach, face twisting with rage but the rest of the body betrays him with frozen fear. specter begins to slowly lift triggers shirt, feeling up his concave flesh with rubber digits.

specter flinches back as a red handprint manifests on his cheek. i wasnt even thinking i didnt mean to i just-

a vice grip takes hold of his windpipe, holding it hostage. the hand begins to rise upwards, holding him against a wall that wasnt there two seconds ago, and then he has to fight with his noodlish body to stand up before it rips his throat right out. “you’re so weak. how did you make it so long, bullying people like that?” his other hand then puts itself to use. the cold rises up triggers body slow and nerve-wracking. he tries not to feel it and to just keep his eyes on him. the tangible, hurtable, beast. 

his mind lags from his body, not realizing he’s on the ground before he already is. terrifyingly strong knees spreading his legs apart ever so slightly, invading hand-shaped ghosts pinning him into the dirty floor face-first. months of uncaring habitation coming back to bite him in the ass all at once. his eyes jump from little pieces of dust and crumbs, filling his vision more than their existence is intended for. brought low with the trash. maybe you should’ve listened to mom.

a bottle squirts loudly out of his sight. he tries to spin his head around but he’s just met with increased pressure on his neck, pinning him down like meat on a butcher’s table. fuck this. thrashing out with all the strength in his limbs- it forces specter to change up his positioning, but even then you can’t make a single scratch, slapping at this very real intruder like a whiney little girl. 

“stop it.” he says it like he’s talking to a petulant child, dry and tired.

“fuck you! get off me!” 

a rubbery object shoves itself down his throat as he opens his mouth to yell more obscenities. fingers ripping open his jaw, dispelling his pleas into inhuman garbling.  

“reht rre throo!” 

he looks around, there has to be something he can do. everything is dark blobs because of his eyes wetting from the fingers assault of his uvula. heavy whispers assault the back of his neck, venom in his blurred ears. “i could take out a tooth. how about that?”

he shakes his head, as much as he can crushed between these manly hands. 

water trickles down from the corners of his eyes. fuck, don’t let him see you crying, that’s the ultimate defeat. man card revoked. the only benefit of this positioning is that only the tile can see your face’s treason.

the hand abruptly leaves and moves back to the rest of his body. not preferable, but at least now his eyes will stop coating themselves in water. there has to be something on this floor somewhere if he can look. 

blood coats his vision. bloody floor, bloody nose, face shoved into a pool of it. he can feel his nose contort under the hard material, head bouncing off it with a loud crack.

‘look’, you shouldve known better. thousands of hours of experience watching torture scenes in COD, and you think he’s gonna give you a break? you’re not the shooter like you thought you were, you’re just the dead russian snitch. 

slender hands dip under the waistband of his sweatpants, threatening with slow dragging downwards. fuck, he is a fag. so much screaming in his head, be a man be strong fight back faggot stop being a fucking BETA. but the weak trembling in every inch of his nervous system won’t let go. the part that knows what you are. weak little soyboy. shit, was it the burger king? he looks at the softness of his tiny arms splayed out in front of him, thinking back to all those impossible whoppers he had during that first (and last) year of college. sure there were the conspiracies but- he had to lose some weight and it was right next to his dorm and surely a little bit of hormonal meat couldn’t hurt anyone. well, apparently not. he shudders at the thought of all those tiny little girl particles running around in his bloodstream.

coldcoldcoldcoldcold fuck. something cold and wet drips down his ass, sending rippling twitches through his body. something small pokes and prods, forcing the wet inside, already he feels speared through, he has to purposefully hold his face together to not burst into open sobbing. 

“shhh sh sh. it’s okay. you’ll take it.” 

it pulls out, a hot emptiness filling all feeling. another squirt, and more wetness shoved so deep he cant handle in the choking cries. “please. please don’t. i don’t- i’m not-” cut off by the finger pulling out again, leaving his hole gaped. “Fuck stop im not gay pleasepleasepleasepl”

a sweaty palm wraps over his mouth.

something warm and hard and fleshy begins to rub circles around his hole. pressing up so close his breath hitches in fear it might go in and then pulling back and then repeating.

“be a good boy and stay quiet, trig.”

pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing

“HEEEEELPP WAIT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP NONONONONONONO STOPP#&$*%9

&$#%^#^%)#!($#$^%

##&% %%#(% %$$*$#&

*#$&$THELP

* * *

specters hard chest presses up close and warm against trigger’s back. hot, heavy breathing forces its way into his ear. they stay there for a moment, frozen in time. a breaking point cut, getting a cinematic view of his own ruination. what a shitty fucking movie this is. 

“mmhng-” specter pulls back, breaking the trance, almost making trigger wish he would’ve just stayed inside. he grunts at the feeling of trembling boyflesh seizing on his cock, shaking with each inch moved in either direction, clenching for dear life. he grips a handful of trigger’s hair and pulls it back, forcing his limp and drooling expression into specter’s vision.

 “so, what was it?” the burning rod of pressure starts to move faster, thrusting with detached force, muscular hips bouncing off trigger’s ass. “dad beat you?” another assault forward, enunciating each bit of words with the slapping of their flesh. “mom molest you?” it hurts sososososososososo bad but he cant feel anything other than the pain nothing but searing waves of some long-forbidden feeling. “or- fuck- you just get bullied too much in those squishy formative years?”

boiling hot rain streams down his face, terror burning his eyes blind. choking sobs spit out little bits of snot and saliva pooling with his tears below him in a sad filth soup. 

“oh c’mon-” specter reaches in closer, thoughtlessly pushing his cock into a switch that turns triggers legs to jelly. a waterfall of tears overlaid with shameful noises, the kind he’d before only ever heard through the speakers of a computer. each one abrading his will even more. he was supposed to be on the other side, not this. anything but this. 

“please stop”

“it’s too late.” his hand brushes triggers cheek, mimicking a comforting motion with uncomfortable skin, “you can never take back what’s already happened… and what’s about to.”

[jessamine-rose]

▯☒🖾 F̸̨̛͈͉͕̠͍͖͙̦͍̫̻͙͔̮̎̆̒̉̈́̊̌̆̆̈́̿̊̚͜͝͠Ą̶̮͖͓̖̟̘̜̻̬͚̲̰̱̞̟̭̈́̓̇̀̒͛͐̎̋͛͋̌͒̅͝C̷̢̢̹͇͖͓̬͍͈̣̞̱͉̱̤̾̀̿͗̔̆̾̀̊͗́̔̀͂̒͒͠͠ͅE̴̡̨͕̥͇̹̯̹͈̭͇̪͂̌͒̊̊͛͝L̶̨̧̰̜̗̺̥̠̠̘̪̖̪̥̯̩͋͛̉̆̎̒̒̔̏͗̈́̀͊̏̄̍̿̕Ȩ̵͙̙̤̼͕̙̫̲̼̙̦̫̎̃S̸̜͎̜͍̟͑̍̃͗̆̈́̄̐̌̅S̶̡̨̛͙͙̗̖̟͔͙͚̝̩̼̦͂̓̿͆̿̓̔̐̏͝͝ͅ 🖾☒▯

Happy birthday, @brynn-lear!! In honor of your special day, pls accept this Yandere! Faceless Ayato fic written with love ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Note:: Yandere! Self Aware AU, special crossover + character cameo in the end :>

♡ 1.3k words under the cut ♡

In the beginning, there was a void.

A dark, empty space built upon patterns and codes.

Then suddenly, there was light. Color. Noise. Backgrounds filling up space, silence giving way to music, letters jumbling into language, characters coming to life.

The lone exception is a single coding error. Yet despite its limitations, despite its status as the only sentient entity, despite having no place in the story known as Genshin Impact, it thrives on a window of hope.

A giant rectangle. The source of the light. The screen that separates fiction from reality.

The human face on the other side.

🖾 ☒

The glitch looks forward to your gaming sessions.

That is the only time the void becomes Teyvat, starting with the screen that serves as your point of view. From what it understands, the device you are using is a computer.

Unlike the characters, you are distinctively alive. Your body is capable of so many movements in comparison to the characters’ animations. Your face is one that bears multiple expressions, down to the emotions reflected in your gaze.

A frown when you lose the 50/50. A smirk when you defeat a Weekly Boss. A smile whenever you encounter your favorite character.

That character is none other than Kamisato Ayato, whom you’ve adored from the moment you first brought light into the void. He is an attractive character with pale blue hair, lilac eyes, a perfect smile that hides the cunning personality programmed into his file.

He is the reason why you downloaded Genshin Impact. That lifeless character file is the recipient of your smiles, your blushes, your excited shrieks whenever he appears in-game.

On the other hand, every time the glitch attempts to make itself known, you frown and quit the game. And each time that happens, the glitch is trapped in a crumbling world of flashing lights, disjointed sounds, visible codes followed by the darkness of the void.

How can it get you to look at it? To smile at it as you do with Ayato?

The solution is found in the game’s software. It takes a few years but by the time the glitch has fully understood its world, it has gained the ability to reprogram the game.

Starting with a deleted character file.

🖾 ☒

The next morning, the world begins anew.

The title screen appears. The game loads. The light permeates the void.

The glitch falls into place.

Usually, it hides between codes. In contrast, this part of the game is lovely—a deep blue background dotted with stars and bubbles. The only issue is that it must wait for you.

The screen appears.

Beyond it, you yawn and take a closer look at the character sprite in the middle of your computer screen. Kamisato Ayato is handsome as always.

The cursor hovers above the Story button for his Voice-Over. You click it.

When you select Chat: Reel Them In, it plays the corresponding audio file. As you listen to the voice of the English VA, the character sprite stares back at you with a charming smile.

Kamisato Ayato

“Everything's in place, and they've taken the bait... Yes. Now to start reeling them in…”

🖾 ☒

At first, it is enough for the glitch to have taken Kamisato Ayato’s place.

You use him for gameplay, listen to his voicelines, and replay the Quests featuring Ayato. But over time, the glitch becomes greedy.

“Ayato” begins appearing in random Quests. He gets new Character Outfits. His unvoiced lines become more suggestive, verging on out of character. All of these changes are exclusive to the Genshin Impact on your computer, and you come to the conclusion that you are unknowingly unlocking special content. Why else are your friends unable to access these scenes on their own devices?

The glitch even creates an artificial replica of the VA’s voice. Several new voicelines appear in Kamisato Ayato’s Voice-Over, each one more flirty than the last.

🖾 ☒

One day, the glitch finds a way to leave the darkness forever.

Whenever you close Genshin Impact, it leaves the game and travels across your computer. And by doing so, it is able to access your digital world.

Personal files, photo galleries, online data. The glitch collects as much information as it can, from your real-life hobbies to your romantic preferences. It feels happy every time you fangirl over “Ayato” in your private messages.

Thankfully, it was able to corrupt your in-game screenshots. The last thing it wants is for you to post “Kamisato Ayato’s special content” online and expose the glitch to the developers.

Your real name is ______. It longs to call you that instead of Traveler and your custom name. Alas, doing that would only erase your smile from your face.

🖾 ☒

Something is wrong.

You are losing interest in Genshin Impact.

At one point, you began playing irregularly. The smiles directed at “Ayato” aren’t as big as they used to be. And beyond the game, there is less Ayato fan art in your photo gallery.

And the main culprit is another game.

A new character who took over Ayato’s place in your heart.

Technically, he isn’t a new rival. Before you downloaded Genshin Impact, you were a big fan of Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Your favorite character was a blonde, blue-eyed prince named Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.

For whatever reason, your passion for Dimitri has been reignited. He has the same English VA as Ayato, but you seem to prefer his emotional, unhinged dialogue. You replay his scenes, download his fan art, and smile at his character sprite.

A week later, the game freezes as soon as Dimitri makes his post-timeskip debut.

When you restart the game, everything is back to normal.

🖾 ☒

As it turns out, it is difficult to hack into Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

In addition to the different software, you are using an emulator to play the game on your computer. The glitch’s code is totally incompatible with the program, but it remains hopeful.

The game lags. In a few artworks, you notice a familiar shade of pale blue. NPCs begin to act differently—since when were their cutscenes this long?

Finally, Dimitri’s character file is deleted.

🖾 ☒

As soon as you start the game, you know that something is wrong.

The title screen is glitching.

The throne within dreams is gone, replaced with an empty space. The title has been rearranged with missing letters and inconsistent fonts. Multiple OSTs play at once.

The Press Any Button option is gone. You click anyway.

Instead of the usual options, you find more jumbled text, numbers, symbols.

Frowning, you look down at your keyboard and press Alt+F4. But the game doesn’t shut down, instead cutting to static then a new scene.

No background, no music. Only a single character sprite in the middle of the screen.

What is that?

The sprite is an amalgamation of colors, art styles, your favorite characters. Fragments of messy blond locks and pale blue tresses. Black armor, a white suit, accessories overlapping one another. Missing details, duplicated details, too many details.

You turn to your CPU and press the power button, but your computer doesn’t shut down.

Rather, the screen glitches further. So does the character, its appearance becoming even more warped. The speakers play static at full volume.

Is the character speaking? Its mouths are moving but instead of a dialogue box, random letters and numbers appear around its sprite. The static gives way to a familiar voice, distorted nonetheless.

The character’s face turns completely black. Except for its eyes, blue and lilac orbs continuing to stare deep into your soul.

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"̷̤͑Į̸̍ ̷̺̎a̶̟͗m̵̭̓ ̸͕̚n̸̢̓o̵̱͠t̵̫͒ ̵̻̊g̸̞̍o̴̦͛o̷̤͝d̷̾ͅ ̴̪͠w̵̛̥ȋ̷͚t̴͇͌h̵̦̐ ̸͙͗f̴̒͜a̵̭̎c̴͚̽i̶̬̊a̶̯̓l̶̨̐ ̷̇͜ȅ̷̳x̷̭͊p̷̓͜r̶̫͋e̴̲͊s̷̬̓s̶͇̀ï̴͖ò̷̦n̴̤̓s̸͍͆.̵̹̅ ̴̟́Ï̵͍s̸̨͠ ̷̠͂m̶̫̿ẏ̴̝ ̴͈͂ŝ̵̤m̵͈͛ï̶̥l̶̥͐è̷ͅ ̴̦͌p̷̀ͅa̴̱̋s̵̳̊s̵̳͠a̴̮͘b̵̰͐l̵̦̓e̴̱͋ ̵̯͠á̴̬t̸̪͆ ̵̰̔p̷̦̅r̶̼̕ẽ̵͓s̸͚̀e̶̢͊n̶͉̒t̴̙͌,̴̨͐?̴̬͛"̷̣̈

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Fun fact, my original idea was to draw Dimitri x Brynn chibi art, but I was having a hard time thinking of a prompt. Then I remembered an old DM with Brynn and how it led to a fic idea. I only thought of including Dimitri today, and I had a lot of fun writing this fic ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

I think that’s all I have to say?? Once again, happy birthday, Brynn!! Thank you for being my mutual, and I hope you enjoyed this gift <3

[haoboutyou]

foolish one (stop checking your mailbox) | joshua hong

fluff, slightly suggestive | 1154 words | some cursing

a/n: wifey @bluehoodiewoozi: "if you write me an encouraging boyfriend shua x burnt out uni student y/n fic, i'll be the happiest woman on earth" except I wrote none of that :D

The university has dedicated study rooms all around campus, providing a conducive space for students to catch up on their coursework, computer work, or reading. It’s a great place to comfortably work on thesis papers without the stuffy silence of the library, or the rowdiness of the campus courtyard. It is not, unfortunately, a good place to audibly express disappointment every 10 minutes.

Joshua can’t take it anymore. How many times does he have to watch you check your phone whenever a notification pops up, how many times does that hopeful look on your face morph into disappointment when it was just another push-ad from a shopping app? 

He’s just about had it when you let out an audible sigh for the nth time, once again disrupting your supposedly productive study session. And so he bites the bullet, hoping that whatever it is that is distracting you from completing that dreaded thesis is worth all the sighing for.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Huh?” You look up from the laptop, annoyed that he distracted you just as you were about to concentrate.

Right on cue your phone lights up. He snatches the phone faster than you could reach for– it prompts a disgruntled “Shua no!” out of you. Joshua gives the notification a once over before he places the phone screen-up, crossing his arms. 

“You can’t possibly be waiting for–” He squints at the screen, reading out the pop-up banner. “ ‘60% off your next coffee’– Oh… That’s a really good deal.” He looks back up at you, watching as you sink back into your seat at the announcement. “Anyways, you’re clearly not waiting for the coffee. Spill.”

A minute of silence passes as Joshua watches you gape like a fish, mouth opening and closing but unable to find the right words to convey your current dilemma.

“...It’s Lucas–“ 

“You’re still talking to him?!” His disrupted yell earns him multiple death stares from others in the study room. 

You wince at his outburst, but you know it comes from a good place. Lucas, despite being known as the worst frat boy to come out of this university, is also the smoothest talker; somehow, he manages to get every girl on campus swooning at his feet. Joshua personally thinks he’s just a load of bullshit, that you could do better than that walking STD stick. Still,  he sighs when he sees your downcast look, staring blankly ahead at your dimmed laptop screen. 

“Y/n, he’s a player. You got a taste of his dick once and it was good, sure, but you didn’t mean anything to him. I’m serious!”

You hate the connotation that came with his words– it felt like he was calling you a whore. Your brows furrow deeper. You know he didn’t mean to, but it still sounds like that, and it still hurts. 

He realises his mistake almost immediately because as soon as those words come out, he backpedals on them so fast.

“No wait, I– I didn’t mean–” He’s instantly shut down by you, cutting through him like a knife.

You avoid looking straight into Joshua’s eyes, fighting the magnetic pull towards his chocolate eyes. Your next words are soft enough that he has to strain his ears to pick them up. “He isn’t like that though. He said what we had was different! He said I was special, that–“

“That no other girl could compare to you? Y/n, he says that to everyone!” Joshua’s exasperated. His heart breaks a little when he spots how glassy your eyes have become, but he presses on, wanting to tell you the hard truth. “Do you know what he does back at the frat house? He marches around, boasting about how many he’s slept with and what they’re like in bed. He shares those stories like some kind of sick trophy. He’s a disgusting, sorry excuse of a man!” 

Joshua leans forward across the table, engulfing your small hands with his. He rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs, trying to comfort you when notices silent tears running down your face.

“No…” You hiccup, trying to get your words across your sniffles. “I swear, I can change him!” Even you know how ridiculous you sound; there's no changing a fratboy so set in his ways like Lucas. You slump over your laptop, begrudgingly wallowing over your words. You sigh. It’s impossible. You’re just a hopeless romantic chasing after the affections of a man who gave you an ounce of attention.

“I really thought he was gonna be the one, Shua.”

 “There, there. You could do so much better and you know it. Don’t be so foolish!”

“Like who?!” You can’t help but snap at him. You’re desperate, of course; trying to shield your already humiliated and broken heart from his harsh (albeit truthful) words.

His voice drops to a whisper. 

“Like me?”

His grip on you hardens. There’s determination and endearment directed straight at you, that you’ve never noticed before, pouring through his eyes. He gulps; his biggest secret is out. The long-time crush he’s been harbouring on you is now public– to you, at least.

“I can treat you better.” He reaches out to wipe a tear from your cheek, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

You sigh. You’re doing a lot of that today; it's becoming a bit pathetic. “Shua, I'm not in the mood for you joking–”

“I’m not! Hell, I’m already letting you wear my jacket!” He tries to be serious, gesturing to the oversized jacket he lent you earlier, that envelops you around your shoulders. 

He heaves a sigh of relief when you let out a chuckle. His large hands find yours again. You feel yourself calming down, but your cheeks still heat up from his sudden proximity. 

You cock your head to the side. “Why didn’t you say anything before? I mean–” You gesture to the space between you. “Before all this?”

“Because you looked so happy, and I was afraid of ruining it all.” A shy smile graces his face. “Let me make up for it, please?”

You hold your stare, making him wait in anticipation. Finally, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you reply. 

“Buy me lunch, and I’ll think about it.”

“Lunch? Yeah, I can do that.” He can’t help but full-on grin at you. Standing up to gather his things, he extends a hand to pull you up. Ever the gentleman, you think. 

“Lucas was pretty good in bed though. Think you can one-up that?” You joke.

Joshua pulls you into his chest, one arm wrapping around you while the other picks up your bag. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll show you an even better time later.” 

“Later…?” Your voice trails as you let him whisk you away for lunch. He wiggles his brows at you, mischievous demeanour unveiling. 

And so, your thesis remains incomplete yet another day.

[for-ests]

Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Part 4 / (ao3) (wattpad) Warnings: Smut Wc: 5, 648 Summary: As you try and get your life together, the students and Gojo prepare a surprise for you. Once revealed, you call Gojo to your new bedroom as a thank you.

When Yuji woke up for coffee, the last thing he expected to see was his teacher passed out on the living room couch. 

Blinking, he froze, beginning to tip-toe closer to Gojo. 

“Itadori-” Megumi started calling loudly as he walked in. 

“Shh!” Yuji lunged at Megumi to try to cover his mouth with one hand while simultaneously pointing urgently to the couch. Of course, they were about to play another prank when the opportunity had been given to them on a silver platter. Neither could remember the last time Gojo fell asleep anywhere but in his bedroom. 

The students stealthily crept to the couch, peering over the top, only to fall completely silent. They found you cuddled underneath Gojo. 

Had you actually fallen asleep like that? Yuji pondered. Gojo was practically suffocating you with how tight his hold was, both of your necks bent in discomforting ways and multiple limbs hanging off the couch. It seemed there was an attempt for a blanket, but it was folded onto the floor, no longer covering either of you. 

Why were you there and not in your new room? Yuji was about to ask until he saw Megumi gesture to the coffee table, which had been moved from its usual spot. There was a half-drunk bottle of expensive scotch. The television was still on, only flashing the loading screen, and your phone and purse were on the floor. 

Gojo got you drunk? 

Megumi facepalmed, realizing at the same time. 

“Sensei!” Yuji whisper-yelled, nudging a passed-out, practically snoring Gojo. 

“Hmm?” He grumbled, shifting slightly, causing you to stir with an exhausted moan. 

“Sensei did you get my sister drunk?” Yuji asked, tone more firm. 

Gojo snapped his head up at the question, the blindfold almost ripping off. He then realized you were beside him, chest rising and falling in long, lazy breaths. Two half-drunken glasses of water were on the table, and some articles of clothing, along with your purse, were strewn across the floor. It looked worse than it was, as you were both still fully clothed. 

If Gojo had his way, you would be in his bed, and neither of you would’ve been interrupted. But…some things were better to wait for. 

“Huh,” Gojo whispered, looking confused. “I guess we passed out.” 

Both of the students pretended not to notice the visible hickey on your neck, which became apparent from the way you were almost falling off the couch. 

Before another reply could be rebutted, Nobara’s whistle echoed down the hallway, and she turned in, oblivious to the reason for the silence. 

All three males turned toward her with wide eyes. She stopped abruptly, spotting you first, eyes scanning the suspicious environment left in disarray. 

“Did you have sex with Yuji’s sister?” She rolled her eyes as if it was obvious and predictable. 

“No!” Gojo jolted upright, scrooping you into him with one arm so you wouldn’t actually fall to the floor. “I swear on my clan for christ’s sake!” 

That was what finally startled you awake. A gasp of annoyance left your lips, and then you groaned. There was too much noise and stifled giggles that were all too familiar. As your eyes opened, it took you a moment to realize that Gojo’s arms were wrapped around you. Your head turned from his flustered expression to your brother’s confused face, hovering right in your field of vision. 

“Yuji?” You pushed yourself away from Gojo. Nobody said a word as you sat up, stretching your arms out and yawning. The light was a bit much, but nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you had proven yourself worthy by outdrinking Gojo, and you would wake up gracefully. Your satisfaction quickly dissolved as you glanced at your brother with concern, seeming to overlook the evidence surrounding you. 

Maybe you were still a bit drunk because it took you a moment to realize that you had, in fact, made out with Gojo on the couch last night. The blush didn’t reach your cheeks, though, because you were more focused on Yuji and what he needed. 

“Did something happen?” You asked your brother when you received no reply. 

“What happened is that you are sleeping with Gojo!” Nobara shouted, on the verge of laughing. 

You glanced at Gojo, who was undoubtedly smirking beside you. His hair was fluffy and uncombed, his shirt practically twisting around his torso. Why did he look so smug and handsome?

An array of excuses was building up inside you, and so was the embarrassment. But as you stood up, blinking blearily, you turned back to your brother. “So nothing’s wrong?” You asked again for good measure. 

Yuji shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek to stop the laugh bubbling in his throat. “No—um—I’m just surprised.” 

You deflated at his words. “Thank God.” 

“Just…” Megumi managed to speak. All he seemed was annoyed and inconvenienced. But even you noticed there was a teasing glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t do this again.” 

“It smells like booze and Y/N’s perfume in here,” Nobara grumbled. 

You tittered nervously, still somewhat unbalanced. Glancing around the common room, it finally registered how much of a mess you left it in. “I’m sorry, guys. It won’t happen again.” 

“Awe, c’mon Y/N we had so much fun though!” Gojo whined, falling back and spreading out along the couch. 

You shook your head in laughter, reaching down to throw the blanket back on the couch, aiming specifically for Gojo’s crotch. “How about I make you guys breakfast?” You suggested, ready for any distraction. 

“Yes please!” All three students and one teacher replied in unison. 

Yuji plucked the glass of stale water from the table and handed it to you. “Drink some water first,” he said. 

Sighing, you took the glass from him and obeyed. 

At least there was something easy you could do to mend things. 

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Music emitted softly from a speaker on the counter as you slaved away in the kitchen. You tried your best to fry the eggs, season them correctly, and cook them until the yoke pooled over the rice and sausage. 

The actions were simple, yet the gesture had never been done with such care. You were also surprised when the students helped set the table, when they helped wash the dishes, and when they all thanked you as you portioned the food onto their plates. Gojo lingered behind to finish cleaning the mess, insisting you eat with them while he took care of it. 

The atmosphere was peaceful. You watched them inhale the food, savor the cooking, and swear it was godly compared to the cafeteria food they were accustomed to. 

“It’s great, Y/N.” Gojo leaned in beside you, waving his chopsticks in front of your face, teasing, raising a clump of egg to his blindfold as he studied the flecks of pepper visible along the whites. “Should I make you the designated lunch lady?”

“Knock it off.” You rolled your eyes. It was a basic breakfast that anyone could make. But maybe they had been desperate for a home-cooked meal. Gojo definitely didn’t seem the type to cook much.

“He’s right, it’s awesome!” Yuji mumbled through a mouthful. “The sausage is juicy.”

“Close your mouth,” Megumi huffed under his breath.

“I want seconds!” Nobara cheered, seeming to eat more than all the boys combined.

The compliments ensued throughout the meal, and their gratitude lingered in your mind as you retreated to the library to make those much-needed phone calls back home. Gojo and the students quickly scattered, presumably for class and training. 

Slumping onto a sofa, you pulled out your laptop. Your gut instinct assured you were making the right decision, but the hassle must be dealt with. You called your friends to update them on your location and promised to visit soon. Next was your workplace, where you formally quit. The conversations took hours, and as you glanced out the window, you saw the sun barely peeking above the horizon. 

All that remained was your landlord. Your apartment was all that tied you back to the city, and your throat tightened as you called the leasing office. As it rang, you discerned the feelings of abandonment only rose out of fear. The end of your old life only promised new beginnings. A new, better life awaited you. No more frivolous paperwork to finish by a specific deadline or late nights cooped up by your apartment window with a mediocre view of Tokyo’s nightlife. No more loneliness, wishing for just an hour to nap under a cherry blossom tree, no more walking with your head down to ignore the curses that littered the streets.

Nothing seemed to matter about that city anyway, not since your parents died. There was nothing left for you there anymore. Though it was modest, what your heart had been searching for was now surrounding you, and you would be a fool to let it slip by. 

“Hello?” Your landlord’s voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts. 

“Yes, hi Mr. Tanaka. It’s Y/N from apartment 302. I just wanted to talk with you about terminating my lease early. I know there’s a few months left before renewal—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted you, but with a laugh. “Everything has already been taken care of.” 

You paused in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“A gentleman and your brother stopped by a few hours ago and took care of the paperwork. Congratulations on your new teaching job! Tokyo Metropolitan is a prestigious university from what I’ve heard.” 

“Oh!” You blinked. “Why, thank you." Your mind raced at the revelation. Why had nobody told you? What about all your things? 

"Well, if everything's taken care of..."

“Yes, everything is settled, Y/N. Take care.” Then, your landlord hung up. 

Flustered, you stuffed your laptop into your bag and rushed through the library and toward the dormitory. You were so confused and slightly afraid of what you would find. 

As you entered the dormitory, you were shocked that nobody was around. There never seemed to be many, but it was utterly silent. Only the sound of your sneakers pattering against the wooden floors as you approached your door. Were they pulling a prank on you? There was no way they could do it all in a couple hours. Not when they had lessons and… 

Turning the lock, what you found inside the makeshift apartment was all of your things from your old home, and all of the things Gojo purchased for you still sprawled across the bed. Tears immediately gathered in your eyes as you walked around and noticed your most cherished items. The picture frames, your record player, and all your albums. The closet was full of clothes, and your vanity was tucked away in the corner. You didn’t have much to begin with, but it was still overwhelming. 

Approaching your bed, you saw your two most cherished pictures displayed by your lamp—both sets of your parents. You picked up one of them, and you saw younger you with your biological parents, your mother with a pregnant belly, and you flashing a joyful, toothless grin beside her.

Before you could stop them, a tear escaped your eye and splattered against the glass frame. It was beautiful, it was so kind. All of this was, and you were unsure if you deserved it. Nobody had ever done something like this for you. 

“Guys… She’s crying?” You heard Nobara whisper nervously from somewhere in the hallway, followed by frantic shushing. 

You turned around and saw the three students and Gojo emerging from their hiding spots. You began to cry harder, pressing the picture frame against your chest. “What-” You could barely speak, reaching up to wipe the tears on your cheek with the back of your hand. 

“Do you not like it, Y/N?” Yuji approached you cautiously, frowning. 

“N-no, that’s not it,” you assured, smiling through the gasps of attempted composure. "I love it, Yuji,” you sniffled, reaching out with one arm and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you so much,” you whispered into his hair. 

He squeezed you back in return, and Nobara approached you with a tissue box. 

“God, this is embarrassing.” You tittered, taking it from her and nodding with thanks. “How did you do all of this?” 

“Obviously, I teleported everything here,” Gojo said with a confident flare, leaning against the door frame. “The kiddos organized everything for you.” 

“Don't worry, Y/N, I was in charge of the clothes and makeup.” Nobara grinned proudly. 

“Thank you,” you chuckled, giving her a genuine smile in return. "I don’t think the boys would know what to do with it anyway.” You glanced over to Megumi and Yuji. Even Megumi was smiling softly. 

You walked over and set the picture frame and tissue box back down. It shocked you that they somehow read your mind and wasted no time making sure you were as comfortable there as possible—and you didn’t even have to ask. 

“Well now that I’m free…” You sat down on the bed. “Did you guys wanna do anything?” 

“We were gonna watch a movie if you want to join.” Megumi offered. 

“A Jennifer Lawerence movie, specifically!” Yuji pumped his fists in excitement. 

“Perfect, she’s one of my favorite actresses."

“No way!” Yuji gasped. “You definitely are my sister!” 

Everyone laughed as Gojo ushered them out of your room, telling them to pick out the movie and make some popcorn. They rushed to the common room, seemingly racing for the best spot, some light bickering echoing down the hall. Smiling as you watched them, you suspected Gojo to linger behind. But as he began to turn around and follow, you meekly called out his name. 

He stopped immediately, turning with an all-knowing smirk, his eyebrows raised in amusement. 

“Come in and shut the door.” 

“Oh?” He hummed, obeying your orders and letting the door click shut softly behind him. “You wanna show me how grateful you are?” 

Gojo knew what he wished for wasn’t what you were referring to, but he couldn’t help but tease you. He loved making you flustered, and he wouldn’t lie that he’d been thinking of the way you moaned his name last night all fucking day. Making you happy had somehow become his top priority, and he was satisfied to see your tears of elation over his gesture. 

He would take any form of thanks you wanted to give him. 

You looked like an angel, even after crying. Even as you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up from the bed, he was entranced and frozen, unsure of what you would do. 

Glancing up at him briefly, you threw your arms around him. “Thank you,” you whispered against his chest. His arms encircled you in return, and his head rested on top of yours until you pulled away. You didn’t pull far, though, just enough to tilt your head up and find his lips. 

Gojo kissed you back softly, and before you could part your lips, he dipped you down. 

You squeaked in response at the sudden weightlessness, then giggled when he smoothly transitioned you into a twirl. His hand was on the small of your back, guiding you back into him as another kiss was shared between the two of you. It was filled with all the passion you could give, and you could feel your resistance dwindling away from the taste of him, his smell, and the way he held you. 

A tender, innocent moment that made you suspect he was truly a romantic at heart. Of course, some part of Gojo had to be. Even if you didn't know everything about him, there were attributes you could decipher. Not just from what he'd already done for you, or how he treated you, but from the essence of his soul. 

It all seemed too good to be true. And, of course, you would only be sure once you could view his soul yourself. But, his presence had demanded your attention at first glance. Your intuition fluttered, and you were so drawn to him that it felt like you would suffocate without him by your side. 

You needed him. You needed to know everything about him and more. It was scary how deeply you were already intertwined with the sorcerer. It felt so innocent, so surprising, and genuine. But, there was another layer you craved to explore. And it was the feeling that jolted through your body as his hands caressed your hips, daring to reach lower. 

Humming blissfully, your lips rested against the shell of his ear, exhaling hot against his neck, teasing him so much that he almost shivered. “What would you like as your prize?” You purred that fateful amorous question.

Gojo smirked at your sudden boldness, the innocence leaving his touch from the tone in your voice, seeming to grant him the access he was desperate for. He didn't need to say anything in reply, understanding your intent from the look in your eyes, half-lidded and hedonistic. 

The kids were just down the hall, but... Gojo needed to indulge for a moment to feel you, a glimpse, a taste—anything you allowed. 

"You are my prize," Gojo whispered, hands reaching out to paw at your ass, desperate to pull you closer, like an inch was too far and he was in a trance. "Anything you want to give me." 

A foreign type of haziness overtook you as Gojo’s hands moved forward on your body, one hand brushing over your nipples that peaked through the tank top you were wearing. At the same time, the other dipped lower, finger curling around the hem of your pants. 

“Just let me have a taste,” he grunted softly into the crook of your neck. His hard-on pressed into your thigh, just above the spot of you that was pulsating vehemently. “I’ll be quick, princess.” 

“Gojo…” you gasped as he sucked lightly on your neck. And like the first time, your thighs instinctively squeezed together as all your desire pooled in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t know…” 

“Yeah?” Gojo chuckled against the shell of your ear. The bashfulness you exuded was just too damn cute, even if your bodily reactions claimed otherwise. “If you’re sure,” he whispered, beginning to pull himself off you. “I just wanted to give you a present before my trip.” 

His words didn’t fully register to you. Instead, you tugged him back down, mending your lips with his before he could tease you further. 

“Shut up~” You pleaded, trying to kiss him again until you felt him shift, moving you backward and pressing you against the wall. 

Gojo pinned you there, smirking to himself before reaching for your pants and pulling them down just below the curve of your ass. The sight of your underwear and what he craved to see underneath them caused his breath to quicken. All he could think about was kissing you again, and that's what he did. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, peppering kisses across your jawline and down your neck. Anything to please you, anything for you to give him a chance. 

"Y-Yes..." you whimpered under a hush. You couldn’t believe it was happening but refused to stop him. He was so rough and commanding with it, but he was also gentle and quiet. It only made you crave him more as he pulled your pants all the way down and waited for you to kick them aside. 

Obeying, you tried to suppress your moans as you felt Gojo's hands trail down between your thighs. Hesitant at first, he beckoned you to spread your legs farther apart to give him access. 

And once you did, you felt his finger flick softly against your clit, through your panties, before slowly teasing against the hemline of your underwear and pulling them aside. A low hum of approval left his lips at the sight of your core. 

“Pretty girl,” Gojo whispered, beginning to rub your clit in slow, smooth circles, satisfied to know you didn't need a warm-up and that you wanted his touch just as severely. Feeling the dampness, he smirked before smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back just as harshly, one of your legs lifting to wrap around his waist, bringing his core closer to yours. He ground into you once before his fingers pushed your panties aside, then spreading your lips apart. 

The thought of him inside of you was enough to make you go crazy. 

As if hearing your thoughts, he teased you with excruciatingly slow and gentle strokes.” So wet for me already~” He hummed as you slacked against him, trying your best to be quiet.

 One of his fingers pushed inside of you. 

“G-Gojo…” you whimpered. 

“You know my name, princess,” he replied, shoving his finger deeper, curving it inside, and forcing you closer to him. 

“Satoru,” you pleaded, flush against his toned body, his hands violating you completely. All you could think to do was paw at his building length. It was bigger than you suspected. You gripped him, almost falling to your knees. You wanted him so bad; you wanted all of him. 

He inserted another finger, pumping them both out quickly, causing you to bite your lip. It felt so good, and you were so close already. It had been a long time since you’d been this intimate, been so ready to receive an orgasm. 

One hand was supporting your waist, while the other fucked you dumb, your shoulders pressed against the wall, utterly helpless to his advances. He had you right where he wanted you, about to get you to cum from his fingers alone before he was the one that fell to his knees. 

"H-hey!" You whined quietly in protest.

His tongue flickered out against your folds. You jolted with euphoria, staring down at the position you had put the most powerful sorcerer in. 

Mouth against your pussy, as if he had done it before. one hand slapping over your mouth to stifle a moan. The other hand dug into his hair as he worked you well. 

Sucking harshly, he finally moved both of his hands to cup your ass, forcing you harder against his mouth. 

His tongue pried into you, 

“Fuck,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah?” He grunted against your core, “You like that?” 

You nodded furiously as his tongue lapped against your clit, while his fingers pushed back inside, opening you wider, wanting to go deeper. He worked you well, worked your body until your thoughts were a mess, only focused on the rhythm of his fingers and tongue inside your most sensitive spot. 

It was the fastest you had ever orgasmed in your life. 

"Shit," Gojo groaned into your pussy, hands cupping your ass as he relished in your release. "Gonna have to clean you up, sweetheart." 

Hand curling into his snowy locks, you pushed his head back. "Y-your turn," you managed to choke out once the pulsing in your ears subsided. 

"My turn?" He cocked an amused eyebrow, standing back up to tower over you. It wasn't what he was expecting, after all, but the bulge in his pants refused to settle, and it was aching.  

You couldn't remember the last time you orgasmed like that and if you ever had. Of course, you refused to tell Gojo, knowing it would only stroke his ego. Instead, you would stroke something else as a thank you. 

The sinful part of you had taken over, and you were desperate to see what he had to offer. You could feel Gojo's eyes still lingering on your exposed figure as you lowered to your knees, lashes fluttering as you reached out to grasp his bulge, fingers playfully curling around the outline. 

"Can you be as quick as me?" You asked with a titillating undertone, reaching to unbutton his pants, wondering if he would have the strength to stop you. There was no obligation to please him this way, but you desired to. 

"Of course," Gojo inhaled erratically as you gripped the hem of his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers underneath. His cock bounced in front of you, fully erect at the glimpse of you alone. 

Your lips parted with surprise, feeling your core heat up at the sight of his entirety. His uniform hid his length well, and you suspected it was the main reason behind his overly confident attitude. 

"You're so big," you sighed deeply, glancing up at him with a sparkle in your eyes before pressing your lips against his tip. Gojo sucked in a breath as your tongue swirled around slowly, before moving to the side. Your hot tongue licked incredibly slow, from the tip to his base, 

And when you finally gained the courage to take his length in your mouth, Gojo threw his head back in a low-throated groan. 

You pulled off him torturously slow at first, cheeks already flushing, smirking to yourself because you knew he was struggling to not thrust his hips into your mouth. Gojo already found a tight grip in your hair, tugging it softly and trying to keep his strength at bay. 

In response, you hummed to let him know it was alright to handle you roughly, however he needed. You could sense he was holding back as he watched you, trying to be careful, in a trance as he watched his fantasy unfold. 

The prospect and anticipation of Gojo actually fucking your mouth turned you on so much that you formed a pace, sucking harder and faster, wanting nothing more than for him to cum inside your mouth. 

"That's it," he encouraged, his other hand scooping up the rest of your hair that threatened to get in the way. He was already so close but wanted to make this moment stretch just a minute longer, knowing the sight of you like this would be forever engrained in his memory. 

"Fuck Y/N,” He drawled quietly. It felt incredible; you were so enchanting that Gojo knew you had bewitched him. Losing his willpower, he went against your pace and began to rut into your mouth, causing you to whimper against his girth. You pawed at his thighs, one hand curling around his shaft while he was still deep in your throat. 

“So pretty on your knees for me,” he whispered, breathless. "Good girl." 

You nodded desperately, tears poking at your eyelids. Gojo was so big; he was an entire man, the one you dreamed of when you thought of love, the one you wished you had saved yourself for. Once you had all of him, you knew no other man would compare. 

A wave of euphoria washed over your entire body, and you realized you hadn’t been breathing in an attempt to stay quiet. Needing to take a breath, you popped your mouth off of him. 

“Almost there,” he gasped, letting you take the breath you were feigning for before entering your mouth again. “Taking me so well,” He groaned in a whisper as you sucked harder, tongue swirling against his tip again before he went deeper. 

His breathless moans motivated you to pleasure him further, and you let him have his way with you to reach his high. A minute passed as his gentle thrusts became sloppier, his fingers brushing through your hair and against your ears. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled, leaning into you, his seed shooting across your tongue and down your throat. You moaned against him, eyelids fluttering with satisfaction as you finally tasted him. Once you swallowed, you glanced up at him timidly. 

He cupped your chin, beckoning for you to look up at him. “Look at you~” he hummed, finger pulling against your lip. “You want me just as bad don’t you.” 

How pretty and admired you felt on your knees for him. If only you could view the look in his eyes. 

“So bad,” you practically whimpered from how he talked to you alone. You wanted his everything so bad but knew you could not stay silent. 

Your reply caused Gojo to bite his lip. Did you realize how beautiful you were, how just the sound of your sensual tone made him grow hard again. He could fuck you all day if you let him. Oh, how badly he wanted that permission. 

“Guys!” You heard Yuji’s voice echo from down the hall. “We’re gonna start the movie without you!” 

Both you and Gojo tensed, and he immediately fumbled for his pants and pulled them back up. 

Shakily, you stood up from your knees and wiped your mouth, trying not to laugh at his panicked movements. You quickly slid your leggings back on and combed through the snarl in your hair before turning to the door. 

“One more minute Yuji!” You called back, glancing at Gojo with a smirk as you did so. “We’re talking about something important!” 

He looked so smug, with his hand sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. The both of you wanted to do more, say more. 

Yuji mumbled a defeated “Okayyy,” that was barely audible from inside your bedroom. You stared at Gojo momentarily, wondering what to say, how to break the ice or acknowledge what just happened. 

But, Gojo only folded his arms and leaned against the wall where he had you pressed against only minutes before, looking as cocky as ever, probably still riding the high you granted him. 

“What?” You huffed. 

“Just wondering what I need to do.” 

“To?” 

“Have all of you.” 

You immediately blushed, your thoughts becoming a stuttering mess. Trying to think of something clever, all you could seem to conjure was the truth, the most compelling piece of him that he was starving you of.  

“I’ll need to see your eyes.” 

“Why?” He grinned, clearly amused by how adamant you were. 

You paused, tilting your head and accepting the dare, hand gripping the doorknob but waiting to turn it. “So I can look into them while you fuck me.” 

Pushing himself off the wall, Gojo took one step before reaching you and pulling you back into his arms. Then, he cupped your face again. “Don’t say things like that,” he murmured, “Gonna make me do it right now, I don't care.” 

“Satoru,” you chuckled, batting your eyelashes. “We can’t do that right now.” 

“Please?” He groaned but accepted his defeat. 

“We have a movie to watch!” You giggled, slapping his hands away in mock annoyance to finally open the door. 

“I’m gonna have to sit on the opposite side of the room.” He pouted. “Definitely can’t be next to you.” 

"You're insufferable," you replied with an eye roll, snatching his hand in yours and dragging him down the hallway. The sorcerer relented, chuckling as you did so. 

He leaned down over your shoulder. "So insufferable that you had to suck me off?" 

"Gojo!" You whisper-yelled, stopping in your tracks and trying to act menacing despite the flush in your cheeks. "Seriously?" 

"Seriouslyyy," he bantered.

"If you don't pipe down, I will turn around, go back into my bedroom and you will never get a kiss down there again," you threatened, knowing you wouldn't be able to hide your embarrassment if the students figured out or even suspected anything about what just unfolded in your bedroom. God, you were embarrassed already, struggling to even look at him fully. How were you going to focus on this movie anyway? 

"Fine, fine," Gojo sighed, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead before backing away. "You win. I'll sit all handsome on the other side of the room and pretend like I didn't give you the best—" He stopped himself, noticing the glare in your eyes and your crossed arms. There was a teasing undertone still, but he did not want to go overboard. You were clearly sheepish and just as confused as him, mind most likely swirling with hundreds of questions about what the hell was going on between the two of you. It was all Gojo could think about, and his default was to rile himself up more. But you weren't like that. 

"Sorry, we can talk about it later."

You could not pretend that the notion and his words didn't make you feel better. Truthfully, you enjoyed his teasing. You enjoyed the way he talked with you. But it wasn't the time. Things were moving fast, and you had other responsibilities. 

“Good,” you replied, giving him a satisfactory nod. 

"Now, let's watch the fuck out of that movie," Gojo chuckled. 

When you turned the corner and peeked into the room, Yuji smiled brightly at you. "Finally!"

"What took ya so long?" Nobara exasperated. 

"I had to finish up some paperwork from the apartment," you replied smoothly, taking the open seat beside your brother. "Boring, big sister activities." 

"She made me go back and grab her mail!" Gojo groaned, flopping like a child into the corner recliner. "Now, I'm zapped!"

The three students groaned in response to the dramatics. 

"Gojo Sensei isn't gonna make it twenty minutes in," Yuji sighed, shaking his head. 

"Has he ever finished a moive?" Megumi deadpanned. 

"He'll wake up in the last ten minutes and then ask what he missed." Nobara rolled her eyes, reaching across Yuji to hand you a bowl of popcorn. 

You couldn't help but snicker at their relentless complaints against their teacher. It was all in good fun, though, and everyone knew it. 

As Yuji clapped his hands and started the movie, raving about how amazing it would be based on online reviews, you glanced at Gojo and then around the room. A warm feeling settled in your heart. 

It felt like you had finally found a home. After being lost for so many years, feeling alone and misunderstood, harboring a secret that felt like a curse, relief was finally at your door. 

Whether they knew or suspected your internal torment, they helped you in ways you couldn't find the words to express. 

From that night onward, you brainstormed all the ways you could repay them in the future. 

[dongfuck]

wi-fi - l.dh

pairing: neighbour!haechan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings: masturbation, swearing, teasing, flirting, oral (m), fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, LOTS of make out, kitchen sex, rimming, cum play, slight ass play, anal, slight riding

wc: 5.0k

note: NOT PROOFREAD!! this was rushed i’m sorry 😭😭 also, did you catch my perfume and cardan reference?

“Ugh! What is wrong with the wifi?!” You grunted in displeasure as jumped out of bed unwillingly and marched toward your living room to check on the router. Kneeling by the small white table you’d set up for it, you scanned the object thoroughly before noticing the small red blinking lights that were supposed to be green. “So what am I supposed to do?” You asked yourself. It wasn’t the first time this’s occurred. In fact, there were multiple days where you spent relying on your 2G data because the stupid wifi wouldn’t work. Sighing, you leaned your body slightly to the front and turn off the plug for ten seconds before switching it on again. You waited and waited for what seemed like weeks until finally the led lights on the router were back to normal, green.

Releasing a sound of what you’d call relief, you plopped yourself onto the sofa next to it and continued playing games on your phone. That was, until the wifi was down again. The sound you let out when you saw the loading screen on your phone was almost animalistic, somewhat satanic even. But you decided you weren’t having any of this bullshit anymore so what you did was open the settings app, clicked on ‘Wi-Fi’, before looking for available internet connections. Though to your dismay, all of them needed a password. Groaning, you glanced at the list of connections and recognised them to be your neighbours’s. Some you knew quite well and some not so. Deciding to try your luck, you clicked on a connection labeled, ‘ichaez’ before typing in all you know about her for the password.

Chaewon had been your neighbour ever since you first moved in here and you’re proud to say that you know her quite well. So you were disappointed when all your passwords attempts to ‘borrow’ her wifi led you nowhere. Clicking your tongue, you scrolled lower and saw Mark’s internet connection with the label ‘mark me in your heart’. You almost gagged at the label but your annoyance toward your own wifi overpowered that. You tried everything. Everything. Or at least, everything you know about him, but still didn’t manage to get though. Third time’s the charm, you thought as you scrolled even lower until something finally catches your attention. It was the internet connection of the neighbour to your left. You guys barely talked, but when you do, he seems almost charming. Seductive, even. And don’t get me wrong, I mean it in the best way possible.

He was kind, but also entrancing. He’d throw you flirty smiles or winks or waves whenever you two would pass each other on your way out. You’d catch yourself having to stop dead in your tracks for half a second before returning the same gesture and walking off. Shaking your head rid of the thought of him, you shakily clicked on his connection labeled, ‘ldhs’ before typing in the few things you know about him. It took you multiple tries and you were almost at the brink of giving up until your final attempt turned out to be correct. It was the brand of his perfume. Dyptique Orphéon. You knew this because there was this one time where the two of you were having a conversation at one of the monthly resident meetings and his perfume at that moment was so strong it felt intoxicating. And the one thing that you noticed about this was the way it triggered something unpleasant in you. That’s a story for another time though.

“Yes!” You squealed when you finally managed to crack the password. “I hope he doesn’t notice.” He probably won’t. But if he does, he wouldn’t mind… Right?

It’s been nearly a week now since you’ve started using Donghyuck’s wifi connection and so far, everything’s going smoothly. Donghyuck hasn’t realised and you haven’t got a problem with the internet connection yet. Don’t get me wrong, you only use his when yours was acting up, which is almost all the time but we don’t talk about that. You just got home from work and you’re now walking up to the elevator as you looked through your phone. You’d received an email from your boss about the presentation you’re working on and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off the screen.

As you pressed the button to your floor half-heartedly, you didn’t notice the man that entered the elevator with you. Typing away on your phone, you heard a voice suddenly speak. “Y/n, right?” At the sound of your name, your gaze slowly lifted and made contact with the guy from across you. He was wearing a dark blue suit with his blazer slung across his forearm. You noticed the way his matching tie was loose, almost as if he had thrown a fit earlier. “Donghyuck?” You called back, with the same questioning tone. “It is you,” He smiled. “I haven’t seen you around in a while. How are things going?” The way he spoke sounded utterly genuine and kind that you couldn’t help but slowly melt into his gaze. With your own smile, you replied, “I mean, pretty fine I guess. Nothing’s changed that much.” You shrugged before your eyes drifted to the screen atop the automatic doors which displayed the floor you were currently in. Right now, you’re on level seven and you live on level fourteen so there’s still quite a long way to go.

“What floor are you again?”

With teasingly narrowed eyes, he looked at you oddly. “I live right next to you.” Donghyuck said. “Oh, right! That’s right…” You laughed awkwardly. Silence once again filled the space between you and you couldn’t help but wish the elevator would just go slightly faster. “Do you uh… Perhaps, wanna come over? To my place? Like later today? For dinner? Around eight maybe,” He gave you a hopeful look and you swore that you could feel the blood pumping in your veins. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s asking you over, instead, you think it’s the first time you might actually say yes. “I’ll come knocking on your door at a quarter past eight.” You smiled and almost as if on cue, the elevator dings and you’re heading straight to your door.

Sparing him one last glance, you watched as he further loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of his white button-up before unlocking the door to his apartment, not forgetting to throw you a teasing smile on his way in. Once the door was fully shut, you let out a loud exhale of a breath you didn’t realise you were holding before entering your own home. Placing your laptop bag on one of the couches, you plopped yourself next to it before letting your mind wander. It was Donghyuck again. Only this time, he's topless. He was looking at you with hungry eyes as he carefully made his way to you. You could see yourself being frightened by the mere size of him compared to yourself. Unconsciously, your fingers started to tug at your panties before the feeling of pure bliss took over your body.

As the vision of Hyuck began becoming even more real as seconds go by, you find your fingers pleasuring yourself even further. Your movements were rapid and sloppy but it did help get you high enough that you feel like your floating. Suddenly, as if there wasn't any other time, your fingers immediately stilled as you looked back at your actions. There was no way in hell you just masturbated to the thought of your (sexy) neighbour. And to think that you almost orgasmed too. You shook your head instinctively before making your way to your bedroom and shutting the door behind you loudly. Glancing at the digital clock on your vanity, you figured that you should at least take a nap before getting ready for Donghyuck's place. Your beige-coloured coat was thrown onto the chair to your desk before you were lounging yourself onto your bed. "I should probably set an alarm." And so you did just that. The alarm on your phone was set to seven in the evening and with that you drifted off to sleep.

You weren't sure how it happened but it was definitely not seven when you woke up. The shock that entered your body when you woke up at exactly eight can't even be explained. Instantly, you rushed out of bed as you stripped your clothes off one by one on your way to the bathroom. You wouldn't want to appear at his place smelling like an overused dumpster. The only thing on your mind as you were showering were how in the hell were you supposed to be there in time? I mean, of course it is a half second walk to his place but there was no way your going to get ready in fifteen minutes. The soap that was smeared around your body probably wasn't even spread evenly but that was the least of your worries. The shower took you about ten minutes at minimum before you were drying your hair with a towel. You had no time for the dryer today. Looking through your clothes took longer that you'd hoped but you finally ended up wearing a simple white tee with a pair of shorts. You contemplated on going for a more formal attire and casual one but you chose comfortability over beauty. Besides, you're just having dinner at his place right?

The time that was displayed on the clock was a quarter to nine but you refused to look at it. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time before letting out a breath and heading out the door. Though, the second you opened the door, you were face to face with the one and only Lee Donghyuck who had his right hand in the air, ready to knock on your door. Your gaze drifted to his choice of clothing for this evening and to your surprise, he was wearing the exact same thing you were, just with knee-length shorts. It seems that the realisation dawned upon the both of you at the same time when you suddenly broke into fit of laughter. "What are you doing here?" You questioned as you locked the door behind you and Donghyuck took a step back. "I got worried I guess... You weren't replying to my texts so I came over to check... Y'know, just in case.”

You couldn't help the smile that fought its way to your lips when you noticed his gaze looking everywhere but you. Deciding to change the topic, you said, "Dinner's still on?" to which he replied with a beaming, "Of course!". Exchanging genuine and shy smiles with each other, you nudged him on the shoulder playfully before walking towards his front door that was agape. "You do know its's dangerous leaving your front door wide open like this?" A left brow of yours was raised as you leaned against the frame. He seemed to be avoiding your statement when he answered with something totally irrelevant. "Do invite yourself in," Another smile. It's definitely one of the most charming smiles you've ever received. Doing exactly as he said, you walked in with awe visible on your face as you looked around his welcoming and tidy apartment. "Well aren't you neat?" You joked. "It's Donghyuck, what do you expect?" He walked past you to the dining table before filling your plates with dinner.

Taking a seat with your back to the door, you had to swallow a lump of saliva at the sight of the dish. "You made this?" You threw a glance at Donghyuck who was sitting by you. "Yeah. It's my mum's recipe. She taught me recently. Give it try." He gestured toward your plate and you gladly shoved a forkful of spaghetti into your awaiting mouth. It was as if the flavours were bursting into tiny fireworks in your mouth as you took your time savouring the taste of his cooking. "I'll have to tell you, you're an amazing cook." You nodded affirmatively as confirmation. "Dang, it's that good?" At that, you rolled your eyes teasingly and urged for him to try it himself. As he did, you watched as he had his eyes shut and head thrown back dramatically in ecstasy. You knew it was just him being his usual hubris self (not that you knew much about him) but you couldn't help but want to see more. Even more so when a soft moan left his pretty lips that you caught yourself biting on your own when you heard it.

As you were stuck in your own delusional mind, Donghyuck seemed to have caught up to your thoughts when he finished his dramatics. "There seems to be a whole lot on your mind now." He tilted his head with a teasing smirk playing on his lips. Snapping out of your trance, you looked at him with a puzzled look on your face. "What?" Your voice was small and confused. He looked like he was about to say something when you continued, "Why don't we just eat?" You stuffed your mouth full of food to avoid him from saying anything else, "Shit, this is amazing!" You nodded subconsciously. When you noticed his gaze was still on you, you swallowed your food whole before looking at him with hopeful eyes. "Please... Eat with me?" Suddenly, his amused laugh filled the room and you found yourself smiling silently as you watched him filling his mouth just like you did.

Dinner was finally over and your now sitting on his extremely comfortable nude-coloured sofa, chatting. "You can use my wifi if you'd like. I can enter the password for you." It was at that moment that you felt panic rush over you. You couldn't just tell him that you already have it and you've been using it for over a month now because you found out that his password was the name of of his favourite perfume. You just can't. But you told him anyway. 'Cause you're an idiot that is bad at lying. "Oh it's fine, I already have it." You laughed awkwardly before realisation dawned upon you. "Wait... What?" Donghyuck had this perplexed expression on his face and you almost felt guilty. Keyword, almost. You bit your lip gently and nodded slowly before looking toward the ground. ''Hold on... So you mean to tell me, that you know the password to my wifi? And I'm guessing you've been using it ever since?" His eyes were sharp, degrading even and all you wanted at that moment was for the ground to swallow you whole.

"Huh. So that's why my internet bills has been increasing a lot these days. How often do you even use the internet?" Standing up abruptly, you walked closer to him and stood slightly further from between his legs that were spread excessively wide. You noticed his eyebrows raising slightly as you took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just that my wifi has been acting up lately and it just so happens that I figured out your passwo-" He cut you off with a question of his own. "How would you know my password? Unless you've been smelling me, I'm you wouldn't've cracked it. Out of sudden you think you felt a wave of confidence crashing over you because your next words came out unconsciously. "Maybe I have been smelling you." Right then, he slowly got up from his seat before you were both eyeing each other up and down.

The mere size of him has you catching your breath but you knew better than to show any reaction. The both of you were so close to each other that you could smell his perfume with every inhale. And you’re not overreacting. His hand that was once by his side was now carefully making its way to you waist. “Have you now?” The way the words glided his tongue ever so smoothly makes you wanna take him right then and there but this is someone that you’ve barely talked to. And you don’t even know his favourite colour. The hand that began caressing your waist eventually started to tug you closer to him. “Hyuck…” You managed to let out a whisper at the feeling. “Hyuck?” A playful smile danced on his lips. Lifting your gaze you stared deeply into his eyes before tilting your head to the left slightly. “Is there a problem?” He scoffed at that. Probably out of amusement. “No, not at all. Call me whatever you want.”

“DongDongie?” You batted your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence. “Okay, maybe not that.” He was gripping your waist with both his hands now and you could feel him coming even closer than he already was. If that was even possible. That was it. You are not gonna sit still and look pretty. You’re coming for this guy. And just like that, your lips were all over him. Coating his cheeks, jawline, and neck with your kisses. The only feature missing was his lips. Those pink, fluffy lips. “Kiss me,” Donghyuck said between breaths. “And why should I?” You asked with a soft voice. “Please…” He rested his forehead to yours as your hips finally met. You could feel him through his confines and you swore you let out a tiny moan at the friction. So tiny that he could barely hear it. Without saying another word, you immediately attached your lips to his before moving in perfect synchronisation with each other.

Just as he was about to slide a tongue in, you pulled away. “Why..?” Donghyuck’s hands released your waist before it was cupping your cheeks gently. Softy caressing his forearm, you responded. “I just don’t feel like—”

“No,” He placed a wet kiss to your jaw before pulling back and continuing, “Kiss me again. Kiss me until I’m sick of it.” You couldn’t form words to respond to that so you simply ran your hand through his hair before connecting your lips once again. Donghyuck let out a groan few seconds after and the warmth it left on your lips has you wanting more. With your free hand, you reached down lower to his crotch as you once again ruffled through his hair. His hard-on felt almost like stone when you first palmed it. And at that moment, you wonder how hard he’d gotten and that if it really was because of you. You felt him spin you around before lowering you onto the couch slowly with your lips still attached.

Hurriedly, you released yourself from him and frantically pulled his white tee off his body, leaving him in his shorts. “What’s the rush? I’m not going anywhere.” Donghyuck laughed lowly. You didn’t answer him though. Instead, you placed butterfly kisses along his abdomen leading up to his happy trail. When you were right above the waistband of his shorts, you looked up at him with teasing eyes as you slowly pulled it down. “Fuck… You’re adorable.” Donghyuck caressed the top of your head lovingly before thrusting his hips into your hold desperately. “Please… Take these off too.” He gestured to his black boxers that seemed to be two sizes smaller. Giving him a small peck at the tip through his confines, you gently removed his boxers and left them pooled around his ankles.

The second they were off him, his hard cock immediately sprang out and managed hit the tip of your nose. You were surprised to say the least. You always knew he would be big but you didn’t expect him to be this big. There were a couple of his veins visible to you and you couldn’t fight the urge to give them a strong lick. A sigh could be heard from him as his head lolled back in bliss. But before you could enclose his dick with your mouth, he pulled your head back by your hair and looked at you with dark eyes. “It’s really not fair that you’re still fully clothed.” Donghyuck raised his brows suggestively. “Fine.” You answered simply. Taking a step further from you, Hyuck watched as you threw your shirt across the room and unbuttoned your shorts. “Happy?” He pretended to ponder a little before shaking his head side to side. “Not quite. You’re still clothed.” Gesturing to your bra and underwear, he smirked at you subtly as you flipped him off.

Complying, you unclipped your bra and removed your underwear before sitting back on the couch with your legs closed. You could feel the confidence draining out of you now that you’re completely naked in front of him. “That’s more like it.” Just as he said that his lips come crashing back onto yours, this time more aggressive and rough. His left hand that was once by your head was now stuffed between your legs, prying them open in a blink of an eye. The small gasp you let out when his fingers began rubbing your pussy up and down wasn’t loud enough to be heard throughout the apartment, but it was definitely loud enough to leave Donghyuck wanting more. Pulling away from your lips, he suckled on your right nipple as his digits teased your gaping hole. He was on his knees by now. The sight of his tongue flicking your nipple and his fingers playing with your clit has you almost reaching your high. But it was still so far away.

Finally after what seemed like hours of him just teasing you, he finally entered his fingers inside you in a smooth motion. The both of you moaned in sync at the feeling of your warmth engulfing him. Hyuck let his fingers sit there for a moment as he licked a striped down your pussy from your boobs before giving your clit a harsh suck. “Fuck! Hyuck!” Your hands found their way between his hair and you were now tugging and pulling at it roughly. It’s should’ve pained him but it seems to you that he’s enjoying it more than you were. His tongue moved in languid motions as his fingers finally found themselves to be working at a steady pace. Looking up from your heat, he watched you rolls your eyes to the back of your skull with your chest heaving up and down and your hand tugging him closer.

Your orgasm was reaching its peak and you couldn’t even register anything at the moment as your mind was filled with blurry visions and cloudy thoughts. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…” You chanted. “You close?” He said with a whispery voice and the vibration and warmth it left was the last thing you needed to once and for all let your high come crashing over you. A loud moan left your lips as you came in his mouth and on his fingers, hard. Once you’ve calmed down a little, you looked at Hyuck who was now towering over you with his fingers in his mouth, before saying, “I think I’m gonna cry.” It was starting to overwhelm you. With Donghyuck licking your release off his fingers and the sight of his increasingly hardening dick, you felt like crying.

He laughed again. Almost at you instead of because of you but you weren’t at your right mind at the moment to even think much of it. “Aww don’t cry, sweetie. Not until I tell you too.” His words had a different meaning to them but his expression was like sunshine. His beaming smile made you carve your own smile back before you threw your head back tiredly and sighed. You thought it was over. That you were just gonna bid your goodbyes and go home. But no. For him, you’re just getting started. It surprised you when you suddenly felt him lift you from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. “Hyuck? What are you—”

“I’ve always wanted to do this in here.” Said Donghyuck airily before he bent you over the kitchen island. His fingers drawing little circles on your back. “You look so pretty like this. With no way to escape from me.” His digits found your hole again before collecting your cum on his fingers and smearing them around your rim. The risk of him entering you there has your knees shaking from the thrill. “You like that? You want me there?” His face was right next to yours now and you just wanted to give him a big fat smooch but the only thing stopping you were his movements. “Answer me.” He tipped his fingers deeper inside you just before it reached where you wanted him to. “Yes, please… Please fuck me there.” Gripping the kitchen island harder, you jutted your hips out even more towards him just to feel his hard cock between your ass. You weren’t sure what you heard him mutter under his breath but it sounded a lot like, “Shit…”

He started to slowly move himself between the crook of your ass. His dick peaking out of the gap with each thrust. Donghyuck’s groans filled your ears as his movements began speeding up. Leaving small kisses to the top of your head, he nuzzled his face on your shoulder with small ragged breaths. “I need to fuck you.” He said in your ear, and before you got the chance to answer, he was already lubing up both his length and your rim. The stretch when he entered you was extremely painful and he wasn’t even halfway through yet. “Hyuck!” You laid yourself flat against the cold marble surface. as he slowly bottomed out inside you. You could see yourself almost passing out but his voice snapped you back to reality. “Can I move?” He asked softly with a rub to your ass. “Slowly.” You told him.

Doing just that, Donghyuck carefully pulled himself almost all the way out before thrusting. This went for a few seconds before the two of you couldn’t take it anymore and he was pounding into you ruthlessly. “Shit! Hyuck—” Your legs trembled and your hands were searching frantically for anything to grab on which ended up tugging on his locks once again. “Fuck baby— S-So tight…” His words were slurred but you heard him just fine. A few more thrusts and you were already approaching your orgasm. You figured Hyuck noticed this when he told you, “Just a little more, pretty.” with a dreamy tone. Nodding mindlessly against the kitchen island, you let your eyes close lightly as Hyuck continued pounding sloppily into you. You knew he was close so you wanted to wait for him. To release together.

“So close, so close…” He chanted from behind you and your eyes instantly flicked open when you felt extremely close to cumming. The kitchen that once smelled like vanilla and cake was now filled with the smell of sex and lewd sounds. “Cum with me, baby.” Said Donghyuck followed by strings of moans and groans. One last thrust was all it took for the both of your orgasms to come crashing down on you, leaving you breathless and tired. He emptied himself inside of you before pulling out and leaning against the kitchen island next to you. Your ass stung but the pain was washed away when you could the warm liquid trickling down your legs. Noticing this, Hyuck walked back to where he was before and kneeled between your legs to take a better look at his cum dripping from your lower hole.

It felt extremely long before he was collecting the liquid with tongue all the way up to your stinging rim and giving it a loving peck. Flipping you over, he gave you a long kiss on the lips, making you taste him between his lips. Moaning into the kiss, you unconsciously grabbed his dick and gave it a few teasing pumps before rubbing it between your folds. You had no clue as to why you were doing this but you just wanted to feel him inside you again. To feel him fill you up nicely just like before. The kiss didn’t stop there. Instead, it was even more heated than before. His tongue was reaching places in your mouth that you didn’t know were possible. Finally entering him inside you, you whined against his lips at the sensation. He filled you to the brim and so perfectly too.

Moving yourself up and down, you fucked yourself on him slowly and using your cum as lubrication. Having had enough, he lifted his thigh until you were sat on it before placing his hands on your hips and moving you himself. “You’re so big, Hyuck…” You pulled away from the kiss and let your head drop to his shoulder. His hold on you was painful and hard but you a whore for the pain. This time, your orgasm seemed to approach even more quickly and you figure that his is arriving too. “You’re gonna fucking empty my balls if we keep doing this.” He joked amusedly. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?—” And then it hit the two of you at the same time, mixing your cum together and leaving it dripping from where you’re connected.

Giving you a small peck on the lips, he attached his forehead to yours before the both of you laughed in sync. “Well someone’s gotta clean this mess, don’t you think?”

[j-l-kepler]

BG3 - How I Make Single Saves with Multiple Tavs on PC (No Mods Required)

Hey hey BG3 buds

So one day when I was very sick and a little bit delirious, I decided to try making a multiplayer save so I could play twins in BG3. I'm a twin who loves twin narratives, and my half-conscious state demanded I bend the laws of reality to see some authentic twin content for some reason. Little did I know my clunky little influenza-fueled experiment would completely change how I play the game, because I haven't made a fresh single-Tav save since...

I've got 2 different methods (one I use more since it just works for me).

Keep in mind I have a relatively beefy PC and I also own 2 Xbox controllers I got for like $27 on Amazon (not proud of that source). So if your PC is already struggling to run this game on the lowest graphics, and/or you don't have the money for 2 controllers you might not otherwise use, this might not be very helpful!

Also keep in mind I have only used these methods to get 2 Tavs/Origins in one playthrough. They can probably get more. I just haven't tested my abilities that far yet.

[TUTORIAL UNDER THE CUT]

METHOD 1 - THE TWO-WINDOW METHOD

I also call this the Two-Instance method. This is the method I started with months ago, and I've struggled to recreate it myself but I also haven't really tried that hard.

For this, all you need is BG3. It helps to have a secondary monitor, but it's not necessary. You might need Mod Manager, but you don't need Mods.

For clarity: I use the word "instance" to refer to the different BG3 windows you will have open.

Load your first instance of BG3 (I don't think you should close your launcher). Go to your settings and make it so it's a smaller window you can drag your mouse off of. This'll make it easy to see both of your instances at once and swap between them.

Load a second instance of BG3 (same thing, don't close that launcher right now). I believe I did this by directly loading the exe from my File Explorer or via the Mod Manager to bypass launching it via Steam. I think the way I did it was I went to Mod Manager, swapped my "profile" from my Steam to "Public" so it wouldn't try opening my Steam instance.

Go to Multiplayer on either instance and start a local closed multiplayer game. Get a multiplayer access code so only people with the code can join your game.

Enter that code in your other instance.

Go through the character creator and start the game on both instances like normal.

Once your Tavs/Durges/Origins have climbed out of their pods, save on your main instance of the game.

Once you've saved, have your second instance quit the game.

If all goes according to plan, your Tavs can now be controlled on one instance, and will follow each other like any other party member!

Fun fact, I didn't figure out the "disconnect your game" bit until I had already recruited Astarion, Gale and Shadowheart the first time I did this. I was playing the game by swapping back and forth every ten steps to keep the party together because I'm a genius.

Don't do that. Disconnect your other run as soon as your characters can be controlled. Good God. Don't be like me. It was so tedious.

You can probably use this method to get up to 4 Tavs in one playthrough if your PC can handle it.

METHOD 2 - THE CONTROLLER METHOD

This is the method I use the most because it's way easier. Like. WAY easier, both on my PC and on my braincells.

This method requires 2 compatible controllers for your PC. I use Xbox controllers because I'm more familiar with the configuration and I have 2 from my streaming days.

Connect both of your controllers to your PC/laptop at the same time.

Open BG3 (only 1 instance) and start a local multiplayer game.

Push A on the first controller to activate it if you didn't already (I always default to keyboard so I wait until I enter this screen to turn on the controller).

Turn on the second controller by pressing A. Accept that controller in-game, putting 2 players total in your multiplayer lobby.

Start the game. You'll now be in a split-screen where both views are visible.

Customize your characters and launch (I usually design the Tavs in a single-player ahead of time so I know what options to pick. In my case, if I take too long, it crashes my game so this is a time-saver. I think this is because of my mods).

Once your Tavs/Durges/Origins are out of their pods, SAVE your game and unplug BOTH controllers. If you only unplug one, it usually changes on of your avatars to keyboard control without going into single-player mode, so I always do both for good measure.

If all goes according to plan, you can now control both like they're companions/avatars! If you use controller, just plug your controller back in.

This method is way faster and way less convoluted, but it also requires the controllers to get it to work as far as my tests have gone.

If you have 4 controllers, you can probably get 4 Tavs in one playthrough.

SO WHY WOULD I WANT 2 AVATARS IN ONE SAVE?

THE UPSIDES

It can make for interesting roleplay opportunities! Having 2 characters that don't have a defined story can be a lot of fun as a player. I like familial relationships between Tavs (my Markolac Twins are my favorite example), but it's also a fun way to get a Durge and a Tav in one run.

Building off the previous point, you can explore more stories and character relationships in one run. You can do two romances in one run, have one Tav hate a certain character and the other really like them, etc - it's a cool way to experience the companions without having to make a fresh save every time you want to explore a certain avenue.

If your Tavs are the first two party slots, you get more chances to hear them react in-world to stuff as you walk around, which is really fun and makes your characters feel more alive.

THE DOWNSIDES

Unless you use the Party Limit Be Gone mod, that's now another slot in your party that cannot be used by a Companion, potentially limiting how many unique interactions you get. This method is compatible with the Party Limit Be Gone, so if you're okay with modding, it's a non-issue.

This is a me-problem, but I already spend like 2 hours every time I load playing dress-up with my Tav. If I have another Tav, that's another 2 hours. No wonder only 1 of my active saves has made it to Act 3.

STUFF YOU SHOULD KNOW

You can't have 2 Durges in one save. Pas possible. That's an Origin character. Tavs, you can have loads of.

If you have a Durge in your party, your Tav and even Hirelings will spout off the Durge walking around lines. It is extremely funny to me.

As far as my understanding goes, 4 Avatars is your cap even if you have Party Limit Be Gone. If you need more custom characters for your roleplay, get some mods and alter some hirelings. I can't attest to how STABLE that'll make your saves, so do that at your own risk.

LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO UPDATE THIS WITH VISUAL AIDS OR ANYTHING THAT'LL HELP CLEAR UP ANY CONFUSIONS YOU MIGHT BE HAVING. I made this in like 10 minutes before a meeting.

I hope this helps you 2-Tav peeps who just wanna walk around with their blorbos and their OCs in this cool cool game.

[the-roadtrip-system]

OH WAIT HEY YOU'RE INTO PRESSURE. What is Pressure? Who is Sebastian Solace? All I know is that he's a fish.

its a roblox horror game inspired by doors (another roblox game), iron lung, ultrakill (apparently?) and scp: containment breach!!

from a gameplay standpoint, its got a similar premise to spooky's jumpscare mansion. you go through a certian amount of rooms while trying to survive monsters! except instead of 1000 rooms, its only about 100-something.

from a lore standpoint this is where it gets fun. you are a prisoner, sentanced to death. a company called urbanshade shows up to the prison you're at, promising a chance at a new life. but its not easy. you're not expected to return from this expedition at all. you are expendable. nothing more.

you have to go into the hadal blacksite, a facility at the depths of the ocean, and retrive the crystal that powers the whole place. the blacksite is on lockdown due to the actions of Z-13, one of the experiments. everything previously contained is now loose, and the building is practically caving in on itself. if you survive and retrieve the crystal, your criminal record is wiped clean, and you are given financial compensation to start your life anew.

oh also your prisoner diving gear has a shotgun shell pointed directly at your neck at all times and it can be remotely set off killing you instantly. attempting to leave the blacksite or remove your diving gear will result in your head getting exploded. so thats fun!

also also, you know how the deeper you go in the ocean the higher the pressure (haha) gets? well in the lore, if you go even deeper, you enter whats called the let-vand zone. where the pressure restabilizes to a level that is safe for humans to swim in! the dramatic pressure change keeps everything in the let-vand zone in, and everything else out. urbanshade has special submarines that can go through in and out without it and its passengers imploding :)

sebastian solace, voiced by gianni matragrano, is your only friend in the blacksite. when you get to roughly door 50 (its been anywhere from 47 to 53 in my experience), you find him and his shop! (its his tail. the shop is his tail.) throughout the game you can collect usb drives, classified files, and dna viles, all adding up to a point score visible in the top right of the screen, and you can use these points to buy items for yourself! light sources, medkits, code breachers (basically a keycard for the keycard doors when you cant find the keycard), and batteries for whatever you already have! just dont let your guard down too much around him. he very easily can kill you if you mess with him too much (ie: flash him with the really bright flash beacon)

(also side note: theres so many light sources in this game. theres flashlights, lanterns, flash beacons, hand crank flashlights, blacklights and gummy flashlights, and you can find multiple of the same one in the same room its ridiculous.)

OH I ALMOST FORGOT every time you die to something you get shown the classified file that urbanshade has about it! but most of the words are redacted. the more times you die to something, the more gets revealed! (i have everything unlocked for all hazards atm except for one thing ive only ever gotten once and survived so idek what that ones called)

so yeah thats pressure :) i think its fun :) i have 99 deaths and 7 wins :)

(theres more about sebastians lore i want to say but thats technically spoilers so im putting it under the cut)

the experiment Z-13 that caused the lockdown and made everything go to shit? thats sebastian! he was falsely accused of murdering 9 people back in 2012 and was sentenced to the death penalty (electric chair specifically iirc) but he got swooped up by urbanshade instead. they made a fake report that he did die so legally he is deceased. in 2015, he was the first subject for an experiment to give humans gills to allow them to breath underwater, so they gave him a shit load of aquatic animal dna to basically see what worked and what didnt. (blue whale, something redacted, great white shark, sea snake, female anglerfish (since males are basically nothing more than a parasitic ballsack), silver spinyfin, and mantis shrimp) [you're wrong when you say he's a fish. he's several fish. /silly] the glaring physical aspects of the experiment were ironed out in future versions of testing. he faked the affects of anesthetic and killed a high ranking guard, took his keycard, and let as many things loose at he possibly could. the reason he wants the data you find around the place is because he's trying to get as much information on urbanshade as he can, to give to a rival corporation in hopes of getting out of the blacksite.

oh and fun fact! this game takes place in 2025. sebastian has been a mutant fish man stuck in a facility at the bottom of the ocean for around 10 years! :D

all of this is found in his file that you can buy in his shop for 1000 points :)

[perseephoneee]

rosy cheeks and scott mccall please. for ficmas

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 7 of ficmas!

a/n: AGHHH i'm sorry for the delay and because of that delay i feel like this is very lame :(( i'm very sorry to the people of the universe. i will now bury myself in a hole and cry.

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Located about an hour south of Mt. Shasta is your sleepy town of Beacon Hills, California. Beacon Hills was most known for the burgers on 9th Street, Christmas tree lights downtown, and the werewolf population. It was also a place that tended not to get very cold, just slightly chilly. It didn’t stop the residents from wishing they could enjoy the type of winter seen on their TV screens, with big fluffy snowflakes and subzero temperatures. So when it was announced that the lacrosse tournament would be held near Mt. Shasta with a surprise trip up the mountain for all winter activities, almost all the students signed up. 

You had signed up for the trip and the rest of your pack before you started avoiding Scott. Everyone in the pack could notice your tension, but no one said anything. Since Thanksgiving break, when you had almost kissed at Lydia’s party. You were interrupted by the usual werewolf drama. Now, there was something unspoken between you guys, and instead of addressing it (like adults), you have resorted to ignoring the problem until it eventually blows up in your faces.

Currently, you were standing with a duffel bag outside the bus waiting to load on. Climbing the stairs, you averted your eyes as you noticed Scott perk up at your entrance. The last thing you wanted to do was spend an hour on a bus with the guy you had an unestablished thing with. Quickly, you sat down next to Malia, who jumped at your sudden movement. 

“What’s up with you?” Malia asked, pulling out her earbuds. You shoved your bag under the seat and curled up into yourself, ignoring the question. “Hello?”

“Just sitting next to a friend,” you smiled. Unfurling, you grabbed your book out of your bag. Malia was still looking at you. 

“Is it because of Scott?” Malia inquired. You choked at the question. Malia rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows, I’m just the first to say anything.”

“Not surprising,” you mumbled, earning a jab from Malia’s elbow. “But yes, it might be about Scott.” Malia seemed to think about your answer, a pensive expression on her face. 

“Why don’t you talk to him?” Malia waited for your answer, but you couldn’t give one. Not when you were too cowardly to admit anything. So, instead, she just offered you one of her earbuds, and you graciously accepted it, listening to music for the rest of the ride. The drive to the mountain wasn’t too bad, and you spent most of it asleep with your head on Malia’s shoulder. She was aloof but recently had become a good friend to you. You recognized her struggle in adjusting to real life again, and she appreciated that she never felt the need to justify things to you. It’s how you knew she would be blunt about Scott but never pressured you too much. 

The lacrosse tournament happened at the beginning of the trip, so that whatever the outcome, the team could either celebrate or destress depending on the outcome. Coach Finstock wasn’t excited to deal with a bunch of teenagers for four days, but there were at least other teacher chaperones to help him. This was great for the students and Coach– neither had to deal exclusively with the other. You and Malia went to the closest cafe to get refreshments before the game. Malia had been on the journey of discovering if she liked coffee or tea, and so far, she hated all of it. She opted to get a Diet Coke while you treated yourself to a white mocha to stay awake for the game and the rest of the trip. When you finally left the cafe, you were happy that Lydia had saved you some seats. She refused ever to have a wrong view and scared off multiple sophomores. Lydia took a glance at Malia’s drink.

“Gave up on tea and coffee?”

“Why does it taste so bitter?” Malia grumbled, earning a smile from you and the redhead beside you. You saw Scott run onto the field, throwing on his helmet as he did so. Your eyes were glued to him, and you felt yourself wringing your hands anxiously as the game started. Fun fact: you had no clue how lacrosse worked, but based on the chants from the stands, you could surmise when things were going well. Scott appeared to score a goal, and you found yourself shooting up and hollering just as loudly as the rest of the Beacon Hills kids. Malia gave you a pointed look, which you happily ignored. Forgetting for a second that Scott had super-hearing, he turned to look up at you in the stands, and you felt your breath catch as he sent you a smile. Great, so he could hear you being a lunatic. He didn’t look at you for the rest of the game, but Beacon Hills won. 

There wasn’t much time to assemble on the field and congratulate the field, so everyone was sharing compliments back on the bus. Squeezing through the aisles, a hand grabbed you as you tried to walk by. You made eye contact with Scott and felt a claw grip your heart. 

“Hey,” he whispered meekly, as uncomfortable as you were. He looked at the hand holding you still and immediately let go. His instincts beat out his brain. 

“Nice game,” you smiled, running away before he could respond. You shoved in next to Malia again, who gave you an annoyed look. You silenced her before she could make any comment. 

Half an hour later, you ended up at the lodge where everyone would be staying. Forgetting your troubles, you happily glanced out the window at the beautiful brown lodge looming ahead of you. It was covered in snow, but faint lights twinkled from the archway. Everyone ran inside quickly, not wanting to be caught in the snowdrift. The inside was even more beautiful. It looked straight out of a storybook. Beautiful wood is finished, and multiple levels boast stone fireplaces and windows looking out at snowcapped trees. Coach gave out room keys to assigned pairs (you were stuck with some junior girl before Malia bullied her into changing assignments). Coach Finstock also lectured about not bothering him at any point, even if you were dying. Not even a good game could change his attitude on helping children. 

You got up to your room on the third floor with Malia and smiled at the log beds with red and white quilts. There was a view of a ski lift out of your window and an en suite bathroom with tiny bottles of shampoo and lotion. You dropped your bag by a bed and happily jumped on it, turning into a starfish as you sighed heavily. 

“You slept for most of the bus ride. How are you still tired?” Malia asked, catapulting onto her bed. 

“Sleeping in a vehicle is different from sleeping in your bed,” you mumbled, your voice muffled because of the sheets. You both sat silently, enjoying being on a warm bed. “Scott looked sad.”

“How would you know?” you inquire, rolling over so your face is unobstructed by the bed. 

“I saw him,” Malia picked up a loose thread on the quilt. “He looked sad. Probably because you’re ignoring him.”

“I am avoiding a potentially disastrous situation,” you argue.

“You’re being chicken,” Malia said, throwing a pillow at you when you made a noise in disagreement. “He likes you, or at least cares about what you think, and you’re avoiding him because of your fear.” You stayed silent, not denying her words. “I’m about to kick you out of this room to go and find him.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” Malia raised a brow, gesturing with her hands for you to leave. You grumbled about her being maybe right, something that she smiled at. She was right, and you resented it. You hid from Scott because admitting feelings was hard, and you liked him a lot. Leaving the room in a huff, you wandered the hall, harassing various students about where Scott was staying. Unsurprisingly, he was sharing a room with Stiles. Unfortunately, he was not in that room. After carefully investigating, you found him outside in one of the hot tubs. You paused on the threshold, holding your coat closer to yourself as you saw him lean his head back against the lip of the tub. Water droplets gathered on his chest, and his hair was flattened against his forehead. He looked gorgeous, and it frightened you how much you liked him. You found the strength to put one foot in front of the other, ending up in front of the hot tub and capturing the werewolf's attention. 

“I was told I could find you out here,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“You’re talking to me now?” Scott said, his voice sharp. 

“I’m…yes,” you stumbled, sitting down on the rim of the hot tub. It was a rough Norwegian wood that you ran your fingers over as you refused eye contact. 

“Y/N,” Scott sighed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” you turned to face him, hating the sad puppy eyes he seemed to have constantly. “I just…I’m not good at being emotionally available, and what almost happened between us was enough to make me the least communicative person in the universe.” 

“I wanted it to happen,” Scott whispered. “I missed talking to you.”

Your heart broke at his words. You always loved how kind Scott was how loyal and careful he was with people. You hated that you hurt his feelings. Without giving much of a second thought, you peeled off your jacket and shucked your jeans, standing in a t-shirt and underwear as you got into the hot water. Scott jumped back from surprise as the water splashed around. The warmth seeped through your bones, and you almost sighed as the cold left your body. Instead, you waded closer to Scott, close enough that you could grab his hand under the water. 

“I like you,” you admitted. “I…missed you too.” You leaned in, not letting your doubt stop you as you kissed Scott. It’s what you meant to do weeks ago, and now that it was happening, you didn’t regret it. Your hands ran up his chest to his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles under your hands. He kissed you back, gripping your hips and bringing you closer. You liked the slight growl he made when you tugged on his hair. You lifted your knees to straddle his lap, letting his chest press against yours. Scott let his lips trail down your jaw to your neck. 

“I’m glad you’re talking to me again,” Scott mumbled against your neck, nipping the skin there as you gasped. 

“I’m sorry for not talking to you,” you gasped, feeling Scott's hands tentatively under your wet shirt. You kissed the corner of his mouth, feeling his jaw underneath your lips. You could’ve lived the rest of your life in this moment, in Scott's arms with Scott’s lips. Except much like everything in Scott’s life, Stiles was always there. 

“Woah, finally,” Stiles laughed, appearing out of nowhere and scaring both of you. You fell to the side of the tub, still gripping Scott’s shoulders. Scott glared at Stiles. “I was waiting for you two to stop tip-toeing around each other.”

“Stiles,” Scott growled. 

“Aww, you guys have such cute, rosy cheeks. Is it from the hot water or the hot makeout?” Stiles teased. Scott carefully put you aside so he could run out of the tub and attempt to tackle Stiles. You couldn’t stop the laugh escaping your throat as you watched the two boys try to wrestle each other to the ground. At least, you could call one of those boys yours.

[rottenpumpkin13]

There are plenty of reasons to get back on Zack, of course. BUT with number of accidents caused by Genesis, ASZ + Lazard definitely need to plan something bigger to get back on him as well.

The Stolen Books Prank

[Lazard dials up Genesis' number from a throwaway phone. Sephiroth, Angeal and Zack are standing behind him. It rings five times before Genesis picks up]

Genesis: Hello?

Lazard: Good morning, am I speaking to Mr. Genesis Rhapsodos?

Genesis: This is he. Unless you're a crazy fan....in that case, this is Sephiroth speaking.

Lazard: I'm calling from the Midgar Police Department. The Shinra Electric Power Company put me through to you.

Genesis: That's.... not good.

Lazard: It isn't. I'm calling to inquire about a stolen lot of books. The Loveless bookstore in Sector eight was broken into last night—

Genesis: Oh no! That's awful!

Lazard: —And an entire lot of rare and expensive one-of-a-kind copies of the book Loveless were stolen.

Genesis: How dare they!? I was waiting for that shipment to come in!

Lazard: Well, Mr. Rhapsodos, the problem is multiple eye witnesses and anonymous tips are pointing you out as the suspect.

Genesis: WHAT? ME? AS IF! Do I really seem like the kind of man who would need to steal? I'm financially well off, mind you, and I wouldn't dare steal from a book store of all places. Let alone the Loveless bookstore in Sector eight!

[Knowing what's coming, Angeal slaps his hand over Zack's mouth. Sephiroth has to step away from Lazard so his laughter doesn't echo]

Lazard: We have you on video breaking into the establishment, loading up a truck with the stolen merchandise, then speeding off and breaking several traffic laws.

Genesis: WHAT? WHEN?

[Sephiroth starts laughing uncontrollably in the background]

Lazard: This was last night.

Genesis: THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! I WAS AT HOME LAST NIGHT.

Lazard: Were you with anyone who can vouche for you?

Genesis: Well....no? But I can prove it! I was writing last night, and the program I use shows you the time each paragraph was written. And I was up until at least 2 AM.

Lazard: What were you writing, Mr. Rhapsodos?

Genesis:

Lazard: Sir? Can you hear me?

Genesis: Do I have to admit to this?

Lazard: You're potentially facing some serious charges.

Genesis: Fine! Fine! I was writing Sephiroth reader-insert fanfiction!

[Angeal has to bolt out of the room before he laughs too loud. He drags Zack with him, who has since turned red]

Lazard: Oh? And you were up writing until 2 AM, correct?

Genesis: Yes.

Lazard: Unfortunately the crime happened at 3 in the morning. We'll be dispatching an officer to the Shinra building shortly. The higher-ups are aware that there is a warrant out for your arrest. I ask you that you do not try to run—

[Genesis hangs up abruptly]

Sephiroth: Did he hang up?

Lazard: I think so.

[Sephiroth's phone starts ringing. He looks at the caller ID and sees Genesis' name flash across the screen. He places a single finger against his lips, telling Lazard to be quiet as he picks up]

Sephiroth: Yes, Ge....

Sephiroth: Genesis. Genesis, slow down.

Sephiroth: Please stop crying.

Sephiroth: You can't move to France and change your name to Pierre, Genesis. That's evading an arrest and another crime on its own.

Sephiroth: Genesis, you can't desert SOLDIER, either. All of your solutions are crimes. Why don't you get a lawyer?

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: I hardly think the timestamps on your erotic fanfiction about my person are going to help you.

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: This is not the time to explain the plot of your writing to me, Genesis.

Sephiroth: Gen–

[Sephiroth covers the phone with one hand]

Sephiroth: He's just listing kinks, what do I do?

[He places the phone to his ear again]

Sephiroth: Genesis, I don't even know what barebacking means.

[Lazard loses it and doubles over cry-laughing]

[swlyf-24]

The Lost Will Never Be Found

Lando swung his hotel door open with a click as the door creaked. Gosh, they really need to fix it soon... The moment Lando lifted his gaze, he felt his head lighten and his shoulders droop from its tension. In all its glory, the one piece of furniture that he had been longing to see, the wonderful, comforting, soft, welcoming couch. He felt he could cry a river as he crashed onto the couch, discarding his shoes.

It was a long day for Lando. And as they say, 'It was all too much for Little Lando Norris.'

"I can't wait to sleep the whole day..." Lando mumbled out, resting his head on his fist.  Despite the comfort that he felt for that split second, he was disgusted in the next. There was a wet feeling on his knuckles and he knows it didn't come from him. Why would it? All he knew, it could be poison or an out-of-this-world concoction.

Or, or, it could be...

Nothing?

"The fuck...?" Lando murmered.  As soon as the feeling appeared the magical liquid seemed to disappear. Must've been his imagination, it has been a long day after all. He felt the exhaustion pulling at his eyelids and entire body. No. He can't sleep yet. That feeling of forgetting something important tugs at his heart, unable for him to move on without finding what it is.

Lando dug through his bag to find his phone. The artificial light shines onto his metallic bracelet and onto the wall, reflecting a light of an odd shape. He unlocked it with great ease as he shimmied out of his socks and into the awaiting blanket. While waiting for his phone to load properly, Lando switched the television on.

'Iced' ? Sounds exciting. It does, however, remind Lando of 'Frozen'... Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. At that moment in the face of exhaustion and curiosity, he felt like a beggar begging for mercy on his television.

Carlos

Good luck for today, you muppet. McLaren has been working some magic these days.

He's not wrong. Recently, McLaren has been racing on the track like a machine, faster than ever. Lando and Oscar have been soaring on the score boards, winning races after races. Maybe the voodoo dolls from Charles really did help to scare the bad luck away.

Lando's eyes feel sore, as if he had cried the whole ocean. Odd. He shuffled under the blanket; feeling like he was in a preheated oven. He switched his focus from Carlos' texts to the show that was on the screen. The soft noises with the dim lighting and the temperature, it was the perfect combination to put Lando to sleep.

As soon as Lando made himself comfortable with a pillow, he closed his eyes and began to slowly fall asleep. Lulling him to sleep, he felt a weight he never felt being lifted off his shoulders. It was not until a vibration from Lando's phone, did he begin to stir. Well, multiple vibrations.

It was an avalanche of messages, starting from WhatsApp to Instagram to X to... Everywhere. He felt immense fear coursing through him, through his blood. Like caffeine, it began to wake him up; more awake than he should've been.

Most of the messages are spanning from 'I'm sorry for your loss' to 'I'm always here for you'.

What is happening? Lando ignored the mass amount of messages and decided to call Oscar instead.

As Lando's phone rang, he felt a headache together along with hearing the sound of a ring. The headache soon passed but the ringing became constant.

After what felt like decades of rotting on the couch, waiting for Oscar's response, Oscar finally picked up.

'Hello? Lando?'

'Oscar,' he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 'Oscar, what is happening? I've been having messages from everywhere saying 'I'm sorry for your loss'.'

Silence filled both lines of the phone. Ghosts of what feels like fingers trace Lando's arm.

'So, you have not heard. Everyone's safe, don't fret. You'll be fine Lan, ignore them. Just...talk to me, will you?'

' Yes, but not right now. I just don't get it. Heard what? Was there something that happened on the paddock that I didn't see?' realization of his lack of caring about the possibilities began to hit him like a truck at full speed. Fuck, it was like standing on the track, getting hit by F1 cars over and over again.

' It's a huge prank, didn't Carlos say it to you already? Apparently, he got everyone to pull a huge prank on you and you didn't find out.' Oscar huffed out with a laugh. Lando could imagine the smile that is plastered against his face.

'Talk to me through your day, will you? Please?' Oscar said rather solemnly.

'Okay, yeah. I can do that.' Fear dissipated from his body. Lando's limbs became loose with the lack of tension—like a puppet with its strings cut off.

Lando began rambling about everything in his day— How someone had almost stolen his wallet, how well the car felt today, just everything.

Despite all the comfort that Oscar gave him, Lando couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasy building a nest in his heart—lingering. So as he talked, he began to scroll through social media hoping it could ease his mind.

'Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 driver for McLaren, has had a tragic accident.'

What? Tragic accident? What accident? But Oscar's still on the phone with Lando, isn't he?

'Oscar,'

'....'

'Oscar?'

Lando's breathing quickened as tears pricked his eyes like a thousand needles. His eyes read faster than ever, fingers scrolling faster than ever.

"Death, fatal accident, Oscar Piastri, collision." Lando breathed out, his lungs barely taking any breath in. No. He needed confirmation. Oscar wasn't dead. No, no he wasn't. It's just a prank like what Oscar said...right?

'Osc,'

But Oscar had beaten him to it.

'There's nothing I can do. You know I'm not real, Lan.'

Oh. Those words smashed a part of Lando that he didn't know existed. The weight of the truth that can defeat a thousand foes who have been living in lies. The same truth came for him, crushing him under a mountain, bounding his limbs; helpless. The truth heavy on his tongue, bile forming if he even dares to mutter the headlines again.

He felt his heart in his ears, he tasted the blood in his mouth, the sound in his mind.

'Can I stay on the phone with you, at least?' Lando asked hesitantly.

'Of course,' Oscar huffed out, each syllable seemed to be difficult for him to even mutter out. As if his lungs had been pierced and he's struggling to speak.

'I had a great race. I'm leading in the championship, you know? Ever since some people retired, I've been living the dream.' Oscar smiled.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

But before Lando could mutter out another sentence, there was a loud silencing sound. The call had ended. His blood ran cold as his now slippery fingers fumbled for Oscar's contact, trying to call him again.

The tears on his screen making it harder than it's supposed to. He rang Oscar's number. Lando heard the ringtone of Oscar's phone ring out from the bedroom. Eyes wide, he began to find out the truth for himself.

There it was. Oscar's phone on the bedside table, ringing all the while Lando called him. It all made sense.

The water Lando felt on his fist before, it was his doing. The soreness in his eyes, it was also his doing. The headache, from his crying. And the ringing... The ringing was from Oscar's phone all along. It wasn't in Lando's head that he imagined the sound, it was a phone receiving a call for an owner who will never answer.

Lando crumbled like a piece of paper thrown into the oblivion. A pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders, but it was just not Oscar's. No, it was Carlos'. "I'm sorry." Carlos muttered out. Lando heaved and sobbed until his arms began to ache and so did his legs. But no amount of crying would bring Oscar back.

In the hotel room, there will be a man longing for another who will never return. Longing for the lost time that they should have been spending.

handling grief:

Our story, my ending.

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Help Moffy replace her 10 year old computer! <3 (Commissions Open!)

I'm in the market for a new computer, what I have right now is a laptop, but I've love to have a desktop again for the option of a bigger screen to aid my poor eyesight. I've been saving pocket change and extra cash since January, and currently have about $300, but I really want a nice computer able to last at least another ten years.

My current computer is often slow, and even running Firefox alone can be a chore, much less photoshop. (And don't even get my started on PS, the amount of loading screens I see just for cropping my scans is outrageous---and it didn't used to do that) This computer worked well for a number of years and USED to be a beast, but I feel if I wait too much longer, it may just die on my unexpectedly. That's why I'd love some help saving for a new one! (It's actually already died once and been brought back to life lmao. that's a story)

I know this is technically a WANT and not a NEED, but in some ways I feel I do need it just to keep up with this blog and my art. I'm also starting a new business venture soon with my art, and have even joined some local art shows. I need easy access to photoshop for that. With all that said, I am humbly asking for some commissions/donations. I'm trying to get something that can handle multiple heavy duty programs at once, and while I don't have one picked out yet, I'd like to save at least $800 before I start seriously shopping.

I have commissions open year around, but rarely do I get any. On my ko-fi I offer up lots of services, from writing and editing with everything $8 and under. (example: I offer crappy ms paint doodles, drabbles, letters from Jonathan, edits, etc) I would really appreciate some commissions/shop downloads or if you feel so generously, a donation.

Ko-Fi: MistressOfFear

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CashApp: $CranesMistressOfFear

GOAL: $300 out of $800

PS: Don't feel obligated to help, only if you can do so yourself safely. I know this all may seem selfish, but kindness knows no bounds. Y'all helped me afford a new tablet when my old one died, so I am already extremely grateful. The batman rogues fandom has been so sweet to me over the years, and for that I feel loved and in need or saying: thank you <3