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anundyingfidelity · 2 months

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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part I)

Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 1,536.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Notes: As soon as I saw him my feminism left my body immediately and my inner voice agreed that I'd let him take away my human rights with no question. He's an absolute idiot, would sleep with him 100%.

Heads up as English is not my native language sooo, yeah you know what follows. Lord pls give me inspo to finish this fic, amen.

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Part I: For The Common Good

Two months.

Two months ago Grace Mallory decided to put the former greatest supe into sleep. Somehow, you managed to get in her head, explaining your new project to her and finding a new use for Soldier Boy, who had enough rest for 40 years.

You knew what happened at the Seven Tower, how Soldier Boy and Butcher's team ended up there to finally kill Homelander. Grace tried doing some shit against Vought before, but she never managed to win. It wasn't different this time. What was better then, that to develop a cure for supes like you, who didn't ask for it? People who never used their powers in public, nor seeked fame and money.

As a doctor in Chemistry, you were developing a cure for Compound V with a secret team. Suitable for you, you were in the same CIA tower Colonel Mallory decided to encapsulate Soldier Boy to, initially, spend the rest of his days in. You had luck Grace gave green light to the project, even though your team was already working on it without her approval anyway. But it was so much better if she found out properly.

Making your way to the super secured wing where Soldier Boy was held out of his sleep, you gripped the folder in your hands. You were scanned thoroughly before going inside a cold space, where two different crystal windows and metal doors separated the place. The armed guard guided you to the first room to check first through the window. You sighed, seeing a man sitting down, hands cuffed to a harsh steel table, gaze lost. It was him.

"The keys," you requested the guard by your side.

"Doctor-"

"I said, keys. He doesn't need to be cuffed."

He complied to your order, clearly annoyed but with a straight face and you walked to the closed door.

"If something happens, I can take care of myself. Don't let anyone inside understand?" you said.

He gave a nod. With that, he let you inside the room, the doors closing behind your back.

The prisoner observed you carefully as soon as you entered. His gaze was tired, but he seemed ready to attack, and it was completely hard to ignore his rough stare on you as you made your way to your seat in front of him. Soldier Boy observed you, placing the folder on the surface, and you held his gaze, not flinching for a second. Until you decided to talk first.

"I am glad you're awake. My name is Y/N, I am a doctor at the facility. Just wanna know how you're doing today," you spoke in a calm and soft way, so he could see you were not a threat.

He saw you roaming through the pages of the file, which he recognized as a copy of his file, and you took a pen from your lab coat to make some anotations.

"Not a smart move to let a fucking doctor here," he said with a deep voice, lips forming a straight line. "What do you want?"

"I want to help you."

"Cut the bullshit."

"I want to talk. If you let me, I will uncuff you so we can have a chat, like civilized people. Just don't try to escape, you won't go too far."

He raised an eyebrow as you reached his wrists and carefully, you set him free from the metal grip.

"I know what happened with Butcher and his boys," you said, confident that he would not try anything else. "About Homelander and your relationship with him."

"What the fuck do you know?" Soldier Boy tensed visibly hearing the name of the bastard. Still, he remained on his seat. "Want some info? You can lick Grace's pussy for that."

"She is, actually, the one who approved me to be here right now," you answered, brushing off his vocabulary. You used to deal with assholes like him all the time.

He scoffed. "Why?"

"Ben," you called his real name softly. "You've been sleeping for four decades. You deserve a second chance, I am offering you that. In some sort of way."

"I'm not going to be part of that freakshow-"

"This has nothing to do with Vought," you cut his words, his tone rising and you knew perfectly why. "You just need to be here in the facility, awake, in a dignified place we will give you so you can learn everything you missed. We can give you therapy, a comfy room, anything you want that's legal, of course..."

His jaw clenched, feeling you would ask for something more. "In exchange of what?"

"I know it's hard, unfortunately you won't be able to get out, but you don't deserve to sleep forever again," you sighed. "I will pay you visits and follow your improvements because you're human, after all. That's all I ask from you," you gave him a smile for the first time.

For a few moments, he said nothing, as if making up his mind about it. "Alright, anything but coming back to that shit hole. I need reefer though."

"Lucky you, that's legal now. We can certainly make it happen."

He looked around the room as you let him go inside first. Not the fanciest, not the shittiest. It had the basics: a bed, a sofa, a TV, a closet, a bookshelf with different books, magazines and newspapers he wasn't sure would read any time, a separate door for a bathroom, enough privacy, and no windows though. It wasn't really a cell, but he did look and felt somehow like a hostage. Just a little less if he could say.

"This is what we have for now, I am all ears if you request something else to have in here," you began as he paced around and tested the bed, sitting down on the mattress.

Ben still wasn't convinced on why you offered this to him. Sceptic, he gave a good look at you, roaming his eyes at your standing figure in a fucking lab coat. Christ, he hated those. Too pretty for a doctor, but too dumb to be locked with a supe like him. He was so tired that he didn't try and hit on you like he normally would with any walking pussy that appeared in plain sight. He was too exhausted to even give a shit.

"Lemme think about it, doctor."

"Of course, take your time," you replied as he walked toward the bookshelf, scanning through the titles there were. He recognized only half of them.

"So, I will be imprisoned here instead of a fucking eggshell," Ben said, turning around to meet you. "Charming," he smirked, dragging the words out of his mouth. "Doing charity."

He watched your face drop as you shook your head. "It's not like that-"

"Then why keep me awake?" Ben insisted as he gave steps to get close to you. "I can't die, it's much easier to force my sleep in a capsule your boss made specially for me."

He stopped mere inches in front of you, your eyes never turned away from him. He thought you were fucking brave just by keeping his dark gaze.

"Ben, I told you I will be watching your progress. You can grow from all of this with our help-"

"What kind of doctor are you?"

"A psychiatrist. That's why I'm here."

Ben scoffed with a grin showing on his lips. He didn't believe in that kind of shit, but oh, well. What was he gonna do about it? He was tired of sleeping, Mallory captured him, and you were here, giving him a shelter for no cost, but his freedom. In his mind, that was temporary of course. With time, a plan would come. Right now, he just needed to keep up with the fucked up things of the modern world.

"I guess you would come and babysit me then," he said, going back to take a sit on the bed.

"Wouldn't use 'babysit you' but I will come to see you, that's for sure."

He nodded. Silence was his answer, so you continued.

"Just general rules. Our people will bring you three meals a day, if you're missing something that you need then just push the button by the door, there will be guards outside to assist you on that. Also, there are clothes your size on the closet and personal products so you can change and take a shower," he stayed silent again, just taking in your words. "If you don't need anything then I leave you to get comfortable," you said, about to leave.

"Wait. I do need something," he hesitated for a moment, but he continued anyway. "Don't use those lab coats when you come in."

Your eyes widened, he quickly realised you already knew why he was requesting that when you started to take off the coat, revealing your formal attire. You wrapped the coat on your arm and cleaned your throat.

"I totally understand, I will keep that in mind when I come tomorrow. And I will ask for your reefer too."

You flashed a final polite smile and left him to get settled. Ben breathed out. Fuck, he really needed a shower.

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 10 months

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Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly.

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school.

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation.

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training.

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face.

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her.

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet.

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least.

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen.

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers.

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again.

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her.

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you.

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.”

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit.

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.”

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!”

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends.

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you.

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared.

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm.

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door.

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks.

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are.

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh.

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know.

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober.

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you.

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.”

“Right, sounds good.”

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side.

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway.

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies.

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist.

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door.

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door.

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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drowned and dreamt

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader warning(s)- angst, substances, suggestive content. a/n- this is a really devasting chapter, and there's no interaction between sirius and reader in this one. but for the sake of his character in the story, i feel this is relevant.

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sirius walked into a muggle toy store, looking for stuff that his godson-who he had never met, might like. what would a boy of 6 like, he wondered. in his mind, he was reminded of 20 year old sirius black when he'd had held the soft, warm bundle of joy within his arms for the first time, already making up plans in his mind to spoil him rotten.

he'd almost lost it when james had asked him to be his godfather. he'd been shaking from holding back tears of joy. he remembered harry's first birthday. he'd went all out, ordered a big chocolate cake from the finest bakery, bought about twenty pairs of outfits, and a toy broom. with the war tossing and turning into its darkest paths, he supposed it would cheer the confined little soul.

little did he know the moment he'd dreamt for so long, would be drowned with a span of a few months.

so, he stared at the colorful collection of toys neatly arranged on rows, wondering what he could buy. he didn't want to send in any toys which induced magic, he supposed petunia wouldn't like it. he couldn't imagine how she treated him, but by sending anything petunia would be prejudiced about, he didn't want to worsen it.

so, he picked up a toy car, which was shaped like a little beetle, a little lion stuff toy, a few coloring books, a set of crayons and water paints, and the best quality brushes. his pockets full of money, he wanted to spent all he had for him, to make his godson happy.

to see harry happy would be having the world in his hands.

the elderly woman at the counter smiled, wrapping up the things into a shiny paper and sliding it into a colorful bag with animated drawings of little animals. somehow, sirius felt his heart hurt. somewhere, in his mind he was reminded of his childhood.

was he trying to give harry the life he never had? was he trying to live his childhood through him?

with soft steps, sirius found way to james potter's grave. the night had fallen, the dark sky reflecting the shine of the stars high and bright. somewhere, he imagined james watching sirius from up there, floating towards him and wiping off the hot tears staining his face.

he sat beside the tombstone.

'are you cold in there james? i s'ppose so. but i think you'll be quiet warm, prongs. weren't you such a ray of sunshine?' he pauses, as if waiting for a reply. he stares at the name engraved on the stone. somewhere, he felt a part of himself drown. but he let it drown, shy of the spark of life. he adored the feeling, which wrapped its hands around his neck. he breathes slowly,

'you were a ray of sunshine to me prongs, when i was drowned in the rain. you took me in, provided the warmth that my own mother couldn't. all of you provided me the warmth i needed. you, lily, remus, harry. speaking of which, i bought him a few presents for his sixth birthday, you remember don't you?' he pauses again, the lump in his throat tightening. he whispers slowly, letting the tears consume him into a little ball, cutting off the air,

'your life was so short, but you got so many blessings, prongs. we were so young, and there was so much we couldn't do. there was so much you couldn't do. so much, like raising harry. i know you'd be a great dad, just like papa.' the tears fall, and his heart bleeds. he finds the vile cruelty of life capturing him into an endless loop of imprisonment.

'i miss you, prongs.'

the whiskey is neat, harsh and bitter as it flows down his throat. it burns, the taste unfamiliar on his tongue. the keys of the new apartment prick into his skin, so, he adjusts his pants, while sliding down another bill for a new glass. his heart was beating fast.

lily potter knew alcohol.

and sirius knew he wanted to be drunk. so that is why he was shrouded in a corner of the muggle pub he'd found down the street. it was a small pub, not too bright, perfect for sketchy things that went down the history of crimes. the pub had seen it all too- from drug dealing to murder.

the floor was sticky, and the air reeked of beer, sweat and thick british accents from the throats of old men with wobbly chins whose life's purpose was to stare at young girls to creep them out. within the loud music their obnoxious laughter and comments reached sirius' ears.

slowly as the alcohol reached into his system, he felt the warmth of the blood rush into his face. he felt his heart drown and mind dense with the fifth glass that went down his throat. along with the alcohol, went down his senses as he attached his lips to a girl and took her home.

in a haze, he stripped apart her clothes, feeling her body. he buried his nose into her neck, biting, kissing, licking and touching every bit of her bare skin. she got rid of his pants, pumping him into erection.

he'd not felt this touch, hot and alive for so long. he wondered if he would crumble under his touch. but as a teenager, he remembered sex being his coping mechanism. it was when he was high upon hormones he couldn't control.

but now that he pushed himself into her, the warmth of her body trying to defrost the coldness within him, he felt himself crumble. hot and slow, he thrusted, trying to warm the cold, poisonous blood that drowned his heart.

but his mind was suddenly running, when in a faint flashback, he was reminded of your smile. he felt the his heart drowning into a pool of guilt. yet, the pleasure of the sound of your laughter echoed, and he felt his sky fall, crumble and shatter till there was no more serenity left, till he succumbed into pure madness.

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 8 months

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[19:57]

Tags and warnings: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, not very relevant but, this is a non-idol au, elements of perv! Hyunjin, mentions of unconsensual voyeurism and photography, Dom! Reader, more subby! Hyunjin, foot fetish, foot grinding/mild cock stepping, dirty talk, degradation (m. receiving), stocking kink if you squint and mentioned oral sex.

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Overtime is, easily, the bane of your existence. However, you need the money. There's a new apartment you've been eyeing for months now and, as much as you wish it would, you know the money isn't going to materialise in your lap out of thin air.

So, here you are.

Your eyes already burning with fatigue while you stare at your computer screen. Willing your brain to care about the numbers spread in front of you. The office is mostly dead. Everyone else opting to clock out hours ago, leaving you and the new hire to slave away at your respective desks. The joys of capitalism.

Speaking of which, Hyunjin remains steadfast in his concentration beside you. The sounds of him clicking away at his keyboard combined with the faint hums of the machinery on the floor all that keeps you company. You don't know how he remains so focused when you find your mind slipping away every few minutes. God, maybe you should just go home for the night. Your brain is turning to liquid in your skull.

"I'm going to take a little break. Maybe get some food. Would you like anything?" His question startles you enough that you nearly knock over your water bottle. Frankly, you're surprised he's spoken to you at all. In the weeks he's been here, Hyunjin tends to keep to himself for the most part. Not because he's reserved or has some sort of superiority complex, you've come to learn, it's more so because he's shy. Only piping up from time to time and, he seems to be the most comfortable around you.

His offer is sweet but, "No, thank you. I have some snacks in my bag and I have my water for now. Thank you though, Hyunjin," you respond with a small smile. The flush that rises to his cheeks is surprising but, he nods and scurries off before you can think about it too much.

Now, you're totally alone. The excel sheet your only companion.

You're close to finishing up this one anyway, luckily. A few final checks and you're free to work on the next one. Stretching your arms over your head, you cringe at the knots that have made themselves at home in the base of your neck. You can hear Minho's voice filtering through your brain clear as day. Nagging you to take better care of yourself.

Shoving thoughts of your fussy best friend aside, you can't help but, sneak a glance at Hyunjin's desk. Typically you'd be more than happy to wait for him to return so, you can compare sheets to ensure you're both on the right track. However, you're tired. And you want nothing more than to take a scorching shower and crawl into your sheets. So, you opt to be a little more proactive. Rolling your chair over to his desk until his screen is within your view. Some of his numbers are a little off but, they're mostly fine. He's picked up on the ropes pretty quickly. It's impressive, to say the least. However, a folder catches your eye before you can return to your desk.

It's simple. Titled 'Favourites' and nothing else but, there is something almost siren-esque that calls you to it. You know this isn't right. Yes, it's his work computer but, it's still his computer and he's entitled to some level of privacy on it. Minho has always said you're too nosy for your own good. It could be filled with his favourite tools to use for all you know.

The folder is not filled with tools. Not even a little bit.

You're stunned to see what appears to be hundreds of pictures. Pictures you're pretty damn certain are of you. Tonnes of pictures focused on your legs, your breasts straining against your button-up shirts at times and your heels. You're not even sure what to think, let alone feel. Your lips parted in shock while you scroll and scroll and scroll. When had taken all of this? How did you never notice? Why are they on his fucking work computer?

"Hey, I'm back. The line was a little longer than-" Hyunjin's words stop as soon as he sees you sitting at his desk. His brain taking a few very long moments to process your new position as well as what's filling his screen.

It's impressive how red he becomes within seconds. Looking for all the world that he'd much rather the Earth open up and swallow him whole than continue this tense interaction with you. Long fingers clutching his sandwich and coffee as a lifeline.

"I ca-can explain. I wasn't- this isn't- I'm-"

If someone had told you even a few hours ago that you'd be propped up on Hyunjin's desk with his bare cock pressed against your stocking clad feet, you would have thought they'd utterly lost their grasp on reality.

And yet, here you are.

Your panties cling to you in a way that is quickly growing uncomfortable but, that doesn't matter right now. Hyunjin's hair sticks to his already sweaty forehead. Previously neatly styled, dark locks now a mess while he pants with every jerk of his hips against the soles of your feet. Not meeting your eyes. His pretty cock bordering on painfully hard and copious amounts of pre-cum dribbling out of it. Every whine and moan hits you like a tidal wave. Everything about him just has to be so gorgeous, doesn't it?

"Jinnie," you drawl, adding pressure to your feet and smirking just the slightest bit when he chokes out a grasp at the sensation. Purposefully dragging your feet along his length and using your toes to toy with the sensitive underside of his head.

"I can-can't- please- " he gasps out, doubling over in his chair while his cock jerks dangerously against the pads of your feet but, you haven't had your fun yet.

"Are you already going to cum, Jinnie?" You ask with a faux pout and tilt of your head, adding even more pressure until the heat from his cock is searing your skin through the barrier of your stockings. "Gonna cum just from me using my feet to play with you? Isn't that a little pathetic?" The saccharine quality of your voice sends a shudder from the top of his head straight to his throbbing cock, more slick staining your beautiful stockings.

"Not-not gonna c-cum," he huffs out with a spark of determination in his voice despite the pitiful state he's in right now. As though you can't feel how hard he twitches when you begin to drag your feet along his length once more. As though the way he hunches over when you press and press and press isn't so blatantly obvious. Barely contained moans ringing out through the empty floor.

"Really?" You ask, biting your lip to hide the smile that threatens to split your face in half when you use your toes to stroke his tip, "Because I think your cock says otherwise. Are you really going to cum just from this? What a little pervert you are, Jinnie."

You don't fail to notice the way he whimpers when your mouth coils around the word 'pervert.' Oh. Looks like there's even more to your little coworker than meets the eye.

"Oh wow, not only are you a little freak who takes pictures of my feet to jerk off to but, you like when I'm mean to you too? You're more of a masochist than I thought," His face must be burning based on the flush you can see moving below his neckline. Cute. He doesn't respond verbally but, the way his hips jerk into your feet tells you all you need to know.

"You're such a disgusting pervert. I wonder how many times you snuck off during your breaks to touch yourself to the thought of me. Well, how is it, slut? Better than you imagined?" You enquire, the rush of having him crumble underneath you making you a little bit lightheaded. When he still doesn't answer you, this time, you choose to stop.

The way his head whips to meet you would be comical if he wasn't still incredibly hard underneath you and his teary eyes didn't cause your heart to rise to your throat.

"Pl-please, don't stop," he whines, lifting his hips up from his seat to desperately grind against your feet. The sight significantly worsens the state of your likely ruined panties. "This i-is better. So muc-much better. Yes, I'd sneak away to touch myself to y-you. Ah. I couldn't h-help it. You're so bea-beautiful and you're always fuck so nice to me," he rushes out and god, how could you not touch him after that?

"Something tells me you don't only like it when I'm nice to you," you muse before increasing the speed from earlier. Your blood roaring in your veins watching him start to crumble underneath every stroke of your feet, every bit of weight you press further and further onto him. "You like being a little, sick, perverse slut huh. My little perverse slut. Did you want me to see you? Find you cumming in your pants to fantasies of humping my feet like the pathetic, little loser you are?"

Much to your surprise, that's all it takes for Hyunjin to totally shatter. Your eyes widen and your heart thunders in your chest when broken moans fall from his plump lips. His eyes squeezing shut while his cock throbs against the bottoms of your feet, soiling them in rope after rope of his sticky cum. Gathering your bearings, you help him through it. Lightly dragging your messy soles against his cock until it has nothing more to give. His body jerks violently in overstimulation until you eventually stop, pulling away from him to let the man return to his body.

The sensation of his cum on your feet is a little odd but, it's worth it. He looks so beautifully fucked out slumped in his chair. Unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling while his chest heaves with exertion. Sweat dripping from his cut jaw while his softened, slick cock rests against his work pants. You hope you'll remember the vision he provides for the rest of your life. Your clit throbs just from drinking him in.

Well, you don't see why you can't journey further down this rabbit hole. He came on your feet minutes ago. You're pretty certain the two of you have thoroughly stomped over any sense of propriety.

Fuck it.

"Hyunjin," you call, and you walls clench harshly when he turns his glazed over eyes your way. He's horribly unsubtle, and you don't miss the way his eyes linger on your chest before drifting to your spread thighs. You try not to smile too hard when he swallows. Loudly.

He's just so easy.

"Don't you want to take care of me too?" You ask with a pout, spreading your thighs further and tugging your pencil skirt higher until it bunches up at your waist. You're beyond wet. You've soaked through your stockings and you're sure he can tell.

"I'm so wet," you moan, dragging your fingers along your slit. A breathy gasp leaving your lips when you brush your clit, your eyes fluttering at barest hint of sensation.

The sounds of him rising from his chair and shuffling onto his knees forces your gaze to him. Heat simmering in the pit of your gut when you watch him shuffle closer to you until you can feel his laboured breaths hitting your skin. Large hands tentatively resting on your thighs as he makes himself more at home between your legs.

You don't think you've ever been wetter in your life than in this moment. His big, brown eyes glancing up at you while he presses light kisses to you over your stockings. Prompting soft mewls from you and your hips to unintentionally jolt against his mouth.

Maybe overtime isn't so bad after all.

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#hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin x reader smut #hyunjin x reader smut #stray kids x reader smut

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eroslove88 · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1: "我爱你" (Modern AU)

Pairing: Yan. Xiao x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language barrier, knife (just to cut clothes), power play???, he takes pretty pictures, noncon (fingering implied) and some ass Chinese (please y'all I'm in my first year, don't be afraid to correct me.)

Note: Y'all idk what happened. I just got the random urge to start writing for Xiao- maybe I'll write for the next days. (It's probably because of my language class)

It was time to pick your courses and for some reason you decided to learn Chinese. That was 2 months ago back when you still lived in Mondstat. The only reason you even came to Liyue was because your professor thought it'd be a good learning experience for your class.

It was difficult to get the money you needed and your parents were no help considering they always wanted to keep you sheltered because "People can be dangerous". They didn't even want you to go to college in the first place, but here you we're being "rebellious" and broke.

Luckily your luck can through and you were able to go!

It was only your first year learning Chinese, so when you got there you barely knew anything. It's also unfortunate that you never developed social skills, then maybe somebody would have realized that you weren't with them on the way back.

"干嘛呢?" You recognized the voice but not the words, you couldn't respond. Instead you froze on the edge of the bed. Your class taught you about Adepti and how they kept Liyue safe- Especially, Xiao. But being here wasn't keeping you safe. A part of you wish you could understand him but the other part was to scared to. "你哭了一整天嗎?" what a shitty class, wouldn't they have at least taught you something that could help you out right now?

Your eyes are red and your face has wet streaks running all the way down to your chin. He's quiet so there wasn't much more to say. You back up a bit as he sits down opposite from you. You're thinking now, what can I say- something I learned has to help me right now. You're so frustrated you feel your eyes burning again.

You don't want to look at him anymore, you don't want to hear him and you don't want to be here- you want to lock yourself in your parents house like they used to always want. "别哭, 你-”

"Please! I don't know what you're saying" you finally say, "I don't even know a quarter of what you've said- I wanna go home and I don't want to be here, please" He already knew that, he already knew that you hadn't even finished your first year yet. "我知道。" You didn't need to know that though, all you needed to do was look pretty and be quiet for him.

He grabs your hips and looms over your splayed out body, "保持不動。(Stay still)." You try resisting but you're stopped by the gleam steel cutting your shirt. "我說了什麼? (What did I say)?" Your eyes widen as the blade cuts open your bra. "美麗的 (beautiful)" he mutters watching you sob as you allow him violate your body. Seeing areas nobody else was- and will never see.

He slides your bottoms off and gives your little cunt a slap. God. He loved watching you twitch and squirm. He hums reaching for his phone. "微笑 (Smile)" tears stream down your face when you hear the clicking of the camera and as the bright flash passes your eye lids.

He doesn't understand why you're crying, he's only protecting you from worse people. He's really a good guy. He's even going to make tonight all about you.

He'll make sure to take good care of you. After all, that's his job, to protect. Maybe if you're loud enough for him he'll kiss you after every orgasm and use some lube next time. Don't judge him. He's new. :).

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere #yandere genshin #genshin yandere #yandere xiao #adeptus xiao #xiao #yandere genshin impact #tw noncon #language barrier #kinktober2022 Eros 💘.

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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Wrong Kind Of Paradise (E.M. One Shot)

A/n: Did I base this off of Walkaway Joe by Trisha Yearwood? Yes. If you haven’t already, listen to it. It’s very good. Also, I wrote this really quick and it’s genuinely bad writing, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. Honestly, if you listen to the song, it’ll make more sense.

Word Count: 1,110

Warnings: toxic?eddie (I don't really know how to describe him in this), naive!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, robbery, vague mention of a weapon, bad writing, as usual 18+ only for my writing.

You stood at the payphone outside of the old rest stop. The heat caused your hair to stick to the back of your neck and mosquitos happily buzzed around your bare legs. The grass around you was too tall and you were favoring watching for snakes over listening to your mothers tearful lecture. Your aching bones appreciated the stretch after driving for days and days in search of a better life outside of Hawkins.

Your parents never liked Eddie. He didn’t fit into their picket-fence perfectionism. They didn't appreciate their daughter being with a guy who listened to loud music and couldn't graduate highschool, even if they said that wasn’t the reason they disapproved.

All arguments about him lead to screaming matches, with neither party winning. There just wasn’t any reasoning.

You loved Eddie and you knew he loved you too. Sure, he showed it in different ways but no one was perfect. So when he offered to get you out of Hawkins right out of highschool you didn’t hesitate.

The devastated look on your parents was burned into the back of your mind as you packed your bags and threw them into the back of the waiting van. Eddie sat in the front seat smoking a cigarette as your father followed you out screaming how this was a mistake. Your mother stood at the doorway and sobbed. Neighbors peeked outside through their curtains to get a view at the show. Surely, this would be the talk of the town for the next few months at least.

But they could never understand how it feels when you're with him, and how much you wanted to build a life with him.

Eddie didn’t really have a plan but that was okay with you. You would follow him anywhere. Even to the end of the earth. Using the money you had saved from allowances and your college fund filled the gas tank and you were off on your adventure.

Your mother was surprised when you called her to check in. She had automatically assumed Eddie had ditched you somewhere with no way home. But you knew he would never do that to you.

Your trip had been full of listening to the new mixtapes Eddie had made while he drove too fast down interstates and back roads. The windows were always down and you had never felt more free.

The phone call lasted a total of two minutes before you had enough.

“Mom, I really have to go. Eddies waiting in the van for me,” you said into the phone.

Hearing your poor mom sniffle through the phone hurts.

“You're not going to get very far,” were her only parting words.

—

Eddie tapped on the steering wheel as the music played loudly from the radio. You both knew their money would run out sooner or later. He seemed to grow extra anxious these past few days. Words to you were short and clipped. The radio turned extra loud to keep you from holding a conversation.

He parked under the illuminated sign of the empty gas station. The only person around was the lone cashier behind the counter.

“Sit right here and wait for me, okay?” He said as he tied the bandanna around his face to hide his identity. Leaving only two brown eyes visible. He reached over to the glove compartment to quickly grab something metal and shiny. He tucked it in the back of his jeans, trying to keep you from noticing.

Two fingers to give an affectionate nudge of your chin was his only goodbye as he walked into the gas station to rob it clean.

—

He made out with enough to get you to a shady motel in the next town over. With the money left, you’d be able to make it to the next state before having to stop to get more.

Scary men eyed you as he unlocked the rusty lock on the paint chipped door. The room smelled like mildew, but you were okay with sleeping in an actual bed and not the pile of blankets on the scratchy floor of the van. It really didn’t matter, as long as you were with Eddie.

A single bed sat in the center of the room with a stained yellow comforter. Two peeling side tables sat on each side of the bed. One housed a clock while the other had an old yellow telephone.

Eddie plopped face first on the bed while you locked the door behind you. He sat up to shove the bag with the cash under his side of the bed and set his keys noisily on the bedside table. He motioned for you to come closer and you obliged. He gave you a small peck on the lips before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You should get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” he said with that sweet tone that almost made your knees weak.

You nodded your head quickly in agreement, even though you weren’t exactly tired yet, and that was mostly due to the adrenaline rush of Eddie’s driving and the uneasy feeling of knowing there were people right outside your motel room door.

Eddie stayed dressed in his clothes before climbing under the blankets and clicking off the light, leaving you standing in the dark before you ventured over to your side of the room and climbed into the bed beside him.

You dozed off, imagining the days ahead of you. Just you and Eddie driving towards your future.

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The clock beside the bed read 3:15 AM when you finally wiped the weariness from your eyes. You needed Eddie. The silence in the room was too loud. The shadows in the room were too dark.

You reached for Eddie's arm, seeking his comfort and warmth. Alarm bells rang in your head when your hand never reached his skin.

Sitting up, you eyed the empty spot beside you where Eddie's body had previously laid. The sheets lacked any warmth. The only evidence that he had once been there was the indent of his shape left in the bed.

You sat up slowly, heart sinking. “Eddie?” You called into the darkness.

He didn’t answer. And you knew why.

What confirmed your suspicions was the lack of keys on the bedside table and the missing bag of money.

Salty tears flow freely down your face as you swallow your pride and reach for the old yellow phone. Praying that it would work.

After one ring you heard the steady yet urgent voice on the other side. “Hello?”

“Mom, can you please come get me?”

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Angelface who gets herself ‘stuck’ in places, so pornstar!steve not only has a nice surprise but gets something good to film <3

im so normal about this i swear

(cws: pornstar!daddy dom!steve, f!plus size!angelface, modern au, stuckage, breeding, loud sex, creampie, daddy kink, a bit of roleplay, steve's a chubby chaser.)

Just a little more wiggling, and--

"There!"

You giggle to yourself, proud of your handiwork as you slide yourself right through the space between the two shelves on the empty bookcase. Steve had bought it as an indulgent IKEA purchase last time you were there, and though he'd put it together as diligently as he's built nearly all the other furniture in your new apartment, it has yet to be filled with books or records or anything else you wanna fill it with, thus it's sat empty in your living room for a month or two at least.

Perfect for your purposes. With Steve raking in most of the money with his rather lucrative business, he's given you free reign to do pretty much whatever you fancy--so, as payment for taking you on trips and giving you gifts and just generally being the best boyfriend in the world, you figure it's the least you can do to help him with some.....content.

Right on time as you call his name, Steve's footsteps come thundering down the hall to respond to your pleas for help, an inquisitive "oh?" burning your face with warmth as you rub your thighs together at the sound of his voice. It always gets low like that when he sees something he likes, and your beautifully round ass hanging out in plain view as you're bent inside the shelf is one of his favourites, especially with those pudgy thigh-high clad legs brought up so you're kneeling on the carpet, too.

Tap, tap, tap tap. Click. You know the sounds of Steve unlocking his phone, and you smile to yourself out of sight as he draws closer, and you know he's got his camera up.

"Reaching for something back there, baby?" He queries, and you can feel that chuckle when you whine and make a show of kicking your feet, toes pushing against the rug and pulling those socks taut around your skin just like he likes it.

"I'm stuck! Please, help me, daddy...." You make sure to do a little wiggling too, just to taunt him that much more. Steve loves your figure, you know that, and it's funny cause almost all his movies and even the casual content he posts to social media--purely the videos he does in collaboration with other pornstars--features primarily smaller women, skinny girls, petite girls, that sort of thing. It's not like he hates working with thin people, not at all, he can get off just fine either way. He's definitely the type that isn't picky, considering he's even tried out some stuff with other guys for a couple promo videos, and he thoroughly enjoyed it in that surprisingly innocent way. "It's guy time, baby!" He'd tease you, showing off his favourite scenes because he was proud, and cause he was hoping you'd get a little excited seeing him get his face cummed all over.

But something about your chubby thighs, your tummy, your boobs, your arms, your back, your hips--it just drives him crazy in a way that he doesn't really show in his other videos. And that's why the few that he's posted with you as his co-star end up doing so well, whether other people like your figure or not. Their opinions don't really matter, after all--cause Steve just loses his mind when you put on a show for him, he goes feral whenever he fucks you, and in the end he usually forgets the camera's even there when he gets wrapped up in making you cum your brains out.

"Aww, poor thing. Trapped just for me?" He slaps your hip, watching with rapt attention as your ass ripples and you squeak in response, already unable to keep your whines back when he starts massaging those soft cheeks through your thin shorts. "That's too bad, bubbles. You know how daddy gets when you bend over like this." You can hear him getting on his knees behind you, his hand possessively refusing to leave your skin even as he's moving around to get comfortable.

"Look at that. Already got daddy excited," He breathes, his hard cock straining his sweatpants and nestling right up against your cunt--begging to be let in even through the layers of fabric that separate you two. "Sorry, honey, you're just too cute for daddy to resist."

He tears those shorts down your legs, making a show of ripping them right off your body with only one hand available. But he leaves your panties, dirties them with a bit of your wetness as he rubs his fingertips up and down your slit over them, before tugging them aside so they're out of the way. "Never get tired of this view," Steve sighs, stroking your folds delicately with his thumb as he holds your panties in place, and groaning as he watches you tremble and leak all down his palm.

"Need my cock, baby? Want daddy to fill you up?" Those words dizzy you, and you push your hips back as far as they'll go for his thumb to dip inside you, earning yourself a groan from your boyfriend and a pleasant shiver up your back.

"Need it, daddy, need daddy to breed me..." For that needy plea, you're rewarded with another hard slap.

"That's my good fuckin' girl. Honest girls get all the cum they can take, don't they, bubbles?" With one quick shup and the sound of his sweats being slid down and kicked off each leg, Steve's cock is freed and bounces softly for the camera, before he aims his phone down and moans out your nickname again as he slowly starts pressing himself inside. Wet, soft, warm--you're so easy to enter, but you're always impossible to leave.

"Fuck--breed you so much, n' you're still so tight-" Steve gasps as he breaches a deeper spot, watching intently as inches upon inches disappear inside you, all while your girlish cries serenade him in the background of his slick cock spreading you open. "Show daddy's fans how good you take me, how tight your pussy stretches just to fit my fat fucking dick--fuck, show em how much you love your daddy." He babbles, high off the clench of your cunt as he starts off hard, and plows you into the wobbling shelf at a pace that he knows you're gonna love. He grabs the top of it with one hand, bicep flexing as he grips the wood paneling and films your ass buckling under his rough thrusts.

"Shit....m' addicted to this pussy..." Steve grunts out in a low rumble, voice coming off even deeper in the recording. It's one of the things he's fawned over for, and rightfully so. "Need a mouthful of it when I'm done barebacking you, sweet girl. Gotta taste you, gonna lick up my cum when it's all mixed with yours."

"Daddy!" You shriek as he suddenly fucks you faster, a surge of energy flowing through him when he watches how hard your ass is jiggling as it meets his hips. It's an endless rhythm, a clapping sound that he gets so high off of and could serve as a drug for him all on its own.

"That's right, baby. Say my name. Let em know I'm slamming your guts into fucking paste right now." Another spank comes down on you, followed by a rough grope of your ass with his newly-freed hand. "My thick little princess--my princess, got that? My chubby little bunny with her pretty little pussy, it's all mine."

You're babbling now, tummy filled with heat and butterflies and your head going white as Steve rumbles that dirty talk loud enough for you to hear. A chorus of his name and please and more get lost in your own moans and in Steve's, but your voice jerks out harder when he hits you over the cheeks again, smacking each one individually before reaching around you to stroke feverishly at your clit.

"Louder!"

Your desperate scream of his title melds with a sob that's already halfway out, throat growing hoarse as Steve pounds the breath out of your lungs and the tears springing from your eyes.

"That's my good fucking girl!" He yells right back, laughing with that sexy smugness as he throws his head back, that makes your brain go blank and your cunt cling to him on every thrust like it never wants him to pull out. "Show the world you're daddy's fucking princess, baby--cum on daddy's cock for all these pervs to stroke themselves off to it. Wishing they could fuck you like I do."

With the skilled hand of a professional entertainer, he effortlessly slides his phone underneath you two, giving the audience the perfect view of his balls beating your clit raw and your tummy rippling with the weight of his thrusts. All that's showing from the edge of the shelf are your thick thighs, your cunt, and your hips--some of Steve's favourite parts of you for his hands to roam possessively over.

"Drain these fucking balls, princess. Take it from daddy--you've been a good girl, take what you want. Take it." Steve's moans rattle you to the core, deep and rumbly and low and sexy as he pumps you so full it hurts, the softest parts of you aching as he fucks you so deep he's practically begging your womb to open so he can pound it into submission.

"Daddy! Daddy, da--f-fuck, Steve! Stevie, I'm cumming-!" You should've known that by offering this chance, you'd be paying for it before you know what's happening--and while you're definitely not gonna be on steady feet tomorrow, the blinding flash of white-hot pleasure melting your mind is completely worth it, and so is the intensity that floods through your boyfriend as Steve shudders at the feeling of you cumming around him. It's all he needs to finish cause pleasing his girl is always enough to get him there, and lucky for you, the gloriously hazy glow that comes as you ride out your end totally numbs the roughness of those last few thrusts that Steve pumps out before he's creaming you til you're completely full.

"Ohhhhh, fuck..." He drawls out, watching intently as you quiver and your pussy still flutters around his cock buried inside you. Pump after pump after pump, he watches with an open mouth and hitched breath as you milk him with each spasm of your soft walls, his cum slowly starting to dribble down your mound once he pulls out and your pussy struggles to readjust to the empty space. With a swipe of his fingers up your parted slit, he huffs out an awed breath before bringing his cum-sticky fingers to his mouth to taste you. It's so pretty, you're so pretty.

"Oh, look at that....you stay right there, bubbles. Daddy'll get you a pillow for those sore knees."

"N-Nooo....don't go...." You reach around for him in a gently growing panic, only for your boyfriend to capture your hand in his effortlessly warm one and stroke it with so much affection, so much tenderness. You feel him lean over you, reaching down for his phone to fumble with it, before there's a soft beep that signals the recording has ended and he breathes a sigh of relaxation.

"Here, camera's off, baby. You did so good for me. C'mere," He makes short work of pulling you gently out from where you've been stuck, the shelf a little more wobbly but he catches it with his hand, and makes sure you're all the way out before he lets it go. "Was it all okay? Did you have fun?" You nod in response, enjoying how warm his arms around you are and nuzzling into his bicep. "Didn't mind my dirty talk?"

"I love your dirty talk," You giggle, finally taking a deep breath and letting it go with a little sigh of pleasure.

"I'm glad." He smiles down at you, cradling you in his arms like he loves to do after any good session, no matter how gentle or rough it gets. "Y'know, doing this stuff with you....it always makes me realize how grateful I am to have you."

"Why?" You loll your head about, enjoying the heated warmth of Steve's body as he shifts to sit cross-legged, all while manhandling you carefully to keep you propped up and comfy in his lap.

"Well, when I'm working, or when we're in between shoots, I always think of you. When you're not there, I just wish so badly that you were--I just spend my whole break thinking about reading with you, or hearing you talk about your shows, or playing those terrible, terrible rounds of Mario Kart--"

"-Not my fault you suck, Stevie!" He laughs with his whole chest, the tender affirmations losing any stiff sense of tension when you can both let yourselves giggle over it. You love him so much, and you've heard those glorious words spoken on repeat--yet they never get old or stale, and they never lose the sincerity that he always manages to speak with whenever he's professing his love. Steve is just perfect, he's just.....he's Steve. "I don't care. I love watching you play, and I love that grin on your face when you smoke my ass out." He grazes your sides with his fingertips and sticks his tongue out when you bat them away, knowing he'll tickle you into a stupor if you let him get away with it. But it melts into a soft kiss that steals the rest of your breath away, his hand cradling the back of your head to keep you there and give you all his love, every iota of it poured into that one kiss that he could give you again a thousand times over.

"Well, looks like I've got a video to edit tonight." He puffs once he finally manages to break away, fingers threading through your hair to rub comforting little circles into the back of your neck. "You wanna sit in my lap while I work, bunny?"

"Clothes, or no clothes?" You tease, walking your fingers up that broad, hairy, manly chest.

"Whatever you want, bubbles. Might have to take a break or two to bend you over the desk, though." Steve whispers back, and suddenly you're in a fit of giggles again as he finally succeeds in tickling you, and brings you to the floor in a bout of laughter so he can make that pretty mouth smile so much more as he kisses away any inkling of that post-coital slump. It's never really a down when Steve's the one soothing you, anyways--and you're certain it never will be.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #spicy accountant au #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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gay4harm · 10 months

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pairing: Riri x black reader

warning: 16+, smut, cheating, reader has a boyfriend who treats her like shit, thigh riding, fingering, oral (reader receiving), cunnilingus and das it I think

song inspo: One night only by Sonder

A/N: I really don't know how to feel about this but it's just a filler until that Riri x troublemaker reader fic come out. Hope you guys like it!

Before Tyler your current boyfriend you never realized that someone could be involved in intercourse and not have an orgasm.

Here you were doing missionary style with your boyfriend and you could barely feel anything, but at least he was enjoying himself.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" and that's exactly what he did, in under five minutes he was able to come and you were still there feeling untouched. He got off of you and fell right asleep, guess aftercare wasn't his thing.

Tyler might have not the best in bed but he was still a pretty good boyfriend besides the fact that he cheated on you, but it didn't really count since you guys were on a break. He fucked at least three girls in that month of you two not being together and you got him tested right after you found out. Besides him not being good at sex and he did lie sometimes, he was still funny and he made you feel good most of the time, he was attractive, he had money and besides all the lying, manipulation and his angry issues he was really just a big old teddy bear on the inside. Although he made you feel used he was all you had, you two had been together since high school, he was basically your first everything.

You guys had only went on a break because you had realized you also liked girls just as much as guys, you had never been with a girl but there was just something about them that set you off, you told him that you wanted to experiment but he wasn't having any of it, you guys had went your separate ways for a month and in that month you met Riri Williams, your first impression was of how fine she was and she really made you realize that you definitely were into girls, you two took it slow at first but then Tyler came back and you couldn't resist so you went back with him.

But now you were slowly falling out of love with him so much so that you wanted to break up with him for real this time. Which is exactly what you were gonna do after a party that was going on tonight, so you got ready, you put on a short sleek black dress that stopped at the bottom of your ass and hugged your curves perfectly. You just wanted to get drunk and have fun and hopefully get laid but you weren't sure yet.

Upon arrival you saw several people grinding on each other, you were hot and sweaty even though you had only been in there for a few minutes, the smell of weed lingered and you were sure mostly everyone was high or on the verge.

As you maneuvered through the crowd, you found yourself in the kitchen where you found enough liquor on the table and counter that it could be classified as a bar, half of it you had never even heard of. You grabbed a red solo cup and began to fill it up with the first bottle you saw. You downed it as quickly as you could and it burned as it went down your throat.

As you turn your met face to face with a familiar face, your best friend Nadia who had a cup filled with some mystery liquid. "Hey girl! I didn't think you were coming."

"Yea it was a bit of a last minute decision" You look down at the cup in her hand wondering what it was. "What's that?"

"Oh you want some? It's kind of strong." She hands you the cup and you take a big swallow, you cough due to the strongness taking you by surprise, the drink tasted like straight liquor. "I thought you said it was kind of strong! What is this?" Without answering you she just laughed in your face as she took the cup from you. "Here you wanna dance?" She leads you to the dance floor and you two begin to grind to the music.

After several drinks and dancing with a bunch of randoms the party was starting to die down mostly everyone had already left or they were getting ready to go. One of your surprisingly mostly sober friends offered to take you and two other people home but due to the amount of liquids you had just downed, you needed to use the bathroom, every bathroom was occupied so you entered some random bedroom hoping there would be a restroom you could use.

You had expected the room to be empty but instead you were met with a familiar face, the one of Riri Williams rolling up a blunt. "Oh shit I'm sorry I didn't think there was anyone in here, I was looking for a bathroom." You begin to walk out but Riri's voice stopped you. "Wait if you need to go then there's one in here." She gestures to the door leading to one and you walk in closing the door behind you. You relieve yourself and clean up a bit.

Before you could leave the room she stops you again. "So how you been ma?" Your quite familiar with the pet name and you're also familiar with the pit it put in your stomach. "Oh yea I've been great, thanks for asking." There was a moment of silence before you spoke again, "um- how have you been?" She finished rolling her blunt and lighting it before speaking again, "Yeah I been good. How's your boyfriend? Tyler was it? I forgot" you look down before answering, "Yeah he's good I guess."

"Why you seem so hesitant about yo answer?"

"Oh no it's no reason, he's just a lot, you know?" You stubble a bit over to her clearly drunk, you had been slurring over your words a bit at first. "Nah I don't know, whatcu mean?" You look down at your hands playing with them, being around Riri made you nervous, which you hated. "He is just such a dick, I honestly don't even want to be in a relationship with him" Riri was a bit surprised by your honesty but she knew it was only a matter of time until you realized he was a shit boyfriend.

"He just doesn't know how to handle having a girlfriend, he's a liar and he's probably cheating on me right now. And you want to know the worst part about it, he is so bad at having sex. I don't think I've ever had a time were we had sex and he actually made me come." Riri was more than surprised now, she knew Tyler was a shit boyfriend but she didn't know he was a bad lover too, she had thought the sex is what brought you back to him. "So if he's a shit boyfriend why are you still with him?"

You laughed a bit at her question "Honestly I don't even know, he is literally so bad at sex that after we finish, I have to finish myself off, it's such bullshit, I haven't been fucked good in so long. It's honestly hurting me, he is such a little bitch with a small, tiny ol dick that can only last like three minutes, he can't even fuck me properly." You were slurring on your words, but everything you were saying was true, it's just that you never got the opportunity to say it.

"Damn I didn't know it was like that, must be pretty miserable for you huh?" Riri's question was pretty valid, you were miserable, you didn't like your boyfriend and you didn't know why you were still with him. "Yeah it definitely is miserable, I just need something better"

"Really, like what? Whatcu need" You didn't really need to think about your answer, so with no hesitation you said "I just need to be fuck, ya know."

Riri looks down and chuckles at your choice of words. "Yea I think I know what you mean, you just need someone who can handle you ma" That's exactly what you needed, you needed someone who actually knew how to pleasure you, someone like Riri, maybe. "Oh yea well who do you think could help me with my little problem?" Riri looked up at you with her low lidded red eyes and licked her lips, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. "I think I have someone in mind." Before Riri can do anything you rush and lock your lips with hers, she immediately leans in the kiss clearly wanting this just as much as you.

The liquor flowing through your body gave you a new found confidence, you push Riri slightly so she was laying flat on the bed, you lift yourself up, straddling her. Riri repositions you so now your sitting on her leg, clit directly on her knee. She sits up so you can ride her leg better, she grabs your hips and guides you to grind on her leg. "You like that ma?" You could only shake your head in response but she needed to hear you say it "use your words y/n." Her sturness drove you to grind harder and faster on her leg. Your underwear definitely helped with the stimulation and you could feel that familiar pit in you stomach that you ever so rarely felt. "It f-feels so good ri."

your whimpers could be heard directly in Riri's ear only driving her to want to hear more out of you. She began to slightly bounce her leg up and down, drawing a low moan to escape your lips. "Fuck Ri, I'm gonna cum" Your breathy moans were the only thing to be heard in the room and before you knew it that same feeling of euphoria washed over you and you came all over Riri's thigh. Taking a few minutes to catch your breath, you realized what you just did and you immediately climb off Riri's leg sobering up a bit. "Oh my god, what the fuck did I just do" Riri looks at you confused as if she didn't know what you meant. "Whatcu mean? Whats wrong?" You look at her in disbelief, "Did that just not happen? did I not just ride your fucking leg?"

"Yeah but I mean I thought thats what you wanted"

"I-I mean I did but I have a boyfriend, I just cheated on him" You sigh in disappointment, you couldn't believe you had just done that "You acting like ol boy not cheating on you" She was right, Tyler was cheating on you but that didn't mean it was right for you to do the same. "Plus I'm not done, and I always finish what I start."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Riri smirks at you, clearly plotting, "You tryna see?" You shake your head as a answer but Riri wasn't satisfied enough, she leans in closer only inches away. "You already know I don't be doing none of that shaking heads shit, I'ma need you to use your words ma"

"Sorry, I- uh yea, I wanna see" Pleased with your answer she lays you down, planting a small kiss on your forehead, she begins to place small kisses on your cheeks then your lips all the way down to your neck, you lift your head up a bit to give her more access, she begins to kiss and suck on your neck, you were almost positive she was leaving several marks on you. She pulls down your dress until your boobs spill out giving her access to your hardened nipples, she begins to suck and prob on one nipple while rolling your other one in between her cold fingers. She releases your nipple from your mouth, engulfing the other one in her mouth now.

Her hands began to travel up and down your body to your thighs gripping them hard, her hands slither up your dress, pulling it up until your whole dress is bunched up to your waist. Her nimble fingers begin to rub up and down your clothed clit, you whined due to the bare amount of pleasure she was giving you. "Riri p-please." You almost choke on your words desperate for her to touch you, "Please what ma?" She's still toying with your clit and it's making you wetter by the minute "Please fuck me"

She smirks down at you and begins to pull your panties down to your ankles. "Well since you asked so nicely" Her tone is a bit sarcastic, she starts to rub your clit in slow tight circles and you gasp softy due to the friction. She takes her fingers and teases your hole not fully going in yet, "Ri please stop playing and fuck me" Your whimpers fill the room again, she finally decides to stop playing with you and inserts two fingers in your pussy, slowly pumping in and out, she began to speed up a bit, lowering her head down to your clit. "You like that ma?"

"Yes Ri, please" She licks a fat stripe up your clit, she flattens her tongue engulfing your whole clit in her mouth and begins to suck causing a loud drawn out moan to come out from you, the sound of Riri sucking on your clit and her finger fucking you could be heard throughout the room. "Fuck Riri, oh my god" You moan out loud, you had never been touched like this, Tyler wasn't too fond on the idea of eating you out or really doing anything as long as it didn't give him pleasure.

Riri could feel you tightening around her fingers and by the way your moans were getting louder and more drawn out she could tell you were close. She lifts her head up a bit from your clit, "You bout to cum? Huh, make a mess for me"

"Yes Ri, god I'm so close''

"You gonna cum for me?" You could barely get a word out but you knew she would just egg you on and force a response from you, but before you could even attempt to get a word out your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, it was one of those toe curling, eye rolling, back arching orgasms, your vision was white and blurry, your mind was wiped of anything else besides the ecsedy you were feeling . You drew out a long "Fuuuuck."

It took you awhile to come down from your high but when you did you could see Riri sitting right beside you waiting for you to come down, you were the first to break the silence that had fallen. "Um that was- I actually don't even have any words for it" Riri chuckles besides you and you join in. You look at your phone to see it had been at least an hour and a half since you had walked in on Riri, your ride had probably already left and you didn't exactly know who's house this was and you had classes in the morning, all this hit you at once and you let out a groan catching Rir's attention "Yo you ok?"

"Yeah I'm sorry I just realized I might have to catch an Uber home which is one thing I didn't want to have to do." You get up and begin to fix your dress. "Well I mean I can take you if you want" You stop and look up at her. ''You'd do that?"

"Of course" Before heading out you take the time to clean up, your hair was frizzy and not as kept as before, half of your makeup was now off your face and you couldn't walk without stumbling a few times but you got into Riri's car and she drove you home. Tonight might have been one of the best nights of your life, but the morning would be a nightmare, you would have a massive hangover and the guilt of cheating on your boyfriend, but Riri was worth it.

dividers by: firefly-graphics

A/N

this took me FOREVER but nonetheless it's here, I'm not very proud of it and its probably trash but its whatever

Anyways hope you guys like it

And there are many more fics to come!

#riri smut #riri wiliams x reader #riri x oc #riri x reader #riri williams #riri x you #riri x black fem reader #dominique thorne #marvel

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writingpei · 1 year

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wicked games (l.m.) - chapter eleven

previous chapter series masterlist next chapter

pairing: lee minho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 2.4k words

savior complex

people tend to say good things don't last. y/n just hoped it could have lasted longer.

it had been a while since she genuinely smiled at things, but that day was really very special, an immense gratification, a step towards her future. but you can't have everything, in fact, she thought it would be asking too much for that feeling to last.

when she stepped into the house and saw her mom sitting at the desk, buried in a sea of papers, y/n knew nothing good was coming.

the tired look, the white hair, the lazy smile. it seemed that her mother aged more with each passing day.

“darling, you arrived” she greets as soon as she steps inside the house.

“you are home earlier” y/n says, cautiously approaching the table where she sat like a boogeyman, facing a truth she didn't want to discover.

the papers on the table were bills, many, many of them.

“got the day off” she explains, going back to using the calculator and noting obscene amounts of money in her old notebook. "how was your day?"

“good” she replies, but she was already lying. the happiness of his success had already become past, left behind. “what is all this?” she then decides to ask.

her mother stares at the stacks of papers for a few seconds, no response. it is then that she gives y/n a weak and apologetic smile, in a kind of apology.

“you're old enough to know…” she starts, and y/n wants to say no, run and cry and scream that she's not big, that she's still a kid, that she still needs to be lied to and protect her ears from what she doesn't need to listen. in the end, she just stands there, anticipating what's to come. “it's getting harder every month. the landlord raised the rent again. i don't know where else to get money from, we can't cut anything else. i think i’m going to have to do more overtime at the hospital or something."

she doesnt have an answer, she just keeps looking at her mother. she already comes home pretty exhausted everyday, if she worked more overtime she probably wouldn't even sleep anymore. worry and pain must be written on her face, because her mother takes her hand in hers, giving her another apologetic smile.

“i’m sorry, i'm sorry for not being able to give you the conditions i'd like” she starts to say, but her voice is nothing more than a calm and affectionate whisper, an apology from the one who did everything he could. “i know you wish you had a better uniform, better materials, a better college outlook, but i can't give you that”

the strange and rare feeling of burning eyes that fill with tears hits her hard. maybe it's her tone of voice, maybe it's the icy touch of her palms against hers, but the melancholy in the air takes y/n in such a way that she relearns the feeling of crying. she had always suppressed crying, labeled as pathetic, the most physical display of weakness there could be, but here, after years without the damned drops running down her cheeks, the hot tears flow freely, devoid of any control she might have had over them.

“i don't care about that” she says, through the water. “i don't care about these things, mom. i don't mind wearing someone else's uniform, i don't mind working and getting into college my way” the tears flow uncontrollably and her knees lose strength, causing her body to wither into the other chair at the table . “i just don't want you to kill yourself at work over this. i don't want you to get sick, to push your limits”

“aw, my baby…” her mother whispers, running her hand through her daughter's hair, sadness abiding in her eyes.

“don't worry about it mom” she says. “i will find a way”

y/n was never a person who feared the reality of the world around her. she wasn't afraid or ashamed to live up to it, to play the game by its rules. so the walk to school was longer the next morning, having to make a detour to print out several copies of her extensive curriculum for a high school student.

the sky was gray, it looked like the light of the day before it was just an illusion, a bad joke. she was quieter than usual too, a flood of thoughts invading her senses. hyunjin noticed that since the tutor session started, she barely looked at him, it didn't seem like she was there at all.

the source of his questions was satisfied when he opened a folder she had held out to him, where the chemistry exercises for the next class were supposed to be. instead, he was only faced with the endless curriculums.

“i think…” he started after a few seconds of just staring at the folder. “i think you gave me the wrong folder”

that sparked the girl's first real reaction that day. her eyes widened slightly and she quickly reached for her backpack and dug around vigorously until she pulled out a folder identical to the one in his hands. she switched the two, extending it the correct one this time, but no words escaped her lips.

"are you looking for a job?" the exercises have been completely ignored and set aside, and he places his elbows on the table and stretches to get closer to her.

“are you looking for an excuse not to do what you have to do?” she rolls her eyes but practically refuses to look at him. “like always…”

“come oooon” he says when he sees her trying to change the subject. “are you or not?”

“yes” she says after a few seconds of debating within herself whether or not to expose herself to him. hyunjin had a habit of digging into her thoughts and pulling out information that she definitely didn't want to speak aloud from her, a natural talent of the talkative boy. “what is it to you, anyway? the test is next week, you better study or else-”

“what kind of job are you looking for?” her words barely get through to him, and he seems strangely interested in it, which only meant one thing: he wasn't going to drop the subject until she'd told him everything he wanted to know.

"any type. one that gives money, preferably” he laughs at her sarcasm instead of taking offense.

“look…” he leans even further over the table, his blond hair falling in front of his eyes since he was without his usual sporty headband. “i think i know of a place that has been in need of some extra help for quite some time, do you want me to mention that i know of someone who is interested in the job?” he asks, a proud smile playing on his lips.

she looks at him with narrowed eyes for a few seconds, frown apparent on her face.

“no” she replies, simply, and hyunjin is extremely confused by her answer.

"no?" he questions, frown now on his own face.

"no"

"why not?"

“what is it to you?” she crosses her arms and walks away, leaning back in the antique library chair.

“what is it to me? what do you mean?" it just gets more confused.

“why do you care? this, the flyers, why do you keep doing these things for me?” she questions. that was something that had popped into her head more times than she liked. the strangeness of the attention that hyunjin gave her caused a pani in her system, an endless confusion. she needed answers. maybe it was just his personality, a savior complex, a teenage boy who considers himself invincible, a superhero. but what comes out of his mouth is not an option she found valid during all the time she invested thinking about the hypotheses.

“oh” when he realizes it, he gives a light chuckle as if he understands it completely. “because we” he points to both of them. "we are friends"

she blinks a few times looking at him in disbelief.

“what?” is what manages to escape your lips.

“friends” he opens a big smile.

“since when?”

“since we started doing this” he points to the table covered with books and notes. “duh”

“is this your concept of friendship?” she asks, genuinely, pushing back the chair and cringing a little.

“what is yours?” he retorts, and she is overcome with a strange feeling. she had nothing to say to him about that and he knew it. “listen, there is nothing in it for me” he blurts out. “to me, we are friends. what you are doing for me means a lot, so i wanted to do the things in my power to repay you. i could never get better the way i’m getting if it weren't for you. because of that, let me set you up with an appointment at this place, i know the owner and he's genuinely been in need of more people for a while, so it wouldn’t hurt”

the sincerity in his voice brings an odd sense of comfort to her, the chance of getting a job sooner than expected also eases her shoulders.

“okay” is all she manages to say amid the unusual feelings of gratitude that bloom without her permission.

“i'll make get an interview for tomorrow right after school. i'll be at the gate waiting for you then let's go together. but listen, no running away huh?” he says, faking a hard face.

“okay,” she replies quietly, rolling her eyes. "i'll be there"

and she amazingly, to her own surprise, thought nothing of running away. when the bell rings the next day announcing the end of classes, she grabs her backpack and strides to the school entrance, not wanting to leave him waiting for her there and risk being late for her interview.

her storm of thoughts is brutally interrupted when, already outside the school, she feels her wrist being held by someone.

“my god, you walk fast don't you?” minho pulls his tie down and loosens it, taking a deep breath trying to recover. “why are you in such a hurry?” he asks, but her attention is diverted to his fingers that are still holding her wrist, even though he made her stop and give him attention, he didn't make any move to break the contact.

her eyes take in the scene warily, the way his hand circles her arm so close to her hand, the audacity of his touch, as if he could touch her whenever he wanted.

“what do you want?” she asks, taking his hand off her arm and taking a step back. “i don't have time today, minho”

“well, it's good that what i have to tell you is quick and you'll love to know” he takes a step forward, recovering the distance she created between the two of them, a goofy smile appearing on his face as usual, holding a secret behind those rosy lips, something only she could know, only she could hear. "i-"

“y/n!” she hears someone calling her further ahead, where the entrance gate is. hyunjin is in his team uniform like he usually is, his duffel bag slung lazily over his shoulders. he comes running towards the two, and the air around them changes completely, along with minho's mood that seems to shatter in seconds. "there you are. come on, we can't be late” he says when he arrives right in front of the two. when hyunjin finally sees minho next to her, a friendly smile appears on his face. “hey man”

“i’m talking to her” is the only answer minho is willing to give, his barriers coming up in a matter of seconds.

y/n starts to think that hyunjin is immune to hostility, as his good mood doesn't waver, his posture remains standing tall as ever.

“sorry to interrupt you two, but we kinda have something” he points at you, and minho's icy gaze hits her skin in a way it never has before.

“it's not like i was dying to talk to you anyway” she whispers to minho, adjusting her backpack on her shoulders and walks over to hyunjin. “you'll have many other opportunities to try to drive me mad, but i’m busy today"

instead of minho's standard sarcastic response, she only gets silence. a weird look comes to his eyes as they flit from her to hyunjin, then back to her again. he takes a little step back with his lips pressing together, as if he's been betrayed.

“okay” is all he says before turning around and disappearing into the school once more. something weird rises in her chest, a feeling she can't explain, almost guilt. but it was obvious that there was something wrong with his own head. why would I feel guilty about telling minho off? him leaving her alone was all she wanted, or at least that's what she thought she did.

“come on, let’s go” hyunjin pokes her on the shoulder to get her attention, and the two start walking side by side. “it's a good walk”

y/n had never walked with anyone after school before, but the walk was strangely quiet and pleasant. when they passed a children's school, a group of kids pointed at hyunjin and started talking loudly about his hair, the different and striking color.

she never had a friend before, and she wondered if this was how it was supposed to be.

“the owner of this place is my cousin. it's a cafe” he brings up the subject for the first time during the journey. “as it is in a very rich part, it is practically only old people who go there, so it will be very easy”

in front of the cafe, the part of being in a very wealthy neighborhood does justice to the architecture there. elderly couples and small families tend the tables, and the smell of coffee that fills her nostrils as soon as they step inside overwhelms her senses.

“sooo, what did you think?” hyunjin asks her, putting his hands on his hips and looking around with a proud smile.

“i like it”

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mamabearwonders · 3 months

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I quit my job.

It could be the smartest or dumbest decision I have ever made. But I have faith my loved ones are watching over me. 🪽

My job made me violently sick with stomach flu and covid 19 in one month and had zero sympathy. I was already burned out, we are understaffed and I don't want to risk getting sick again. I'm also actively grieving and my chronic health issues are causing problems and my mental health is already fragile without going into work. I can't do 3 weekdays, 5 hours a week at that job that's how bad it is.

I don't want to risk going back in and then not be able to find another job. So I'm filing for food stamps again, unemployment was a nightmare and I'm hoping to land a part-time nanny job by the 1st of March. That should carry me through the rest of the months.

My tax refund I'm not sure if I'll get it this month or next month, it would help this month if I can find my Pokemon wallet which should be in my room I was feeling helpless finding my key and I did find it yesterday and treated myself to chipotle.

I will still need a good little bit of rent money even with it and that's if I can find it. My parents and I we really don't get along so they don't help. They might drop off groceries tonight. But it's so awkward talking to them.

I just have to have faith because pretty much if I go into my job I will quit like walk out of the line I have almost done that before and then be too exhausted to find other options or I can not go into work and save the little energy I have finding another job.

I know that I'm still employed because I'm still in the group chat. But nobody has reached out to be as well like nobody cares how I'm feeling and I get that they're a job, but nobody has reached out that I haven't been in there for like probably 2 months.

And it shows that they don't care about their employees that more and more people are not showing up or I've seen new hires get hired, but then I never see them again. And they probably figure it out really fast that the company is shit none of the managers will help you out. None of the managers care if you get sick or overworked or burned out or have your lunch break or not.

I just need a little bit more time.

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cyren-myadd · 2 months

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I love all your fanfics ❤️❤️❤️

Can we get a snippet of The Next Chapter of Blood Is Thicker than Water?

I don't know how I went from updating this fic with super long chapters weekly to struggling to update once a month 😭 the motivation ✨evaporated✨

It makes me really happy to know people are still excited to keep reading it though 💙💙💙

BITTW is NOT abandoned, I'm just going through a creative rough patch, I promise I am still working on it, just very slowly.

Here's a snippet of what i have so far:

The city was a very different jungle than the one he’d been raised in. It didn’t take long before he was hopelessly lost in the unforgiving urban sprawl. All he had was a wad of cash in his pocket and the adrenalin in his veins.

Eventually, Spider decided running around the city in a blind panic wouldn’t get him anywhere, and he sat down at a small but fancy-looking restaurant to try and come up with some kind of plan. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. It was nearly impossible with the knowledge that Quaritch was out there hunting him down at that moment. Not for the first time, Spider thanked Eywa that he hadn’t had an asthma attack since his Uniltaron.

“Excuse me?” A side voice made Spider flinch and look up to see a frumpy-looking waiter standing by the table.

“Hi?”

“You haven’t ordered anything. You need to order something before you can sit down.” The waiter pointed inside the cafe where a line of consumers stood waiting to purchase an overpriced coffee or unnutritional pastry.

Spider felt for the wad of cash, but decided against buying anything. He wasn’t sure how much money the doctor had given him, but even if it was a lot, he didn’t want to waste a single cent on anything other than getting the hell out of the city.

“I’m not planning on buying anything. I’m just catching my breath.”

The waiter’s nose wrinkled disapprovingly. “Then you need to leave.”

“But why?”

“We don’t allow… loiterers.”

Spider wasn’t exactly sure what a “loiterer” was, but the waiter said it like a dirty word. He narrowed his eyes at the man. “Listen, dude. I’m not bothering anybody. There’s plenty of room. I’m just gonna sit for a few minutes, then I’ll leave.”

“Do I need to call the police?”

The threat sent a thrill of panic through Spider’s body. He still had a concussion from the last time someone called the “police” on him. “What? But I’m not doing anything! I’m just sitting here!” He cried, throwing his hands up in bewildered anger.

“You are trespassing on commercial property. Either leave or you will be escorted out.”

Spider stood bolt upright with a snarl and grabbed the waiter by the front of his stupid frumpy uniform. “I’m just sitting here! What the hell is your problem?”

The waiter let out a squeal like a stuck pig, and suddenly, half the restaurant was staring at them— staring at him, with fear in their eyes. What the hell was he doing? Sure, the waiter was a prick, but that was no reason to get physical. This was the second time he’d been aggressive with someone that day. Spider released the waiter’s uniform like it burned.

“I— I’m sorry, I don’t know why I—“ he stammered while the waiter retreated like he was diseased. Every eye in the restaurant was on him now, watching him warily like he was an unpredictable wild animal. To his horror, several people already had their phones out, some recording, others making phone calls, most likely to the police.

He remembered when Quaritch had told him that everyone in the city worked for the RDA, which meant that they might as well have worked for him. It would only be a matter of time before this got back to Quaritch.

Spider turned and ran.

#avatar #atwow #spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar the way of traumatizing spider #avatar spider #ao3 #avatar fanfiction

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ed-recovery-affirmations · 2 months

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Do you have any advice on how to navigate recovery burnout? I am 9 months into recovery and I am...exhausted. Not just the physical exhaustion that comes with recovery, but I am mentally and emotionally exhausted. I want to have a normal life, but instead, I spend every day thinking about nutrition and meals and schedules for meals, on challenging the ed voice, diet culture, and fatphobia. The therapy to get to the root cause of my ed so I can fully recover. I try to escape into TV shows but there is often fatphobic messaging that I then have to mentally challenge. I do not want to give up. I have come so far. I'm just burned out.

Anon, this has sat in my inbox for longer than I expected because I'll be honest, I had to think really hard about how to answer it. Because honestly, this is something I struggle with as well. Sometimes it's hard to keep a continuous pattern of meeting my recovery needs when those become exhausting. So, you know, you're not alone?

First and foremost, I might suggest reminding yourself that it won't be this hard forever. People who work on a consistent treatment plan and invest in their healing tend to improve and have an easier time enjoying the benefits of whatever healing work they've done. It may not be much comfort now, when everything feels so hard, but just know it likely won't always be like this, that you do have more to look forward to. It might at least help increase your sense of hope.

I might engage restful hobbies that don't involve TV if you need breaks. It's hard because materials for hobbies often cost money, but crafting, painting, drawing, journaling, hiking or other activities that get your body outside and engaged with the world (if these are accessible for you) might help you get away from fatphobic messaging. You know, I bet you could also probably find groups of people who've made lists of media they like to watch that maybe has more body-neutral messaging? Sorry to give you more work to do at a time when you already have burnout. Come to think of it, this could possibly be something I could try to feature in a post, though I'm not honestly sure if I'll muster the stamina for that soon. I'm working full-time and going through some family drama (nothing serious or unsafe, just emotionally taxing.)

Do you have any passions or interests you could turn into a hobby, something outside of TV? I know a lot of people find TV to be their go-to decompressing method, and it really does suck that there's so much body negativity in all our media.

#ed recovery #burnout

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timeoverload · 4 months

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I am feeling scared today. I have a lot on my mind.

I don't want to complain about it but my symptoms have gotten a lot worse. I can't walk normally anymore unless I rest for a while. I feel ridiculous and I hate it when people stare at me because I'm hobbling around. I used to run laps around them. It takes so long to get from one place to another. I was so anxious about getting out of bed this morning. The past month I have been experiencing odd vibrations in my outer thigh and it's happening more every day. At first I kept thinking that my phone was going off in my pocket. Every time I looked down to check, it was always in my pocket on the opposite side and I didn't have any notifications. The sensation is becoming stronger. It happens when I'm sitting now too. It's almost like someone strapped a cellphone to my femur and I keep getting phone calls. I don't know how else to describe it. My leg always feels like it's buzzing now. My foot is messed up from dragging it around for so long. I hate stairs.

I want another steroid injection but it's $1000 even with insurance. I don't even know what the new insurance plan I have will cover and I haven't been able to look into it yet. Someone told me the insurance company wouldn't cover any of the costs for the radiation for their cancer treatments and I think that's messed up. I think the new company we switched to sucks but my work will always go for the cheapest option so that's not a huge surprise. I guess I don't have high hopes that they will help me much either. I could try to find other insurance but I think that would be more expensive. I don't have the money to have that injection done anyway. I know it won't actually fix my problem but it does make it a lot easier to deal with.

My spinal canal is becoming more narrow due to my lumbar stenosis but I think I was just born this way and that it is partially congenital. Sometimes I wonder how different I would be if I hadn't been ripped from the womb too soon. The only thing that could make it better would be a laminectomy or lumbar spinal fusion. Those are major operations and I don't want to do that but I know I'm going to have to sometime in the future. I need to be in better shape. I have had to face the reality that I may become paralyzed and that terrifies me. It's already starting to happen.

I have so many things I want to do but I'm afraid I will never get a chance to do them. I don't feel like I'm thriving at the moment. I have less than 10 years to have a baby and I am afraid it's not going to happen. My biological clock is ticking and it has been bothering me so much lately. I'm not healthy enough. I have to get better soon. I couldn't care for a baby right now when I can barely take care of myself.

I don't know how I am going to get through the rest of the week. I'm so tired already. I think I need to go to bed early. I need to rest for a while so I don't know how much I will be on here the next couple days. I am just so far beyond burned out and taking time off didn't help much. I didn't accomplish enough. I don't know what to do about anything right now. I am very overwhelmed. I still haven't gotten my glasses either and I might not be able to go pick them up even if they do show up this week due to the weather. I should have known this was going to happen but there's not much I can do about it now. I will just have to deal with it I suppose.

I have been trying not to be so pessimistic but I'm having a hard time with that. I will keep trying to be happy. Hopefully things will get better soon...

Thank you for trying to help cheer me up today. I hope you all enjoyed your snow day and that tomorrow is a good day too. 💖💖💖

#personal

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jabbage · 8 months

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Things that ran through my head while watching this episode:

--Sad opening with slow music & slow motion was unnecessarily sad. No, scratch that, an appropriate amount of sad, this is the loss of Rengoku-san we're focused on here.

--I love how Ufotable was probably like, "sure, Fuji TV, we'll air the next season on your channel, but we want as much air time when and how we want in order to tell the story instead of just fit things into time slots, you must have figured out by now that we made enough money on that movie that no one expects us to follow the same guidelines as other anime" and Fuji TV was like, "yes, yes, anything, you got it, one hour premiere, you got it, but we will get some fluffy filler right? Please??" and Ufotable was like, "DONE. But don't expect us to make any big departures from the manga, the fans will be down our throats."

--So with the ability to take their time, I love how they accomplished both a satisfying follow-up to the movie with most of this episode being dedicated to the fall-out (complete with slowing down the Muzan intro and drawing us into the upcoming setting), and then a brief review of what's typical for Tanjiro & Nezuko in the Corp (raincoat Tanjiro, eeeee), and then get us off to an impactful start for the rest of this season.

--Those Yuukaku setting details, though! Particularly at the end of the episode it feels like, "hey, we put all the work into this 3D model of the town, you bet we're going to show it off" but then they turn around with details like a moth that got its wing sliced, presumably by an obi.

--One of the scenes which I loved in the stage play of Mugen Ressha was when Akaza appeared before Selim Bradley child!Muzan, because the actor had such a compelling physical performance which sold the idea that for as hard Rengoku worked to damage him, it's nothing compared to the ease with which Muzan beats him up, over and over. Here, in the anime, it's just one blast, a true statement.

--Akaza. Akaza. Akaza. A KA ZA.

--I love how Zenitsu has learned to be strategic with how he steals manju.

--With Tanjiro asking if Senjuro's even heard the news of Kyojuro's death, it really, really hasn't been that long.

--Show-offy animation moment: the sake bottle crashing against the ground

--Senjuro's horror at Tanjiro's impending doom is palpable. Shinjuro is still powerful and Senjuro knows it. I really love how Senjuro is performed, he's so brave and polite.

--Tanjiro makes a lot of great faces throughout this series. This face as he accept the tea is his worst face ever.

--Kinda drives my inner meta nerd mad how there had already been 20 Flame Pillars by the time the 21st one met Yoriiichi and learned Breath technique. They must die off as fast as Ubuyashikis do.

--Tanjiro's self reflection and determination to become a Pillar warms my heart

--Oh crap, there's the sunset tones and the slow music again as Senjuro gives him the tsuba, nooooo, my heart, it's burning

--I love how Haganezuka levels up every time we see him. I am so, so ready for the next season. And the silliness!! The seiyuu must have been given directions to make it sillier and sillier in every take, which makes me very, very excited for the Tanjiro & Kotetsu antics.

--Speaking of filler!!! Ufotable must had seen that Aoi & Inosuke are endgame and thought, "gee, we need to... leave, like... some kind of hints, somehow" and had Aoi knowingly serve Inosuke a heaping second portion of rice and smile fondly when he gets excited about mitarashi dango. They're taking that "he makes her smile" tidbit and slipping it in as best they can, because we otherwise never see her smile until all is said and done.

--This, as well as Aoi being the smart and brave one to rescue Tanjiro from Haganezuka, certainly endears us to her before her plight.

--Kanao!!! It has been 4 months since Tanjiro declared that she stop using the copper coin, but here she is in a moment of indecision, and with how her actions silence everyone else, this is the very first time she's made such a decision. Good girl, Kanao! That said, she leaves herself speechless too, and when Kiyo and Sumi are emboldened to shout and scream at Uzui, she's as mute as Nezuko. Actions speak louder than words, that's for sure.

--But Kanao's thunder is totally stolen by the entrance of the Kamaboko Rangers

--I love that Tanjiro knows right away that his words have no weight, which is why he very quickly changes tactics and switches to volunteering himself (and his bros) to action

--THESE TAISHO SECRETS ARE SO UNABASHEDLY SILLY

#kny rewatch #my art #uzui tengen #and others

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