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#excuse the excitement I am simply very passionate
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IF STRANGE WORLD HAS A MILLION FANS IM ONE OF THEM
IF STRANGE WORLD HAS ONE HUNDRED FANS IM ONE OF THEM
IF STRANGE WORLD HAS ONE FAN IT IS ME
IF STRANGE WORLD HAS NO FANS I AM DEAD
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GO SEE IT
USUALLY I AM ALL FOR PIRACY BUT THIS IS A BOX OFFICE FLOP RIGHT NOW SO I AM BEGGING
BUY A TICKET. FEED THE MOUSE SO THE MOUSE SPITS OUT MORE OF WHAT WE WANT.
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grey342 · 5 months
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Teacher's pet
College Professor!Phil x reader
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synopsis - Phil notices his favourite student struggling and offers her extra help after class.
warnings - MDNI 18+ content, age gap (reader is 20, Phil is in his late 30s), obsessive! reader, Phil whimpering, riding (kinda) and Oral (f receiving).
authors note - *insert 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa*. I LOVE this one sm! Let me know what your thoughts! Again thank you so much for being patient with me, I love every single one of you <3 P.S- The reader is VERY delusional but lets be fr we all are.
please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342
You fucked up big time.
At first it was a typical high school girl crush but now you were full blown obsessed with him. Getting jealous whenever he talked to another female student or teacher, waking up at 4 am and getting fully ready for your 8 am class with him and finding any excuse to be close to him at all times.
He wasn't helping either.
It really seemed like he was reciprocating your feelings. Always checking up on you in and outside of class, always making you laugh, smiling at you and winking at you.
You didn't think it would become that big of a problem until your grades started to drop in his class. You were simply getting too distracted.
Like right now, you hadn't even noticed he was going around the class handing out your graded papers.
"F again," he sighs disappointedly, "what's going on honey? You never failed my class before and now you're failing every assignment I give you."
"I don't know Mr Wenneck." You say looking down, avoiding his gaze. You hate disappointing him.
"I do. I know exactly whats going on." He declares. You suck in a breath.
"Yo-You do." You gulp.
"Yep," he pauses, "you're over-complicating the work." You let out a breath of relief.
"Don't worry. This is an easy fix, we'll need to start one on one sessions at the end of the day."
"Oh okay." You squeak, trying to hide your excitement.
"Good. We'll start today, be here by 3:30." He winks and moves onto the person next to you.
When the bell rang, you didn't bother going to your second class. You went straight to your dorm to get ready for later. Hardly containing your eagerness.
...
It's exactly 3:30 when you knock on his door. He beckons you inside and you close the door behind you. Ensuring it's shut tight. This was the first time you would be fully alone together and you wanted no disruptions.
"Ah, right on time. Take a seat and i'll be right with you." He says smiling.
He grabs a few things from his desk and makes his way over to sit right next to you. You inhale and exhale quietly, trying to calm yourself down. But all you can think about is how close he is to you and what would happen if you moved your hand slightly ov-
“So,” he grunts, “let’s start with the first part of the topic and see which parts you’re struggling on the most. Mkay?” He asks.
“Um, yeah okay.” You say trying to sound more confident.
He starts explaining the content to you but all you can focus on is his hands. How big they are, how his veins slightly pop out and how they move when he talks. You were too entranced to notice he asked you a question. He was staring at you awaiting an answer.
"I-um sorry, can you repeat the question?" You spluttered out, slightly embarrassed.
He smirks and looks at you. You look down to avoid eye contact when you feel his hand come under your chin to lift your head up.
“Now honey, there’s no need to be nervous.” He says shaking his head in a comforting manner. You look into his eyes and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to his.
You felt him slightly pull back out of shock but, in the same moment he leaned in full accepting the kiss. Your hands in his hair and his on your waist.
You pulled away to catch your breath and the realisation of what you just did slapped you in the face.
“Oh god, Mr Wenneck i’m s-”
“Call me Phil.” He cuts you off and captures your lips passionately. He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap. You grip on to his shirt pulling him impossibly closer. His hands rest on the plump of your ass, slowly guiding you back and forth. He pulls away, you're sharing breaths.
"I knew you felt the same," he lowly whispers, "I could tell. The way you'd get nervous talking to me, the lil' blush on your cheeks when i made eye contact with you." You feel your cheeks burn.
You feel the growing tent in his pants against our core. You gasp in both shock and delight. You look into his lust filled eyes and slowly begin to move back and forth. He lets out a sound of pleasure, you swear it was a whimper.
He leans in and begins to kiss at your jaw and neck, you sigh.
"So pretty.." He mumbles.
You feel his hands creep at the bottom of your shirt, bunching it up insisting he wants it off. You reach down and pull the shirt over your head revealing the lace bra underneath.
"Shit.." He breathes, you feel him grow beneath you. You reach down to unbuckle his belt when he picks you up and slams you on the desk. Emphasising his need for you.
He leans towards your chest and begins to kiss your boobs. His hands meet the waistband of your pants slightly tugging at them. He looks into your eyes and you give him a nod of approval.
He wastes no time in pulling them down along with your panties. He gets down onto his knees and spreads your legs, moaning at the sight in front of him. He moves forward, giving a gentle kiss to your cunt he then licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit.
"Oh god.."
"Not god baby, Phil.." You moan in response.
Slurping your juices like a man starved, his tongue thrusts deeper and deeper inside you. Your fingers gripping onto his hair to keep you grounded.
Without even realising you began to grind against his face, the pleasure taking over you. His lips are glued to your clit, sucking and kissing. His hands grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, gripping on to your thighs keeping them spread.
"Oh shit Phil, right there.."
"Yeah, you like that?," he breathes heavily, "you like being a dirty lil' slut for your professor, hm?" You nod your head rapidly.
He began to suck harshly on your clit. Your back arches and your toes curl as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
"Fuck! Ye-Yes, right there shit.." Your almost screaming. You open your eyes to look at him, reassuring yourself this is all real and not another dream.
You look down to see him staring right back at you, he winks at you and slides his index and middle finger inside of you. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"I'm gonna cum..." You warn as he pounds his fingers into you whilst sucking your clit.
"Cum for me baby, let go." He hummed.
In that moment you let go, the pleasure crashing over you. He groans against your pussy, not letting one drop of your cum spill.
He pulls your pants back up, puts your shirt back on and looks at you, checking your okay. He helps you stand and hands you your bag. He leans down and kisses you gently.
"Same time tomorrow honey." He smirks leaving you stunned.
You walk out of his classroom with the biggest grin on your face, excited for what tomorrow will bring.
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chao-thicc-hcs · 8 months
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT
Can you maybe do bonten Mikey,Sanzu,Koko and Rindou with a very touchy or shows love by touch S/O! Please🙏 🧚‍♀️PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🧚‍♀️
your wish is my command✨
Having a touchy/affectionate s/o!
featuring: bonten!mikey; sanzu; kokonoi; rindou
genre: fluffy fluff
warning(s): mentions of blood and intestines
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mikey↷
he's initially reluctant to your touches, and the sudden hugs you gave him shook him to the core
he's not used to such way of bonding with someone. He's unfamiliar with the whole "lovey-dovey" thing
warms up quickly. He yearns for it, he desires it, but is too afraid to admit it vocally, and he just kind of.. returns the favor
hugs you from behind and places his chin on your head
''Y/n, can you touch me like that again, please?" is the most you will ever hear
mikey loves observing the way you get excited when he reciprocates your touch and returns your hugs and kisses
he doesn't remind himself to do anything touchy until you touch his arm or hug him, mainly because he isn't used to physical touch. you always initiate everything, and it hints him to wrap his arm around your shoulder or waist
he might say it is "suffocating" but deep inside he wants more
is the small spoon so he can feel the comfort of your hugs
buys you food as a gratitude for not being afraid of being yourself around him
sometimes he'd come home and pretend to be grumpy, just so he can have an excuse to cuddle you tighter
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Mikey hated to be touched. Absolutely despised the thought of someone being near him or even simply poking him. He even remembered breaking Sanzu's finger because he dared to touch him once when he was a tad bit too excited about a person he murdered.
However, something about you flicked a switch inside of him. Every time you'd wrap your hands around his torso and say his name in a cutesy melody, every time you'd pinch his cheek, nudge his shoulder or even ruffle his already disheveled hair felt as if his stomach was churning and burning with passion.
Much to everyone's surprise, the oh invincible Mikey, head of the most feared organization - Bonten - had a soft spot for his sweet lover, letting her visit his office, bringing her to meetings and even not getting mad at her for interrupting his speech with her sudden cheek kisses. He'd glare at you, but just to appear tough in front of the others, never daring to say anything else.
But oh... Mikey on the inside is a putty. Only you knew how he submitted willingly to your feather touch that soothed his broken soul, making him toss aside all the thoughts plaguing his mind, focusing only on the warm embrace you'd give him when he's alone with you, where he can finally give in and cease pretending he's tough in front of his colleagues.
A faint smile could be seen plastered onto his face whenever you came inside his office for a visit and bring his favorite meal, or even just sit down and keep him company.
-Mikeyyyy~- your chirpy voice could be heard from the very beginning of the large hall you had to pass to reach the room.
In the middle of a meeting, Mikey cracked a small smile that he managed to conceal from his subordinates, shaking his head and sighing. You went inside the room and hopped to his desk, sitting down on his lap with force, making him oof a little.
-I brought you this! A new flavor of taiyaki the store had to offer! I want to see you try them!
-Later, Y/n. I am at a meeting.-Mikey retorted and placed his hand at the small of your back
His subordinates were watching with shock, slack-jawed as the scene unwrapped in front of them.
-Pleasee! I woke up early just to get it fresh for you out of the bakery...-you pouted, holding the taiyaki in your hands
Mikey let out a long, tired sigh and just took the treat, unwrapping it and splitting it in half, giving the other to you.
-Now, quiet, let's finish the meeting.
You nodded and shared the treat with your lover while everyone's eyes were focused on the both of you. The man took his time and resumed what he was talking on about with you on his lap. The rest of the Bonten members, however, couldn't seem to focus on his words, still visibly shook by the way their boss almost appeared vulnerable in front of them.
-If you all ever speak up about this, I will make you eat your intestines like spaghetti bolognese.-he hissed under his breath, earning a light nudge to his shoulder from you.
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sanzu↷
sanzu is either super touchy or avoids you all day in the beginning, no in between
even when he tries to avoid your touch, you somehow manage to still find yourself snuggling him
he likes it, but the fucker is weird and awkward and always says shit like "you smell good" and sniff your neck or something
regardless, he doesn't really mind you clinging onto him
as time passes he'd get hella obsessive over you, wanting you by his side at all times
on the days where he doesn't feel touchy, he'd just hold your hand, nothing more
bought you a pillow of his face on days where he had to be gone for longer lmfao
he'd ask you to put lipstick on and leave stains on his cheek, neck and a little on his clothes
speaking of kisses, he'd also want you to place pecks all over his face when he comes back home
he loves it when you lay onto him and just lay on his chest <3
over time, he starts being a bit clingy too, always following you like a pet
brags about you to the others. they're sick of his constant ramblings, but they respect you for taming his horses for a short while so they put up with it
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If Sanzu had the powers to take all the stars down for you - he'd do it.
Instead, he saw them all aligned in your eyes. Looking at the picture of you smiling on his phone, hugging the cat you recently adopted, his heart ached and his legs almost gave up at immense yearning to have you in his arms. And listen as you rant about your day while you squeeze the air out of him.
The messages piled up, he knew you were sleeping, but he couldn't stay still without making sure you were notified how he is. Sitting on top of one of the dead bodies he had to dispose of, the world around him took the role of a poison ivy wrapping around his neck, raising the pressure that was building up from him not being next to you, sleeping peacefully.
....
The door closed. Empty apartment with a breath of fresh air. It was dark, quiet. Sanzu took off his attire and threw it in the laundry basket. He wanted to snuggle next to you as soon as he could, but he didn't want to be dirty.
Lukewarm drops of water fell down his torso and back, relaxing every muscle. Sighing under the sudden feeling of comfort, Sanzu cleaned off every splurt of blood he had left on his body. The shower was quick but refreshing enough, and he didn't bother to completely dry his body or hair before putting on boxers and approaching your shared bedroom.
His arm wrapped around you and caressed your sides gently, making sure you don't wake up. However, you turned around, seeming to have been awake for a while. You put an arm and leg around him, pulling him closer to you, while he let out a sigh.
-Missed you, babygirl.
-Missed you too, hun. Now I am here.. get some rest, I can see you're extremely tired.
He placed gentle and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, squeezing you tight against him.
-Night...
-Night..~
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izana↷
he will be so stiff in the beginning
his expression will be blank, as if he isn't affected by your touch, and he will blurt out stuff like "why are you being so clingy?"
but the moment you try and pull away he'd grab you and hug you back
"didn't say i don't like it"
he'd let you cling onto him, but most of the time he will not reciprocate it, especially in public
calls you annoying but with a hint of affection in his tone
pats your head a lot
when he comes from work, he'd always lean into your face, expecting you to kiss his cheek
over time he will get used to it, and will start returning touches every time
always has you either on his lap or laying on top of him
his smile doesn't leave his face when you're near him, and he'd often daydream about you when you talk about stuff while hugging him or just by touching him lightly
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You were rummaging through your wardrobe in distress, searching for a certain outfit that you were planning to combine for days. Izana was sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk and letting out light chuckles here and there.
-'Zana, help me out here!-you whined out, which only got out another chuckle from your boyfriend
-I told you to fold your clothes properly yesterday. You insisted on lazing with me and here you are, suffering the consequences.
You glared at his shit-eating grin but kept on going. Your eyes lit up when you finally found the clothes you were planning on wearing today. Swiftly, you put on the outfit and spun around.
-Whaddya think?
Izana just kept on staring, smiling as if he saw you for the first time ever. His eyes analyzed your entire figure as you spun around and posed for him. To him, you were like a fresh oil painting - a beautiful creature depersonalizing even the shiniest of background by just mere existence - that he'd never want to look away from. His eyes analyzed your figure, his limbs felt weak. Before he realized it, he was daydreaming, and you found your way plopping onto his lap.
-Zanaaa, are you listening?-you tilted your head to the side, placing your arms on his shoulders
His arms quickly wrapped around your figure, and he laid down his torso on the bed, holding you tight and running his hand up and down your spine.
-You look mesmerizing, my dear. You took my breath away.
His gaze confirmed it all. Izana was lovestruck and he never hid that fact, contrary, he expressed it with pride, making sure you soak up the emotions of sheer adulation intertwined between his words and touches.
-But I prefer what's under it...
You chuckled and kissed his nose, nuzzling it after. -Later, baby, after our date.
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koko(nut)↷
loves, loves, LOVES it
he always calls you to sit on his lap during work, because he spends half his time typing on a laptop
he'd take occasional breaks to wrap both his arms around you and squeeze you tightly
nuzzles in your chest all the time
begs for your clinginess in a more subtle manner, like nudging you with his head, poking your side so you feel a ticklish sensation, press his lips against your shoulder and all that
buys you one of those socks with bunny ear magnets that connect when you're near each other so he has an excuse to cling onto you too
challenges you on who will be more affectionate with the other one (you always win)
gets so attached to you that he even sits on the toilet while you shower, spilling tea with you
likes to wrap you like a burrito in a blanket and then hug you
on days when he's feeling lazy, he'd let you lay onto him while letting out all the affection you have for him
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The morning sunlight crept through the curtains of the room, illuminating your soft features as you were soundly asleep. Kokonoi, on the other hand, had already woken up and was admiring the way your face was squished under your palm, his smile not leaving his face.
His hands were caressing your sides, body barely covered from the thin sheets loosely wrapped around your thighs. He pulled your body closer to his by your hips, earning a groan from you as you absentmindedly wrapped your hands around him.
He had to get up, but he didn't want to. Kokonoi wanted to cherish the last remaining minutes he had with you before getting ready for work. His body felt heavy, and he barely even lifted his head up before his torso following.
As he was about to get up from the bed, he felt two hands wrap around his waist. He whipped his head back, just to see you holding him, murmuring something under your sleepy breath.
-Stay...-you whined out, tightening the grip on his waist
Kokonoi giggled, caressing your head and playing with a strand that was right in front of your face. This sight made him want to melt into the mattress and never get up from it with you next to him. He placed a smooch on your cheek, holding his lips on your soft skin for a bit longer.
-Can't, I got work to do, or Mikey will kill me, you know?
-Hmph..-you hummed like a child and turned around, covering your head with the sheet
You felt two hands suddenly pull you closer by your hips, earning another hum from you. Your head turned around to get a glimpse of your lover looking at you with sultry eyes.
-Maybe I can stay for a bit longer, just so my princess gets her ample amount of morning kisses.
You smiled and turned around to face him, cupping his face and commencing a kissy battle with him.
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rindou↷
sulky babyboy and i mean it
doesn't like pda, and would often tell you to hold your horses at least when he's outside or with other bonten members
if you insist on being all clingy with him, he still wouldn't push you away, ever. he loathes seeing you upset from not hugging him
rindou yearns for your touch, especially after he's home from a long, tiring day. your arms around him relaxes him in an instant
he'd just sit there, arms crossed while letting you squish his cheeks, kiss his entire face and throw yourself onto him
has tons of videos on his phone of you biting his arms, blurry pictures and videos of you approaching him with your hands open and etc.
enjoys banters, a lot. he'd deffo try and restrain you with his hands while you fight for your life to let yourself go, saying you're being "too clingy and need to be restrained" (Affectionately)
sometimes he'd pretend to wipe off the kisses you give him and will giggle at your offended gasps
he always falls asleep between your thighs first, then proceeds to lazily crawl next to you and hug you
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Your lover couldn't cease the loud laughter coming from his mouth when he managed to annoy you for the third time this afternoon.
You were sulking, arms and legs crossed as you sat on the couch, staring into the TV screen like a toddler who got refused an ice popsicle.
Rindou took his time to calm his laughter down and ease his stomach. The view of you like this made him melt, he found you more than just adorable. You however, had a hard time sharing such feelings.
You wanted to cuddle him, and practically latched onto him like a leech, but he had other plans for today. He annoyed the shit out of you with sly remarks and even trying to jokingly push you away, which didn't earn a pleasant reaction from you.
After some time, he approached the couch and placed his head onto your lap, still grinning like an idiot while looking up at you.
-Aw c'mon, don't be sulky, Y/n. I was joking. -he said in between his giggles
You let out a "humph" and turned your head around, trying to scoot away a little so his head plops onto the couch. Rin sat properly on the couch and placed you to sit in between his legs, kissing your neck.
-...your jokes aren't funny, Rin. Apologize to me now, or I won't hug you today.
He rolled his eyes at this, but he couldn't deny that he'd rather sink in a pile of horse shit than deprive himself from your hugs because of his stubbornness.
-I'm sorry, baby. You know I love you and your hugs, right? -he spoke softly, nuzzling his head in your neck
-I know you do, so who am I to deprive you from them? -you chuckled, caressing his cheek
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songmingisthighs · 8 months
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Genesis
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ch. xiii - lamazda
fashion mogul!mingi × reader
buy me coffee ?
things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.
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It was truly a great day for Mingi.
The weather was perfect, he got enough rest, and best of all, he was cleared to return to work.
Mingi was giddy to be back in the office, it was obvious from the spring in his steps and the happy expression on his face. He didn't even care that people were watching him, he was just glad to be welcomed by the familiar smell of the lobby and the hustle and bustle of people all around. But even then, he was so wrapped up in his own personal feelings that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings.
As per usual, he would tap his employee lanyard onto the automatic gate and waited for the monitor to tell him which elevator to get on. He looked down at his hands to look at the champagne bottle he brought. He was feeling so good that he couldn't stop smiling and patting himself on the back mentally about the good decision he made.
Unlike a lot of people he knows, Mingi absolutely loves his job because he's passionate about it and he's so good at it. Since he was a child, he knew that he wanted to do something whimsical as a career and despite the bullying and teasing he got when he told people what he wanted to be, he went for it and actually made a name for himself. So it was actually very understandable why Mingi got so upset when he was told that he shouldn't come to work for his own safety. It was pure torture for him to be in such a position. No matter how much he was assured that he was going to be kept in the loop by his superior, Mingi would still rather do things on his own, be hands-on if you will.
With each step Mingi took, closer and closer to his office (well, technically the elevator that will take him to his office floor), he felt his excitement grow so big that it was as if his heart was going to explode out of his chest. It was as if the struggles of coming to the office were forgotten, he suddenly had no problem having to wear a disguise to just simply go from one place to the other. And sure, he had to submit some return forms to HR first before he could even go back to REALLY working, but it was no problem for him, it wouldn't even take long. The thought made him cringe because he realized he sounded like a massive dweebus. "God, do I need to get a life?" he asked himself.
"Excuse me?"
Mingi jumped at the sound from his side, not realizing that there was a person also waiting for the elevator. The woman looked up at him with curiosity, "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" She asked. Mingi immediately palmed his face and shook his head in embarrassment because he so totally did not mean to engage with anyone. "S-sorry, I talk to myself sometimes and I did not realize that you were next to me, I am so sorry for that," he rambled. The woman could only blink in confusion and turned to look forward, waiting for the elevator whilst muttering "Okay then" to no one.
Focus, life, and social awareness. Those were the things Mingi needed to get. Top of his damn list.
When the elevator arrived, Mingi hesitated to get in for a moment, but really what was the point of avoiding the possibility of having more embarrassing situations to the woman he's probably never gonna meet again? So he simply took a deep breath and walked in, catching a glimpse of the woman's face more clearly as his head was not clouded by shame.
Once the doors closed, Mingi's eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly, sensing familiarity in the woman sharing the same space. As he was standing with his back against the elevator wall, he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on the woman. There was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. Had you two met before? Mingi tried racking his brain, free-associating with names of people he knew or popular names and hoping that one would stick. He was damn sure that he had seen her before and maybe had even talked to her before. Mingi was the type to never forget a face but ALWAYS forget the name and the place they met. His thoughts ran 200 miles an hour, trying to crack who the woman is because there is no way they met at a fashion event because the magazine is the only fashion-related company in the building so they couldn't be co-workers. He didn't frequent the cafe in the lobby so there is no way they talked there. For some reason, the word 'bunny' kept ringing in his head but he had never been to any place that has bunnies in it. Except for the bunny cafe San dragged him to but that was in high school and Mingi's recognition isn't that great. His eyes kept searching for more clues before it dropped to her bag.
"Oh my God," he choked out, catching the attention of the woman who instinctively turned to look at Mingi. "Excuse me?" she couldn't believe that she fell for him talking to himself twice which she was wrong about because Mingi really was talking to her. "I know you," Mingi said, pushing himself off the elevator wall to take a step closer, making the woman lean backwards slightly. "I... Don't think we have, stranger, I don't know who you are," she chuckled awkwardly. But Mingi was persistent. He shook his head adamantly and grinned widely, "No, we totally know each other. We met at the bar a month ago."
Immediately, at the mention of the bar, your eyes widened and the grip you had on your bag tightened. Just your luck, meeting your baby's dad in the one place you didn't expect to meet him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you tried to turn your face around but Mingi took a step away but slightly in front of you, "You do know me, you remembered that we-"
Before Mingi could continue his words, the elevator let out a 'ding' which indicated that they have arrived on a floor. The sound caused Mingi to look up to check whether they were on their floor only to find out that it was not, it was floor 17. You took his being distracted as an opportunity to push him back into the elevator and ran out, causing Mingi to slightly stumble and let out an 'oof'. "Hey, wait!" Mingi called out, mindlessly trying to follow after your figure that had already run down the hall before taking a left at the end of the hallway. But the elevator door had begun to close and he was not about to be injured on his first day back. So he groaned in disappointment and leaned his head on the closed door with closed eyes, not believing that he lost the person whom he had been looking for. And frankly not believing that he found her when he was not even trying, maybe he could brag about that to his friends who had been trying to search for her this whole time. At least now Mingi knows that they work in the same building, he might be able to find out who she is and which office she worked at.
When Mingi opened his eyes, he saw something on the floor that he had not realized before. He reached down and took the item, examining its seemingly blank appearance before turning it around and seeing something written on it. His initial disappointment immediately dissolved as he realized that he was now in possession of a clue that could help him find that woman again.
Truly, it was a great day for Mingi.
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wri0thesley · 7 months
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Heya Nat! I just finished Act 1 of the Fontaine quest (I’m a little behind rip) and all I can think about is n-neuvillette 😳 oh to be a shy, sweet thing working as a maid. He doesn’t mind you cleaning his office when he’s in it looking at paperwork. He finds your fluttering around, the gentle sounds of you dusting his shelves, very soothing to hear (and your chubby body in that outfit of lace and frills to be quite the sight - he swears Furina had yours altered to be a lot shorter and revealing than the standard maid uniform).
OR OR if we’re going the yandere route…oh to be a mild mannered Fontaine citizen whose fiancé has just been accused of a heinous crime. They would never, you plead to Chief Justice Neuvillette, peering pitifully up at him with tears crystallizing in your pretty eyes. But the evidence is stacked against your beloved, and all you can do is wail and fall to your knees as they are taken away in handcuffs. You hear the tap of a cane and feel a hand card through your hair. Oh, poor thing, Neuvillette thinks. You’re all alone now and most of Fontaine thinks that you too had something to do with the crime, given how passionately you defended your beloved in court. Not to worry, Monsieur Neuvillette will take care of you in your fiancé’s stead…
AHHHHHHHH long haired, pretty, (possibly) dragon man who is a bit socially awkward makes me go brrrrrrrrrrr
neuvillette is truly made (heh!) for a maid reader . . . ahhh!! i am SO excited to find out more about him next patch and really get a grip on him so i can write a bit more for him, because oh the maid reader brainrot and the idea of him as a yandere... corrupter of justice!!! his morals are strong and he wants nothing but justice, of course, but perhaps his morals could be swayed if he simply . . . rewrote the series of events in his head. if he made enough excuses. it is worth the brief flare of disquiet in the back of his brain for how it feels to place a comforting arm about your shoulder, to have you look up at him with your eyes glimmering wet with tears like he is a rescuer and not the orchestrator of your misery . . . waaaa
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jl-micasea-fics · 2 months
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hi!! i've been reading FST and honestly i am absolutely in love with your writing style, your amazing ability to create tension and ALWAYS having me completely hooked and at the edge of my seat, all that in a limited amount of words. Must be a challenge, but you are definitely doing such an amazing job I've read a few of your works and honestly i am SO in love, seriously. It's just a question that popped up in my head but which one of your works is your favourite? Or more like which one did you enjoy writing the most? What about the most 'difficult' one? I'd love to know your thoughts
sending you lots of love, you're an inspiration xx
Hello sweet pea. This is all so lovely of you to say, I'm so touched and equally as glad you're able to enjoy my stories ☺️🩷
I don't have a single firm favourite among those I've written. I wouldn't have written them if I didn't love them all for different reasons. In that respect it's definitely easier to tell you which I enjoyed writing most, and that has to be The Guy Next Door, closely followed by Saviour, then probably Sanguis Limerence. All for different reasons.
TGND was v much a passion project born from my love of the movie, which I genderbent. Turned out that the movie hadn't aged all that well, so there was much that I changed, but telling the story of a young lady trapped in an abusive home that's saved by her incredible friends and a heartthrob similarly trapped, albeit in difficult circumstances, was amazingly cathartic. I loved it.
Saviour was born from my minor (👀) obsession w post-apocalyptic universes, specifically zombies. It started as an excuse for me to try my hand at the genre, and became something that I utterly fell in love with, and not for my enjoyment of the world I built, but bc of the characters. Including all of skz in a single fic is not an easy task, as any writer who has attempted it will tell you, but I found they wrote themselves into their roles. They ended up fleshing out so well and I'm immensely proud of it.
Sanguis Limerence is tinged w both delight and regret for me— I have fond memories of writing it and of the time of its release, when interaction was high and readers were excited about it. It really landed better than I ever could have imagined. So much so that it propelled me into building something bigger—eight individual 'novellas' and a 40-odd chapter sequel to the first 'novel'— but as I discovered when the hype died down and I was left alone with it, it turned out to be bigger than I could handle. I still adore the world and the story and the characters, Chan and Minho especially, and love talking about it. It's very special to me, and I hope to others. I battle w wanting to revisit and rework it all the time. Maybe one day I will.
To answer which was the most difficult — anyone that's been here a while will tell you that Loveless was really an uphill battle 😅 I loved the dystopian world and lore so much and wanted so badly to do right by it, but I really struggled. I still don't know whether the reason was simply due to that time of my life being bad for writing or if it was in any part the story's fault. Maybe I just lost interest but felt obligated to push through. Nonetheless I got there in the end, and was satisfied with how it ended.
Freak Show Talk was also incredibly hard work. If you're reading my other stuff you'll surely notice the plain differences in style, but it was a challenge I issued myself and I am, ultimately, very pleased with how its gone. Plot nightmare tangents aside, it truly forced me to pay attention to the words I used and the way I used them, which one might think is easy to do when storytelling, but for me it's easier to go off on prose tangents that ultimately add no value. I waffle. A friend of mine that's especially talented at editing/offering valuable feedback said that if something can be said in fewer words than you've used, cut them. Being concise is a skill, and I'm still learning.
Wow. Sorry for how long this ended up being. It's been a while since anyone's asked anything like this. Thank you for engaging and indulging me 🩷
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millyditty · 11 months
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I fucking knew it.
Fucking—
Hori has an Abrams level ability to create fantastic arcs and worlds and setups and then… makes the “surprise reveal” so unsatisfying to me by the time he finally gets to actually playing it off that it pisses me off more than it would for him to not do it at all.
It’s such a rare and infuriating gift, this is why this is one of my favorite universes and also WHY I CANT HAVE NICE THINGS Y U WASTE MY TIME WITH WORST REDEMPTION ARC OF ALL TIME this is like All My Children all over again, Endeavor’s arc is the Babe Carey storyline all over again, I am so asdfghjkl;
I cannot trust him with the concepts that he is using in the text even though HE IS SO GOOD AT SO MUCH OF THE ACTUAL SETUP OF THE STORY
Asdfghjkl; I have not been so passionate and frustrated and excited and frustrated all at once in years
Finally I am getting pay off and also have been forcefed ENDEAVOR’s father died IT WAS SO TRAGIC I WILL SIMPLY THROW IT OUT THERE AND USE IT AS EXCUSE INSYEAD LOOK HE WAS JUSY SAD.
Whole entire story is so very good and yet so dumpster fire at once, I need more media that deals with so many aspects of society and power and trauma THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME WANT TO CHEW A TABLE
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solivagant-muse · 1 year
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Ooooo for the lovely Patron – 🌙 🌋 📎 💌 for the OC emoji asks?
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Worry not, artist anon!
And yet again, many thanks as always for the interest of my ocs. 🥺
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
What he wishes is quite abstract and complicated, but I'll try to explain it as simply as possible. In a way, he claims to want to find the "purest form of a romantic, a scholar, an artist." And I mean Romantic in the 'romance period artist' way rather than someone being romantic, but that would be a plus. A like-minded individual in which he can see himself reflected in.
Art for the sake of art.
To become both a student and a mentor for the one worthy of his devotion.
He's honestly willing to do anything to see it come true.
Anything.
Money? Clothing? A house? The latest technology? The love of someone else? You name it.
However, what he truly craves is kinship. Doesn't necessarily have to be romantic or sexual or platonic. He'll take what he can get.
He wants to be, well... a Patron to someone.
🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?
Oh boy, the Patron has the patience of a saint. It would take a LOT to truly make him angry. Multiple of his former muses have attacked him both physically and verbally, broken his gifts, art pieces, letters, some have threatened him, and so on.
He'll always make excuses for his obsession: "They were tired. I scared them. What I sent them was probably too much. I was being too forceful. They are currently at a very delicate state. They don't know what they're doing. It's okay."
However, there's only so much a man can take before he snaps if their onslaught continues.
Something he absolutely hates is someone being ungrateful or not being passionate about what they love or are talented at. Also people making fun of art styles they "don't like or understand".
📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.
He owns a gramophone and a typewriter.
He's ambidextrous as well.
💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?
Oh, he adores receiving and giving love letters~
Makes him feel like his muse and him are in a secret relationship in which it would be too risky to expose it lest they'll be separated forever.
Depending on how his muse reacts, his "love letters" will change.
If you keep your distance because who is this freak writing you all these love letters? Then he'll hold off on the pet names and will instead focus on complimenting your talents (sculpting, writing, painting, sewing, glass-work, etc) and how excited he is whenever you share your creations. It almost feels more like a business proposal than a love letter.
If you are rude and vulgar, tell him to back off and insult him constantly? Well... he'll probably be passive-aggressive as hell. His notes will be flirty because, in a way, he finds your fear endearing and entertaining to witness. He is still a sadist deep down. He'll finish his letters with an ominous: "You'll change your mind soon enough. I know you will. Your (insert any type of mean insult you used on him), The Patron."
Now, if you seem interested and play along with him? "Oh darling, you have no idea how my heart flutters and sings, much like how a caged bird would if they were to taste freedom for the first time. Whenever I am graced with yet another reply of yours, my hands shake as I read every word you so lovingly crafted for me and me alone. Please tell me of all your plans, your ideas, and your future projects, and in turn, I will share mine and shall help you in whatever you need, my dear. You are always in my thoughts. Yours truly, The Patron."
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I look forward to not caring whether I get the opportunity to make amends. It's sad only at this particular juncture; because by the time you no longer care is when they feel like reaching out..and by then, your attention & motivation has moved on elsewhere. Today, I bravely put one of my theories to the test. I drove without any glasses or contacts. I safely got to & from. I was living out - beyond excitedly - the very thing I wanted to share with him. I later found myself giving opportunities to those who I know were in a similar situation to mine, wishing he could be as open & willing. Perhaps it was selfish & self-destructive of me to do, or perhaps it was all meant to teach me to continue to be what I wish to see in the world. I know I could help him immensely..I know I could bring the complete opposite of what I used to bring to him. I know I could leave him a much better place than I had. The thing is, it's not up to me whether he chooses to accept that or not. I think what I feel most is disappointment in how differently we evolved. It used to feel like we were on the same levels..& it's what made him appear unique to me; but as I watch him too consumed in fear, wary of good things, holding himself back, knowing I did everything I possibly could to ease his concerns - I no longer can feel any blame about my old self & use that as an excuse for what I'm seeing. Instead, I'm faced with the seemingly harsh reality that one of us evolved immensely & the other didn't. I wanted it too badly. I always was like that with him. S. is here because of him. I wanted him to evolve with me, but that just didn't happen. Before, I blamed myself, but after literally doing everything I possibly could, without crossing too many boundaries, I simply can't blame myself..and that forces me to have to accept, that if he ever does get the courage or motivation to have a better life, to accept help, to accept love, it won't be like it would be today. See, today, I'm unfettered and super excited about the entire idea..but I know I'm evolving & in wanting it as badly as I want, I'm in my own way...so eventually it will be let go & the excitement will go with it. Would I be able to help the same after? I truly don't know, but have the feeling that I probably wouldn't, as the excitement & passion to do so, would have long left the building. It's wild. You can be the closest possible with a person, & the Ego's resistance, in a simple matter of the human construct of time, can leave you the furthest from that same person. This is like that time he cried about his mother all over again. He had too much doubt & couldn't accept & therefore feel her love. There was a brief moment I almost related; but today, I talk to my mom weekly and visit her with roses..am closer to her than my father, who I live with. This is because I didn't let the resistance & doubt get the best of me. How do you tell a man like him that he's letting the Ego enslave him without making him feel judged or defensive? I feel he's just one of those cases where all you can do is be happy you tried, love always unconditionally from afar, and let go of how you had hoped to totally turn everything around, in the most beautiful direction possible. Thank God I was outside writing this! I was smelling a wood burner, only to realize a small fire had started on my deck! Luckily, I was able to realize and put it out immediately. See? The love I have & want to share can do wonders! Wow 🥹
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a-shared-experience · 2 years
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I don’t think that life is necessarily hard but more so that we aren’t equipped with the tools to respond to it. Some things we have to work diligently at while the rest just sort of aligns and flows to us. This year I truly learned the concept of patience and learned to actively practice it.another way to word it is the art of letting go. We all want what we want but sometimes we’re not ready for it and then gradually and suddenly we are. When I think about the circumstances which have greatly overwhelmed me recently I realize that I’ve lost a great deal of time simply worrying about things that didn’t exist or things which left me highly emotional and I didn’t know how to process or proceed. All I knew was that I was in the wrong place which wasn’t so much a physicality but more a mentality clouded with self doubt and self limitations. I wanted to call in love and fit it into a box of logic- the impossible. I wanted to grow but was afraid I was stuck. A year ago I was presented a chance to chase my dreams and I found excuses to hold off. No no , now isn’t the right time. So I spent a year struggling to maintain that which I had already outgrown, thinking- I’ll make the best of it. It got to the point where my decision to stay small made everything less and less enjoyable and anxiety climbed to septic. When you don’t take the chance you know you’ve failed yourself . An organization reached out to see if I’d manage some events for pride week teaching the LGBTQIA2’s community about safer practices for substance use, sexual health and other high risk behaviours. I sadly had to decline because I wouldn’t be in the city. It was a particularly crabby day and out of frustration I fired back a simple text asking if any positions in healthcare were available because I needed change.
A week later I was sent a job posting for a position that I’ll admit scares me a little.. but the fear when broken down is excitement. It is something I’ve always been incredibly passionate about and in actuality have a lot of knowledge about. It’s exactly what I want and all it took was a 30 second text message . Granted I don’t even have an interview yet but I sort of feel it intuitively and guess what- if my application gets rejected that’s ok too because I belong in that field and the fact that I took action upon it let’s the universe know that I’m ready for forward movement. To level up. I don’t have all the answers, the knowing or even all the qualifications but I am willing to give it my all. I’m equally willing to fail and determined to succeed.
I suppose if I had all the answers it wouldn’t even interest me. If you really think about it - the opportunity wouldn’t present itself if I wasn’t capable or ready. I called to cancel a contract I had knowing it was going to cost me to get out of it and without even asking the rep advised she would waive the fees and wished me a beautiful day. Life is actually quite simple isn’t it - it’s just our emotions , our fears and our patterns which hold us back and complicate things along the way.
If you want something ask yourself why you want, what does it mean to you, how would your life become better, what are you willing to sacrifice for it?
The word sacrifice sounds so a bit hair raising doesn’t it. I’ve learned that all we must give up to gain something more valuable is the very things which make us unhappy or leave us feeling Unsatisfied. You tell the universe by saying it out loud, by falling asleep feeling it, writing it down- that something is missing, something isn’t the way we’d hoped and we long for more, our souls need it - that something - that fuels us. The reason to get out of bed every day, something thought -provoking , thrilling , adventurous and it hears us.
So then it brings you the thing… true love , the perfect job, the house , the kids, whatever your dream…. It gave it to you likely on a silver platter . Out of nowhere, at a time when you weren’t expecting it but merely longing for it . Most of us run from it.
We blindfold ourselves and cling to the past and push away the opportunities we called in. There’s comfort in that for awhile. Everything stays the same , exactly as it’s been for a long time, we coast, we fall asleep next to people that no longer make us laugh or feel special , we groan when our alarm clocks go off and we return home tired and drained and we fight and fight against the current that longs to bring us to our hopes and dreams.
If today - you are overwhelmed, unhappy, dissatisfied, unsure, scared or worried just take a minute and ask yourself what’s true in your heart and take action - allow life’s mysteries to bless you and align you with the right place.
Action doesn’t mean everything will smoothly fall into place or even that your path won’t change. It’s a dose of self confidence, courage , it’s getting in the drivers seat and going after your next adventure. Life will show you the way , the paths which are open to you but it won’t force you down any of them. That’s freedom baby.
You have the freedom to stay small as long as you need which I think it’s comforting but you also have endless opportunities to become more than you could ever have imagined.
Being ready doesn’t mean you’re not also scared it just means you’re ready and brave
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Tinder in Real Life
Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.
The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.
You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.
It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.
As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.
You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.
Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.
He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.
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You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.
"And you've already met Simon." He finished.
"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.
"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.
"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.
"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.
"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.
"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.
Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.
He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.
Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!
You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.
"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.
"No, carry on." Simon laughed.
"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.
"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.
"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.
"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.
"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."
"Always a good start."
"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.
"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter
"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."
"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.
"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."
"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."
"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.
"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.
"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"
"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."
You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.
"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.
"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.
"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.
"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.
"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."
"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.
"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.
"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.
"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.
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You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.
"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."
"Anything for you." You joked.
"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.
"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."
"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.
"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.
"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"
"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.
"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.
"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."
"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."
"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"
"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"
"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.
"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."
"Oh."
"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.
"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.
"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.
"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.
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finelinevogue · 3 years
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omg could you do a fluffy little thing based on your nyc insta request where mc meets fans and they ft harry and it’s just like the world’s glimpse into their relationship 💓
yes let’s do this!! this is short and sweet, but i hope you love it all the same!! ;
You were walking out of Starbucks when a group of girls approached you.
The day was not the nicest in New York, but you had errands to run within the city so you thought you’d get them done when it’s not a brilliant say and save the nicer days to do something fun with Harry. You’d been to the Apple store to fix your phone because it keeps on playing up. You’d been to Gucci to pick up a delivery for Harry. You’d been to the local florist to pick up some flowers for your best friend, since she was feeling under the weather. Finally, you’d just picked yourself up a coffee before you had to head back home.
Unfortunately Harry was at a fitting appointment for his tour outfits, so he couldn’t run errands with you, but he sent your good friend, and bodyguard, Aaron with you to keep you company, but more importantly keep you safe. New York could be absolutely crazy when it came to fans, but even more so when it came to creeps who had no respect for women or boundaries, so having a bodyguard helped keep things calm.
“Hi excuse me, you’re Y/N L/N right?” One of the young girls ask and you instantly knew this was a group of Harry’s fans. The giveaways? One of them had a Fine Line tote bag. One was wearing Harry’s merch. One was wearing a green frog bucket hat that Harry had worn only once.
“I am yes, hi.” You smiled politely at them, holding the warm cup of espresso between your hands. Aaron was stood near you, but not making it look like he was here for security.
“Hi, we noticed you in there a minute ago and just wanted to say hi and that we’re really big fans of you, and obviously Harry, and that we really love you guys.” The one with the tote bag spoke, who was also the one that had introduced them. You guessed that they were the most confident out of all them, because it did take balls to speak to a stranger in the way they did.
“Yeah, you’re both so sweet together and you clearly make each other happy. It’s so lovely to see actually.” The one with the frog bucket hat spoke up next. The one with the Harry merch kept a lot more quiet and you could tell by their body mannerisms that they were very nervous and shy - a lot like you actually. You had been an awful lot like them before you met and then he helped you come out of your shell and experience the world in a much brighter and safer light.
You’d be forever grateful for your boyfriend. Your best friend, Harry.
“Aww that’s so sweet of you all, thank you!” You cupped your hand over your heart in awe of their kindness. Harry’s fans always never failed to surprise you with their passion for love and spreading positivity. You admired people like this in general and it was only made more special when they were inspired by your Harry. “What are your names?”
“Oh i’m Alanna.” The one with the tote bag introduced themselves first, holding out their hand for you to shake which you shook kindly.
“Bethany, or just Beth I don’t really mind!” The one with the frog hat introduced themselves next, receiving a handshake too.
“Love your hat, Beth.” You pointed to it and they smiled excitedly.
“Harry was the inspiration!” Although you already knew that you let Beth have a moment to themselves and be happy over the little anecdote.
“And what’s your name, lovely? I’m Y/N.” You reintroduced yourself to the last girl, wanting them to feel as comfortable as possible with, not only you but, meeting new people.
“Marissa.” They smiled and shook your hand willingly.
“Oh I love that name! My aunt is called Marissa, but she goes by Mar though.” You told them the most useless bit of information just to make them feel that bit more at ease.
“People call me Mar too.” They smiled brightly and you felt like you might have cracked through even just a portion of their shell.
“Well, can I call you Mar then?”
“Yeah!”
“Cool! So you guys from New York or..” You asked, looking at all the shopping bags they carried. They’d been to all the shops you once could only just about afford, now you were lucky enough to be able to shop in the places you only ever window shopped in.
“We’re from New Jersey but just came shopping for the day.” Alanna explained. “Never expected to run into you though so that’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah, definitely made my day!” Beth added, smiling brightly.
“Well I can only apologise that i’m not Harry or he’s not with me. He’s currently at tour fittings.” You explained and they told you not to worry about being sorry. You had a brilliant idea though.
“No, seeing you is so amazing Y/N!”
“Yeah, you’re Mar’s fashion inspiration!” Mar blushed, as their friends exposed them for being such a huge fan of yours. It helped explain why they were so nervous in front of you too.
“I’m honoured.” You laughed and pulled you phone out of your pocket, hoping to run with your great idea. You prayed it worked. “Just one second.” You held up your finger to them and they just nodded eagerly, sort of hoping that you were doing what they thought you might be doing.
You opened your phone and clicked on your most recent contact. The familiar beeping of a face-time ring rang through the air surrounding you.
“Hello my favourite human being. What’s up? You okay?” Harry’s golden face came up on the screen, your face high up in the corner. He looked so pretty. He was in his brown Gucci coat and had his hair all ruffled from where he’d washed it this morning but not dried it. His hair went crazy when he didn’t intentionally tame it - a bit like yours. You admired his worry for you, smiling as he kissed his camera as if to virtually kiss you.
“Hello my favourite boyfriend.” You teased him. You often greeted him like this and it always made him smile, just at how playful you were being. “I’m doing good, miss you though.”
“Miss you always babe.”
“You free?” You asked, looking briefly to the girls who were all grinning wildly. They were so excited and it made you chuckle, which caught Harry’s attention.
“I am yeah, why? What’re you laughing at? Better not be some hot celebrity you’ve accidentally bumped into.” He rolled his eyes, letting the jealousy get the better of him. You smiled and returned your attention back to your beautiful boyfriend.
“No, there’s no hot celebrity in my presence except from you baby.” That made him beam with happiness and blush with love.
“To what do I owe your beautiful face calling me then?” Harry asked, taking note of your background to recognise that you were still in the city.
You turned the camera towards your new friends, you in the bottom of the picture and them in the top above you. They were huddling together and waving towards the screen. Mar had tears in their eyes and Beth had their hand over their mouth in shock that this was actually happening.
“Met some lovely people who deserved a special hello from you.” You explained to him simply.
“Hello!” Harry stressed the ‘o’ making it sound more like hell-oo. He was so socially awkward greeting people over face-time, but he made it seem so easy nevertheless. He never wanted his fans to feel awkward or unsafe so he had to be as socially brave as he could.
“We have Alanna, Beth and Mar. They’re so kind and Mar says i’m their fashion inspiration.” You winked at Harry, understanding where Mar was coming from because Harry takes fashion inspiration from you regularly too.
“Which one’s Mar?” He asked you and you pointed the best you could to the girl wearing his merch.
“Um pretty sure Mar’s wearing my merch babe! Are y’sure they said you were their inspiration?” He laughed, which made Mar laugh and you were really happy to see that.
“No I did say that.” Mar backed you up, which earned a fist bump between the two of you and you sticking your tongue out to Harry.
“Yes bestie!” You laughed, knowing that was the language Harry’s fans used with one another. Not that you were on stan twitter or anything…
“Sorry if Y/Ns causing any trouble for you lot, believe me she’s quite the bloody handful!” Harry joked, making you scoff and then laugh at how rude he was being. You knew it was all a joke and a front, but he was so cheeky to be so playful in front of people he’d just met.
“Oi y’wanker. Sorry about him.” You apologised on behalf of Harry for no reason whatsoever.
“Harry?” Alanna spoke his name and he dedicated his attention from you to them.
“Hello? Alanna was it?”
“Hi, yes, Um, I just want to say that i’m really proud of you and all your achievements. I think you’re an absolute treasure and we all love you so much.”
Before Harry could get a word in they each continued to add onto Alanna’s praise. Harry started blushing, never being very good at taking praise. On the other hand, giving praise, he was remarkably good at - you could vouch for that.
“Yeah Harry your music is second to none and it’s really been such a blessing to be a fan of yours. You’re ridiculously talented.”
Mar was last to speak and although they didn’t say much, their words held gravity and were clearly very important to them. Maybe that’s why Harry appreciated Mar’s words the most.
“Thank you, Harry.” Was all was said, but it was enough for Harry to clear his throat so he didn’t start crying in front of these people. He didn’t need stories getting out of how he got all weepy because of some sentimental things his fans said, God the papers would twist that story a thousand different ways - and none of them good.
Harry kept the conversation with them for a little while longer until Harry announced he had to go back to his fittings. After they’d each said their goodbyes to both you and Harry, and even Aaron, they quickly asked whether they could post any of the photos they took from today - to which you and Harry were both completely fine with. The three of them then walked off and waved back to you, you waving too. You smiled so brightly, feeling so full of joy from meeting such wonderful young women. Not all Harry fans were that nice, so you were glad that those were the ones you had the pleasure of meeting. You turned your attention back to your loving boyfriend who was already looking at you - with so much love in his eyes you thought they’d turned heart shaped for a moment.
“What?” You asked, smirking at his cheeky face which gave you a belly full of butterflies.
“You’re just so amazing, d’you know that?”
“Oh stop being so soft i’m going to bloody cry otherwise.” You turned your head away for a moment to catch the tears before they could form, only to look back at him and he had his eyebrows raised as if he already knew that you were on your way to crying. “Shut up, you.”
“I’m sorry, y’too cute not to torment. Alright call me when you get back home safely babe, alright?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him, he laughed at your childishness but knew that he only meant well for you.
“Okay. I love you, baby.” You kissed your front camera as a signal of goodbye that you did every time.
“Love you so much. Bye, bye, byeee.” He kissed his camera every time he said bye and you laughed at him before ending the call. God you loved him so much. Now all you wanted to do was get home and have a warm bath with your loving boyfriend and, little did you know, soon-to-be fiancé.
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queenshelby · 3 years
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ME AND THE DEVIL – PART ONE
Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Reader
Words: 3555
Warning: Smut, Abuse 
Notes: This is fiction and not historically accurate. It plays somewhere in the middle of Season 5, after Tommy met Oswald Mosley and became affiliated with him but before he planned to assassinate him.
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You were the oldest daughter of the chief of police in London and married to Oswald Mosley. The marriage between you and Oswald was arranged by your father who was supporting Mosley’s fascist movement.
Your husband was abusive and disrespectful towards you. You despised him and his fascist views. Luckily for you, he didn’t involve you in many political events. You were only obliged to attend functions with him where it benefitted him and his party.
You were aware that he was expanding his party but you didn’t involve yourself with politics, at least so it seemed. You knew that the fascist movement was dangerous and you hoped that, one day, your husband would pay for his sins.
You were not allowed to work, but you were allowed to volunteer at the local orphanage and soup kitchen. As the wife of Oswald Mosley, this was beneficial for his political campaign so he didn’t intervene. Little did he know that this was where you would meet one of his enemies.
Just so it happened that, on a Thursday evening when you were volunteering at the orphanage, you met a mysterious stranger.
Dressed in a comfortable but elegant dress, you unpacked several toys that were delivered from the Womens Association of Birmingham for the children at the orphanage.
The children were excited and you could barely keep up with their demand. Their excitement was overwhelming and their eyes lit up as they took the toys from your hands. It wasn’t often that they received brand new toys and you took joy simply in seeing their excitement. You wanted children of your own, but not with your husband. He wasn’t capable to be a good father and you were glad that, despite numerous attempts, you didn’t conceive.
After years, he told you that you were worthless, not being able to give him a child. But you were somewhat grateful for it. It also meant that he no longer bothered to force you to sleep with him, which never was pleasurable in any sort of way. You were pleased to learn that, after years of abuse, he found whores to be of more interest to him than you.
The work at the orphanage took you away from your miserable life. Working with children was pure joy for you and gave you the courage to inform on your husband to the communist partry. You did it for them, so that they can grow up in a world free from oppression. Your husband was the devil and you knew that very well.
Just as you went to get the last box of toys from the van, a man approached you from behind.
‘Please, let me help you with this’ the man said, taking the heavy box from your hands. He could see that you were struggling with its weight. After all, you were of small statue.
‘Thank you, Mr…’ you said in a way you would usually ask a question.
‘Shelby. Thomas Shelby’ the man said as he walked inside with you.
You showed him where to place the box so that you could unpack it as, all of a sudden, one of the nuns from the orphanage walked towards you from the hallway.
‘Please, Mr Shelby, you do not need to do this’ the nun said with a hasty voice.
‘But it’s my pleasure’ Tommy said as he opened the box and helped you unpack it.
‘Thank you’ you said with a shy smile as you couldn’t help it but stare into his bright blue eyes.
‘No thank you for the work you are doing here Y/N. It is admirable’ Tommy said with a warm smile.
‘I take joy in it’ you said before asking him how he knew your name.
Your question caused Tommy to point to your name tag.
You flushed immediately. Of course, he can read.
‘Very informal’ Tommy said as he observed that the name tag only had your first name on it.
‘Well, I like to be the children’s friend. I am not one of the mistresses or teachers here. I simply volunteer’ you said whilst, the truth was, you were embarrassed of who you were. Y/N Mosley, the wife of a fascist. Of course, you weren’t going to tell him that.
‘We need more kind hearted people like you in a world like this Y/N’ Tommy said as he unpacked the last toy from the box.
‘Please, you make me blush Mr Shelby’ you said shyly while looking up into his piercing blue eyes again.
He was much older than you, probably the same age as your husband, but he was incredibly attractive. Unlike your husband, he appeared kind hearted in his own way.
‘My apologies, it wasn’t my attention to make you uncomfortable’ Tommy said with a smile.
‘It’s quite alright Mr Shelby. Thank you again for helping with this’ you said as you were wondering why he was at the orphanage.
‘Tell me, why are you here? What is your business?’ you asked with curiosity.
‘I am having a meeting with Miss Walsh at 4 o’clock to discuss the funding of the new library for the orphanage. As you know, the orphanage has the facility on site. It’s unused and will need to be fenced. And of course, we will need books’ Tommy said. You could hear the passion in his voice for the project.
‘Are you funding it?’ you asked bluntly.
‘My late wife’s charity is. She cared deeply for children who were abandoned or lost their parents in the war’ Tommy explained.
‘She seemed like a wonderful woman and I am sorry for your loss Mr Shelby’ you said.
‘She was and thank you for your kind words Y/N’ Tommy said.
‘May I offer you a tea? Just while you wait for Miss Walsh?’ you asked.
Tommy agreed and you sat down in the reading room for 15 minutes before Miss Walsh arrived.
You enjoyed your conversation with Tommy. He seemed like a smart man, elegant, firm and yet kind hearted.
The conversations you had were mostly about the orphanage and plans for the education of the children. You loved to read and you liked the idea of a library. You shared ideas for fundraisers and it was evident to you that Tommy was intrigued by you. His eyes wandered everywhere, from your face, down to your hands, which is where he noticed your wedding ring.
‘You are married. Do you and your husband have children?’ Tommy asked.
‘No, we do not. How about you Mr Shelby?’ you asked.
‘A son and a daughter’ Tommy said.
‘Then you are lucky’ you responded just as Miss Walsh arrived.
You said goodbye to Tommy and, just as he was about to leave with Miss Walsh, he asked you whether you would be interested to help with the establishment of the library since you were familiar with literature.
You were surprised that a man like him would personally involve himself with a project like this. It was more common for rich men to simply provide the funds. But, he seemed to care for this particular project, so you agreed.
A few weeks after your encounter with Tommy, the books arrived and you volunteered to sort them and arrange the library for the children.
Tommy came by one afternoon to see how the project came along and offered you his assistance. But most of the time it was his sister Ada who attended the library to catalogue the books with you.
She was a kind woman, socially aware and most defiantly in favour of the communist movement.
Despite your numerous discussions about politics, Ada never thought to mention that her brother Tommy was a politician himself. In fact, she didn’t like to speak about him at all.
Another week later, you were surprised to see Tommy at the library at lunch time.
‘Good Afternoon Y/N’ Tommy said as he brought in another box of books.
‘Mr Shelby, I am surprised to see you’ you said. This was your third encounter with Tommy and you were pleased to see him. You were intrigued by him.
‘I thought you could use some help since my sister is busy with errands today’ Tommy said.
‘So, you came here to help me catalogue books?’ you said sheepishly.
‘Making appearances Y/N, that’s all’ he said as he began to unpack the books.
‘Thank you, Mr Shelby, but…’ you said and before you could continue, Tommy interrupted you.
‘Please, just call me Tommy’ he said as he handed you the books.
You climbed up the ladder to put them onto the higher shelves just as Tommy advised you that, the truth was, that he had meeting with Miss Walsh again but that he set aside some time for the library beforehand.
Tommy and you talked for a while as you shelved the books. You noticed his eyes gaze over you again on several occasions in particular when you stepped up the ladder. He was clearly looking at your ass, possibly even your underwear, but you didn’t mind.
Every time you came down from the ladder, he stood uncomfortably close to you, so close that you could smell the scent of his aftershave. It smelled like musk and he was clearly chewing mint, probably to hide the smell of the cigarettes.
He was handsome, very handsome and the look he gave you every time he handed you more books from the table was intense. A look of want and desire. Or were you imagining it?
Unfortunately, your encounter with him only lasted for about thirty minutes before he had to excuse himself in order to meet with Miss Walsh.
You said goodbye to Tommy with a warm smile and received a smile in return.
Just after he left, you went on with cataloguing the books. It was a slow process and you were the only volunteer on duty that day. Your husband approved. Doing community service was beneficial to his party and political goals. It shows that him and his family care for the community.
But you simply did it because you felt it was right and gave you a purpose.
You spent nearly every day at the library and almost all books were catalogued.
After another half an hour, you had one more box to shelf for the day. You were focused, your mind entirely with the books.
To your surprise, just as you stepped down from the ladder to grab more books for the top shelf, your face was just above Tommy’s face. You couldn’t believe that he was there. You never heard him come back.
‘How long have you been standing there?’ you asked as your foot touched the floor.
‘A few minutes, just enough to admire the view’ he said sheepishly and you weren’t sure whether to smack or kiss him.
But, before you could make up your mind, he leaned in and took the kiss he’s been desperate for since the moment you’ve met.
The kiss was gentle at first, brushing his lips against yours a couple of times, then locking them together in a haste, allowing your tongues to explore each other.
You had never been kissed this way before and gave into him completely.
Your mind told you to stop, to push him away. You didn’t know this man and if your husband was to find out, it would be detrimental for the both of you.
But in your heart, you wanted this so badly. This and so much more.
As your tongues played with each other, coyly at first, then like long-lost lovers, Tommy’s hands ran over your back all the way down to your ass.
His lips tasted sweet and his hands sent shivers through your body.
Without breaking the kiss, Tommy’s hands wandered beneath your skirt, gently and passionately.
‘Not here. The reading area’ you whispered just after you broke away from the kiss.
Tommy nodded just before he planted his mouth just above your clavicle.
While planting gentle kisses over you, Tommy navigated to one of the long desks in the reading area.
He was so gentle, a feeling that was unfamiliar to you. Despite the fact that you barely knew him, you somehow trusted him and wanted him.
Just as your back hit the desk, Tommy lifted you up to sit on it before gently pushing your legs apart.
He moved in between your legs while continuing to kiss you. His skilled fingers began unbuttoning your white blouse, revealing your lace bra.
No words were spoken as Tommy ran his index fingers down the inside of the straps of your bra, over the edges of the cups, then down your cleavage, all while gazing his eyes over your body.
He kept this tease up until you got impatient. Your breathing became heavy as he pulled the bra down, freeing your breasts. Your areolas were covered in goosebumps and your nipples were puffed up. The reading lamp lit all your curves in titillating contrast and you could that Tommy enjoyed what he was seeing.
Not ever had a man looked at you with such desire. You only ever been with one man, your husband, and this was new territory. You actually enjoyed yourself and were feeling guilty about it.
‘So beautiful’ Tommy whispered just before his lips kissed, licked and sucked their way to your stiff nubs on your breasts.
His hands cupped, squeezed and kneaded your smooth flesh and you moaned deeply and gripped the edge of the desk behind you.
Tommy flicked the tip of his tongue across your nipple before nibbling naughtily around it. Not ever had anyone paid such attention to your breasts and you started to feel something that was unfamiliar to you.
You could feel a tingling sensation build up in between your legs and your lace panties were getting wet.
Just as Tommy continued to stimulate your breasts, you gasped and threw your head back as his teeth ever-so-gently brushed up against your nubs again.
Tommy’s hands soon moved from your breasts down beneath your skirt, brushing over the inside of your thighs.
You pushed your legs together for a moment, unsure whether to give in or not.
You despised being touched there by your husband but this was actually enjoyable.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ Tommy asked, noticing your reluctance.
‘No, please don’t’ you said as you decided to let him proceed, opening your legs again.
You were slightly embarrassed by the wetness pooling in between your legs but, to your surprise, Tommy seemed pleased with it.
‘You are so wet Love’ he smirked as his fingers finally brushed over your panties just before he crashed his lips back onto yours.
You moaned into the kiss as his fingers pulled aside your panties and you could feel his finger tips roam over your entrance.
You tried hard to relax as Tommy’s fingers ran up and down your slit and started spread your juices.
He teased your entrance, just slipping in a single finger and only to his first knuckle.
This must be what foreplay was all about you thought as you kept giving in to your moans.
‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more and, just like that, Tommy suddenly bit your neck gently while plunging his finger deep inside you.
Your moans turned to a gasp and a whimper as pleasure flooded your senses. You knew that Tommy had just left a hickey and, whilst you should be concerned, it just made you even wetter.
Tommy kept kissing and biting your neck as he added another finger inside of you and explored you with his fingers. The tip of his finger found many crevices but, unbeknownst to you, he was searching for your g-spot.
‘Fuck, oh god’ you screamed all of a sudden as Tommy’s fingers pressed upwards, earning you smirk from Tommy.
He had just found what he was looking for and, based on your reaction, it was evident to him that he was the first to have found your sweet spot.
Just as he relieved the pressure inside you, he pushed his fingers up again, and again, each time causing you to moan loudly.
‘Shh Love, one of the nuns might hear you’ Tommy whispered sheepishly just as he pulled his fingers out of you.
All these sensations were unfamiliar to you.
‘Please don’t stop’ you pleaded. It felt so good.
Tommy pulled you close for another kiss to shallow your moans before slipping his fingers back inside of you.
His fingers began to push against your g-spot again, running smooth circles and stimulating it just the right way. You were panting. It was ecstasy and you could feel an unfamiliar tension build up in your stomach.
‘I am going to make you come now Love. Try to be quiet’ Tommy said and you had literally no idea what he was talking about until, all of a sudden, he pushed into you with more force.
Your whimpers soon turned into shouts and you clenched onto Tommy’s arms firmly.
It wasn’t long until Tommy could feel your walls tighten around his two fingers.
‘Oh my god’ you moaned before you held your breath, not knowing what was happening to you as you felt your orgasm roll through your body.
‘That's it Love’ Tommy said satisfied as he continued to stimulate you.
You gasped as electricity shot up and down your spine while Tommy kissed you again to soften your screams.
He could hear footsteps approach and quickly withdrew his fingers.
‘Mr Shelby, is everything alright?’ one of the nuns asked loudly.
‘Yes, I am just helping with the books’ Tommy said with a grin on his face as he rearranged his pants to deal with his throbbing erection.
You were quick to button up your blouse before the nun approached.
‘I just thought I could hear a scream, that’s all’ the nun said.
‘Yes, that was me, I caught a splinter from the ladder and Mr Shelby just helped me get it out from my finger’ you said, your face still flushed and your hair messy.
‘Mr Shelby, if you do have a minute, Mr Connel would like to discuss the article in the paper for your campaign’ the nun said. ‘We thought that you had left but when I saw your car I hoped that I would find you here’ she added.
‘Of course’ Tommy said and, just like that he left.
‘It was nice to see you Y/N. Perhaps we meet again sometime soon’ he said with a grin as he followed the nun.
‘Likewise, Mr Shelby’ you responded.
You wanted to so much more but, since you almost got caught, it was probably for the better that you didn’t take this further.
You were hoping to see Tommy again but, for the next couple of weeks, he didn’t attend the orphanage.
You asked his sister Ada about him with some curiosity.
‘My brother is probably busy in Westminster. Although, who knows. I have given up on following politics. Why are you asking?’ Ada said.
‘Politics? Is Thomas a politician?’ you asked surprised and slightly concerned.
‘Yes, he is a member of parliament. Did you not know?’ Ada asked surprised.
‘I had no idea’ you said, wondering whether he knew your husband and whether you were nothing but a political stunt. Was this planned by an opponent? Did Tommy know who you were? Or was it a sheer mistake?
All these thoughts were wandering through your mind as Ada was talking to you and you didn’t listen to a single word she said.
‘Y/N? Are you alright?’ Ada asked.
‘Yes sorry, I am fine’ you said just before finishing up for the day. You had to make your way home soon before dinner.
You excused yourself and headed home. The thoughts however wouldn’t leave your head.
Your husband wasn’t home when you arrived. As usual, he was either with your sister or at the whorehouse.
You didn’t care much and enjoyed the nights on your own. You were no longer sharing a bedroom but you hated to cross his way when he was around. A black eye here and there or some bruises and scratches were the norm when he was there.
The next morning, Oswald walked through the door at around 8 o’clock, just in time for breakfast.
‘Did you buy yourself a dress for tonight?’ he asked after shouting at the maid. The coffee was too cold for his liking.
‘Oswald, please’ you said, trying to reason with him as the maid left rather upset.
‘Then you get the fucking coffee, wife!’ Oswald shouted and you got up, taking his cup and walking towards the kitchen.
‘There you go’ you said as you returned with a fresh cup from the kitchen.
‘See, that wasn’t that hard now, was it? Even my fucking wife could manage’ he said to the maid as he took a sip.
‘Now dear, did you get yourself a dress? Something outstanding for the gala?’ Oswald asked.
‘Of course. You will approve. It is very elegant and expensive’ you said.
‘Good. We need to make an impression. You will meet the new members of my party and, as you know, all politicians judge each other. There is no room for mistakes’ Oswald explained.
‘Of course, I understand. Now would you please excuse me. I will need to freshen up’ you said before Oswald waived you away
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bonny-kookoo · 3 years
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Make Me | 🔞 | JJK x Reader
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Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Romance, Lowkey kinda crack, Smut, slight angst
Wordcount: 3.4k (its pretty short since I plan on giving you guys random smut-shots for this, so a lot of the scenes didn't make it into this one.)
Tags/warnings: Playful teasing, swearing, name calling, slight hair pulling, smut, usage of toys (remote controlled), slight angst, they be fighting a lil, it's a pretty low-carb meal really, very lightweight, okay I don't think there's anything else to say
Summary: Jungkook and you; a couple that's not only connected under the name of lovers- but best friends and enemies as well.
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  Jungkook is absolutely in love with you.
That may be hard to believe, considering the two of you currently fighting on the couch over the last bite of your burger. You're not play-fighting like cutesy couples either, no; you're both acting as if starvation was the only alternative.
Its really not; there's plenty other takeout still on the table.
"I paid for this shit you ungrateful bitch!" He laughs out as you stuff the bite into your mouth, hands high in triumph. "I can't believe you sometimes." He mumbles, watching you chew and swallow before he attacks again. He's careful with you, although it might not seem that way. Jungkook wouldn't dare to injure you in any way, always getting apologetic every time he accidentally bruises your skin. He pins your arms on the couch, predatory eyes staring at you as you raise your eyebrows.
"What'cha gonna do about it?" You challenge, and he groans out as he lets you go.
"Fuck you!" He says, and you laugh out loud. "Don't make me fucking pop a boner- I don't wanna eat cold french fries!" He whines while reaching for said food item, and you shrug as you reach for the pack of chicken nuggets, opening a tiny tub of sauce. "I can't believe you." He chuckles, unable to hold up his facade of being upset about all of it.
He really isn't.
Everyone of his friends thinks its weird- the relationship you two had. He himself however always felt like he had won the jackpot with you; he had a hot girlfriend he didn't have to change anything for. There was no need to be all romantic and cheesy and make himself into someone he wasn't. Being gentle was no requirement with you; you were his absolute best friend, and also lover at the same time.
He had it all with you.
Hard to believe, but Jungkook had been very realistic about it with you. Of course it had been exciting when you two had hooked up for the first time- but the more he got to know you, the more he fell in love with your honest nature and loving personality. You were passionate about your art, never let someone talk down on you, always spoke your mind. You were a challenge, a tiger waiting to be tamed, and Jungkook was as ready as he had ever been to try and do just that. Because right now you were young, you were wild, and one day, you'll have lived all of your dreams. Somewhere deep down, he already imagines it. Sometimes. The way he'll buy a house for you two, how he'll marry you and knock you up to make his family complete.
But for now, you were simply two young lovers in the moment.
Theres a drop of sauce on the top of your breast, and you don't even notice the way Jungkook stares as you wipe it off with your finger, licking it clean like second nature. He's furrowing his brows as he throws his head back, pure agony in his voice as he growls out. "God what is it now?" You playfully complain, last bite of your food gone in your mouth as you look at him with amusement. "Don't tell me you're still hard." You say.
"Fuck off, it's your fault!" He laughs out, unable to quite conceal how funny the entire situation seems to him as well. "Can't you sit on my dick while I finish my food?" He whines, pouting expression thrown your way as you give him a look that says more than you could with words. "Okay yeah saying that out loud makes it sound weird." He mumbles, speeding up his speed as he finishes his food. He swallows after a moment, leaning back on the couch as he gives himself a moment to settle. Maybe he'll come down on his own.
But then again, as he looks at you, he has to remember what his mother always told him.
'don't let the food get cold'
And its your laughter in his ears that makes him smile as he crawls over you, pulling your shirt over your head as he decides no; he doesn't want to wait.
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"Jungkookie, LOOK!" You exclaim as he walks inside your studio, watching as you were petting a massive dog. Maybe a great dane? Mastiff? It didn't matter at all- because you were so happy his attention wasn't on the animal next to you at all. "He's so cute, aren't you?" You say, squishing the dogs head a little. Jungkook laughs.
"Please don't tell me you want a dog now." He says, and you look at him with large eyes. "No, please, we can barely take care of ourselves right now!" He laughs. "Bring it up again when you can walk stairs without stumbling." He teases, and you stare daggers at him.
"At least I'm not scared of the fucking microwave." You mumble, as you stand up, the customer absolutely entertained by the two of you. Jungkook slaps your butt as an answer to your teasing, making you squeal scandalized. "Jungkook! That's public indecency!" You exclaim, and Jungkook laughs as he sits down on a chair in the waiting lounge you're standing in.
"If that's true I gladly get arrested." He says, and you roll your eyes as you say your goodbyes to the customer and his very lovable pet, getting your stuff to walk over to him. "Good to go?" He asks, and you nod, walking out next to him as you spot his car outside- or rather, the small van his company provided him. You have had your suspicions already as he was still wearing his work attire- this sight now spoke out clearly what you were fearing.
"Jungkook no-" You whine, and he sighs, silently telling you were right. "You promised no more overtime!" You said. "We were supposed to have a nice weekend!" You say, genuinely upset, and he can see it; the look in your eyes is pure disappointment, brows scrunched up as your shoulder slump down. "You promised." You mumble, as he opens the passenger door for you, letting you get inside the car.
"I'm sorry, but Tae called in sick and they asked who could take his shift." He explained as he drove home, well knowing that this was no excuse for you. But instead of voicing that out like you usually did, you were silent.
He did not like that.
"I'm really sorry." He says again, but you're still not answering him. "Baby?" He tries, but you're looking out the window, not sparing him even a glance. He knows he fucks up sometimes, but this is entirely new territory for him. Never had he had to deal with you genuinely upset with him, at least not to this extend- because at the moment it seemed as if you were ready to open that door at the next red light and walk right away from him.
The thought alone made him shudder- and not in a good way.
He tries again, but this time you speak; voice quiet, serious, and way too formal for him to feel comfortable with. "Just bring me home Jungkook." The way you say his name makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He's now upset at himself as well. He knew how much you had been looking forward to a shared weekend together. He should've not said anything when they asked who could take over the shift.
And as he came to a stop in front of your shared apartment, it only got worse. Because for the first time, you just got out of his car, closing the door, and went into the apartment complex.
You didn't give him his kiss to the cheek like you did every time- even when you were mad.
You didn't say goodbye.
You didn't even look back.
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"I don't want you gone all the time." You whine out as you hold onto him, his hands on your back as he helps you stay where you are on his lap, your head in his neck as you breath heavily. "I need you." You say, and its one of the rare moments you're open like that. He's eating it up, drinking it in, as he holds you, palms all over your bare skin while you move lazily.
"I know, I'm sorry, I really am." He breathes out, placing kisses to your shoulder, helping you rock on his cock so you won't have to do all the work. "I need you too, I really do, I'm sorry." He mumbles, slipping out of you for a moment before he lays you flat on the bed, guiding his length back inside you as he looms over your body, kissing your skin as if he's worshipping you, as if he can't get close enough to you, his hands holding onto your middle as he keeps you stable while he pushes into you slowly.
"Faster-" You beg him, but he shakes his head, not picking up his pace at all as you whine. "Kookie please-" You say, and he shakes his head again.
"No, we got time." He argues back, and you open your eyes at that, looking to the side. "What is it?" He asks.
"We don't." You say. "You have to get up early tomorrow." You say, and Jungkook shakes his head, making you roll your eyes for a moment as you want to continue- but he shuts you up with a well practiced hand on your clit, your body reacting instantly as your toes curl up. "Jungkook-"
"I don't." He says, gritting his teeth as he finally picks up his pace. "I took time off." He breathes out. "Told them I need the weekend." His hand is eager to have you come undone underneath him as your legs move, heels digging into the small of his back as you snake them around his body the best you can considering the size difference. "Told them I got my girlfriend at home, and guess what?" He asks, and you mewl at his antics. "No one's gonna call me up. Phone's on airplane mode." You're suddenly frantic, hands gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he doesn't let up, smiles into your neck as he bites and sucks his marks. "They can fuck off while I fuck you." He whispers, and you suddenly snap, back arching as you come, his violent thrusting making you sob dryly, fingers reaching for his arms as you dig them into his inked skin.
That's your art underneath his skin, safely tucked away to be guarded from time. That's your ink on his body, your way of making him yours. And this, the way he mouths and nibbles and bites and kisses- that's his way of making you his.
He slips out, desperately rutting into his own hand as he cums onto your lower belly, his release staining the sheets below.
But it doesn't matter in that moment.
He gladly cleans up afterwards.
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"Would you ever wanna live in New Zealand?" You ask him, as he makes sure not to burn any of the food on the grill.
It's your yearly holiday trip, this time in the cold of new Zealand, a camping van your home for the two weeks you'd decided to travel the country. "I mean, why not?" He tells you, turning a piece of meat over, before he looks at you sitting next to him, all bundled up in his way too large puffer jacket. It's already large on him- so it almost swallows you whole. But it also awakens something inside him, seeing you wear his clothes like that. He feels protective, weirdly so.
"Hmhm." You say. "The people seem nice here." You say, and then you rest your head against his shoulder, making him smile as his arm wraps around you- a movement almost instinctual at this point. "But I don't know, won't we miss home?" You wonder, and Jungkook shrugs.
"I don't really need a home as long as you're with me." He says, speaking it out loud without thinking as you suddenly detach from him. He looks at you, worried he might've said something too much, but you look at him so.. he can't describe it. Your lips are on his in the next second, before you go to the van to retrieve some paper plates.
"Oh my god, that was-" You say, balancing cutlery in your arm. "-The most romantic fucking thing you've ever said!" You say, putting everything onto the camping table as he chuckles. "No, I mean it. That was so movie-worthy!" You say. "I feel like I'm in a K-Drama!" You exclaim, and he laughs.
"They don't swear that much in K-Dramas." He corrects you playfully, but still smiles. "But yeah I get you. Sometimes I feel like this isn't real too. Too good to be true and all that." He says, and you suddenly squeal, making him look at you.
"Stop!" You say, before you hug him tightly.
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You're looking through clothing items when you suddenly feel it.
The sudden buzzing right inside you, making your foot studder in its step as you try to conceil your reaction as best as you can. You can feel your thighs clenching, muscles contracting as the feeling of the bullet vibrator. And one look towards Jungkook sitting on a chair in front of the dressing stalls makes you want to punch him right in his pretty face.
He's got his hand inside his sweater pocket, smirking slightly at your struggle as he doesn't seem to care who's sitting next to him- or who could see you and connect the dots. He likes things like that; the slight thrill of getting caught and the literall proof that you had given him all control making him feel absolute bliss.
You're more concerned about the fact that you're about to cum.
Right inside this fucking store.
You shoot him daggers, and he simply has the audacity to smile, shrugging his arms as if he's got no idea what you mean. He tones it down a little, turning it off for now when he felt like he'd tortured you enough; stripping you of your orgasm as well. You want to whine out, complain, but you simply but the clothes back where they belong, walking up to him. "Oh? Nothing caught your eye baby?" He asks innocently, and you simply smile, shaking your head. "Alright." He says, getting up to walk out with you.
And its inside the car after he had parked in a secluded spot on a scarcely lit parking lot that he turns the device on again. "I have to say.." He starts, watching you squirm in the passenger seat, hands instantly clenching into fists as your legs squeeze together. "I'm not mad anymore I almost paid a hundred bucks for this thing." He tells you. "Feels good baby?" He asks, and you nod- but its not enough for Jungkook. "I can't hear you." He tells you, and you have to cut yourself off to not moan out loud.
"I-t.. ah- feels good.." You somehow get out, squirming and slowly growing desperate as he keeps the setting low- too low for you to actually cum. He's enjoying the show for a moment, until he reaches underneath his drivers' seat, fumbling around before the seat rolls back, making more room. You know what's going to happen next. "Can I-?" You start, and he nods, helping you safely onto his lap.
"You look so pretty like this." He praises, hands underneath your clothing as he gently fondles your breasts- enjoying the fact you've decided to skip the bra today. "Hm?" He humms against your skin, before he leans back, switching onto the highest setting. He doesn't even need to touch himself to get off, he knows that already; the sight in front of you enough to get him going. You're erratic at this point, Hips rutting into nothing as you hold your hands awkwardly in front of your mouth. Jungkook reaches out, letting you hold onto him, and he feels weirdly loving at the sight of you holding onto him so desperately. "Oh?" He suddenly asks, noticing you stutter. "Cum baby. Come on." He urges, and you want to tell him its too much, too much, but then you suddenly cum, and he tones it down a little, letting you ride it out as you clumsily fondle him over his jeans- only a few movements enough for him however to come undone inside his pants. "Shh, you're good, good job, good girl." He humms out, letting you rest against his chest for a moment, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment with you.
He's really not mad about the hundred bucks anymore.
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One thing Jungkook had come to live with was the fact that you loved everything cute.
You collected anything pink and soft and cute, plushies being his go-to present because he knew that would always be a bullseye-shot with you. They're all over the place, but Jungkook doesn't mind. Even though he can't understand the appeal of some of them, he himself understands the appeal of collecting things. And he's also not one to judge- having accepted you with every piece and habit you have.
That doesn't mean he doesn't tease you for it.
"Why's the rat wearing old granny clothes?"jungkook snorts, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you, who is currently trying to sew a hole on your melody plush toy shut.
"Shut up, Melody isn't a rat!" You mumble, making Jungkook chuckle as he eats his popsicle, watching you work. He really likes how delicate your hands are; they fit nicely in his hands whenever he holds them. Yours get cold a lot- and he likes giving you some warmth whenever he can.
Anything for you.
"I think its a rat." He tells you, giggling boyishly when you throw your head back, groaning. He gets up to walk into the kitchen to throw the wooden stick of his treat away, as he hears you.
"Well detective melody thinks you're a little bitch." You retort. And only seconds later, jungkook is behind you, looking over your shoulder to check if its clear- he doesn't want you to hurt yourself with the needle. Once he's made sure, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back so you're looking at him upside down.
"You wanna say that again sweetheart?" He growls out, and your sparkling eyes shout mischievously at him from below.
He loves the powerplay.
But this time you decide to ge cute, holding the stuffed toy into his face as you giggle. "Its melodys words, not mine!" You argue, and he laughs, before he pushes the toy aside, pressing a kiss to your nose before he walks back into the kitchen again. "Although I can't argue with whats been said-" you start, and Jungkook shouts from the kitchen as you laugh.
"I wasn't a little bitch last night when I was balls deep in-" he starts, and you scream over his words, scandalized.
"Jungkook, not when melody is listening!"
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"So.." Jimin started, looking at your hand. "You wanna explain that expensive ass thing?" He asks, before he slaps the table. "Don't tell me its real!" He asks, eyes wide as you laugh.
"Why, you wanna steal n' sell?" You challenge, and he shakes his head, now a little more serious.
"No, I just wondered. He popped the question or not?" He asks, and you can't help the grin that spreads onto your cheeks. But before any of you can answer, the man in question walks inside, having heard the conversation.
"I did, and that means you can fuck off Park." He challenges, roughly pushing the elder away with a hand on his head, making everyone laugh at their antics. "How's my fiance doing?" He asks. "Still walking like a newborn babydeer?" He teases, and you smack his head with a printout you had rolled up. "Ow, you literally told me to go hard, don't be mad now!" He says, before running away from your red-faced form, chasing him with the printouts around the studio.
Yeah, some things never change.
And that's ok.
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(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Don't try reposting on AO3 or your mom's facebook. I got eyes everywhere.
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Hihihi this is may be a weird question but is your opinion on the main hypmic cast?
In brief:
(Spoiler alert: It was not brief. Stuck under a cut for length)
Ichirou: He's a good kid. I wasn’t super into him at first, as main protagonists very rarely hold my interest, but I appreciate him now for the struggles he goes through and the growth he’s experienced across the series.
Jirou: Jirou is also a good kid in his own way. I didn’t know what to do with him for a while, but now I feel like I understand him too. I don’t think he quite gets what makes Ichirou be as loved as he is, nor does he really understand what makes people love him for who he is. But that’s okay. He’ll get it someday.
Saburou: If you had tasked me as a fourteen year old to create an idealized anime boy sona, I would have come up with someone shockingly similar to Saburou. I’m fond of him. He can be a bit mean at times in a very fourteen way, but deep down, he’s a good kid too. All the BBs are good kids.
Samatoki: I just can’t not make fun of him. His posturing is so ridiculous to me that I am constantly filled with the urge to clown on him. Oh, you think you’re so tough? You think you’re a big tough guy? Well, I’m just a little bastard; what are you going to do about it? But underneath the posturing, I do feel sorry for him and admire his strengths a lot. He’s a good kid too under a very funny exterior.
Juuto: I’m enjoying learning more about him from the BB/MTC+ manga, but I’m a bit surprised at how much of a dick he is even deep down. Still, he has plenty of good qualities too, and I like him in a vague sort of way. I’d throw fruit at him over a fence but wouldn’t put any malice in it.
Riou: What a delightful individual he is. The BB/MTC chapter about him really resonated with me. For a character so outwardly obsessed with the military, Riou has an incredible understanding of the weight of his actions and such a deep appreciation for every living thing. There’s a lot of his depth to his simplicity, and the level of care he exhibits towards everyone is delightful to witness. An absolute favorite among the cast.
Ramuda: Self-recognition through the other (derogatory). In all seriousness, Ramuda’s story arc and actions are great narrative tools for me to examine some things about myself and grow to try to be a better, more considerate person towards myself and others. I want to see him achieve freedom and happiness.
Gentarou: I enjoy Gentarou quite a bit, although I think he gets overshadowed by the other members of Fling Posse at times due to my sheer passion for Dice and Ramuda. He’s my favorite character to translate at the moment, which is apparently heresy among Hypmic translators. More than the sheer fun of writing his witty banter, I find him to be a very intriguing individual, and I’m excited to learn more about him. I want his happiness too.
Dice: Oh, Dice... He’s a really good kid in a way that the BBs could never be. He’s deceptively good, and he does choose to hurt other people and himself in ways that characters like Ichirou don’t. But he also finds the goodness in the oddest places, like a person finding a coin in a cracked sidewalk, and that’s delightful. His narrative is one of the most compelling for me. What a champion of a character.
Jakurai: Wow, what a good foil for Ramuda. Let me bounce narratives off of you like a mirror. I’m slowly learning to find him compelling in his own right, however. This is also a self-recognition through the other (derogatory) scenario, but there’s more of an emphasis on the derogatory part.
Hifumi: A funny little individual bearing a lot of sadness and a whole lot more courage. Like most of Matenrou, I admire him a lot, but I think that Matenrou resonates much more strongly with other people than they do for me, so I prefer to sit back and let other people appreciate them. I think he’s very brave and very fun to read/write.
Doppo: The biggest fucking mood in existence. When you move past the stereotypical aspects, you end up with another character who has a lot of deep flaws but also an incredible amount of courage. I’m excited to see where they go with him, but again, I’ll sit back and let others take the first row here.
Kuukou: Having already drafted Saburou, if you came back to me at age eighteen and asked me to make an idealized anime boy sona, you would probably have ended up with a character astonishingly like Kuukou. He brings me sheer joy. Astonishingly, I feel like Kuukou has exhibited the least growth out of any of the cast, and yet I do not mind a bit. He is the closest to the perfect man I have ever met. I would drop everything to be this dude’s homie if he existed in real life. Just a champion individual.
Juushi: Juushi’s a good kid. I’m very fond of him and like writing him, but much like Matenrou, I feel like he does a lot more for other people than he does for me. Therefore, much of how I work with him is less, “How do I enjoy this character as a reader?” and more “How do I nurture the traits about him that other people love?”
Hitoya: Hitoya strikes me as a damn good person with a lot of heart who sometimes lets his anger drive him a bit too much. He’s also utterly ridiculous, of course, but I try to write him with as much strength as possible to be present behind his words. He honestly seems like a great person to know in real life, not simply as a fictional character, as well.
Sasara: I have to clown on him to assert dominance. Joking aside, I admire the depths of his character and the growth he’s shown over the series. He can be pretty callous at times and goes to odd lengths to get what he wants, but I think he’s now starting to realize how much his actions affect other people. For a while I was really in his camp as a hardcore Sasara lover (back before he was a main cast member - I love writing quirky minor characters), but now I approach him with the idea mentioned above, ie how I can present him for other people.
Roshou: Whenever he’s around the rest of Dotsu Hon, I think he’s kind of an idiot. I mean that in the best way possible. It’s very endearing. Yet moments when he’s on his own are where I think he best shines, and I would love to see more solo material for him. He’s an incredibly good support character, and I admire his passion for his students.
Rei: I really enjoy asshole antagonists, which is why I liked Ramuda for a while before the clone story came up behind me and struck me into the ground with its mighty fists. Now Rei fills this role. I would love to learn more about him and team up with the Buster Bros to pelt him with rotten eggs in a fun bonding activity. I’m sure there is some strong backstory that will absolve him of at least some of his shittiness, but until now, I’m still not excusing his whole abandoning his children thing, not to mention the human trafficking thing he pulled with Ramuda.
Otome: I hate translating her, if only because she and Rei frequently talk about things in extremely vague terms that I have no context for. It’s hard to make her sound idiomatic in English while also not shooting myself in the foot by accidentally filling in the wrong information. But with that aside, she’s okay. I like her, I guess. Her motivations are pretty interesting.
Ichijiku: Ichijiku was written for people who are sexually attracted to women, and I’m not at all, so I 100% approach her in terms of her pull on other people. She’s fun on her own, though, and I’m impressed at her ability to walk in high heels. Her complete disrespect for everyone but Otome brings me no end of entertainment in reading and writing.
Nemu: YOU. Maybe this is some stupid toxic masculinity thing, but I always feel embarrassed speaking affectionately about male characters but not at all about female characters. Therefore Nemu gets all of my loveposting. She’s a wonderful girl! She has such a strong spirit, and I’m completely overjoyed that she’s making her own decisions and becoming her own character defined on her own terms. I want to watch her grow up big and strong. Fuck yes, baby girl! Fuck it up! I’m very proud of her.
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PART 1
Summary: The Jedi are the biggest, baddest mafia in the galaxy. You are their therapist.
Warnings: 18+, mature themes, smut mention, physical threat, dark!anakin, therapist!reader, includes a weird pervert (not anakin)
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"Sometimes, Y/N, I think you have a death wish," Obi-Wan mutters from where he sits shirtless on the edge of your bed, his pecs glistening as the summer evening sunlight bounces off his bare skin.
"I'm a big girl," You tell him while applying blood-red lipstick in the mirror. Catching his gaze in the reflection, you shoot him a wink. "I can handle you, can't I?"
"Anakin is a different monster altogether," He warns you, looking you up and down. "You'll either end the night in his bed, or with a fork in your neck."
"Sounds like a typical Zhellday night on Coruscant," You joke with a mumble, before turning to face him. "He'll be here soon."
"Aren't you a little dressed up for a therapy session?" He asks you with a raised brow.
Smirking, you walk over and climb onto his lap with your legs on either side of him. "Are you jealous, Don Kenobi?"
A wicked smile grows on his lips as his hand grazes your hip. "Anakin's a charming young man."
"Who is my patient," You remind him, tilting your head. "Once again, I ask: are you jealous?"
"So what if I am?" He questions you. "Is it so bad that I'd like to keep you to myself?"
You snort, "Seeing as I have to share you with Nimra-"
His grip on your waist tightens and he pulls hard on your hair as you yelp, all lightheartedness dropping from his face. "Don't fucking talk about her."
Gently removing his fist from your hair, you hold back an eye roll. You hate when he gets all angry-mobster on you, but it comes with the package. And what a fine package it is. "Whatever. So what if I have something on the side?"
"Anakin isn't used to being on the side," Obi-Wan warns you. "He's spoilt. If he wants you, he'll have all of you. He'll take you from me."
Leaning forward, you place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, leaving behind a red print. "Good thing I'm not attracted to wife killers."
A ship passes by your window and Obi-Wan nods towards it. "That's him."
You clamber off of his lap, straightening your above-the-knee summer dress and picking up your side bag.
"Remember to call me should things get out of hand," Obi-Wan tells you with a warning tone. "I'll be at the Remmin Bar downtown."
"Okay; I'll see you later," You say, giving him a short kiss.
"Why don't I come down with you?" He suggests, making your eyes roll. "Let Anakin know that you're off-limits."
"The only reason he's opening up to me is because he thinks he has a chance of sleeping with me," You inform him with a shrug. "If he finds out about you and I, all my effort goes down the drain."
After saying your goodbyes, you leave your house to see Anakin standing against the side of his ship. And, to no surprise, Mr. Stephonus is standing in his front yard, staring at you.
"Evening, Miss Y/L/N," He calls out with wide eyes. "You look beautiful."
You open your mouth to give him a polite reply, but a rough hand grabs your forearm before you can speak. Anakin drags you towards his ship, a grave look on his face. "Say a word to him, and I'll gut him right in front of you." He doesn't give you a chance to respond before he takes hold of the hem of your white dress, using his grip to pull you closer to him. "I thought I told you to wear red?"
You pout your perfectly painted lips at him. "I did."
He glares down at you. "You like looking for loopholes, huh?"
"I was going to wear red underwear just to really stick it to you," You tell him. "But I was feeling nice."
Anakin's eyes are shamelessly glued to your lips. "What if I kissed you right now?"
For one, Obi-Wan is most likely watching your interaction from the window and he would not be happy. "I would have to stop being your therapist."
"But continue being my date?" He questions hopefully.
You smile, "No."
Anakin opens the door to his ship, allowing you climb in before following you. Now seated, he turns to you from the pilot seat. "And what if I said I can't stop thinking about those lips being wrapped around my cock?"
Nonchalantly, you shrug. "You can say whatever you want. It helps me understand you more."
He lets out a dry laugh, "How does me imagining you sucking me off help you understand me?"
Giving him an unamused look, you sigh. "Just fly, Mr. Skywalker."
The journey consists of Anakin flirting while you ignore or shut down his attempts, but thankfully it isn't very long. As promised, the restaurant is empty save for the chef who happily places two steaming plates of steak onto the simply decorated table.
Once seated, Anakin stares at you while you pour two glasses of wine. If this session will be anything like yesterday's, being sober isn't an option.
"I don't like that you tried to trick me," He comments lowly, sitting back in his chair. "I wanted to see you in red."
"You should've been more specific, Mr. Skywalker," You tell him with a shrug. "Besides; me agreeing to this 'date' is more than what I owe you."
He hums, tapping the table while watching you take a long sip. "Did Obi-Wan say anything about your neck?"
You aren't stupid; you know that the second Kenobi sees bruises on your body that aren't from him, he won't rest until whoever put them there are dead. So instead of causing a murder, you covered Anakin's hand marks with makeup, and kept Kenobi from sucking on your neck. "I haven't yet seen him."
Raising an eyebrow, Anakin smirks. "He's cheating on his wife, you know."
The mention of Nimra makes you a little uncomfortable seeing as you're so used to Obi-Wan becoming enraged whenever you bring her up. "We aren't here to talk about Kenobi, Mr. Skywalker. We're here to talk about you." Though you are slightly intrigued as to just how much Anakin knows about Obi-Wan's infidelity.
"I never cheated on my wife," He tells you proudly, as though hoping to impress.
"No; you just killed her," You reply flatly.
He looks angry at your comment, but rubs his face and visibly attempts to calm himself down before giving you a semi-sweet smile. "Don't be shy. Eat."
The two of you begin eating. You take small, cautious bites, while he scoffs down the meat.
"You haven't been taking your job seriously for two years," You state a few bites in. "What did her death change?"
"This is fucking delicious," He comments absentmindedly, juice running down his chin.
"What did Vienna's death change?" You repeat, raising an eyebrow.
Sighing, he puts down his knife and fork, glaring at you. "I'm trying to enjoy my dinner with a pretty fucking view, but my pretty fucking view keeps talking."
"Yes, well, people have a way of doing that," You say with a shrug. "I'm not here to be a view, Mr. Skywalker. I'm here to understand you." Picking up your napkin, you lean over the table and reach forward to wipe away the juice on his chin. His eyes shamelessly remain on your cleavage the whole time, a mischievous glint dancing across the blue.
When you sit back down, he shoots you a smirk. "Would you let me fuck you right here if I answered your question?"
You snort, "I'm not that desperate, Mr. Skywalker. Even I have my limits. You already promised to answer my questions on the basis of me attending this date- are you not an honorable man, Mr. Skywalker? Are you not a man of your word?"
If there's one way to get to a mafioso, it's to question his honor.
His smirk falls, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. "It becomes hard to trust when the woman you've been with for four years has an affair with another man."
"Is that what your distance from the Jedi is about?" You ask softly, running your fork over your food. "You don't trust them?"
Anakin seems reluctant in elaborating, but after some moments he does. "I lost my passion. Passion for the job. For the Jedi. Why the fuck am I doing it if not to protect the woman I love?"
"You were part of the Jedi before you met Vienna," You say carefully. "Do you not feel that same need to protect your brothers? The Family?"
He waves his hand flippantly. "Ah, they don't look at me the same no more. Not since I killed her. They saw her as part of the Family too, you know? Vienna was their little sister. And me? I'm the little shit of a brother, fucking everything up."
You weren't expecting to be making such progress this soon, but you do well to hide your excitement. "Do they know why you did it?"
Anakin nods before taking a sip of wine. "Doesn't change anything. Because it wasn't them she was cheating on. It wasn't them she betrayed. 'Betray one, betray all', I thought? Not when it comes to me, it seems."
"Obi-Wan loves you," You tell him truthfully. Kenobi has spent nights in your bed talking about Anakin as though he's his blood brother, who he'd do anything for. "He'd never turn his back on you. You'll always have a place at his table; you know that."
Studying your face curiously, Anakin speaks with a voice much lower than before. "If I... if I tell you something, and I tell you that it stays between us, would you commit to that promise? Because if you tell anyone what I'm about to say, I'll rip out your tongue and beat you to death."
Your nod is honest. Not because you're scared of his threat; Kenobi would kill Anakin should he try to hurt you. But, while you are to keep Kenobi informed, you also owe it to your patients to keep sensitive topics a secret.
Taking in a deep breath, Anakin taps the table nervously. "The Sith offered me a job."
You almost laugh. In the year you've spent working for the mafia, not a single patient has mentioned the desire to leave. The desire to get out. It's ludicrous. "Excuse me?"
"They do it big," He tells you with stars in his eyes. "Better than the Jedi. Sure, we have control over Coruscant and most of the Colonies and Inner Rim, but the Sith have unbelievable power. I'm talking Mid Rim, Outer Rim; even some unknown regions."
"Is there even that much money out there?" You question with a frown. "What potential does the Outer Rim have?"
"You'd be surprised," He says with a laugh. "Forget spice running; the Sith discover new drugs every month. Then they come to the Inner, to places like Coruscant, and sell stuff that our people ain't ever even heard of."
"Mr. Skywalker," You begin slowly. "How do you know so much about the Sith?"
He swallows, but keeps his tone casual. "I spoke to the Don."
"You've been talking to Sidious?" You ask with a hushed tone as though there's anyone around to overhear the conversation. "Are you insane?"
"Look, it's not that serious," He assures you, sitting back. "I'm not even sure their offer was legit, let alone whether I'd actually leave the Jedi."
"Betray the Jedi," You correct him sternly. "If Kenobi found out-"
He suddenly grabs your hand with a vice-like grip. "If anyone finds out, I don't care how, I will kill you, Doctor Y/L/N."
You pull your hand back, keeping your eyes on his. "I know that, Mr. Skywalker. You need to be careful. If anyone saw you speaking to members of the Sith, let alone the fucking Don, it shouldn't be just me fearing for their life."
"They won't find out," He says, his tone calmer as he sits back. "Don't you worry."
"Do you not feel any loyalty to the Family?" You ask him, trying not to sound insulting.
"Of course I do," Anakin insists. "I'm not saying I want to murder every last one of the Jedi."
"You just want to join their biggest rivals," You finish, pursing your lips. "You'd break Kenobi's heart."
He snorts. "There ain't no breaking what doesn't exist. Obi-Wan lost his heart a long time ago. That's what makes it so easy for him to cheat on Nimra."
The look Anakin is giving you is unreadable. Does he know about you and Kenobi?
"Once again, we're here to talk about you, Mr. Skywalker," You say curtly.
Anakin smirks at you. "You're the one who brought him up, sweetheart."
"To tell you that betraying the Jedi would be a regret," You say truthfully. "Is it a viable option?"
"Anything is possible," He says cryptically, watching you while leaning back against his chair. "I bet it's possible to turn you into a dirty slut, just for me."
"You bring up sex an awful lot," You say while your cheeks heat up. "How is it that you haven't slept with anyone for two years?"
"Honestly?" He asks you with a raised eyebrow. "Nobody gets me hard. They didn't, anyway, until I saw you. Why do you think I agreed to therapy so quickly?"
"Flattering," You comment sarcastically.
"I'm not kidding, or trying to sweeten you up," Anakin insists, his eyes dark. "Ever since I laid eyes on you last year when you first joined us, I haven't stopped imagining what your pussy would look like with my cum dripping out of it."
You cut at your steak in an attempt to deny him the satisfaction of knowing his words have an effect on you. "Let's change the subject."
The rest of the session is slow and unproductive. Anakin spends most of it telling you how he met Vienna; saving her life when a mugging got violent. Saving her life, only to snatch it back four years later.
You feel a sense of relief when you land outside your house. Giving him a curt goodbye and telling him you'll inform Kenobi when his next session in your office will be, you leave the ship.
When you hear his footsteps behind you, though, you have to hold back an eye roll.
"Please don't expect me to invite you in, Mr. Skywalker," You utter tiredly as he appears next to you.
His face remains trained on your house, his eyes narrow. "Something's wrong. Did you lock your door?"
You didn't. Obi-Wan was still here when you left, but he would be long gone by now. "It's fine," You say nonchalantly, heading to your door.
"No, it's not," Anakin counters, storming into your house before you can. You both hear some movement and he bounds up the stairs while your stomach drops.
How the fuck are you going to explain why Obi-Wan is in your bedroom?
Rushing after Anakin, you both enter your bedroom to see something you absolutely weren't expecting. Mr. Stephonus is going through your underwear drawer, while sniffing the pair you were wearing earlier today.
His eyes widen and he freezes when he sees you and Anakin in the doorway, the panties dropping from his face.
"Oh, Mr. Stephonus," You begin pitifully, shaking your head. "Really?"
He opens his mouth to speak but doesn't get the chance. Anakin is already grabbing his right arm and twisting it behind his back.
"Mr. Skywalker, no," You say sternly, watching the fear bloom in Stephonus' eyes.
"Sk- Skywalker?" He whispers, recognizing the name.
"That's right," Anakin says with a smug smirk, though his eyes are still filled with a fiery rage. He pulls Stephonus' arm back further and a horrible cracking sound fills your room, along with Stephonus' wails. "You hear that, you perv? That's the sound of your shoulder dislocating."
"Mr. Skywalker, stop," You insist, your heart thudding in your chest.
Ignoring you, Anakin glares at Stephonus, his free hand wrapped tightly around his neck. "What were you planning on doing if Y/N came home alone, huh?"
"Nothing," Stephonus promises, hot tears rushing down his cheeks. "I swear. I didn't think she'd be back yet."
Anakin is less inclined to believe his words. He pulls on Stephonus' arm again, making him cry out. "If I catch you ever even looking at Y/N again, I'll dislocate every single joint in your body, before cracking open your skull and taking a piss on your brain. You understand me?"
The poor man nods rapidly, pain on his face.
Unhappy with his response, Anakin twists his arm again as a horrific scream leaves Stephonus' mouth. "Use your fucking words, prick."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Skywalker," Stephonus vows. "I understand."
With a clenched jaw, Anakin throws him to the ground. Stephonus stumbles to his feet before rushing out of your room, shooting you an apologetic look on his way.
Glowering, you look up at Anakin. "You did not have to do that to him."
He lets out an incredulous scoff, walking towards you. "He was going through your fucking panties. That isn't just 'creepy but harmless' anymore, sweetheart."
Your back hits the wall when he nudges your shoulder slightly, making you swallow thickly. "I know his type. He wouldn't have done anything drastic."
Tilting his head, Anakin smirks down at you while decreasing the gap between your bodies. "What about me? What's my type?"
Kenobi's words echo around your head. "You're a different monster altogether."
Without any warning, Anakin brings his lips crashing to yours in a heated kiss. His hands keep your head in place while you push against his chest, and he pulls away after some moments with an accomplished look on his face.
Your red lipstick now adorns his mouth, and he smudges most of it away with the back of his sleeve. Some still remains, tainting his lips with proof of what just happened.
"You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Skywalker," You tell him, unable to deny the rush you're feeling.
"Primeday morning," Anakin says between breaths. "Be ready at 9."
You furrow your brows at him and fold your arms across your chest. "What?"
The look of arrogance on his features is hard to miss as he leans his arm against the wall above you, keeping you trapped there. "We're going house hunting. I would just get the perv to move, but this entire neighbourhood is trash."
Letting out a scoff, you give him a smile of disbelief. "Absolutely not, Skywalker." There was no way you were giving him the chance to control any aspect of your life, let alone one as big as where you lived.
"I wasn't asking," He tells you darkly, his face void of emotion. "You work for the Jedi. It's our duty to protect you." Leaning closer, he lifts your chin up with his fingers and gives you a sweet smile. "If you're not ready and standing outside your door at 9 on Primeday, I'll just go to Mr. Stephonus' place instead, and I'll blend his organs, sweetheart." Brushing his lips against yours, he sends a shiver down your spine. "Is that understood?"
Remembering his earlier demand to Stephonus to use his words, you nod ever so slightly so as not to accidentally kiss him. "Understood."
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