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angelic-muse · 6 months

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unforgettable

a/n: i couldn't not write anything for his special day, so enjoy, and happiest of birthdays to my silly mosshead man. this was written with both anime and opla zoro in mind so feel free to interpret it as either.

pairing: roronoa zoro x gn!reader

warnings: just fluff, not proofread

summary: it's your lover's birthday, and what better way to start the celebration than to stay awake and surprise him at midnight?

...that is, if you can stay awake.

must stay awake... must stay awake.

the sentence replayed itself in your groggy head like a mantra, a broken record stuck on repeat, a toy train running in slow circles around your brain as you fought the urge to tip over the line between wakefulness and sleep.

zoro deserved more than that.

"my birthday? never really done anything for it," he'd grunted the day before after you'd brought it up. the swordsman had frowned, scratched his head. "kinda forgot it was tomorrow, actually."

and it was then that you decided to make this birthday — and all his next ones, for that matter — unforgettable.

so after some pleading with nami that then lead to careful rearrangement of night watch schedules (despite the crew's grumbling), zoro would be set to finish his shift at midnight — exactly midnight.

and what would he find when he returned to his room? you, of course, waiting for the moment he stepped through the door to shower him in love and birthday wishes, followed by a day of celebrations just for him.

well, that was your plan.

but the actual staying awake hadn't been part of it.

since your shift for night watch was the last one, just before sunrise, you were lucky enough to be able to sleep soundly all night till then. which meant you were not at all used to being awake at this time and your body was slowly but surely losing the fight to fall unconscious.

you yawned, blinking heavy eyelids as you turned to squint at the sky, the gentle moonlight washing the deck of the going merry in its milky glow. it wasn't quite yet at its highest point — still not midnight.

surely a little lay down before zoro returned couldn't hurt, right?

don't fall asleep, you promised yourself one last time as you settled into his own hammock, breathing in the lingering scent of him with a sigh. don't fall asleep...

zoro muttered angrily as he stomped across the ship back to his room, not bothering to soften the loud thumping of his boots against the planks, swords clanking noisily at his hip.

"serves 'em right if they wake up," he groused, "putting me up there at this time all of a sudden for no fuckin' reason—"

he cut short as he shoved into his room, raising a brow at the sight that met him as he rid himself of swords and shirt. there you were, curled up in his spot, sleeping soundly like a contented cat.

"the hell you doing in my hammock?" he grumbled under his breath, but zoro slid in beside you anyways, throwing an arm over your shoulders and folding the other behind his head. he didn't mind that you were here — he never did. sleeping beside you was nothing out of the ordinary anymore. he liked it, enjoyed the easy comfort and security that came with you tucked against his side; hearts beating in time, every breath shared.

it was right when zoro was beginning to drift off that he felt you stir awake. cracking open one eye, he watched as you sat up, blinking tiredly. "zo... zoro?"

"what got you up?" he murmured as you yawned and stretched your arms overheard. "m'here, get back to sleep." get back to cuddling me.

"the smell of a pirate who hasn't showered in a week," you joked groggily, rubbing at your eyes. then you froze. shit.

shit!

"no, i fell asleep!" you groaned, burying your face in your hands. how could you? you promised yourself you wouldn't, for him, and now... "fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck... i'm sorry." you peeked back up at him, lower lip stuck out.

zoro frowned. "huh? what the hell you apologising for?"

"i was meant to stay up," you said sadly. "to say happy birthday to you. at midnight. that's why i got nami to change your watch..."

rubbing a hand across his face, zoro sat up to look at you properly, blinking sleep away. you went to the trouble of getting his night watch changed and stayed up in his room just to say happy birthday to him? seriously?

he'd be surprised, but really, that was just the kind of stupid, endearing thing you'd do.

and so he laughed.

you blinked at him as his wide shoulders shook with mirth, head tossed back. an embarrassed warmth crept up your neck and you folded your arms, attempting to glare at him even as you fought to hold down a smile. "wh— it's not funny!"

"nah," he grinned at you as his laughter died down. "it's just cute. c'mere."

you yelped in half-protest as zoro grabbed your head to pull into his chest, laying back down with a sigh.

"you don't hafta... stay up until midnight or do shit like that just for me." he uttered after a moment of quiet, brushing his fingers through your hair. "you need your sleep, and i need mine. so just... just wait until morning next year, yeah?"

"i... okay," you sighed, trailing a finger across his chest, drawing mindless patterns over scarred, tawny skin, making him suppress a shiver. "i still have stuff planned for later, though."

"yeah? let's hear it."

"i'm not ruining the surprise, silly. but... i did get you some presents and convinced sanji to bake you a cake. among other things."

zoro snorted. "bet that shitty cook did it for you more than me."

"probably," you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. "don't get jealous that he might love me more than you, it's okay."

the swordsman scoffed, turning you both on your sides with a grunt. "maybe, but he'll never love you as much as i do."

you chuckled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent; steel and sweat with an earthier undertone somewhere beneath. "i love you too, even though you still smell like you've never showered."

zoro barked out a laugh, tightening a thick arm around your waist to pull you further into him. "i'll take a shower for your birthday, how's that sound?"

you peered up at him and wrinkled your nose. he grinned.

"you're gross," you muttered with a smile even as you snuggled further into him. he kissed your forehead and you could feel his own smile against your skin.

"and you still love me."

"lucky you, huh?"

zoro exhaled softly, closing his eyes. "yeah, lucky me."

slowly, quiet draped itself over the two of you like the softest blanket, comforting and warm as the sounds of your breathing lulled each other to sleep after gentle whispers of goodnight and wishes of good dreams. and he rocked you in his arms, like how the gentle waves rocked you from below, mother nature's cradle for her sleeping children as they rested in an embrace so tightly woven with nothing but pure love not even the sharpest sword could ever hope to sever it.

and that morning, when zoro awoke to his dear lover smothering his face with kisses as they pulled him from his sleep with the promise of birthday gifts, he knew with clarity, such a deep, resounding clarity it made his heart ache—

that you, on this day and every other, were the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

nia's ask box is open!

#♡ — nia writes #zoro ♡#this is terribly unorganised and silly #and for that i apologise lmao #its currently 1am and i needed to get something out for the birthday boy #so please enjoy this incoherent jumble of words #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #zoro #zoro x you #zoro x reader fluff #opla zoro x reader fluff #opla roronoa zoro #one piece #one piece x reader #opla x reader

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redxixi · 11 months

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𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

-werewolf!dabi x female reader | wc:-3k

Disclaimer: all characters are of are. Characters are not mine and belong to horikoshi. This is a work of fanfiction and should not be taken seriously. Minors DNI.

-`warnings:yandere kinda theme, dirty talk, toys, dubcon kinda, names (angel, baby ect), dumbfication, fingering , dom!dabi, sub!reader

☆A/N : this is a continuation of this link. I randomly decided to write it again. Sorry if there is any grammer mistakes or mistakes in general. Bear in mine english is not my first language.

It has been 3 days since the incident, since then you have been living in the cabin locked in your room by him.

A wolf. A werewolf. He was a werewolf.

Those stories about the monsters were real. And that same monster held you captive here, he fed you yes but you were not allowed outside.

"I can't have my doll running off now can i"

He'd say that whenever i pleaded him to let me go.

I was allowed to roam the house and running would be pointless as he would just catch up to me with his inhuman speed. At times i would catch him cooking something and he would invite me, after we would watch a movie, i could never focus on it. Not with him being here.

At night He'd come in the room looking tired, beat up and his fangs would show.

At the time i would pretend to be asleep so he would gently come into bed and wrap his surprisingly warm hands around me waist, bury his head in the crook of my neck and fall asleep. I never resisted him.

I had known this monster for a short while but he never did anything bad to me or even hurt me. He would often ask me what i wanted to eat or if i had cravings, he would cook them for me and sit and talk to me at dinner as if we were a married couple. I never talked back tho, i never answered his questions or even look at him. Part of me felt guilty for him. I could see he was hurt by my actions, but there was also something else bothering him, i could see it in his eyes.

Outside you could hear the birds singing their moring song waking everyone up. I opened my eyes and found myself snuggled up against his chest with his hands around me. I couldn't move, i didn't want to move. No one has ever held me with such care, no one has ever held me as if there were afraid to let me go. I wanted to cry, scream at him but i couldnt.

"Moring doll" his deep moring voice whispered into my ear.

He pulled back and now we were face to face.

"Sleep well?" He said while caressing me cheek.

God please give me the strength to endure his sinful ways

i didn't reply just shook my head slighty and snuggled closer to him.

"stay here im going to make us breakfast and dont forget to take your medicine. that ankle of yours is not going to heal on its own"

he stood up gently and left closing the door behind him. after i fell that day in the forest i hurt my ankle bad. but he has been taking care of it. he even got me medicine, i still cannot walk properly but i mangage.

after 10 minutes he came back into the room with breakfast in his hands. bacon,eggs,toast and some tea. it felt as if we were truly wed.

"here angel eat up you gotta get your strenght up" after he put down the breakfast he turned around to leave. i grabbed his hands.

"w..wait please" this was the first time i spoke to him or said anything since i was here. he knelt down next to were i am sitting on the bed as if he was about to propose to me. he looked into my eyes as if i was the only thing keeping him for going insane and that broke me. i started sobbing and put my hands on my face to hide the ugly crying face i was making. dabi stood up and sat on the bed, he wrapped his hands around me letting me cry into his neck.

"shhh it's okay angel it's okay im here...i know this is tough for you but i can't let you go. i love you too much for that"

"y..you love me" i said pulling back from him and looked him in the eyes while holding onto him as if i was afraid he would let me go.

"oh angel you were the reason i was coming to class everyday and dont think i didn't notice you staring at my hands everyday. angel look at me i love you so much and i dont care if i sound selfish but i don't want to let you go. "

never in my whole life would i have thought that someone as dabi would say those words to me but he did and it was heaven. with that i took the opportunity and finally after what felt like enternity our lips collided. it was soft, sweet and gentle everything like how i imagined it to be. i whimpered into the kiss and dabi took that as an opportunity to push his tounge into my mouth. the sweet, gentle kiss turned into a hot battle. i could feel him putting his hands on the back of my head deepening the kiss even more.

he broke the kiss and a string of saliva was conneting our lips.

"well would you look at that my little angel has a slutty side" he said grinning.

out of shame i hid my face in the crook of his neck.

"oh come on don't get all shy on me now angel we still have the whole day ahead of us"

he leaned in right by my ear and whispered

"and i promise you i will have you pregnant by the end of the day"

pregnant...PREGNANT?! what did he mean by that?! you can't get pregnant now, your still in college and you got stuff to do and your family and-

"i think by now you know that im not normal angel. i'm a werewolf not just any werewolf im an alpha. and the reason why i couldn't come to school for two weeks is because my initiation is coming up. my father used to be the leader of the pack but now that responsibility has fallen on my shoulders. and i also have another responsibility"

he looks in your eyes and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

"my other responsibility is to make sure that i have a mate and i wanted to choose you angel. i also had to make sure that my mate was going to birth my childeren as soon as they can. as future leader of the pack and alpha i have to make sure to birth as many children as i can. it is a tradition i cannot break"

mate? children? birth? leader? what?

"you...want..me to be your mate...and birth your children...uhm isn't it normal to go on a date or know more about eachother before i birth your children."

"sure it is normal for humans but now for werewolfs oh and my heat is coming up so you better prepare yourself for tonight angel and saying no is not an option. you will be my mate and you will birth my childeren angel. from now on your mine and dont expect to go back to college anytime soon."

with that he stood up and left closing the door. sealing my..no our fates togethor. tears stream down your face. for once you had hope he would be kind enough to let you go and maybe you two could still be togethor.

It was night now 8 pm to be exact and you sat in your room on your bed next to a beautiful robe dabi picked out for you. You could't cry anymore hell you couldnt even think straight at this point. dabi came in 20 minutes ago and layed down the robe on the bed along with some roses.

"get ready in 20 minutes and come to my room angel. tonight is the night i make you truly mine"

it had been 20 minutes and all you could do is stare at the dress. Is this it? what would happen after tonight? would you not see your parents anymore? what about uraraka? what about school, your dreams, your life. will it all be in his control now? there was a knock on the door that broke you of your thoughts and a voice on the other side spoke.

"hurry up angel dont keep me waiting. i am not a patient man"

"i...im coming..soon"

you said soflty but loud enough for him to hear. you started to strip and put on the dress. you walked to the desk an sat down looking at yourself in the mirror. your eyes were all puffy from crying but alteast the robe looked amazing....

after 10 minutes the door to dabi's room opened. he was standing looking out the window, shirtless. he turned around and he thought his heart was about to explode. there you were in all your glory. the dress was a perfect fit and the red colour was definitely a right choice.

he walked over to were you were standing and closed the door to the room.

"you look like an angel.

he took your hands and kissed you softly on the lips. a single tear slipped from your eyes and he kissed them away.

"shhhh it will be okay im here. no need to worry your little dumb head okay. from now on you dont need to worry about assigments or lame boys trying to fuck you cause the only one fucking you now is going to be me."

he took your hands and led you to the bed.

"go ahead present yourself for me doll"

you looked at him with pleading eyes hoping that it was a joke but his blue eyes did not lie. trembeling you lied down on the bed on your back. you turned your head as to not wanting to see his face. then you felt it ,his hands on your feet. he kissed your legs slowly working his way up. soon he reached your thighs and he bit the inner part of them. you winched in pain but that pain would soon be forgotten. he took both legs and spread them not giving you room to fight back. he looked down seeing your cute red underwear he also chose for you.

"cute" he thought.

He put his nose to your underwear taking in your scent. You were breathing heavy now, suddenly he plunged his middle finger in your cunt without warning. you put your hands over your mouth as to not let out the sinful sound you were making.

"aww come on i wanna hear every sound you make. if you dont take off your hands i will tie you up and i dont think you want that do you"

scared moved you hands away.

"good girl you deserve a reward for that"

he plunged another finger in your cunt and trusted them in and out curling them along your walls.

"i can feel you sucking them in. aren't you a naughty girl"

it was too much. you tried not making any sounds but god was he good with his hands. suddenly he poked against your g-spot and you let out a yelp.

"aah so here it is"

"n...no i-"

you looked at him with fear but he did not care he kept thrusting his fingers against that spot violently and you could feel yourself getting close. The pleasure was building up quick but suddenly he stopped and pulled out his fingers.

"The only place you get to cum is on my cock okay angel"

He litterly almost ripped out the beautiful robe you were wearing leaving you naked. You quickly hid your body with your hands. This was too much. You were on the verge of tears.

"Aww baby come here. Its okay hmm i got you, i will make you feel really good okay"

He kissed me slowly and passionately while taking my hands away from my body and locking out fingers together. It felt good. Too good and you secretly loved it. You were not supposed to love it. He was about to get you possibly pregnant and end everything...so why are you enjoying it.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad

"Fucking gorgeous"

He stood up and got rid of this pants and his underwear and there it was, in all its glory. His cock was a big and pretty. It had veins and a pretty pink tip that you wanted to suck on.

"I...never....no one ever did this to me...."

Slowly he started to stalk you on the bed as if once again you were his prey.

"Even better i get to be the only one to ever touch you"

he grabbed both of your legs and yanked them open , revealing your naked cunt. he took your legs and pulled them towards him, bending you so that your legs were now on his shoulder and you were looking him in his eyes. you close your eyes out of embarresment and turn your head. right then you felt his hands on your cheek.

"angel please look at me. i want this moments to be special. please."

he pleaded with a voice that would even make the greatest come to their knees. slowly you opend your eyes and turned your head to look at him. it was as if time had stopped.

"it will hurt for a bit okay but i promise it will feel good after"

you could feel his cock teasing your hole, slowly and painfully. slowly he entered you and it stung causing you to let out a loud whine, your hands held onto his forearm for dear life.

"h..hurt..bad...please"

you pleaded with tears falling from your eyes. god why'd his dick have to be so fucking big. after what felt like forever his cock was nesteld deep inside, almost hitting your crevix.

"w..why aren't you OH-"

he started to move his cock violently in and out of your cunt without warning.

"w..wait...please it hurts fuckk"

you couldnt hold in your moans anymore, the pain was slowly becoming into sinful pleasure and he was enjoying everypart of this. your moans were becoming louder and you almost could't breath.

"such a good girl for me taking me so well fuckkkk i could feel you tighting on me aww dont tell me my little angel likes dirty talk."

you couldn't focus anymore everything started to become blurry the only thing you felt and thought of was his cock. this is wrong so wrong, he was defiling you and your body wasn't listening to you anymore.

"tell me you want me to breed you. tell me how much you love this"

you couldn't and didn't reply. the pressure was getting too much, you could feel something happening inside, something wanting to come out, you wanted to let go so much but then it went away. he stopped.

"w..what why would you-"

"you did not listen to me so that makes you a bad girl angel and bad girls dont get to cum. but if you tell me what i want to hear then i will gladly do so"

how could he expect you to ever say such vulgular words to him. you could feel him still thrusting in and out but very slowly. it was not enough you needed no wanted more. did it really matter. so what if you wouldn't see your family or friends, so what if you could't go to school, you'd still have dabi and soon he would get you pregnant. it doesn't sound too bad. he would come home to you everyday, pamper you, love you and fuck you. did it really matter. no.

"please fuck me, breed me, use me, just do anything. please please i want it please"

and that was it. he fucked you like some starved animal that hadn't been fed for months. you couldnt think straight, your eyes rolled back to your head when he started to play with your clit.

"thats it my baby, my girl, my angel, mine mine mine all mine. gonna bread you so good so fucking good"

he was close, so were you. at this point you were chanting his name like a prayer, your eyes formed litterl hearts. it looked like something straight from those hentai you used to watch. never would you have thought you would be in one.

"im close angel. gonna give you all my pups dont worry."

you let out a sinful moan chanting yes yes yes over and over again. he kept thrusting in and out until he hit that sweet spot inside you and thats all it took. you screamed out his name and he fucked you throught it not stopping at all.

"w..wait im sensetiveeeee~"

your plea fell on deaf ears as he kept thrusting on and on. his thrusts were becoming faster and he could feel his high there. all it took was a couple more thrusts and he came hard while inside you.

"s..so much cum"

and it was allot, it never seemed to stop. he was about to collapse on you but he caught himself. the sight was something to see. he kept your legs open and watched as his cum slipped out of it. he took his fingers and pushed them back in.

"you full princess"

you felt as if you were on cloud nine.

"uh huh"

you nodded weakly with a smile.

he leaned over and opened the drawer by his bed and took a piece of metal? plastic? you couldn't tell. suddenly you felt something cold against your cunt.

"w..what are you..what is that"

he thursted the metal object into your sore cunt. the sudden intrusion caushing you to whine, you tried to reach to get it out but he stopped you.

"nuh uh uh that little toy in you will help keep my cum there and you have to walk around with it all day long and it also does this"

he took a little remote and pressed a button. the toy inside you was vibrating and with the cum inside you it felt as if your insides were being moved. your hands clenched the bedsheats and tears were falling from your eyes. but it still felt good.

"don't worry angel this is just the start"

#mha dabi #dabi x reader smut #bnha touya #mha touya #writing smut is exhausting #wolf dabi #dabi smut #dabi todoroki #mha au idea #mha au #dabi au

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squarebracketsmileyface · 5 months

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A Pearl by Mitski is kinda post Jaylex into Jam territory if you think about it.

Hello? Mind reader?? You are so correct???

This is even better mind reading because of what I was writing like right before I remembered i had this ask and wanted to answer it and shit. Like???? This is very much post Jaylex and into Jam, BUT it is also post Jaylex the first time they "broke up" oh my god.

Hang on, I'll explain it with the lyrics lol

Lyric analysis time because for some reason this is like my favourite thing to do when I wanna think about sorry its locked but can't actually write it for whatever reason.

You're growing tired of me You love me so hard and I still can't sleep You're growing tired of me And all the things I don't talk about

SO ABOUT THAT POST JAYLEX'S FIRST 'BREAK UP' ehehhehehehehehheheh. Right, so, after Alex started dating Amy in college, Jay did (eventually) start trying to, like, date and have sex with other people. He never really managed to date anyone, it was always just not-quite-actually-casual casual sex. And they always ended up getting tired of Jay, because they were trying their best and he was hung up on Alex still (and would be for the next rest-of-his-life) And Jay never actually talked to them about why he was the way he way, just learned to warn them ahead of time to try and scare them away so that he wouldn't end up getting hurt when they inevitably got too upset with him over something and broke it off with him.

And, obviously. Yeah, Jam. Jay's so worried that the same thing that happened with Alex and all the other people is gonna happen with Tim, and if it did it'd probably break him even worse than Alex did, honestly. Purely because the stuff with Tim would stack on top of the stuff with Alex and they'd become one thing and Jay would just not know how to deal with that literally at all.

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you Sorry, I can't take your touch

Pre first Jaylex break up. Yeah. One of the reasons Jay got broken up with by at least one person was that they were meant to behaving casual sex, and Jay went through a period of time where he just, really really couldn't. Which like, fair, and fair i guess for the person being like, yeah i'll go find someone else to have sex with. but also they did it in a nasty way so never mind, fuck them lmao. (I just love putting Jay through shit lmao, I'm so sorry to that poor guy, I need to write a lil fluffy oneshot of him and Tim just being okay)

It's just that I fell in love with a war Nobody told me it ended And it left a pearl in my head And I roll it around every night Just to watch it glow Every night, baby, that's where I go

Ow. Just. Ow.

Cos, yeah, Jay did. He really, really did fall in love with a war didn't he? That whole relationship with Alex was just this constant series of battles with himself and his feelings for Alex, and battles with Alex himself because of how he treated Jay and how Jay wanted to be treated. And his brain can't fully comprehend that Tim's not going to just be the exact same as everyone else, the exact same as Alex. And the thing is that Tim IS going to be different, but they're not going to have enough time for Jay's head to actually wrap itself around that so that he can believe it.

And obviously, they never could get enough time, because of all the shit with the operator, but Tim at least is holding out hope that they'll both survive is and they'll get the time afterwards.

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you Sorry, I can't take your touch

Jay's so scared that having issues with intimacy is gonna fuck up his chances with Tim, but it wont. Logically he knows it wont (and I refuse to make them angsty enough that Jay wouldn't bother to say no if he didn't wanna do something) but there is still this little part of his head that says that if he goes too long not wanting to have sex, it'll somehow fuck something up.

There's a hole that you fill You fill, you fill

Also I fully intend for Jay to be very unhealthy about Tim :] Just like he was very unhealthy about Alex (especially back in college)

Poor guy's gonna fucking idolize Tim once he realizes Tim really really actually likes him. Which, y'know. Not good. Thankfully Jay's lil eventual obsession or whatever it is (idk, a hyperfixation on a person? that's what I called it. Basically, pretty much every waking thought Jay has is somehow about Tim/reminds him of Tim, if Tim is even slightly in a bad mood Jay assumes it's because of him and gets viciously terrified that Tim's going to leave him and hate him forever, he'd accept any kind of 'penance' or punishment from Tim for whatever he did wrong, if anything bad happens to Tim Jay get's violently enraged and wants to 'fix it' the quickest way possible, etc. He basically feels like Tim is perfect and he can't live without him. idk if that makes sense? I'm tired and never figured out what the fuck this thingy is, but i'm giving it to Jay)

Tim is Jay's missing piece, and Jay's going to hack at his own edges to make sure that Tim fits him, just like he did back in college to try and make Alex fit him.

He's just made up of pieces of himself and other people that he sawed off and cobbled together to make sure that the person he was in love with would perfectly 'complete' and 'fix' him.

But it's just that I fell in love with a war And nobody told me it ended And it left a pearl in my head And I roll it around every night Just to watch it glow Every night, baby, that's where I go Just to watch it glow

goddamnit now i wanna plan a fic to dive into Tim and Jay's relationship after sorry its locked and before Jay dies, just so I can make Jay not okay and Tim not okay, but their brand of not okay works well enough for the short amount of time they have together. If Jay lived they'd have the worlds messiest break up oh my god lmao.

why do i torture them like this?

#Also like oh my god i've been looking for this song for so fucking long because meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lmao #honestly tho. this is such a perfect song for Jaylex as a whole. and the start of Jam #Mostly it's about Jay just being very unhealthy about all the people he falls in love with #he can't be fixed in the amount of time he has left. but if he lived and didn't end up running the fuck away from Tim i think he could heal #and still stay in a relationship with Tim. but itd be really hard and a LOT of work #they could do it. but also sorry its locked has everyone who dies in canon die in it. because i love the angst of:#“Jay dies in Alex's arms because he can't deny himself the chance to be held by Alex one last time” and:#Alex goes to Tim for help dying because he literally can't kill himself and he's so broken over having to kill Jay that he doesn't care #anymore. And he knows Tim has managed to live with the Operator sickness. so if anyone is left alive. yeah it should be Tim #That's too much words in the tags woops #marble hornets #marble hornets fanfic #alex kralie #tim wright #marble hornets fanfiction #jay merrick #jaylex #mh jam #MH sorry its locked

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Bad Medicine

You give Eddie a call

Part 1: Rock the Night

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Minors go away I’ll kick you in the forehead. Phone Sex. Dirty Talk. Brief p in v sex (not really descriptive). Thinking of someone else while getting fucked. Masturbation (both). He calls you sweetheart and pretty baby (which I did not know made me basically feral so). Size Kink? Ig? He makes fun of you a little for crying lmaoo. It literally turned into you getting off while Eddie basically degrades you a little but he also praises you too Ig Idk its kinda all over the place, he doesn't know if you're a sweetheart or a whore, so, I told you the pretty baby made me feral. He calls you so many names I- no pronouns used though.

You were so close, so very very close. The image of Eddie last week, hovering over while he fucked that final orgasm out of you, had completely replaced the sight of Charles. Your head was thrown back, your eyes were closed, and your teeth were dug into your bottom lip to keep from calling Eddie’s name.

When you felt his rhythm go sloppy you knew it was over, he’d be cumming soon and you’d be left unsatisfied, again. You tightened your grip on him, trying to keep him close so maybe he’d get the hint and just keep fucking you for once, but instead he knocked your hands away and fell beside you, placing a lazy kiss to your forehead before he was rolling over to go to sleep with not even a good night, love you, good job, fuck off, or anything.

You lifted up on your elbow and looked down at him, your eyes widening as he already started snoring, scoffing. “Are you fucking serious?” You whispered, plopping back on the bed and glaring at the ceiling. You stood up and made your way to the bathroom, shaking your head as you leaned against the sink and slid your hand under the nightgown Charles hadn’t bothered to slip off, your fingers circling your clit as you started to think about Eddie again, your other hand curling around the edge of the sink.

You thought about the way his fingers moved inside you, how they twisted and curled to reach places even you didn't know existed. How his cock felt splitting you open. The absolutely filthy things he said to you as you laid pliant underneath him, more than happy to just lay and take what he was giving.

“From now on... when he falls asleep.. I want you to call me while you touch yourself. Got it?” Eddie’s words rang through your head like he was right next to you, you even looked to make sure he wasn’t, and to your dismay, you were alone in the too-bright bathroom.

You ripped your hand away like it was on fire and ran to the phone as quietly as you could, kneeling on the couch as you dialed Eddie’s number, chewing on your nail lightly. When the phone picked up you could hear laughing on the other end, and immediately deflated. Great, Eddie’s busy, now you were gonna have to take care of it alone. “Munson- shut up, man!” Eddie’s vibrant laugh ran through your ears and went straight to your pussy, already throbbing again.

“Munson. What’s up?” You bit your lip and shifted a little. “Hi, Eddie. Is-is this a bad time?” You hoped the tone in your voice gave away what you wanted, and judging by the noise Eddie made, it did. “No such thing, sweetheart.” Then, you heard the sound of the phone likely sitting on some kind of surface.

“Alright get the fuck out!” “What?! Dude what the hell?! We were gonna watch Halloween 3 next!” “I got more important shit! Let’s go!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of Eddie arguing and ushering his friends out the door, shaking your head fondly.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” He purred. “Now.. if I’m remembering correctly I told you to call whenever you had sex and he didn’t let you finish… this the first time he’s touched you since then?”

You shuddered a little and nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you. “Yeah..” you said softly, biting your lip hard as he scoffed.

“Fucking pathetic.” He huffed. “What are you doing now, sweetheart?” “I’m sitting on the couch… waiting for you to help me cum.” You said softly, a mixture of a growl/groan ringing in your ears. “Oh, poor pretty baby.” He purred softly.

“I bet… you’ve got your pretty thighs pressed so tight together… that pretty little pussy of yours just begging to be touched.” You could hear his belt buckle now, the metal clinking loudly as he tugged it from his belt loops. “Were you thinking about me?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “While he was fucking that greedy little pussy of yours?” He started talking again before you could. “I bet you were… I bet… all you could think about was how my big cock felt splitting you open… fucking every last orgasm out of you.”

You shuddered and moaned, your hand sliding between your legs as you rubbed slowly. “Eddie..” you whispered softly, blushing deeply. "Were you?" Eddie cooed lightly. "Y-yes.." you glanced towards the hall. Charles was a pretty heavy sleeper so you doubted you'd have to worry much about him waking up and catching you, had you gotten your own orgasm you might've felt proud that your pussy put him to sleep so fast and so hard, but now, now it was just annoying.

"I-I had to bite my lip to keep from saying your name... I couldn't stop thinking about how much bigger you are than him." Your head fell back, almost completely lost in the fantasy again. "Are you touching yourself? I don't remember telling you to touch yourself." Eddie taunted, making you whine. "No, Eddie please... I need to." You begged softly, though you stopped your hand, fingers pressed against your clit but not moving.

Eddie groaned lowly. "You.. are so luckily I'm not right there with you, sweetheart." You licked your lips slowly. "W-why? What would you do..?" You and Charles weren't very experimental, dating through your school years it was very unlikely for you to be doing something like this on your mother's couch. But you weren't on your mother's couch, you weren't 17 anymore, and you were on the phone with Eddie Munson, not Charles. Charles, who was nuzzled away blissfully unaware that you were touching yourself to the sound of Eddie munon's breathing, companied by the soft echo of his rings hitting the phone whenever he would shift.

"Have you crying like before." Eddie started mimicking your whimpers and pleas of his name. "Oh. Eddie, please. Please let me cum, Eds. Oh pretty please." He mocked, his voice breathy and desperate to mimic how yours had been. The taunting had you circling your fingers again, biting your lip hard as you let out a shuddery breath. The sounds stopped abruptly and so did you, holding your breath.

"You better not be playing with that pretty clit." Eddie tsked. "I never said you could, sweetheart. Am I gonna have to find a new nickname to fit you better? Can't call you sweetheart if you can't even follow simple instructions."

You whined. "but Eddie~" "But Eddie~" Eddie mimicked, causing you to blink rapidly. "Are you seriously-" "Oh, Eddie. Please fuck me. I need your fat cock." He interrupted, giving slightly exaggerated moans. "I'm dripping for you." Eddie's voice shuddered with his words, almost like he was getting off on it just as much as you were.

"P-please, Eddie... wanna touch myself. Please." You whined. "Need to cum so bad, been thinking about you all week." His breathy laugh echoed through your head again and you swallowed thickly as you bit down on your lip. "All week, huh?" He licked his lips as you let out a desperate agreeing sound. "Go ahead, sweetheart, since you've been so patient all week."

you immediately started to circle your fingers again, shuddering a little and moaning as you dropped your head back. "Thank you, Eds." You whined happily. "Thank you, Eds." Eddie mimicked, chuckling softly. "Listen to you. Thanking the town Freak for letting you play with your pussy." He tsked teasingly. "Maybe I do need to find another name for you." The shudder in his voice was back again, and if you strained your ears you could hear the jingling of his wallet chain, the sound making you flashback to that night.

"L-Like what?" You asked softly, arching your back a little as you closed your eyes. "Oh I could think of so many~" Eddie shifted to get more confortable, the clack of his rings making you shudder and moan. Everything about this phone call had you thinking about that night, the way Eddie's fingers felt inside you, the way he moaned into your ear, the way his mouth pursed when he gathered spit, just to drip onto your tongue.

"Swallow... there ya go, pretty baby. Very good~" Eddie's cooed words echoed loudly in your head. "Are you listening, y/n?" You blinked rapidly and looked at the phone in your hand. "y-yes. I'm listening..."

"Really? Then what did I say?" He hummed thoughtfully into the receiver, making a ticcing (like the clock sound on that gameshow jeopardy? I dont watch those things) sound with his tongue when you. "That little pussy of yours is so fucking greedy you can't even listen?" Eddie chuckled and you could hear him shaking his head.

"I can't help it, Eds... I keep thinking about you... how you felt inside me." You shuddered a little. "Aww, poor baby..." Eddie let out a small moan. "I've been thinkin' about you too. All week... didn't matter where I was I was thinking about how your pretty pussy swallowed me up." He groaned softly. "Like my own personal little slut." He purred softly.

You whimpered happily at the thought, circling your fingers faster as you shuddered. "Oh, you like that, don't ya?" Eddie chuckled. "You like being called my little slut?" He hummed softly. "god I'd have you screaming right now." He growled lowly. "Begging for my cock again~ you sounded so pretty, baby." He said softly, his head thumping against the wall behind him. "Wanted to cover you in marks, show you how pretty that skin looks littered with bites and hickeys."

"Eddie~" You whimpered softly. "Go ahead and slide your fingers in, baby. I know you want to. Give it what it wants." He purred. You slid two of your fingers in immediately, moaning happily as you melted into the couch, sighing happily and closing your eyes.

"Aww there you go, you sound so pretty." Eddie groaned happily. "Not as pretty as when I pushed my cock into you, but pretty nonetheless." He teased. "Bet you don't sound half as pretty when he fucks you, do you?"

"No." You said quickly, whimpering softly. "I'm louder with you than with him. So much louder." You moaned, trying to mimic what Eddie had done with his fingers last week, shuddering happily as you felt the knot start to build again.

"I bet you are." Eddie chuckled and licked his lips slowly. "I bet that greedy little pussy of yours is throbbing right now, begging to be fucked." When you made a sound of agreement he chuckled softly.

"Need you so bad, Eddie. Felt so good inside me." You whined happily, rocking down as you added a third finger, thrusting and curling them like Eddie had, your eyelids fluttering as you heard Eddie breathing heavily on the other side of the phone.

"Are-are you-?" "Yeah, sweetheart." he moaned softly, grunting softly into the phone, you could practically see Eddie in front of you, fisting his thick, gorgeous cock, making you watch him but not letting you touch him. "You just sound so fucking good when you say my name like that." He purred happily, his voice shaky.

"Got me thinking about that pussy again~" He moaned. "When you gonna let me fuck you again?" He hummed softly. "want you to come back and let me eat that pretty pussy again."

"Whenever you want, Eds." You said quickly, whimpering happily. "You can fuck me whenever you want w-wherever you want." You moaned.

"Yeah? You wanna bend over for me? You think about me fucking you out in public? For everyone to see how much of a whore you are for The Freak? Hm?" You whimpered happily. "I bet you do." Eddie chuckled softly.

"Think about me taking you in the bathroom after a show? i saw you there last Tuesday." He moaned. "Did you like the show, little slut?" You bit your lip and moaned happily, thrusting your fingers a little harder.

"Y-Yeah. Y.. You looked so good on stage." You said shyly. "I-I couldn't stop looking at your hands." You moaned. "Yeah? Did you play with that pretty pussy when you got home?" he smirked. "You think about my thick fingers fucking your pussy?" He purred softly, the sentence ending in a moan.

"Yeah." You whimpered happily, nodding quickly even if he couldn't see you. "Did you even wait before you were sinking those pretty fingers of yours in?" "No." You replied quickly, prayoing he would just keep talking to you like that, his own voice shaky and on edge as he fucked his own fist.

"Greedy, greedy." He tsked. "Should've talked to me, sweetheart, we could've been doing this." He teased. "Didn't have to wait for him to send you to me, I would've been more than happy to make you cum that night."

"I... I wanted to but-but he was there.." Eddie chuckled. "And that's stopping you now? I mean, look at yourself." He stopped to moan, imagining to sight of you kneeling on the couch with your fingers buried inside you. "Fingering yourself to the thought of Eddie Munson fucking you, while Charles sleeps just down the hall."

Eddie had been to your house enough by now to know some of the layout, and that fact alone was enough to drive you insane. The both of you were well aware of how close the bedroom was. "What would he think if he saw you right now, hm?" He grunted and let out a shuddering breath, but he continued speaking so you figured it was rhetorical. "Fuck, haven't been able to get you out of my head, Doll." He whispered, his voice slightly strained. You were both so close, there was a thought, in the back of your head, wondering if Eddie could hear the squelching sounds.

"Every time I get a moment to think," you heard him take a deep breath, harmonizing with the soft gasp that left your lips, your fingers grazing against your gspot before you started massaging there, moaning happily as your head fell back. "Oh I know that sound." He teased. "You gonna cum sweetheart?" He moaned softly. "Yeah." You whimpered softly.

"Fuck. Go ahead. I'm right there with you, pretty baby." He moaned into the phone, his rings sliding and clinking against the phone when it started to slip out of his grip before he caught it.

God that nickname was driving you mad. You whimpered happily and pressed yoru face into the cushion of the couch as you moaned louder than you wanted to, the sound muffled by the couch. Eddie was cumming right on the tailend of yours, grunting out a weak moan of your name, the distant thud of his shoe hitting the floor echoing just enough for it to accompany his moans.

"Fuck.." He whispered softly, panting heavily. "Clean your fingers for me, sweetheart." He said softly, his ears perking up at the sound of you sucking on your fingers. "Good job.. now I want you to get you some water, eating something, use the bathroom, clean yourself up, and have a very, very good sleep. understood?"

You couldn't help but smile. "Okay. Bye." You went to hang up but heard his voice loudly protesting. "Excuse you. but I expect to hear you drink that water and eat." You laughed softly and got up, thankful Charles had got one of the cordless phones like you asked, and went to the kitchen, talking with Eddie until you went to clean up.

"Goodnight, beautiful." You smiled and bit your lip. "Goodnight, Eddie." You said softly before hanging up the phone, practically floating to the bathroom.

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mikiruma · 11 months

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alright meet the robinsons headcanon dump bc i had a LOT of thoughts at work. mostly laszlo and tallulah. ok so they're basically all laszlo and tallulah but hear me out (wall of text below)

courtesy of me always seeing them as twins before learning laszlo was older: they are often mistaken as twins

> sometimes tallulah will refer to laszlo as her "baby brother" for no other reason than to confuse/piss him off

they don't hate each other but bothering the hell out of each other is an olympic sport and they're both going for gold

yeah they get on each others nerves but for the most part its for The Bit. also depending on who started it they have a tendency to forget where The Bit ends and Being A Jerk begins

that being said they are so tight you rarely see one without the other

i mentioned this before but they're huge film nerds. mainly anything with practical effects and cheesy costuming and etc etc. they give me huge "backyard film production" energy too. they definitely have embarrassing old movies they made as kids/teens hidden somewhere, but would absolutely get back into it if they weren't so caught up in their current hobbies

also HUGE sci-fi nerds. i'm still convinced they're trekkies

they're both autistic and get caught in feedback loops of just infodumping back and forth with each other

laszlo looks/sounds like the nerd emoji but tallulah is the one going "WELL ACKSHUALLY" (although not in any effort to be a know-it-all)

joe and/or billie babysat them maybe once or twice when they were younger. legend says that's why they decided not to have kids (although unproven.) laslzo and tallulah say "thats fair"

also they're both trans, they traded genders :)

they probably did a lot more collaborating growing up but since they have their own lives they kinda just fell out of it. their comeback is on the horizon though. someday...

laszlo specific thoughts

transmasc + gay + he/him (his gender is probably something really esoteric he doesn't really care to get into but he's got secret they/them locked and loaded for emergencies. which emergencies? idk)

brain tangents aplenty (adhd comorbidity lets goooo), and has a tendency to miss the bigger picture. at least he squashed that bad habit... with finishing art pieces. mostly inspired by the video game

watches 60s-70s action movies w/ art

dabbles in any medium he can get his hands on but feels the most at home painting

he's actually kind of nosy, but great at keeping secrets

an awful chef but halfway decent with presentation

prefers demonstration/instruction before attempting something new- not out of anxiety, he just loves seeing how other people do things

legally blind without his goggles/glasses

tallulah specific thoughts

transfem + aro pan + she/her (gender is less abstract but she also doesn't care what gendered terms you use for her)

the first to correct someone if she knows they're wrong

laszlo's the only one allowed to mess with her. not bc of any protectiveness she just genuinely doesn't care what other ppl have to say about her

prefers to learn through experience (whether she reads instructions/asks for help first depends on.. idk. the cosmic forces)

please ask her about the art deco movement she is so normal about it please pleaseplease

she's a waaaaay better designer/model than a seamstress. yeah she hasn't gotten around to fixing her sewing machine. yeah this dress she made is held together by hot glue and prayers. she didn't ask you though

LOVES to travel. part for inspiration, part for expanding her collection of tacky souvenirs

almost never seen without some sort of hat. extravagance unrelated her head just feels naked without one

#talking #🎨#if any of this is contradicted by some deep canon lore i missed. 1) i dont care 2) i want to see it anyway #i heard abt the in-character interviews and i need to see them.#also point is they are peak sibling energy

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anna-neko · 1 year

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ok @misterdadguy FOR NEXT TIME, LET US AIM TO READ ANOTHER QUARTER OF BOOK

this puts us almost halfway thru the story! You will know you in right place, as Mort will be in a TAVERN the line to stop - "Everyone had seen Mort run through it three times. He just hadn't opened it" get ready to watch ya boi learn the job a bit, mess up, meet some new cast members…. (a few things will seem like Good Omens references.... but this IS Pratchett we talkin about, so really, it's all comin from the same creative pool)

lets do some Sir pTerry notes so far! behind cut to save others timelines

DISNEY at one point had optioned Discworld, MORT specifically, for an animated movie

the deal eventually fell thru as Discworld came as more of a complete package than they wanted (don't know details of rights sales/ownership here. Gonna guess it was maybe similar to Jim Henson's MUPPETS being diff package to Henson Workshop creatures type thing?) a lovely pre-production concept art by Claire Keane. Keli to Ysabell contrast is really *chefs kiss*

Another lovely art: its not quite as book described, but maybe this is what Disney was already rewriting it to be? absolutely captures the PRESENCE of Ysabelle in Death's house tho

This is purely "pop culture has ruined me" but for the first day kept reading "Mort" as "Morty" each time its there, right. as In Rick and Morty almost kinda works in that hilarious awkward way, as for MOST of the book everyone keeps referring to him as "boy" and he corrects "Mort" Every. Single. Time. So did my brain kept forcefully correcting and rereading the name each time, to get it right ahhh Mortimer, we really in it this time

so basically Discworld summaries is literal shitposts. Perfectly accurate, but they all come off this way! like, u try a good summary that isn't spoilers: "if Meet Joe Black was B-story to Great Expectations" that is my summary for this book, make up your own when you ready!

*flipping thru notes* the scene with the thieves was fav funny bit: the dashes swears being so effortlessly pronounced! Also reannual plants!!! a throwaway joke that'll get reused like…10 books later

Geography notes: All the diff places have diff rulers here, all their own city-states. Sto Lat has a King, Ankh-Porpork has Patrician, Djelibeybi had pharaohs? ("sto lat" if the T is softened up & the "a" is sounded out like "eh" it very much sounds like "100 years" in russian. Make of that what you will) When they mention Klatchian and whatnot - The Seriphate of Klatch, desert country, across the sea. At this point of the books, a world-map hasn't been properly created (didn't bother until the late-90s) so don't worry about keeping some places straight. The important part is if a certain fiction VIBE is there, roll with it (it's probly another 2 pop-culture references holding up a pun)

A round of applause for Death naming his horse BINKY I like to headcanon that bebi~Ysabelle was allowed to name horses

Also, again a throwaway line, but SUCH A GOOD JOKE - Death commenting he gets his coins in pairs i read it, nodded, moved on… like an hour later the full meaning of the line smacked me upside the head

When they go to visit a certain dude ready for reincarnation - in real life, that name is a reference to a Tibetan monk … who turned out to be fake btw, buuuut he did published lots of books!

This book was written in the 80s, so i feel some stuff may have been more obvious to people closer to that pop~culture era Once we hit the mid-90s (later books duuh) …. u gonna be seeing it Every Line!! Like you know, if today I make a Seinfeld reference, half the room will give blank stares, and half will nod knowingly... LIKE THAT!

oh, and just a heads up goin ahead, as we will be meeting WIZARDS dog-Latin will happen! As in basically take a normal English phrase, and translate single words into latin, so it kinda forms a phrase? Not following any proper latin grammar rules.. but it looks fancy!

"I feel like there's opportunity to see how someone can lose themself in their work that it erases part of who they are" YES!!! you are a bit early on this point, but this is EXACTLY what will be happening to Mort, in a way….. don't wanna say too much, you will absolutely see it happening in the later part of the book

Ysabell is….. oh there's a reason she is the way she is, and there will be a fantastic scene which breaks it down. For the current moment, she is basically playing out The Great Expectation novel, what with being so stand-offish and constantly calling him "boy" Altho thats the entire b-plot in itself…. Sir Terry absolutely makes parts of all his books this way, and it never gets old!!

Princess Keli is …. ooooh boy is she a major plot point, not spoiling. The man does not write in anything needlessly, everything will come back in some way

YES YES YES 100 TIMES YES on certain puns needing a minute to…. "digest" or "sink in" as it were. There is ONE line in freakin Monstrous Regiment, that no joke, took me MONTHS! Like within the story it works a certain way [it works!! it makes perf in-fiction sense!], but then fast forward and us goin to see Beetlejuice musical and a song lyric suddenly snuck up and my brain went "hol…up… wait wait wait… motherfuck!!!" as the secondary meaning of the pun from the novel suddenly made too much sense! (which i then inflicted on a friend some weeks later, and his reaction was just as priceless)

This is the absolute wonder of Pratchett's writing - he will tell a great story, it will be very engaging! But on 2nd look… all these lil hidden puns and references and extra touches come thru, and it … just… SUDDENLY EVEN BETTER

#bookclub #discworld

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juneviews · 1 year

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Okay so I started the Warp Effect a few days ago, I saw it going around on this platform when it was airing but I didn’t start because there was a lot of BL airing that I was watching at that time and to be honest straight-leaning drama (even if I knew there was GL and BL rep) is no longer my thing. However I decided to give a try because I have seen glowing reviews and now I come to you because obviously as I am late with the watching, there are not much people talking about it and there is an aspect of this show that deeply bothered me and I wanted to talk with someone. I found the Alex/jean storyline really upsetting. I thought that Jean and the situation as a whole was extremely, extremely unfair. It might be the biggest form of gaslighting that I probably have ever seen in media.

First of all, I don’t consider that Jean was R-word by Alex that night and that’s a big issue because it shouldn’t be up to debate but clear for the viewers and I have seen multiple viewers debating about it. It’s not that Alex didn’t listen to her when she told him to get off, it’s that he either couldn’t hear what she was saying or understand because immediately after he fell into unconsciousness because he was too drunk and that should have been the focus of this storyline ; I mean it kind of was touched upon but it should have been the theme of their storyline, how drunken sex is not safe and can lead to multiple issue as consent is not being given fully by the TWO PARTIES as they are too drunk.

However for this storyline, Alex was blamed for the pictures being taken of her and going public, he was blamed for being drunk when she was as drunk, he was being blamed for not being there for her when she got pregnant when she never told him, he was blamed for absolutely everything and I don’t think it’s right. I understand what they were trying to do with this storyline but it was poorly made in my opinion and once again seeing the viewers reaction to it because I went to check the comments to get my head around this confirm to me that this was poorly executed as it’s going all over the place : multiple people understood things differently, they saw the storyline differently than others did and for me the education part is losing its meaning if viewers can’t comprehend fully. It just doesn’t give feminist storyline with male accountability that I am sure they wanted to do, it’s giving a woman is the responsibility of a man in every situation because honestly that’s how they made Jean see things, Alex was supposed to be responsable for her in everything and to stop her when he was as drunk when she gave consent. That’s what he is doing in the future but that’s because he already know the situation and was gaslighted to being the sole responsible. And that’s not education for me.

Sorry it got longer than what I wanted to say, I know you probably don’t remember everything as it ended two months ago but I can’t wait to have your opinion on this.

hi, so I've talked many times about the alex/jean storyline kinda ruining the show for me on my blog (I still love the show, but less than what could've been), but I think your ask is very interesting bc it put its finger where I couldn't. I was bothered about alex hurting jean in that way but also couldn't call it r*pe as it's clear in the show he's just way too drunk & didn't hear her, yet this is still a fucked up scene to witness & makes the viewer rightfully uncomfy. imo alex was definitely blamed for everything as a sort of plot device to advance the show, but moreover my issues with the jean/alex storyline was that 1) they ended together despite it all, when it's okay to end up in bad terms, especially for a high school romance, & 2) the entire universe that we saw in the show when they're 30 is rendered useless once alex goes back & changes the past, which felt very empty for me. and yes, while I think the education aspect is very good for the other characters, there's no lesson to be taken from jean & alex. bc the thing is, when you drunkenly violate consent like alex did & give the woman lifelong ptsd like jean had, you don't get to go back in time & make that not happen. you have to live with the consequences of your action and take responsibility, even if you didn't intend for it to happen. so yeah, the warp effect was good & very important for many topics imo, but not the alex/jean storyline.

xxx

#answers #the warp effect #the warp effect the series #also bold of you to assume I forget about shows after 2 months lmao I have a separate brain for shows I remember them all (mostly)

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j0kers-light · 3 months

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what if reader was a pop star?...... maybe they meet because j was planning on terrorizing one of her concerts, but maybe j is captivated by her so he scraps his plans that night. and maybe he would start stalking her socials / start showing at any shows or interviews she has? maybe this is ooc but i was kinda imagining a little but of a obsessed/stalker j. but you can write whatever, i'll like it no matter what 😌 and i hope you have a great day/night!

His Lighthouse: Judge the Cover (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Judge the Cover- Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!!! I gotta admit, I love a stalker!Joker concept! This is the first out of three stalker asks that I have in the inbox! I didn't see Joker being obsessed with a pop icon so I did change your request around to fit the narrative! I hope you enjoy anon, if not let me know and I'll try again!

Just pretend that I'm not on break.... here's a oneshot! Now I'm seriously off and taking a break (narrator: Chaos is lying) from writing and giving myself some detox me time! Love you all and enjoy the story! Watch someone asks for a part two 🥴🤭🏃🏾‍♀️

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You took the world by storm overnight. A video of you singing a song you wrote went viral and it subsequently launched your music career. People were amazed at the vocals you possessed, and they couldn’t get enough.

They also fell in love with the whole teenage pop star image you had going on. It had been decades since the industry had a star of your magnitude, so naturally the press went wild. Your sweet almost angelic demeanor played a huge part feeding their appetite.

It was the reason why Joker (at first), despised you. He hated people like you and what you represented.

So naïve, all smiles and sunshine ignoring the cruel reality of the world.

Your PR coverage was over the top and Joker was forced to see you everywhere. From launching your new album, to being the face of a popular makeup brand, the same that carried his favorite lipstick mind you! You even cameoed in various tv commercials and attended award shows to gain publicity.

At this rate you were in the running to win Best New Artist of the Year.

Hearing your name was unavoidable yet oddly enough, Joker had yet to hear your music in its entirety. He couldn’t stand another second of you to bother finding it on his own.

For all intent purposes you made yourself an easy target with the thousands of fans you had attracted. It was almost concerning just how many you accumulated in such a short amount of time. It didn’t matter; the more the merrier.

Joker immediately set his sights on sabotaging your biggest show happening right here in Gotham City.

He tuned in to watch your interview where you promoted your upcoming tour. As always, you were adorned in white, like an angel and smiling wide.

“Yeah! I’m like super excited! Honestly, it really doesn’t matter how old you are. I just want everyone to come out and enjoy themselves in the music, and.. yeah!”

Joker wanted to kill himself after hearing you babble on and on. Did you even answer the interviewer’s question?

In Joker’s eyes, you were just a dumb teen desperately wanting to be famous. From your bimbo demeanor to the crisp white you always wore, you were asking for this to happen. Joker would have fun watching the horror he planned to create, drive you insane.

You waved (with both hands like some idiot) at the camera as the tv reporter wrapped up the segment.

“Well, you heard it here first! Y/n will be kicking off her world tour starting here in Gotham City. Tickets are on sale now!”

They played a snippet of one of your songs as your album cover appeared on screen. Joker missed it when he turned around to address his goons, although he heard the cringe worthy sound that you called music.

It sounded like something retail stores played on repeat. Good thing he never listened to your garbage.

“Is everything ready for our own uh per-form-ance?” Joker asked. He eyed the other three men at the table.

One looked positively bored, while the other two kept themselves busy on their phones.

“Yeah, but are you sure you wanna target a concert? It's not really your style.” Mac mentioned while texting their explosives handler for the goods.

If Joker wanted to blow up a stadium, they needed a big shipment of TNT.

Neo looked up from his own device, “I agree with pretty boy here. S’not much mayhem to cause at a concert, Boss.”

He chuckled hearing Mac’s grumbled ‘F__k you.’ No doubt they would’ve bantered back and forth if Frost didn’t intervene. He hit both men upside their heads before speaking up.

“If J wants to go then we’re going. Mac, have the explosives ready and you,” he pointed at Neo. “Score us some tickets.”

“How the f__k you think I’m getting us four tickets?!” Neo shouted. Couldn’t they just sneak in for free?

Mac cut him off with a wave. “Just smash the ticket manager or something like you normally do. Ooh I want backstage passes!! I heard Y/n’s groupies get perks if you know what I mean.”

The two of them were at it again but Joker paid them little mind. His focus was on perfecting the chaos he would bring to your show.

The time had come to kick off your world tour. You were super excited having completed promo after promo in person and even more online. It was time for your hard work to be recognized.

You wanted each concert to be over the top and nearly identical to your music videos. Your team worked tirelessly to craft the perfect show that would showcase it all.

From small props to special effects, just about anything was at your disposal to make this tour legendary and for a good reason. This was your first album, Judge the Cover, and you had high expectations to exceed.

You weren’t some one hit wonder. You were ready to stamp your mark on the music industry.

You wasted enough time shaking off your pre-show jitters. You nodded at your crew. It was showtime.

The entire stadium was pitch black; it was a miracle everyone found their designated area without injury. Neo pulled through and got Frost, Mac, and Joker perfect advantage seating within the crowd. If everything went according to plan, there would be no need for backstage passes.

The stadium would be reduced to rubble in the next hour.

Joker and his crew communicated through earpieces and waited for the show to begin and ultimately, end in disaster.

Suddenly a lone spotlight cut through the darkness and shined down on you. You were walking in wearing a custom white number that revealed your legs and the sky-high heels that you wore. Joker didn’t understand how you walked so casually in the tall platforms, but you perfected the skill and made it look easy.

You stopped mid stage and the spotlight caught on your diamond stockings, making them sparkle. You were lost in the moment, humming to yourself and pretending that there weren’t thousands of people watching your every move.

The soft hums sounded like an angel on earth and the crazy part, you weren’t even trying to sound good. For all Joker knew, you were just warming up. It didn’t make any sense to him how angelic your voice sounded.

Apparently, the humming meant something because the crowd went wild in anticipation. A backup dancer appeared out of nowhere and offered you a hand-held mirror.

“Thank you!” You said in a dramatic falsetto.

You admired yourself in the mirror, turning it this way and that, as if this was the first time you saw yourself.

Joker however wanted to kill himself. Was his plan worth all the hassle if he had to sit through this crap? He wanted to skip the annoying music part and start murdering people! Was that too much to ask for?

Frost and the others had already blocked the exits; they were just waiting for Joker’s signal. They had to be out of there before J hit the detonator. Finally, you gasped at your reflection and started singing. It was gonna be a long concert just by hearing the intro.

“There’s no sweeter feeling than the one you gave me last night.”

It was classic pop music. Fun and catchy but it didn’t leave a lasting impression on the listener. Nonetheless you continued.

“I’m openly believin’ that you’ll love me just right.” You posed for the crowd at the exact moment all the sound in the stadium ceased.

Joker was confused since the crowd went deathly quiet too. What was going on?

He was even more puzzled when you resumed singing acapella. He could tell something was off here. You sounded completely different.

Now that he thought about it, he’d never heard your music before; just the snippets played from your promo interviews, and it was always this lovey dovey crap that made him turn it off.

He was in for a surprise.

“All is well in love n’ sex but babyyyy I wanna tear apart your flesh!” You screamed out the lyrics and smashed the handheld mirror.

The glass breaking was the cue for heavy drums and guitars to back up your vocals as you performed your opening song with haunting clarity. He was not expecting that. What happened to your catchy pop music? Did he crash the wrong show?

He didn’t take his eyes off you as he spoke into the earpiece, “Uhhh, are we at the errr right Y/n concert?”

Mac was the one who answered. “Yeah? There’s only one Y/n I know of with those sets of pipes.”

Joker was then reminded of your album’s title, Judge the Cover. It all made sense now. Wow he was an idiot.

He was in utter disbelief. He completely misjudged your character.

You weren’t a teen idol for wannabe it girls. You were a fallen angel singing ballads of carnage and depravity. He was taken back by your dark lyrics, but he slowly became utterly obsessed.

You paired your ethereal voice with chilling lyrics all to create an outlet for wayward souls to woo their forlorn lovers with.

Joker wasn’t in shock; he was mesmerized, and he wasn’t alone.

You captivated your audience with each bell ringing note and you used the stage like a personal runway. Your dress billowed behind you like pseudo wings and sold the pure image you carefully crafted. Never judge a book by its cover. Good girls are into dark things too.

Sometime during the performance, a dancer passed you a bejeweled mic and you wielded it like the powerful sword it was.

The white stage lights turned bright red while fog and sparklers erupted in tune to your song selection. It was a complete 180 from your PG intro.

Joker honestly forgot he was here to cause mayhem. You caused enough all on your own.

He tuned out Frost yelling in his ear about the missed signal to watch you crawl on your hands and knees further down the stage. Your voice took on a desperate wail as you reached out to your fans in the front row, “Baby don’t fall for meeeeeeee!”

They screamed along to your song and freaked out at the mere brush of your hand against theirs.

Only your whisper-like voice was heard in the stadium. “I’ll breathe in your love; I’ll cherish it so! I’ll make d__n sure you’ll go out slooooow....” You hushed to the crowd.

Your fans were screaming their hearts out when they saw your lead guitarist emerge from the dense fog. Everyone waited with bated breath for the upcoming guitar solo. The rent was due and they knew Jason would deliver.

Joker was not jealous of the chemistry you had with your guitarist, but when you singled out a fan in the crowd and devoted your attention on him, Joker was seething.

Your mic picked up his heavy breathing with how close you were, and the fan looked ready to pass out when you caressed his cheek.

“You know who I am! You know how this goes, you know you want this, trust me, I know you know you know! Soooo!!! Give in.... give innn... baby pleaseeee. C’mon accept it n’ give in! Give in! Give in!”

Jason played the most sickest guitar solo that Joker ever heard as you sang in the background— your voice literally sounded like a whistle; it was so high.

You were letting the audience’s energy feed your live vocals and it was the perfect blend of sultry and divine. Avid fans fell in love with this live version over the studio’s, it sounded so good!

The haunted ballad faded into a transitional mashup of your songs and you pushed your fan away as if you didn’t make him cum in his pants. His favorite artist serenaded and practically begged him to give into temptation! The poor guy fainted into his friend’s arms, but you were already halfway across the stage to care.

More controlled fireworks went off as you and your dancers moved into position.

“F__k the censorship ban! Gotham City make some noise!!” You said to hype up your fans.

All it took was the first notes of the song to play and everyone went wild. Joker was shocked when you giggled into the mic, “He’s every woman’s man!”

The lights flickered dramatically as a woman moaning played through the speakers. You were heavy on visuals and die-hard fans went insane, knowing what song was queuing up.

Your dancers moved in a circle around you to cover up the quick dress change you were undergoing.

Scenes from your music video played on the big screens to distract the audience. When you emerged, Joker’s eyes widened at your outfit.

Your corset dress was cinched tight, and you looked every bit like a Barbie doll just wrapped up in crime scene tape. How you were able to breathe was a sheer miracle. “Back by popular demand! Use... me.... up!”

A few dancers felt you up as the stage was set ablaze to your most controversial song. It was the first time many in the crowd heard the track after it was banned and taken off the air for its highly inappropriate lyrics.

It didn’t bother Joker; he simply couldn’t look away from you. Screw bombing the arena. He didn’t care that you changed his plans. You were a sweet vixen; a walking contradiction that he needed to understand.

He had to spare you and see what else you could bring to the table.

And so, his obsession began.

A week after your kickoff concert, you were interviewed by a popular radio host. Gone was your dark angel alter-ego. You were back to your bubbly self, sucking on a lollipop.

“Welcome to Metropolis, Y/n! I wanna jump right in. There are reports that there were bombs! Live explosives at your concert the other day in Gotham. Did you know anything about that?”

Joker was already tuned in and listening, but he leaned in further to gauge your reaction. He took up watch every interview you had (past and current) to learn more about you. He was dying to know which version of you was the real one.

He followed all your socials and even bought fan merch while at your concert, much to Frost’s dismay.

They had one job: blowing up the stadium! Not becoming captivated by your performance and sparing the lives inside. And Frost didn’t expect his Boss to follow you across the country on tour either.

Joker said he was checking up on his strongholds in other cities but it was all an excuse to see you perform. He had yet to miss a tour stop.

You brought out something unhealthy in the clown.

Joker found himself changing all of his plans after watching you sing. He needed to seemore of you. Thankfully, you were big on sharing way too much information online.

Joker found out that you were older than he originally thought. You had been singing since you were little, and Judge the Cover was your first professional album, but you had more singles/EPs sprinkled throughout the years that led up to your fame.

He fell in love with your album cover. It was heavily inspired by The Two Cherubs at the bottom of the art piece, Sistine Madonna. Your hands were coated in blood as you stared up into the clouds. It was an ingenious double meaning.

Joker thought you were a visionary, a master in your prime. He had to meet you and pick apart your brain.

Either willingly or by force with fatal consequences.

You finally answered the host’s question with a squeal, “Omg no! That was so not planned! But it’s a bummer really. We were all having fun, blissfully unaware death could’ve taken us any minute. Now I kinda wish they did go off.”

You smiled wide, scaring the interviewer who wisely moved onto the next question.

Joker was enthralled that you liked his botched explosion plot.

You wished that the bombs went off! Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect, you go and flatter his work! Now that he knew you possessed a dark mind, he began to ponder other alternatives rather than murdering you.

Maybe he could sabotage your next show for real this time. Or maybe sneak backstage and surprise you in person? He was dying to see you face to face. You had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and the kindest eyes.

Joker felt the need to protect you. Like for starters, from this radio show host.

“Some might say your entire album is controversial. After all, most of the songs are heavily censored with more beeps heard than actual music. Does that impact your ability to perform in anyway?” He asked.

You didn’t like the question and for a while, you just stared at the host in silence. He was about to repeat the question when you removed your sucker and sighed.

“Honestly, it doesn’t make any sense to me. Other artists can sing about sex and twerk on stage but when I do it! Fully clothed, mind you, it’s a problem! But whatever. Do you think I should be censored, Zack?”

Your tongue swirled around your cherry sucker and the reporter cleared his throat, watching you intensely.

He tried to reply but your actions were making that feat impossible. To make matters worse, you batted your lashes before you sucked the lollipop back into your mouth. It was a display of innocent seduction.

Joker and the host were hypnotized. “I uh.. ahem. But your lyrics aren’t about se..” Zack uttered.

You cut him off with an eye roll, “Ugh if it’s a problem, I’ll pay any fine sent my way! I won’t let some dumb censorship stop me from performing my passion. Like, my fans have no problem with my lyrics!”

You unintentionally leaned forward to scratch your ankle, but it gave Zack and the audience full access to your cleavage.

“I don’t get how I’m the bad guy. I mean, look at me!” You pouted.

“Oh I’m lookin’…” Zack mumbled. He cleared his throat and focused the rest of the interview promoting your tour with its upcoming show here in Metropolis and your remaining stops.

All in all, it was a successful interview that showcased your sweet (and unpredictable) personality. You were blowing kisses at the camera as the radio played your stark contrasting music.

You were a completely different person than from a few nights ago. Joker was one hundred percent enamored. Your stage presence was a force to be reckoned with and it was locked away behind a sugary sweet demeanor.

You had to be a paradox or at least a rare case of a split personality disorder. He loved every bit of you regardless.

Joker was curious about this censored music of yours and searched for your official website. He had to sign in to confirm his age to access it. He used Neo’s login, and it welcomed J back to the home page. It seemed like everyone was secretly a fan of yours.

Joker clicked on your album’s play now button. He was shocked to see your talents went far beyond just singing.

You were an excellent director with your music videos being visual masterpieces. He got around to the censored content and arched an eyebrow at the lyrics common folk couldn’t seem to appreciate.

Okay... most of it was dark but nothing to freak out over.

Your tastes were alternative, but it wasn’t worth the huge censor advisory and media bans you were subjected to. He should pay a visit to the record label and have a little talk..

Joker didn’t see the issue until halfway through the video you were seen writhing on a bed in pleasure. Now that was unexpected.

Even if it was fake, (it wasn’t) you looked gorgeous on your back. You sang to the camera while an actor proceeded to thrust into you.

‘Ha ha ha! Jokes on you! I want him badly and secretly so do you!’

The lyrics wouldn’t have caught Joker’s attention if not for the fact that the actor had green hair (the same shade as his), and the way you sang “Ha ha ha” was identical to his own laugh.

It couldn’t be a coincidence. Suddenly, Joker’s obsession with you was justified. You had a crush on him.

Interesting.

The rest of the song played on as background noise as Joker’s phone went off. It was a notification from your social media page that he subscribed to.

You made a new post.

‘Blah blah blah legal tape blah! Good news, I can sing Love Thine Villains on tour now!! We already have the choreography somewhat worked out. Any suggestions? Halp!’

Two seconds later, you posted a video. Joker never clicked on a link so fast. He was an addict when it came to you, he had no shame about it.

You were shown at rehearsal with your band mates. Joker smirked at the casual attire you wore. It was still your signature all white, but the cropped graphic tee and yoga pants served you well. However, he noticed that you were rather short without your heels on.

You and some back up dancers were gathered around trying to work out a dance routine for the newly added song.

“I was thinking a step step turn, and.... bend.”

One of your dancers did just that and it allowed for a male dancer to come up behind her, holding tightly onto her hips. Her hands were flat against the floor, and it made quite the suggestive sight.

Another dancer nodded and did the exact same dance routine with her partner, but you weren’t fairing so well. “Ugh! I can’t sing in this position...” You groaned.

Everyone in the room laughed hearing you wheeze into the mic until the camera violently spun towards your lead guitarist, Jason.

“You didn’t have a problem crying out last night, Y/n. Need some help baby?” He came over to offer you a hand.

More laughter was heard when you refused his help and fell. “Shut up Jason!”

Joker’s right eye was twitching by the end of the video. Was it said in a joking manner or were you actually in a romantic relationship with your guitarist?

Joker had no problem killing the guy but then your tour would be ruined, and he didn’t want to upset you. He had to find out before he started killing your band mates left and right.

Within seconds Joker was on social media, hunting for evidence.

You and Jason were inseparable and took photos frequently while on tour, but Joker dug a bit deeper and found a private post of the guitarist sucking faces with some blonde that dated back a few months ago.

In a sea of comments, he found yours. ‘Eww like too much PDA bro.’

Some fans also put Joker’s suspicions to rest with side comments if their own.

‘Y/n is so tired of Jason’s foolery so tiied’

‘Sibling love at its best <;3’

It was the green light for Joker to spare the musician’s life and focus his sights back on you. You were heading to Star City in two weeks and what better time to stop by and say hello than your last stateside concert?

Mac sighed into the comms, “Soooo we’re not blowing up the arena... right? We can enjoy the show?”

The four men were again at your concert only this time not with the intention of sabotaging it. Frost wished to be anywhere but here, yet he used the opportunity to bring his daughter Genesis since she was a huge fan of yours.

They settled in comfortably in the front row.

Mac was totally confused on the night’s agenda and roamed the sections to spend his time. Neo was last seen flirting with one of your dancers near backstage.

And speaking of, The Clown Prince had already snuck through and flooded your dressing room with good luck flowers. J hoped you had time to see them.

There was so much commotion going on backstage, he doubted you had the time. Something was going on that caused the show to be delayed but you couldn’t tell from the lively atmosphere in the crowd.

After a while, the spotlights followed you walking on stage and much to Joker’s delight, you were carrying a large bouquet of roses with you.

The crowd burst into cheers at the sight.

“Nahhhhh but like?” You held up the roses for the arena’s drone camera to capture. “They’re so pretty! I love roses but I think everyone knows that already.. If you can’t already tell, I’m distracting y’all with a lil chitty chat. Yeah. Imma keep it real. We’re having technical issues because Star City’s electrical grid is s__t!”

It didn’t matter that they were waiting for over forty-five minutes. Everyone respected you as a person and your honesty regarding the situation.

You shifted the roses over onto your hip and walked further down the stage.

“Like? We did a final sound test last night but ugh! I dunno if there’s a bad fuse or maybe the Karens who banned my music is out to get me..”

You rolled your eyes, and someone whistled in the crowd.

“Y’all saw the post! They don’t want me to perform this new set! F__k that! We got a fire lineup for y’all once when get straightened out. Gonna spice it up to make up for the wait ya feel me? Jason’s gonna be shirtless.. I’m singing better than everrrrrrr and... ow.”

You yelped and Joker’s heart sank to his stomach at the sound. Were you okay? Did someone hurt you when he wasn’t looking?

Someone close to the stage shouted and got your attention. The bouquet of roses still had thorns on them and it tore through your dress, slashing your stomach.

The stage lights highlighted the rapidly spreading blood being soaked up by your white attire. It looked worse than it really was.

“Oh that’s so metal! My roses cut me!” You laughed and waved off medical that was rushing to your aid.

“I swear whoever left these in my room is mad romantic! That letter? The level of passion? I gotta a secret admirer y’all and he’s so sweet! OOH! I know how we can kill some time!”

Joker was trying to calm his racing heart. You read his letter? You.. you thought he of all people was sweet? Was this a dream?

You called for your band mate to come on stage. “Hey Jason! Get you’re a** out here! I wanna sing something off the dome.”

Nope, this was a nightmare. Joker hated your guitarist with a passion. The guy was too flirtatious with you to be just friends.

Your fans instantly burst into hysterics as your friend emerged, (as promised) shirtless with his guitar. Jason kissed your cheek and spoke into your mic. “Your bleeding babe.”

You scoffed and noticed his chest was oily. “Bruh what is this? Baby oil? Boy if you don’t get yo… just gimme a chord. I wanna sing something while tech gets us back online.”

He flashed you a cocky smirk. “You know like it, angel.” He fiddled with his guitar strings.

Joker hated when he called you angel even though it was your moniker. It was an honorific not something to be said so casually! You were an angel in Joker’s eyes, and you deserved more respect!

You and Jason locked eyes and started nodding at the same time when he strummed out a moody RnB beat. “This good?” Jason asked you.

You nodded, “Yeah, like that.” You hummed along to find a good key. It was the only warning your fans received before an impromptu concert began.

“Hm.. ayyy okay. Roses and thorns hurt the hardest when they’re given unofficially. I wish the lover I have locked away so privily, would just come forward and give what I crave so unabashedly... or unequivocally, baby please. Huh. I wish I had his love.”

You let the word love float throughout the stadium, straight into Joker’s ears. He froze like a statue in the balcony section as Mac and Neo hooped and hollered in his ear.

“Ahh!! She got the hots for ya boss!!”

“D__n, she can sing! Bag her boss! Immediately!”

Frost put an end to their rowdy chatter. “Shut up! She ain’t done.”

By then, your drummer and bassist joined in on the jam session.

Your fans were in awe of the raw talent and waved their lit cell phones in a sea of lights. Who needed all the bells and whistles of a concert when this makeshift tiny desk show was everything and more?

Someone had a hold on you and those unrequited feelings were crawling out of your chest. As luck would have it, your admirer was present and avidly watching this all unfold.

Your bouquet of roses was squeezed tighter to your side, aggravating your wound and more blood seeped into your dress.

You came back on the mic with a guttural groan felt by all.

“Cuz I can’t feel no pain when our lovin’ ain’t front page! Don’tcha see? You mean the world to me, but you remain hidden and tucked away in exclusively. I ain’t right to hide this spark of electricity— so I plead. Please come forward. I promise baby I won’t scorn ya.. I don’t care bout the scars that adorn ya.. but ya gotta come on forward. I swear to do us right after we’re in the light.... but baby I plead.”

Tears were running down your cheek as you lifted the bundle of roses towards the spotlight overhead.

Little did you know, you were locking eyes with Joker hidden in the shadows. His eyes were wide like saucers.

“These roses and thorns hurt the hardest when you don’t conform, to the promises you wrote to me in the dark, yeah, you’ll see. Can I plead? Baby, take these thorns away from me! Baby take the pain you wrought on meeeee and we’ll be..”

Just then, you heard the set manager give the all clear through your earpiece. The show was back on.

“Aight that’s it, that’s it.” You waved off the hype from the crowd.

Jason nodded to the others to wrap up the impromptu beat. With a final solemn note, the song was over.

The crowd lost their minds and rightfully so. How did you do that on the spot?! You came out of your fog, breathless and smiling wide.

“Oh I hope someone was recording, that kinda went hard, lol.” You wiped away your remaining tears and hugged Jason for a job well done—ever mindful of the roses still in your hand.

You took a deep breath and addressed your fans. “Y’all ready to start this concert or what?!”

The lights came on blood red as the special effects finally went off on cue. Your fans screamed back their answer as your dancers flooded the stage and launched right into the proper opening song.

It was as if you didn’t confess to an unknown lover and make a new single on the fly. Your talent was unmatched, yet it wasn’t an act.

It was real emotions being sung tonight. A conversation spoken between two fools secretly in love.

Joker went out on a limb and confessed his feelings through a letter— and you reciprocated that feeling back tenfold.

You, who were cherished and loved by many, accepted Joker and his flaws, all without meeting him. He didn’t deserve an angel like you. If he came forward as your lover, he would only tarnish your success.

Joker would rather admire you from afar than ruin you up close.

He was okay with being your stalker forever in the shadows, but that was unacceptable to you. It didn’t matter that you never met Joker, you felt his presence at every show and wanted his toxic brand of love all for yourself.

The bombs were his morbid way of getting your attention. The anonymous online user who threatened all of your naysayers was his way of protecting you and tonight, the sea of roses (that smelled faintly of gasoline), was his way of showing that he cared.

How could you say no to a man like him? Your secret admirer was a better suitor than all the shallow men in the music industry who only wanted to date you for publicity.

It was lonely being famous; no one warned you about that and Joker’s heartfelt letter and the thousands of roses was the first act of love you received in years.

You didn’t care that he was a stranger. You could overlook him stalking you. It was kinda hot the level of passion that he held for you. Something about this guy drawn you in like a moth to a flame.

You liked playing with fire, and so you took a chance.

You wrapped up your concert with a final statement, “And to my stalker bae! You know where to find me. That is.. if you want me. Goodnight Star City! Your grid is still trash!”

Your security team would have a heart attack fighting back your crazied fans, but Joker was up for the challenge. He studied their pattern and knew how to get around your security.

When you were his, Joker would assign his loyal goons to keep you safe. Joker would protect his angel with his dying breath.

He knew exactly where you would be tonight, and he wanted you badly. Tonight, he would finally come forward and meet his angel.

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naughtygirl286 · 6 months

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So we finally went to see The Marvels last week (this was a lil slow in the posting) and yes there was some collectable goodies and you can see them here. Now the showing we went to there was lots of people there I'd say the theater we were in was maybe half full? so there was people here wanting to see it now after seeing it I don't know why there is alot of hate for the movie I know alot of people will say its becasue of Brie Larson but personally I have no problem with her being Captain Marvel it doesn't bother me at all.

Now as for the movie itself like I said I don't know why here is all the hate I actually thought the movie was pretty good. I enjoyed it it was a fun adventure and did have a bit of silliness but I also fell that it did have some serious moments that dealt with family, loss and atoning for past mistakes. Now this isn't just a sequel to Captain Marvel but it is kind of a sequel to many thing I think Now personally I think before watching this you probably should have seen things like WandaVision,Ms.Marvel, Maybe even Hawkeye and so one becasue many of those story threads are connecting in this movie much like the plot of their powers being intertwined the Marvel TV shows are too in this being they do reference various things that happened in the shows. Case in point one of the people I went with never watched any of the shows and didn't understand alot of what they were referencing and some flashbacks.

But other then that I thought the movie was pretty good I can't really complain about it. I thought the action, stunts and fights were all exciting, fun and cool and I thought the production design and everything like that was good All thought I did find the singing and dancing part when they get to the water world kinda oddly strange being it was in the middle almost of this serious action part of the movie but in a way it is played off for some laughs. Also speaking of laughs like I said there is a bit of humor and jokes in this they do continue the family antics from the Ms.Marvel series but there is a few quips and one liners in there that should give you a giggle and some situational humor when they have to abandon the space station.

but other then that like I said I thought it was pretty good I enjoyed it and the people I went with seem to like it too. So I would say not to listen to the negative talk about it and if you want to go see it then go see it and make up your own mind about it.

and yes there is a mid credits scene and I have to say it was amazing!! No one told me about this, no one even mentioned at work, it was a total surprise I thought you get to see a certain character and I thought this was one of he biggest teases of things to come EVER! you hear him first before you see him and when I heard the voice I was like Gasp!! "OMG!! Its…" and then he walks into the frame my eyes were like saucers and my jaw like hit the floor the character looked perfect to me and this got me really excited for the future.

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dejwrites · 2 years

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plssss that mention in the hockey player Jean fic of him complaining abt a morning wood has me on a HOLD. if you don’t mind could you write a hockey player Jean with a morning wood fic

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — morning wood can be such a buzz kill sometimes [ ft hockey player!jean kirstein (kirschtein), she/her pronouns, afab reader, reader implied to be black, established relationship (reader and jean are married with a child), oral (m.receving), slight spit kink, oral fixations, cum swallowing, mentions of morning wood, sports au, kinda short and more of a thirst tbh, slight continued piece from this, minor dni ]

YOU COULD FEEL JEAN'S ARM TIGHTEN AROUND YOUR WAIST. A move he only did when you either attempted to get out of bed or if he was being a needy lil husband. The oversized t-shirt of his raised just a bit to the point that your pastel blue silk panties were exposed. You let out a groan due to you wanting your space in the king-sized bed before your five-year-old son would be dashing into your room demanding cereal. But your eyes shot open feeling the deprived poking at your ass.

"Babbee.." Jean whined lowly, his morning wood was aching for attention. Especially considering that the two of you haven't had sex in a while due to how busy his practice schedule got.

Your hand rubbed at your eyes attempting to rub any last bit of sleep out of it, you're wiggling your body out of Jean's grasp before you're disappearing under the covers. It wasn't no secret that even after being married for over three years, the hockey player still had wet dreams about you. You remember vividly when Jean told you about one of his dreams on a sunny Saturday morning as his dick was poking through the grey-colored comforter. Occasionally, you'll let him slide it right in depending on if you were wearing underwear that night. On some days (like this one), you're nuzzling your way under the covers to help your desperate husband before he started his day.

"Look at that," You hummed to yourself once you managed to free his cock from his pajama bottoms. He didn't even bother to wear anything else.

Letting spit pool up in your mouth before the flat of your tongue is gliding across his shaft. You could hear Jean let out a sigh of release when he felt the wetness of your tongue touch his cock. His hands lifted up the covers before pushing them down so he could watch you. It was just something amazing about watching the way his big cock disappeared in your mouth like a magic show.

"Stop teasin', you know before lil guy wakes up," Jean said through gritted teeth. His head fell further back into the fluffy pillow his head was on.

Your hand palmed at Jean's cock some before letting it disappear into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks slightly to help you shove his cock down your throat. The pornographic sound of your gag felt like music to the hockey player's ears considering that he liked his head sloppy as ever. It was just something so glorious seeing his favorite girl face sloppy with his precum.

His hand found its way on the back of your head while you were sucking him off. Your own saliva-coated your hand while you massaged parts of his cock that couldn't fit into your mouth. A low moan vibrated off the back of your throat while Jean's cock was in your mouth. The feeling of his large member shoving down your throat caused you to get turned on, even feeling the slight dampness in your panties.

"Fuck." Jean huffed out as he chewed at his lower lip. "I love you so much, baby." He's praising while you were sucking on him like a cherry lollipop.

Each stroke and each kitten lick caused Jean's eyes to shift close and he's a stuttering mess until his thick cum dripped upon your tongue. Your lips wrapped around his pink mushroom-shaped tip milking him of every droplet of his cum.

"Jeez, you surely know how to take care of me (Y/N)."

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 2 years

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Lake night love - Will Solace

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Will Solace x reader

Wordcount: 1791

Warnings: a bit OOC!Will

Summary: Will’s doubting himself and one night you find him at the docks when he’s having a bit of a meltdown.

You found Will down by the lake on the other side of the woods. He was sitting on one of the docks, his orange champ shirt shifting slightly in the breezes from the water. His feet was dipped into the marin blue water and the sun was reflecting on the bottom of the lake. You carefully sat down beside him, not saying anything, just looking out in the blue. Carefully he took your hand into his lap and played with you fingers. He turned his head in your direction and watched you through the golden locks that hung in his eyes. He didn't seem bothered by them though. You offered him a small smile but didn't say anything. Will had been distant for a while, something was weighting him down. You didn't want to press him into telling you something he wasn't comfortable with but you were still curious. Will seemed to know what was on your mind because he spoke up with a soft voice.

"I know you're worried, Y/N. And I'm not going to lie to you, I know how much you hate when people lie," he said and a small smile played on his lips. You didn't answer and he continued. "I think I need some time to think through this. Us, I mean. You're doing nothing wrong, I just... need some time. I don't know if I'm ready for all this. It kinda scares me. This whole relationship thing. I just need time, time to think before I can I act. I just hope you understand, we're not over. I hope so at least."

"I understand, Will. Of course I do. I'll be here when you're ready. Take your time," you said after a while and pressed a hesitant kiss to his cheek. You got up and brushed off the sand from your clothes and walked away, leaving him to his own thoughts.

Days passed by and everything went on like usually. Except Will seemed to avoid Y/N. He always left the dinning pavilion before she got there or even skipped meals to stay in the infirmary. You had noticed that he worked more shifts than usual and when you had asked Kayla about it she just told you that he'd taked almost every shift to 'get something to do'. It worried you that he worked so hard. You sure had to admire his dedication but the glossy eyes and dark circles under his eyes told you that something was surely wrong. He seemed worn out and tired.

Will tried to distract himself the best he could by taking as many shifts in the infirmary as possible. His mind was messed up and his heart was torned in two. He missed her, he really did. Her smile and laugh that lit up his days, the e/c bright eyes that looked like gems in the sunlight. The excitement that took place in her face every time she saw him around camp and her helping hand in the infirmary. He barley slept anymore and stayed up all night watching the stars or sitting by the lake watching the soft waves hit the beach. He couldn't look at her, let alone talk to her. She was something he'd always struggled with. Or at least his emotions and feeling towards her.

After two weeks passed by and Will hadn't done as much as being in the same room as you, you decided it was time to take the things in your own hands. You missed him terribly and he looked like he wasn't feeling on top either. The dark circles under his eyes was almost as dark as Nico's hair and the bright blue eyes of his had lost a part of its usual spark. The darkness fell over camp and you hadn't even bothered to take off your clothes and make an attempt to go to sleep. You wouldn't fall asleep until the stars were seen on the dark sky anyways. The window beside your bed was open towards the middle of all cabins. Every little sound making its way through the window. A cabin door opened and closed carefully, not wanting to wake anyone up. You looked out and found Will walking down the hills towards the woods. He were probably heading towards the lake. His white hoodie wasn't hard to see in the dark and you pulled yourself out trough the window.

Your steps led you to the shore and you followed it to the docks further away from camp. You had taken of your sandals and just a classic greek, light blue dress hung over your body. It wasn't necessarily cold outside and you didn't mind the breeze that were in the air. It pulled at the soft ends at your dress and a few strands of your h/c hair. You strolled down the seafront, soft waves touching you in a gentle way. You reached the docks made of dark tree. Will sat at the edge like he'd done last time you'd talked to him. His golden locks had grown a bit and they fell down in his eyes more than ever. He didn't do something to show that he'd noticed your presence but you knew he knew exactly where you were. You carefully bent down and placed your shoes in the sand. Your steps was light but loud enough to be heard in the silence of the night. You noticed that a million stars was reflected in the water and you looked up to see them all shining over you. A soft smile made it to your lips but you looked down again.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and bent down behind him. His face was hidden from you but you heard his sniffling and soon the sobs wrecked through his body. You pulled him in and wrapped your arms around him. His arms snaked around your waist and held you closer than you thought was possible. Carefully you rested your back against a pole on the dock. Will buried his head in your hair and tears ran down his face. He was angry. Angry at the situation, at himself for not being as well and happy as he wanted. For crying and relying on you when he'd told himself to stay away from you. But not at you.

"Hey, hey Will. I'm here. Always," you mumbled in his ear and pulled a hand through his hair. Will didn't respond but pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your neck.

"I'm sorry," he finally said and looked up at you with red, swollen eyes. You placed you hand on his cheek and whipped the tears away with your thumb.

"It's okay. It's fine," you reassured him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He shook his head and buried his face in your hair again. He tried to speak up but every time you stopped him, noticing how out of breath he were.

"Talk when you're ready," you told him and he nodded and placed his head on your shoulder, trying his best to steady his breath. After 10 minutes he sat up straighter but didn't let go of you. His locks tickling your neck but you didn't care and pulled your hand through it. He took a deep breath and sighted shakily.

"I'm sorry. First of all. I'm sorry for avoiding you and sorry for all the time we've lost. I just-... I just tried to stop myself before it was too late. I was scared you would realise I'm not all that you think I am. I'm not- I'm not always happy and cheerful, I'm not smart, I'm not funny and I'm not as good as you deserve. The picture you paint of me looks better in your mind and I think I just... I was scared you'd realise that anytime soon and leave. I tried to stop myself before I fell too hard, before I fell too deep," he let out a shaky breath when he was done. You still hand your arms around him and you pulled at his soft locks.

"You don't have to apologise. We all need time. It's okay," you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "And does it look like I'm leaving anytime soon?" you asked and looked down at him. He cracked a weak smile and shook his head. You had always admired Will's ability to smile in the hardest situations.

"You're perfect to me Will, whether you think so or not. I know you're not happy all the time, I know you're not the smartes one around but I do know you're funny in times. For me, you're the best there is. You're perfect. The times you're not happy, I'm there to get you though it. I know when something bothers you," you smiled at the sweet boy in you arms. Will looked up and met your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He laid back down on your shoulder and smiled "does that come with being an y/g/p kid? Knowing when I'm not happy." You shook your head at him, looking out over the waters.

"No, it has nothing to do with me being a daughter of y/g/p. It all has to do with the fact that I love you, Will. Everything," you answered and and looked back at the boy you loved so dearly. He sat up and faced you. The he closed the distance between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle and filled with love. It held promises neither of you dared to speak out loud. It held forgiving and accepting, love and lust, understanding and passion. It felt like a fire lit inside your heart that burnt for the boy you loved and you had a feeling it was going to stay for a long while. When you broke away, out of breath and with red, swollen lips the two of you couldn't help but smile. Your foreheads rested against each other and Will pressed his lips to yours again, just as gentle. Like if you were made of glass.

"You know, I'm not gonna break. I'm not as delicate as you think I am," you told him in a low voice when you two pulled away. He smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek before laying down in his previous position with his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.

"It still feels like I'm going to break you. I can't believe I'm doing this, never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would be-"

"Just shut up and kiss me."

#will solace #will solace x reader #percy jackson imagine #pjo fanfic #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #ttoa #the trials of apollo #son of apollo

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godliath · 2 years

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Hello! No need to answer this ask if you don’t feel like it, I just wanted to ask what your thoughts are on Erend’s character arc/development in hfw? I know you love the character and am interested in your thoughts :))

i'll put this under a cut since i'll discuss spoilers. warning for long lol

tldr kinda disappointed, but at the same time ok with the scraps i got next to some of the wider-ranging issues i have with hfw's writing. i also feel like all the returning characters got shafted to some extent and erend somehow came out ahead despite the problems i have with his characterization/lack of an arc

the biggest problem for me is that he doesn't really....do anything once he's recruited to the base? he just sits there, be weirdly antagonistic towards zo (considering you literally meet him as an envoy to a hostile tribe -- it feels out of place to me) and act as a punching bag for all the other characters including aloy. like i'm actually down with them going full himbo for erend, i'm down with him being comic relief, i laughed at most of the bits but there was a point where it just felt mean, especially since it's shown multiple times that he has serious self-esteem problems. that's barely pushed back against either.

it's for this reason that the rescue mission not being in the game really sucks, because he just doesn't do anything in the main plot beside carrying sylens' magic emp weapon at the end. doubly so because it's easy to completely skate over his companion quest (i didn't even know it was there the first time i beat the main story -- i needed someone else to tell me that i had to do the rebel camps). a nice change there would've been to have erend be the one to actively inform you that he noticed something was up with the oseram at ninmah, and thus give you a clue that there's more to do with the rebel camps.

and let me be clear that i wasn't looking for shippy moments. i don't even want it to be canon. i just wanted him to be a valued part of aloy's squad who contributes to her story and it felt like that fell off a lot in the middle of the game. idk why that rescue mission didn't end up making the cut -- i'm sure there are plenty of game dev reasons beyond my understanding -- but i was feeling its absence hard by the end.

HOWEVER, when i say i was happy with the scraps i got, i do mean it. i liked most of his interactions with aloy, minus some of the oddly cruel jabs she makes at him -- like they show that he really cares about her and helping her with her mission, and being a good and loyal friend to her first and foremost. the drink scene was cute as hell and the huge smiles she has on her face sometimes when seeing/talking to him are adorable. and ofc... the ending side hug

also as much as i wish his side quest was More, i enjoyed how companionable they felt during it, and how they played off each other as two people who both prefer to address obstacles by smashing through them lol. the scheming at the beginning where they tried to very poorly bluff their way in before knocking the guards out? FED. i just really like how aloy gets to indulge in that side of her with erend. like even in barren light how he stands up and drunkenly yells at the carja guards in her support like hell yeah let's shout you through this fuckin gate together fjfjsjff

oh, and i love the hell out of him headbanging. it’s my favorite thing in the whole world, as a lapsed metalhead. i’ll just stand there in base and watch the animation bc it brings me extreme joy and makes me remember why i loved that music in the first place

at the end of the day despite whatever issues i have with the writing it's still given me plenty of fuel for fan content. 👀 i've already drawn a ton of shit based on hfw and am planning a new comic immediately set after the events of the embassy. (it bothered me there was no transition between their awkward interactions at barren light and how immediately back to normal they were at the base) if mass effect has taught me anything it's how to be extremely good at disregarding canon i don't like lol.

so yeah uhhh thanks for reading all this i guess!

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poptod · 2 years

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May I please request a Lyutisfer Safin x Artist Female Reader, where Safin finds out the reader‘s artistic hobby, finds a piece of artwork that they drew of him but was too afraid to show it to him, and he encourages them to continue to draw 🥺💕?

notes: dude i finished this so fast i got this request like three hours ago idk what happened i think i got possessed. again i kinda went off the rails with the story (i literally had so much fun writing this, i wrote it in a single sitting) but i hope you still like it anyway. as usual its gender neutral cause its just never brought up WC: 2.2k

How long had you been here?

Enough for it to seem normal; long enough to remember little else. These glass walls––this prison––put you on display. As far as you could see, you were the only one locked up. From high, sealed off balconies, dozens of people stared down at you nearly all hours of the day. They scratched onto clipboards, their forms blurred into mere silhouettes by the bright lights behind them.

But no one ever talked to you. For the most part, you didn't mind––at some point you discovered, or decided, you were an introvert. The closest thing you got to interaction were the masked people who brought you food and cleaned, and a man who sometimes appeared to visit for some sort of study. He asked a lot of questions.

Otherwise, you occupied your time with books, art, and music. That was what you were offered, though at times the man––whom you assumed was a doctor of sorts––brought you puzzles, and watched carefully while you pieced them together.

Sometimes he asked to see your art, or your opinions on the books you read.

He asked you how your food tasted––how you physically felt. If you ever had trouble standing or keeping your meals down. If you learned anything new on the guitar you were supplied with.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, quiet and curt, and drawing you out of your downwards stare.

You were reluctant to meet his eye, as ever, and could only do so for a few solitary seconds before your gaze fell once more.

"Yes?" You whispered out in a voice that cracked. You hadn't meant to be so quiet.

"Have you learned anything new on the guitar?" He asked for the second time.

His pencil stilled above the clipboard in his lap. Lean, scarred fingers gripped the pen tightly, readied to write at any moment. This man's demeanor fit this world perfectly––cold, and calculated, and impossible to read.

"... no," you mumbled, pulling at your bare toes, as your knees were curled tight to your chest. The rough material of your white clothes always irritated your skin. "I've been reading more."

"What have you read in the last month?"

"Part of Othello. Only a few pages, and –"

"Why did you stop?"

You swallowed down the bile in your throat.

"I couldn't really... follow what was happening."

That seemed to pique his interest––he shifted in his seat, straightening his collar and steeling his gaze.

"Is that happening a lot lately?"

"... I think, a little bit."

He paused the conversation for a moment as his notes caught up with the topic.

"How's your vision?"

For the next hour he subjected you to the same, silly tests you took every month. Which image is clearer, how many animals are in this scene, solve this basic equation, what color is this––you marked them down as always. Whatever information they were actually hoping to gather was probably skewed, considering you didn't even think about the questions anymore; you just knew what the answers were, and you'd memorized which question was which, making the tests easy and quick work.

The ease with which you finished their tests was obviously irritating to the man, but you couldn't bother to care. You were bored. Death would be more interesting than this.

Just like after every monthly visit, his face glowed freshly in your mind, ready to slowly deteriorate as more time passed. For now, though, the image was clear, and it was the only other face you saw besides your own in a dim, fuzzy reflection in the clear glass cage. It was the only one you remembered.

His appearance reminded you of things that you lost; things you simply couldn't recall anymore. Your mother's role in your life was unsure, and you had a variety of ideas and half-baked memories, telling you a dozen different stories. Part of you believed she was never part of your childhood, while the other said she was integral. You couldn't quite remember what she looked like. But for some reason your mind, your life, found it fit to know every detail of a stranger's face––a man you still didn't know despite having met him hundreds of months ago.

"May I see your drawings, (Y/N)?"

Was that even your name? Or had he given that to you, too?

"Yeah," you said, knowing there was no choice. "Yeah, they're under here."

It took a moment for your body to catch up with your intentions, but eventually you were reaching down underneath your bed, pulling out a stack of paper.

Most of them were attempts at drawing a human face––others birthed from pure frustration and a black pen, splotched with red paint. He scanned them with little change in his expression, and handed them back to you afterwards. Only when you set them away did he comment on them.

"You have a talent," he said with a twinge of a smile. "Are those people you remember?"

"... no," you mumbled, curling a little tighter into yourself. "I don't remember anyone."

"Hmm." He scribbled something down, the top of his pen twitching back and forth frantically. "Then who are they?"

"People."

"Do they have a mind?" He asked.

"No more than I."

He chuckled, bowing his gaze to the floor, and the dark space beneath your bed.

"You're a person, aren't you?" He poised, lifting his chin. "You're alive. You must have a mind."

"There are... parasites, and sicknesses," you said in a mumble, your eyes glazing over as you recalled fuzzy details, "who can control you after death, during life. Tell them to drown themselves and they do."

You looked up. He was staring at you. Your parasite.

"Do you think you're ill, (Y/N)?"

"Does the sun still exist?" You asked, too tired to try and explain your logic behind the question. It puzzled him slightly but he answered.

"Yes."

"Then yes." You nodded gently, wary of your headache. "I think I am ill."

The next month, he brought you another puzzle. Most of them were scenes of nature, and this one was no different––the only problem was that it was of a starry sky, one that included no visible Milky Way, making each piece near identical to every other piece.

He lingered over your shoulder as you pieced to together on your bed, your cheek squished into your hand. A song stayed in your mind, but it wasn't a very good one, and it was the same three words over and over again, singing but including no instruments, as you couldn't remember the other parts. Starry, starry night. Starry, starry night.

It was taking so long. There were 500 pieces, and your hands and back were getting sore, both of which irritated your long-term headache. Surely the man wouldn't stay and watch you the entire time; this would take you several hours, if not several days if your chronic pain went on like it was. At some point he'd even stopped watching you, instead scanning through your room like he was looking for something. You tried your best to ignore his pacing.

"Mm," he hummed, rising to his feet after having knelt to search beneath your bed. "Here it is."

You paused.

Just like every other time he visited, he asked you an hour or so ago if you'd drawn anything new in the past month. You showed him everything except one thing; something you were ashamed of, something you wished you never created. Something to look at and remember you weren't the only human left.

"One of the cleaners found this. I was expecting to see it, but you found it right to hide it from me," he said, speaking in an even tone as he always did. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, staring at a sheet of paper. "You really do have a talent, (Y/N)."

You swallowed down the acid in the back of your throat. It happened so often, that burning vomit, that your throat was almost constantly sore. Sometimes it came all the way out, too.

"I'm sorry," you rasped out.

"What for?" He turned to look at you with a curious expression.

"Hiding it. From you."

"It's alright," he said softly, staring at the image for a moment more before setting it aside. "It is of no interest to me but personal. There is no impact on our cataloguing of your... health."

When he left, the drawing was still on your bed, and his eyes still bored through you––dead, grey, and sick.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, you wouldn't have to wait another month before seeing him again. About two weeks later––though you wouldn't know, there weren't any calendars or clocks––the lock on your cage disengaged, letting out a hissing sound as the atmosphere levelled out with that of the outside air. Your eyes flickered up to the tubes fuelling your cage with oxygen, then to the door, where the man entered with a vitality you hadn't seen in anything but fictional words for God knows how long.

Without knowing quite why, you stood from your seat on the bed, backing away from him.

"I'm afraid I can't do this anymore," he said when he met you, pinning you to the wall with his gaze and then reaching out for you.

At first you flinched away, but when he finally touched you, you let out an audible yelp, causing him to retract his hand. With quick, short breaths and wide eyes, you realized his was the first touch you'd had in years. Panic had surged through your body, flooding your nerves with adrenaline.

He stared at you for a moment, scanning and downloading your reaction before reaching out again, this time slower and more hesitant. Though you didn't mean to, you let him.

"I can't let you die like this."

"Die like what?" You asked, furrowing your brow.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted the scientists on the balconies scattering about in a panicked manner.

"Your talent is special," he said, tucking the hair out of your eyes. He only touched your temple for a split second, but your knees still buckled. "I know what it is to be poisoned, to be marred and gored forever. I have healed as best I can and so can you."

"I – I don't understand," you said, your voice choked as you neared tears.

"You were part of something great," he murmured. "But greatness comes at such a cost."

"What did you do to me?!"

"Shhh," he said, firmly pressing his palm over your mouth, forcing you to stay silent and hold his gaze. "There's so precious little known about the chemicals we make. It's good for killing bugs. That's all they think about. They don't think about the power, the purpose, or the possibilities. Imagine taking down a whole corporation by filling their buildings with.. quiet pesticides. We just need to know what they do to us. All we need is to see what happens when a human is exposed like that, for so long. Is it death or just torture?"

You could barely breathe. Each brush of his body against yours––his hand on your mouth, his chest against yours, his eyes piercing you into place––held you like a knife to your neck.

"The death of one is the life of another," he said, leaning in close enough that his breath heated your cheek. "No one knows this better than a lab rat. But, my little lab rat..."

He slid one of his hands down to your waist, gripping you tight and digging his thumb deep into your stomach, causing you to squeeze your eyes tight, whimpering behind his other hand.

"... I'm afraid I've taken a liking to you."

At last his hand fell from your mouth. The moment you didn't have something holding you up anymore, your head fell, pouring out with sobs and chokes on your own breath. His fingers moved up to card through your hair.

Despite everything, you melted fully into him, desperate for comfort and touch after years of starvation.

"I won't let you die, in here, like this," he cooed, catching your head on his shoulder. When he spoke, his lips moved against your temple. "The damage is already done, but I will not shatter you again."

He told you his name was Lyutsifer. He told you they'd been pumping your glass jail cell with propylene oxide. He said the reason they bothered to clean your cage at all was so that he could safely enter before they pumped you full of poison again. He told you that you were already mutated by what you'd endured, that cancer would eventually grow in your body, that your lungs had grown corrosive and would likely never heal.

And he took you away from there, to his own bedroom. By then you knew it was him; he was the mastermind. It wasn't 'them'. It was him.

He held you in his bed, murmuring about how glad he was about his decision, how he was relieved that he caved to his desires. How he adored what you created. His fingers searched your body, chasing away that sensitivity and replacing it with a fiery heat. You gave into it, tucking yourself beneath his chin and kissing his jaw––anything to keep him here. Anything to hold him for just a moment more.

#safin x reader #lyutsifer safin #nttd #rami malek

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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 (𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Part Two

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡/𝐄𝐦𝐨! 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥/𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞/𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞/𝐝*𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩*𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝐊+

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @hanatiny @vocalyunho @galaxteez (payback you little bitch)

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Awoken from her daydream, Y/N grumbled when her best friend shoved his notebook in her face.

"Earth to Y/N!" He shouted as he ruffled her hair with the object in his hand.

"Mingi! What the hell?" She complained as she pushed the notebook away.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 3 minutes. Are you even listening to me?" He questioned her.

"I am!" She interjected.

Giving her a quizzical look, he crossed his arms.

"Really? Then can you tell me what the answer is?"

Ripping the notebook from his hands, she looked over the equation that filling half the page, squinting at it every now and then before ultimately admitting defeat as she slowly handed it back to the genius sitting next to her on the bench.

Rolling his eyes, Mingi let out a small sigh as he began packing up his belongings, deeming it useless to continue his semi-tutoring session.

"Don't give me that look Min, not everyone is a cute nerd like you that can solve an advanced calculus problem in mere seconds."

"Ok! Although that may be true.." He held up a finger as he paused to fully zip up his bag.

"You're pretty smart too Y/N."

She gave him a small thankful smile at his comment.

"You're problem isn't that you're dumb. Your problem is currently standing right over there."

She hesitantly tilted her head to where his head gestured at, knowing fully well what she'd see. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the black combat boots, her eyes stayed fixated on the figure reclining against the lamppost. Her eyes trailed up his ripped black skinny jeans, up his torso which was covered by a striped black and dark red turtleneck, its sleeves peeking out of the black studded leather jacket layered on top, until they landed on his nonchalant gaze. His eyes were looking down at his phone, the input connected to the headphones that were currently resting on top of his dark ash grey head. That was how one would mostly find Kim Hongjoong: lost in his own little world, blocking out the rest of his environment with a click of his music playlist, no doubt filled with bands like Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin and MCR. Y/N wasn't going to lie, more than once she often thought about playing a G note near him just to see if he'd react or not. Thinking about him actually reacting to anything made her giggle on the inside.

"And there you go again!" Mingi's voice yelled in her ear.

She was so startled by his piercing scream, she actually fell over and hit the pavement kinda hard. She winced as she felt a pain on her derriere.

"Ow. Ow. Ow." She groaned as she began lifting herself up.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms scooped her up and helped her stand upright.

"You all right?" The person asked.

"I think so. Thank you for-"

Her words got caught on her throat as a pair of dark brown eyes looked at her, black eyeliner smoked out to accentuate the shape of his eyes and make them look more intense than they already were.

He smirked at her before looking over at Mingi and nodding at him.

"Yunho sent you the invite right?"

Although he was quite familiar and somewhat friendly with Hongjoong, Mingi still had a hard time talking to him, so he merely tilted his head down in a half nod.

"So you're coming or are you going to stay home again and study for any surprise quiz Professor Nam might try to give us?"

Mingi poked his bottom lip out, somewhat offended at being called out like that. The dark male let out a soft snort.

"Seriously Mingi, going out once in a while won't hurt you. You don't even have to get fucked up if you don't want. Just come hang out."

Turning his attention back at the girl silently admiring him, he flashed her a wink.

"Bring a friend if you want too."

Bringing the headphones up to cover his overly pierced ears, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away in that usual way of his that made several people think he was on his way to commit a felony or crime.

Y/N watched him leave until he was completely out of sight, and even then, she still stayed staring at the corner he turned. Leaning in, Mingi stared at her with widened eyes.

"Your middle school phase of liking Andy Biersack copycats is really showing Y/N."

She scoffed and pushed his face away from hers.

"Shut up, you act like you didn't have your own infatuation with Hayley Williams."

Mingi stiffened, his ears turning slightly red at the memories.

"I got over it didn't I?"

"I don't know? Did you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him teasingly.

"Some friend you are. And here I was actually thinking of taking you with me to the weekend bash Yunho and his friends invited me to."

Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

"First off, why would they even invite you? You're not even a part of their clique. Second, even if they had invited you, you wouldn't go. You're too uptight." She accused him.

Squinting his eyes at her, Mingi cleared his throat.

"For your information, I got paired up with Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho once for a group project and we actually keep in touch since then."

Y/N dropped her hands to the side, a loud slapping noise made against her thighs.

"When was this?"

"Around the time you went to that trip with your parents back home." He answered.

Her mouth dropped open.

"And you never told me this because.....?"

Mingi rolled his eyes.

"Because you would have teased me or would have said something about a nerd, a jock, a teacher's pet and an emo goth, whatever hell spawn demon he is, in a room together and actually getting along."

"I mean, I get them getting along, not so sure about a boring old prick like you though." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Mingi held his fingers up, threatening to flick her forehead if she continued, but Y/N flinched away.

"You ass. And here I was actually thinking of going and taking you so you can hit on your dream boy." He expressed as he began his walk back home, already deeming it late to stay behind on campus grounds.

Following suit and placing herself on his left, Y/N uttered out.

"He's not my dream boy..."

"Really? Then why do you keep drooling over him and looking at him with googly eyes about to pop out of their sockets?" He inquired.

"He's just.....he's just a complex character. Full of mystery and shrouded in this dark aura that I want to get past and see what's behind it...."

She hesitated even though she was supposed to be answering a question. She felt kinda stupid for thinking like that, making Hongjoong seem like some type of enigma when in reality, he could just be a normal person like all the other people that walked past her on the streets. Her friend didn't judge her though, owing some of her curiosity to her psychology major and passion. Slumping an arm around her, he playfully nuzzled his nose against her cheek, making her emit a half-whine half snort hybrid sound at his antics, trying to release herself from his grasp.

"You're so cute. Now come on. I have to take you shopping."

Not even bothering to ask if she had plans or needed to be somewhere else, Mingi linked hands with her and pulled her with him as he speedily walked in the direction of the nearest mall available.

"Explain to me why that is necessary Einstein? You always hated going shopping with me." She nearly tripped trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Because if you want to win emo boy's heart, you at least gotta start looking like his type." He called back at her.

"And what exactly would his type be?"

"Just trust me and leave it all to me."

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Y/N wasn't sure about trusting Mingi anymore as they made their way through a dense, misty and dark forest, the only illumination available being the moonlight that casted a blue tinted beam at their surroundings. Her head whipped with every strange noise that came from bushes or behind a tree. It was kinda chilly and the light breeze that whooshed past them had her legs shivering, making her regret wearing the distressed black shorts and fishnet tights under an oversized Scorpions tshirt that covered most of the shorts, making it look like a no pants look.

"Mingi? Are you sure about this?" She was only thankful of her purchase of some Dr. Martens 1460 black boots which helped her not fall or trip easily on the dirt road.

Mingi, who was an even more scared baby than she was, was fumbled with the sleeves of his pullover hoodie.

"Yeah, Yunho sent me directions and it should be around here somewhere..." He tussled his hair back, trying to hear or distinguish any sound.

"Are you sure he didn't send you to his murder site?" She asked, looking around for any suspicious thing.

Right at that moment, a figure jumped out in front of them, causing both of them to start screaming in terror. Mingi in particular, pushed Y/N to the side and began running in the opposite direction.

"Well dang, he didn't even let me yell boo or something."

Y/N recognized the buff male in front of her as Choi Jongho, the running back of the football team. Giving her an apologetic look, he helped her up after Mingi accidentally pushed her onto the dirt. As she dusted the dirt off, Jongho looked at her band tee.

"Scorpions?" He pointed at it.

He uttered a small 'cool' before signaling her to follow him. Turns out, they were actually not far off from the location, which was actually an old abandoned 2 story summer house that resembled more a barn to her than an actual living space. Cars were all parked out around the area and music was blasting from speakers connected to who knows where. People who hung outside were either vaping their Juuls and chugging back bottles of Smirnoff or Mike's Hard beers, some already halfway to being wasted while others simply held it in their hands, hardly taking a sip as they scanned around trying to find someone to go back home with.

"Don't worry about Mingi. I'll go get him......eventually."

Hearing him snicker, Y/N was actually more worried about herself than Mingi. She only agreed to come because, as surprising as it was, he encouraged her to and knowing he'd be there by her side, being the only person she could stick to cause she did not know anyone else, gave her a little bit of courage. But not anymore after he just totally ditched her and left her alone in God knows where.

Seeing her shift around uncomfortably as they passed through a crowd of wild jumping people, Jongho laced his fingers in hers and brought her over to a more quiet side of the place, where 3 other people were standing around, chatting amongst themselves. Once the two huddled up close to each other saw Jongho and a mystery girl they'd never seen before, they began nudging and whispering among themselves, one of them chuckling under his breath. Hongjoong could already guess what his friend's conversations was about, but he simply rolled his eyes at their behavior and lustful gazes.

Until he turned his head and saw who it was next to Jongho. Then took out the red vape in from his lips and made it a point to exhale the fumes onto the younger member's faces.

"Yah! Hyung! What the hell?" His friend with cat like eyes remarked as he coughed and fanned away the cancerous smoke.

"Just cause you don't care about contracting lung's disease at an early age, doesn't mean San or I want any part of it." The other said.

"Wow. I'm impressed you actually know what contracting means Wooyoung." He smiled amusingly at his younger friend, who was not very pleased with his little joke.

"Hey guys! While trying to retrieve Mingi, I made a new friend." Jongho greeted them like a happy bunny as he held up his hand which was still holding Y/N's.

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at where they connected, an eyebrow raised at their physical contact as the hand that held his vape pen began fidgeting it rapidly between his fingers. Jongho of course was oblivious to the anger burning through Hongjoong's stare while Wooyoung and San caught on pretty quick and began debating whether to laugh or step in before bottles were thrown.

"Ok, so where is Mingi now?" San asked him.

"He ran off." Jongho shrugged.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Wooyoung pushed himself in between them both, effectively separating them as he pulled Jongho away.

"Great! Now we gotta go find him before he gets lost."

Looking back at Y/N, he waved.

"Hi! I'm Wooyoung, I'm bi and goodbye! You seem nice. Hopefully there's a next time."

Y/N blinked at the flamboyant boy's introduction and exit, wondering if it was planned or-

"No he didn't actually mean to rhyme. He's cute but too dumb to make up a poem on the spot." San answered the question on her mind.

Looking back at Hongjoong, he smiled mischievously.

"Hongjoong definitely can. He's into dark poetry and that Edward Pie guy. Have him recite something to you."

Hongjoong fumed at San who merely patted his shoulder and placed his cup in Hongjoong's hand before sauntering off with the other two.

"Edgar Allen Poe you fucking moron!" Hongjoong yelled as he lifted the cup up, tempted to throw it at him.

Y/N held her hand to her lips for a brief instant, trying to suppress the smile threatening to form across her lips. Hongjoong sighed as he stared down at the contents in the cup, swirling it around casually before holding it out to Y/N.

"Want some?" He offered.

"Umm....sure?"

She didn't even know why she accepted it. She'd never drank before in her life and for all she knew, it could have been laced with something. But not wanting to look like a little priss, she took a deep breath before trying to gulp down whatever alcohol was inside. It burned down her throat and she spat some of it back in the cup, unable to hide the cringing expression at the strong liquor.

"What. Is. That?" She questioned as she wiped the liquid that was on her chin and lips.

Hongjoong snorted as he responded that it was straight vodka, making Y/N feel embarrassed to have let him see such a spectacle from her.

"You're not much of a drinker are you? Or hardly one right?"

Her sheepish look was a dead giveaway which had Hongjoong laughing slightly, his lips parting slightly. Y/N was not only surprised to hear him laugh for the first time, but was intrigued when she saw something metallic on his tongue, making her wonder if he was chewing on something. Noticing her curious gaze, Hongjoong's lip curled up at one corner.

"Oh. That's just a piercing."

He had no qualms and simply stuck his tongue out to let her see the silver bar that was plunged through his tongue, each end having a round ball.

"Wow.....that's impressive." She couldn't deny it was extremely attractive.

Hongjoong himself was just attractive in general. Standing there wearing his usual leather jacket, a black tshirt with red letters, and a red turtleneck peeking out from the top, covering his neck. His usual preference for ripped black jeans was not missing, only this time, he added a little flare by having a piece of red plaid fabric chained around his waist, making it look like a half-skirt look. It seriously made him more hotter than he already was.

"Yeah I know. It's even more impressive when I put it to work."

Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, he stepped closer to Y/N, one arm propping against the wall in front of her as he looked at her with hunger and desire in his eyes, those eyes that were once again covered with smoked out eyeliner, only this time he added a hint of red that really made them stand out more and seemed to lure you in and see deep in his soul.

"Wanna experience it first hand?"

She was so lost in his eyes, she almost didn't hear him, until she realized what he meant.

"Here?" She mouthed and gestured around them.

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed.

"Obviously not here. I'm not like those people outside who are probably already getting to 2nd base in front of everyone."

"Oh....." Now she really felt her cheeks flush red.

Hongjoong patiently tapped his black colored fingernails on the concrete wall, waiting for her answer. She seemed to be debating withing herself so much, until her eyes fell on the patch of skin that was showing when his jacket sleeve rose up, letting her catch a glimpse of black ink that probably went up his arm.

"Listen, if you don't want to that's fine. I know when no means no-" He began to assure her.

"Ok." She quickly responded, interrupting his speech.

"Wait- you're serious?" He slumped his arm off the wall, quite shocked she'd agree.

She nodded. "Yeah."

When it was now Hongjoong who was standing quiet, Y/N giggled and leaned in.

"I mean...if you don't want to-"

She had no time to finish the sentence and his hands gripped her waist and pressed her against him, his breath fanning over hers, the strawberry scent of the vape pen still lingering in his mouth.

"Trust me, I've wanted to for a long time."

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As soon as the door to Hongjoong's room in the dorm clicked shut, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Y/N gulped slightly as she realized this is really happening. Not that she didn't want it to, but to actually have Hongjoong standing in front of her, his eyes already undressing and fucking her, while his bottom lip was caught in his front teeth, was definitely not a reality her brain was fully convincing. It wasn't until Hongjoong's thumb grazed her bottom lip, making her exhale a tiny gasp, that it fully dawned on her what was going to happen.

"Don't worry babydoll. I promise you'll get breathless after I'm done with you."

Wrapping his hand on the back of her neck to tilt it slightly upwards, his lips came down and covered her own, pressing against them before slightly parting and covering them once more. He started out slow before turning it more intense, nipping down roughly at her top lip in an effort to get her to open her mouth for him. When she did, his hands cupped the sides of her jaw, thumbs pressed against her cheeks to keep her face from moving as his tongue poked out and slipped inside her mouth. A muffled moan protruded from her throat when Hongjoong rolled his tongue over hers, his tongue piercing grazing the roof of her mouth. He then began swirling his wet muscle around her own, letting her feel the cold metallic jewelry that was sending shocks down her body. When his hands released their hold on her face, they only did so to glide down her torso before snaking down underneath her shirt to cup the back of her shorts, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, nails lightly raking across the exposed skin under the ripped hem.

Feeling like things weren't going fast enough for how needy she was growing, Y/N ran her hands across Hongjoong's chest, going up to his shoulders and sliding his leather jacket off them. Getting the hint, Hongjoong let it fall to the floor and soon his graphic tshirt followed suit, leaving him in his tight fitted red turtleneck that practically clung to his skin, his pectoral muscles that were well above average for someone his size perfectly outlined. As eye catching as it was, that wasn't what caught her attention. What kept her eyes trained on his chest was some weird thing poking out suspiciously.

He chuckled as he knew what she was curious about.

"Oh. That my dear doll, are another pair of piercings I got."

Y/N nearly drooled as he lifted his shirt off, not only revealing the hidden 11 abs he owned, but the arm sleeve tattoo that went from his wrist to a little bit above his right upper arm. On his left side, there was no tattoo on his arm, but instead on his ribcage. But the thing that made her squeeze her thighs together were the black colored metal pieces that were lined across his nipples. Unable to help herself, her hands reached out to touch them, but Hongjoong quickly stopped her.

"Ok doll, before you get ahead of yourself, at least one article of clothing has to come off your body." He smiled cheekily at her.

No hesitation, Y/N soon discarded her own shirt, tossing it somewhere on the room, leaving her torso covered with only her black lace bra that didn't exactly cover much.

"Fuck babygirl, where you hiding that all this- Oh, oh my!"

Hongjoong nearly fell back on his bed when Y/N pressed her face against his chest, her tongue darting out to lick around his pierced nipples. He swallowed as he collected himself, trying not to get too turned on as her tongue played around with the piercings, sometimes nipping at them. Hongjoong arched his back slightly, letting her take as much of him in her mouth as she pleased. The nipple that wasn't being made out with her mouth, was being pleasured by her hand, pinching and gently tugging at it.

"You can go as hard as you want."

Giggling darkly, he took her free hand and placed it on the erection poking out in his pants.

"I'll have you know I enjoy a little pain."

Making her squeeze down on it, Y/N could feel something odd, which prompted her to poke and grope him more fiercely. Wanting to satisfy her curiosity, Hongjoong unzipped his pants and pulled them down mid thigh to let her admire the last set of piercings he owned:

A Jacob's ladder running up the base of his dick and an ampallang pierced through the head.

"Holy shit...." Whether she said it out loud or not, Y/N didn't care. It was the most erotic image she had ever seen and she could not believe that in mere minutes, it would be inside her, no doubt destroying and tearing her walls apart.

Leaning in, Hongjoong sloppily kissed and sucked her jaw and down her upper neck.

"You're free to play with it as you wish doll. I got them for more than one reason. And that's one of them."

Not needing to be told twice, her hand wrapped around the base of his erect cock, her thumb running across his slit. Hongjoong hissed slightly when her hand began pumping him slowly, purposefully applying pressure to the silver metal adorning his length. Taking advantage of the his hazy state, Y/N returned to her previous task of playing with his nipple piercings. Hongjoong threw his head back at immense pleasure he was feeling, loving when Y/N would squeeze him a little to harsh or bite roughly at his nipples. He felt more intoxicated and high being painfully pleasured by her hand and mouth than with any THC chemical he'd ever introduce inside his system.

Without realizing it, he instinctively began bucking his hips up, wanting to chase the release that was building up inside him. Knowing what he wanted, Y/N lifted her head up and sucked on his neck, speeding up her hand movements.

"You gonna cum for me Joongie? Gonna cum all over my hand? Make a mess and soak my fingers with your dirty cum?" She taunted at him.

Unable to hold back especially after her dirty teasing, with a mutter of curses, he spilled himself all over her hand, some of it splattering onto her fishnets. Once he regained his senses, he looked down to find her looking at him with a shit eating grin.

"Heh......don't think you're in charge here doll. This is still my territory."

Swooping her up, she let out a little yelp when he tossed her onto his bed, immediately crawling in between her legs. After getting rid of his pants and briefs, his hands gripped on her belt loops to pull her shorts down. His eyes scanned her body, trying to decide on something. He hummed softly as his hand pressed down onto her clothed heat.

"I'm not going deny it, those fishnets do look remarkably sexy on you....."

With mock pity, he sighed. "Oh well."

Y/N gasped in horror as he tore a hole right in the crotch area, leaving the rest untouched. Opening his desk drawer, she widened her eyes when he took out a pocket knife and flashed it across her face.

"Relax doll. I like pain, but knife play isn't really my thing. On me or my partner."

After ordering her to stay still, she watched as he carefully cut on the sides of her lace panties, just enough to carefully slip them off her body without having to take off her tights. Although in any other situation she would have instantly closed her legs, she didn't feel like doing it this time. It turned her on and made her feel sexier to instead pry her legs open, letting Hongjoong peer down at her glistening folds that he caused, her hands running themselves down her chest as she bit down at her lip.

"Fuck! You're practically drenched already Y/N." Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow at her.

She only giggled before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, slowly pulling the straps down before flinging it behind Hongjoong, letting it join the other pile of clothes scattered about. Hongjoong instantly became hard again, but as much as he wanted to bury his pierced cock inside her and fuck her senseless, there was still one thing he really wanted to do.

Positioning herself in between her legs, his hands gripped the back of her thighs. Looking back at her, he sent a wink her way before attaching his mouth to her soaking heat, causing her to jolt up at the sudden sensation. Knowing exactly how to get her head spinning, Hongjoong slid his tongue up her slit, making sure to drag the metal piece across her folds. It was unlike anything she felt before. Hongjoong already was demonstrating his powerful tongue skills, but the piercing just added a whole new sensation that had her shivering. She couldn't contain the moans spilling out her mouth when his tongue slipped inside her hole, her noises only turning louder when he flicked his tongue in a particular way that made the round metal tip thump against her clit. Hongjoong especially loved doing that little maneuver of hitting her clit with it.

When she felt herself about to burst, Y/N's hands clutched the sheets underneath her.

"Hong-Hongjoong I'm gonna- Aaah!"

The fire pooling in her lower abdomen broke free and rushed down, sending burning sparks up her body as her body trembled at the sensation. Pressing a hand down to hold her still, Hongjoong lapped up her her juices, moaning on her clit, the vibrations only serving to make her more sensitive to any move he made on her body.

When he felt she was ready, he swiftly sat up and positioned his pierced member at her entrance. Making sure to prep her, he got out a bottle of lube out of his drawer and poured some onto the tip of his fingers, spreading it around before inserting two fingers inside her. It had a slight cooling effect that made Y/N hum in pleasure, her mouth going slightly agape when he inserted a third finger, scissoring her out and overall making sure she was stretched out enough.

"Patience doll. I don't want to cause any unnecessary pain....."

She let out a whimper when he withdrew his hand and slapped her clit.

"That much." He finished.

Propping herself on her elbows, she kept her gaze in between their legs. She let out a cry when Hongjoong's head slipped inside her, the round tips of the ampallang piercing stretching her hole in a delicious burn. Next came the metal ridges that scraped against her lower walls, it was an absolutely exhilarating experience. Hongjoong himself let out a groan when he fit himself inside her tight and warm cavern.

"Jesus babydoll. When was the last time you had a good fuck?" He gripped her hips, trying to keep himself from moving just yet.

"Too f-fucking long." She disclosed, her head falling back against the pillow in a disappointed look.

"Well don't worry babe. I'll make sure to fuck any name out of that brain of yours, you won't even remember your own."

Snapping his hips up, he began a rather hard and fast pace, making sure to angle himself so he hit her g-spot. Y/N's hands held onto his arms, choked breaths and screams coming out of her mouth as she began drowning in the immense pleasure he was giving her. The way the metallic piercings raked against her walls every time Hongjoong thrusted in and out of her was indescribable. At first it felt strange and slightly painful, but soon it became addicting, almost to the point of being overwhelming.

Hongjoong took notice of the way her lips parted whenever the ladder piercing grazed at a particular spot.

"You're enjoying this my angel? Like being fucked by my pierced dick?"

Licking his hand, he dropped it down to spank her throbbing and swollen clit, grinning almost sadistically when she shrieked out at his pleasurable torture.

"Do you just enjoy being used like a dirty little hole? Isn't that what you are in the end? Just a filthy hole for me to fuck as I like?"

The corners of her eyes began spilling out tiny droplets of tears as his hand continued his assault on her clit, slapping it until it turned a bright shade of pink. Feeling the intensity build up yet again in the pit of her stomach.

"Hongjoong! I'm gonna cum!" She warned him.

Snaking his hand to grip her neck, Hongjoong sped up his thrusts, fucking her in a frenzy, sending her into a mental state of pure euphoria as he cut off part of her breathing. Y/N shut her eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, her body thrashing and quivering under Hongjoong's. With clenched teeth and furrowed eyes, Hongjoong completely shattered on top of her, spilling himself inside her clenched walls that were milking him past his breaking point. Releasing his grip on her neck, he collapsed on top of her body, his hands spread out to keep himself from dropping all his weight on her.

"Oh my god!" He panted harshly as he tried to collect his breath and thoughts.

She was in no better state than he was, hair all disheveled, pussy still throbbing and her chest heaving up and down as her mind went blank. She only came to her senses when she felt Hongjoong get up and go out of his room, leaving her confused.

Did he regret it? Did he not enjoy it? Was he going to ask her to leave?

It turns out it was none of the above since he came back with a packet of wet tissues.

"You ok?" He asked, looking at her with concern.

After being reassured that she was fine, he plucked out some of the tissues and began wiping between her legs and thighs.

"Ok, these gotta go."

Hongjoong ripped more of the already destroyed fishnet tights and got them off her body, letting it hit the floor.

"Not like I would have used them again." Y/N agreed.

After cleaning both her and himself up, they both stayed quiet. Clearing her throat, Y/N made way to get up.

"Guess it's my cue to leave.."

"Wait don't go!"

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her back onto the bed, making her slightly straddle his lap. Looking up at her with such tender eyes, he offered:

"Stay the night. I don't want you to go just yet."

He said it with such a pleading tone that Y/N didn't have the heart to refuse his request. She just allowed him to place her beside him on the bed, his chest pressed against her back as one of his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and slowly began drifting off to sleep. She was halfway gone when she felt Hongjoong wrapped something cold around her neck. Opening her eyes, she reached up and felt leather on her skin.

"What's this?" She questioned as her finger toyed with whatever was dangling from the device.

Hongjoong smiled fondly at the black choker strapped around her neck.

"Don't worry about it. Just wear it for me..."

His hand traced the red heart pendant dangling from the choker, the letters 'KHJ' engraved on the center of it.

"So everyone can see that you're all mine now."

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Is this a bet??

Summary: Jinyoung takes your words seriously. And he loves proving his point. You should think twice before teasing him again.

Warnings: smut, sort of orgasm denial

Genre: fanfiction, smut

Pairing: reader x park jinyoung

Rating: 18+

A/N: pic is mine

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"Please tell me you didn't just eat that popcorn that fell into your bra..." Jinyoung sighed as he heard you munch again after a long time. He sat in his favorite armchair and didn't bother to look at you. The movie was more interesting.

"Shut up I can’t hear it now."

One would say that after three years of dating and living together, you two would stop bickering. But that was the dynamics of your relationship, and you still kinda enjoyed it this way. But sometimes he got on your nerves with his lecturing.

The movie ended and Jinyoung got up to stretch and to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Y'know, it was really goo-"

"It was bullshit." you cut him off.

You scrolled through your phone and didn't really pay attention to him when he came back to look at you with his 'what did you just say?' face.

"Come again?"

"I said it was bullshit. It was absolutely unrealistic during the sex scenes," you explained and sighed like him.

He frowned and sat down, now actually interested to hear your thoughts "What do you mean?"

"I mean c'mon! One could never make woman cum without touching her clit - when they were together for such a short time! You couldn't do that and we’ve known each other for quite some time now!"

You were so serious, and didn't really see the shadow of deep shock that flew over his face. He blinked a few times in disbelief. "Do you really think that?"

Putting the phone down you looked at him "Yes, it's really hard - maybe even physically impossible for a woman to cum completely without touching her clit. It's the most ac-"

"Wait," he stopped you, picking up his words and thinking your statement through "is this a bet?" His eyes pinned at your face.

You had to laugh - this was more of a "scientific" discussion for you and here he was dirty minded as usual thinking you're teasing him.

"I'm just saying,-"

"Is this a bet?" he repeated, voice lower. Now it was you blinking quickly to adjust. When he said it out loud you were even more sure - it is impossible.

"What would be the prize for the winner?" you narrowed eyes suspiciously. You knew he was able to pull your leg all the time.

"Anything." he said deadly serious.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Completely free options. If I don't make you cum without touching your clit you can make me do anything you want. One time. Make me go up on stage and do stand-up comedy, make me say something stupid in front of your mother. Whatever you say."

"And if you do make me cum?"

His expression darkened, a low-key sadistic smile flitting across his face. "Anything as well."

You laughed again, shaking your head "This is too.. too much you. I don't trust you."

"What? Whyy?" he looked at you like a surprised puppy with his big round eyes.

"Because!" you exclaimed and got up, almost shoving him off the couch. He followed you with his eyes and regained confident expression. He already knew you're in.

"Because games like these never end up in my favour!"

"Well, if it won’t end up in your favour now, I don't know when it will!" he laughed and left to take a shower. Jinyoung was well aware to give you some space to consider his proposal after presenting you a new idea or assumption.

While he was showering, you had a moment to consider your options - either way you were going to have some solid sex. And that was all you needed to head to the bathroom and lean on the shower door.

"Alright."

Jinyoung laughed and looked to where he heard your voice "So is this official?"

"Yes." you sighed, almost like he pushed you into doing it. Which he did. In his own way. "It is a bet. If you won't make me cum without touching my clit-"

"But I can be inside." he demanded

"Of course, that's not the point. Apart from touching my clit you can do whateve-"

"Careful with your words," he smirked.

"You can do almost whatever might help you make me cum." you finished strongly.

The water stopped. A muscular torso appeared next to your face and with it Jinyoung's fresh scent combined with the soap.

He looked at you, satisfaction written all over his face and dried his hair like nothing happened. Continuing to your bedroom he put the towel down and raised his voice as if he was looking for you "Are you coming?"

You walked to the room like if you were about to do a job interview, even your stomach was slightly squirming with excitement and partly with nervousness.

Jinyoung was busy adjusting the light and pulling down the curtains.

"So," his voice was low and muted, intimidating.

"I don't know what game are you playing...you simply cannot win this." you laughed and started to unbutton your shirt.

"Ah-," he stopped you before pointing at your hands – you were obviously stealing his job "Don't." his eyes found yours and he tilted his head a bit "But do repeat what you just said. C'mon."

You laughed as he got near you and slowly touched your arm with index finger sending a shiver down your spine "I said you won't make me cum."

"That's it." he whispered to himself.

You felt his body behind you, heard his breath, your hair swinging in its rhythm. By stopping you from undressing yourself he was showing you who’s in charge. You wanted to stay strong, not willing to submit to his methods you knew all too well. Something in Jinyoung’s demeanour changed, he’s going to outperform himself today you were sure of it. He's going to come up with something new, trying out stuff he always wanted to but never did. And most importantly - he’s going to take advantage of this.

His fingers moved inch by inch up to meet the inner elbow and to the hips.

"Say it again." he muttered through gritted teeth, daring you. As if searching for reasons to punish you. His warm hand roughly pushed the shirt fabric aside, forcing its way between the buttons by stealth.

"I said you can't make me cum." you said clearly, but it was undermined by the breathless gasp that escaped your mouth unwillingly. At that very moment, his hand undid the buttons and your shirt landed next to your ankles like snake's skin.

Despite the intensity he barely touched you yet.

His arm rested on your shoulder and with tips of his fingers he drew over your chest up to the collar bone. His face was so close to your ear you heard every breath and even movements of his tongue in his mouth.

The goosebumps raised across your skin excited him so much, but he kept his head clear. He knew exactly what to focus on. Having a mental list of your erogenous zones he needed to use, and saving few new ones to try out. He dug his face in your hair and kissed you below your ear. Your body reacted faster than you wanted. You crumbled into him as if he pushed some button, your knees bending a bit. But he didn't want it to be this fast.

He bit your earlobe in warning.

Surprised by his nip, your hand went up for revenge but his was quicker, smacking yours away like annoying insect.

Sliding his palms down to your panties he slowly pulled down. You felt a sudden gust of coldness as he kneeled down and your back were left unprotected. His heart started to beat faster as your panties revealed your bum. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips on your left butt cheek. It took you by surprise – he never was this gentle. Still only with the tips of his fingers on your sides, he got up. Parting your hair and putting them on one side he uncovered his most favorite part of your body – the nape of your neck.

He pushed you to the bed.

Enough of warming up.

"However bad it's going to be..." his voice was dark, wild and almost aggressive because of the long silence "Rule is- you can't touch your clit either." he said locking eyes with you.

"It's either me making you cum," he continued and leaned on his elbows above you, only inches above your face, "or nothing." you opened your mouth to kiss back, but he pulled away. Pressing lips on your neck and going down, between your breasts, your belly.

You felt yourself getting wett, heat pooling in anticipation.

The thing is - it was usually never this slow - Jinyoung was more of a rough, fierce sex type. He didn't need any time to prep and wasn't really a fan of foreplay. Lube was always there to fix everything.

But now- he was careful, sensual, paying attention to details - dancing with his fingers on the inner side of your knee. You almost forgot this place was so sensitive. He harmonized the feeling with his lips on your thigh, temptingly close to the clit.

Closing your eyes you didn't watch what he's doing - just bathed yourself in the feelings.

He was already almost rock hard, given the sight of you closing your eyes with pleasure. He had to focus on the edge of his limits. It was so tempting to imprison you in his arms, to thrust into you, deeply and fully.

But a bet is a bet, and he had his plan.

You felt like you were ready for him, so much so you unknowingly spread apart more. His hand moved your leg up to rest on his hips, facing you again. Still not opening your eyes, you turned your head a bit to make him space for more neck kisses.

As his hands pulled yours up above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours.

Jinyoung left the best for last – he finally pressed his body fully on you, and inch by inch dived in you. You heard him smirk as he found it amusing how easily he could slide in as you were already so wet and open for him.

He moved slowly. Not just because he knew it’s stimulating, but because he focused on your nipples. He knew you were sensitive, and it helped him on many occasions to make you cum. Kissing, licking and carefully biting them he took you on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your fingers found his hair and you wanted to pull it, to participate somehow. But he was the leader here and immediately put your hands back in place – above your head.

It was all so good.

His breath so close to your neck, the heat from his body. The precision he moved with, how much attention he paid to you. How he held your jaw like he needed it to breathe.

But something was missing, the tension just kept cumulating and piling up, peak nowhere in near sight. You could even feel yourself stretching your arm up, as if to grab the orgasm that was just inches away.

But apparently your other hand headed down again because Jinyoung smacked it angrily "Don't even try it." thrusting in over and over.

"Fuck the bet, I want-"

"Rules!" he hissed as his movements quickened. Placing hand on the concave of your neck and shoulders, he squeezed a bit as a warning.

You bit your lip in frustration and pleasure. He bend down and kissed your jaw, following with his mouth parting yours, being dominant even now. Leaving you only to wait for his next move. Pulse racing, he repeatedly broke the kiss to look at you, to burn this exact picture of you into his mind.

Feeling him inside, holding your hand up, your breasts on his chest... everything felt like a flash of a fire, but the flame didn't appear. You almost fell his heart beating in your own veins.

He was close, so close.

Face next to yours, his lips found the spot below your ear again, biting the earlobe.

Breathing faster you knew it was coming.

Was he right? Can he do that? C'mon just a bit more- it's so close.

But he suddenly stopped moving, head buried in your hair heavily breathing. You tried to keep up with the wave of pleasure that was inside of you, waiting to be released, you tried so hard to slide it on your own. But it was gone. He was gone, leaving you in the water searching for a way out.

As he rolled down from you letting you alone with the helplessness and frustration he propped on one hand and looked at you "You were right." he caught his breath and put away lock of hair from your neck.

"You did it on purpose! You knew I was close!" you cried out loudly, hands rubbing your face.

"Yes." he admitted, glad you revealed the truth.

Looking directly at you like a teacher wanting his answer he asked "Lesson?"

After the minute of silence you gave to spite him, you felt a quick, light smack on your thigh. "Never. Try me out again."

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