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justasimplesinner · 2 years

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This one is based on my current situation. Origins Eddie is interested in a coworker (most likely in the same department as him) but is too shy to say anything so they're just friends. However, his crush starts getting unwanted advances from another coworker. Nothing extreme but definitely bothersome and a little stressful for this crush. So how would Origins Eddie react? (Hopefully he finally admits his feelings lol)

currently on riddler brainrot and im sorry in advance for anyone subjected to all the bullshit im about to post today

Arkham Origins!Eddie being a massive simp hcs:

there wasn't many people in the GCPD that he truly got along with, even in his own department (although those guys were certainly more used to him and less phased by anything he said). when you came along to work there, it wasn't love at first sight, he didn't immediately take a liking to you, and the feeling was certainly mutual. he's kind of a dick. can be hella obnoxious and self-centered and if you'd just let him, he'd probably go on some egomaniac tangent, although he's not as far gone as he is in the later games so you can still kind of talk to him

i wouldn't say you two wanted to tear each other apart every time you saw one another, but you certainly had a very love/hate relationship at first. it took a long while for him to see you as something more than just a rookie and as much as you hated to admit it, you strived to prove him wrong. not so much as gaining his approval, just kicking his ass because he was being such a pain in yours. thankfully not all your coworkers were dicks, so you got a lot of reassurance whenever he verbally tore you down, but that didn't mean you gave up on proving him wrong

Ed would never admit it out loud, but he admired your determination. actually, there were quite a few things he admired about you. the passion, the drive for work, how you'd stay after hours just to make sure you had everything right, how you seemed to genuinely want to help those people out there. and your sharp tongue, too. especially your sharp tongue. it may have not seem like it, but he absolutely loved bantering with you. you were always so quick with the insults, having a rebuttal to everything he threw your way. and, as opposed to him, the thing with you was that you made sure not to go overboard with what you said and if you did, you weren't above admitting that it was a dick move and apologising

that's what really got you two a little closer in the first place. it was another amazing confrontation that had everyone else in your department on the edge of their seats to see who admits defeat first, when you took it a step too far. and you immediately knew that, right after the words came out of your mouth

"i'm going to fuck your dad and give him a child he actually loves"

silly, right? just a random insult, that's it. he was being a dick, he deserved it. and obviously you didn't truly mean it. but those words stung. hard. you've never seen him shut up so fast. for a second, you swore his face twisted in something akin to agony. just as soon as it appeared, it was gone, and he turned right back to his work. but he was silent. Ed would never willingly let you have the last word in. and yet, for the rest of the day, he was silent

maybe you shouldn't've, but you felt bad. you could see you struck a nerve, prodded at a topic way too sensitive for it all to still be called lighthearted banter. of course, at first, you were too stubborn to really apologize, but all it took was some shameful and regretful thoughts as you were driving home that day and you decided to just suck it up and apologize. fuck your pride, maybe you hated his guts but you didn't want him to hurt. besides, if he gave you the silent treatment like that, who would entertain you when you were bored at work?

you squeezed his coffee order out of one of your coworkers that usually went on the coffee shop trip, even bought him a stupid little peanut-chocolate bar in green wrapping as you arrived at your workplace at the asscrack of dawn like he always did. motherfucker always came in first when it comes to your department, and you wanted to catch him alone, without any prying eyes. when you came in, he didn't even greet you with something like "look who decided to be on time for once" which sucked since you hoped he'd be in a better mood that day

you didn't have a whole speech prepared, which you kind of regretted now that you were face to face with him, alone, and had to apologize truly from the bottom of your heart.

"i'm sorry for what i said yesterday. here. as compensation." quick, simple, and to the point. but that was never the way things go with Edward fucking Nashton. "this is your bargaining chip? you couldn't convince a five year old to sit still for one minute with this shit-" "listen here, you little shit, this is the only green candybar i could find in the store, so shut your green-loving mouth up and let me do my thing, arlight? i don't want to be dramatic right now, but i really am sorry. i didn't mean to actually say anything hurtful or prod at a sore spot or anything. it doesn't change anything right now, but if i had known, i wouldn't've said that. so just accept this very modest but very heartfelt bribe and stop giving me the silent treatment. i got a taste of what's it like yesterday, and i'm not about to endure it today, because your stupid little banter is genuinely the best part of my workday here and i'm not giving it up without a fight."

that seemed to do the trick, because with a few mutters about how crude and utterly untactful you were came the acceptance of you apology, even the admittance that you weren't the only one looking forward to those silly little fights you two indulged in. that was the first step. but, what was shocking to the rest of the department, you two didn't continue in baby steps. you broke off into a run

it escalated quick. with you breaking the ice between you two came the initially-reluctant, eventually-desired friendship. the banters still continued, but Edward wasn't as hard on you when it came to your work as he used to. suddenly, breaks were filled with genuine conversation over hot cups of coffee. Ed wasn't a regular person, talking about your day or the weather simply didn't satisfy him and he found it meaningless. instead, whenever you two talked, he'd breach the most random fucking subjects but you quickly got used to it. you were probably the only one who could put up with him for more than ten minutes (the weeks of insulting each other made you immune to his sarcastic quips) and that didn't bat an eye if he just started rambling about something completely out of nowhere

you became someone he intentionally seeked out, which is a big thing. he often told you otherwise just to fuck with you, but he liked talking to you. you were unphased by how quickly he could jump from one subject to another or for how long he could go on and on about something. you always listened. you offered your input. you were always up for a debate. and fuck yeah sometimes you were stubborn about something you didn't understand, but if he actually proved to you that you were wrong, you'd take the blow and move on. despite being a very persistent and loud-mouthed person, you never insisted on always being right or getting mad at him for knowing something you didn't. if you saw that you really were in the wrong, you accepted it and even inquired about more so you could educate yourself on the subject. sometimes he thought you were so knowledge-hungry because you wanted to be ready for any possible argument that might ensue between you and someone else and needed to be the expert so you could tear a bitch into the ground. and yeah, it was funny, but it was also, in a way, admirable

it was no surprise to anyone when your banter turned more flirtarious. after all, you two were practically attached at the hip at this point. the thing was, you didn't take it seriously. at first, he thought he didn't too, but boy was he wrong

and so, the pining started. all day every day, Edward was consumed by yearning. there was nothing he loved more than the two of you constantly trying to one-up each other and make the other blush and stutter uncontrollably, there was nothing he loved more than hanging out with you both at and outside work, nothing he loved more than just doing simple, menial stuff with you like playing videogames or getting lunch. on one hand he really wanted to tell you all this - you, the only person to ever give him so much positive attention and show him any form of genuine care for his well-being - but on the other... what if you didn't feel the same? i mean, you obviously didn't. you would've said something already, right? you were always so straightforward. did you see that he wanted more? were you just trying to let him down gently or were you oblivious? there was too many thoughts, too many doubts and unfortunately, those were the ones even your presence couldn't help him with

there's nothing worse for a man than to find out he has powerful competition, and Edward is no different in that particular aspect. of course, he's way better and he spends more time with you and you obviously think higher of him than of the other guy, but... do you smile so much around him too? when you two banter, you're always playful, but you never grin the way you grin with the officer that took a liking to you. you never take on that tone with him, the one that's toeing the line between incredibly condescending and abnormally sultry. was he being replaced, was his rightfully earned position as your best friend endangered?

there's a lot of doubts in his head, but also the sick need for rivalry, to destroy his competition. that man was interfering a little bit too much to Ed's liking and he make it a point to show it every time he comes into the Cybercrime department, every time he tags along in the breakroom, every time he gets close to you when Edward's already there. he has half the mind to just rope that motherfucker into some sketchy shit to get him out of his hair

he makes it a point to spend even more time with you to show the other dude who's the better one. you're suspicious but absolutely not complaining about all the sudden game nights or movie marathons or quick trips to the burger joint. you're not complaining about the way Ed trails behind you like a puppy everywhere you go and the way he has deep conversations with you more and more. you feel like what you two have is finally progressing, and your heart flutters every time you wake up at his place, your head on his shoulder or his in your lap after watching gameshow reruns all night. you feel your stomach absolutely exploding in butterflies at every domestic little thing happening between you two, even as simple as cooking breakfast or going out for a smoke

but there's tension rising between you two, something just waiting to be snapped. it's clear to everyone but you what's going on between your two "suitors" and how Ed's constantly on his toes. a few of your coworkers had half the mind to interfere and end this madness but they decided you two better solve all this out on your own

and you did. you did solve it out.

You were at his place again. At this point, you could say you slept over more than you didn't. Hell, you've already had your own drawer and shelf in the shower! It was as much your apartment as it was his. Not that you were complaining, of course. You could really see why some of your more nosey coworkers joked about you two already being married. I mean, c'mon, eating chinese take-out on his old couch, watching the Family Feud marathon up until midnight? It's like the definition of "Married Couple ActivitiesTM".

And this... this really was home for you. This stained couch, his sweatshirt hanging loosely from your frame, his constant talking about how some people were just plain-out stupid because how could they not know that? This is where you felt like you truly belonged. Cliche much, but it was true. It's like everything was in it's rightful spot, your back leaning on his side, your whole form being shaken with his movements as he got a little bit too emotional about a fucking gameshow, his smell surrounding you from every side, his arm wrapped around your collarbone to keep himself grounded. Everything was just right, and you felt happy. Content with how things were. Not quite perfect, but just enough.

Until your phone rang with a new message, disrupting the half-peace around you and startling you half to death. You were so used to having it on silent that when it suddenly beeped and vibrated against your stomach, you almost jumped out of your skin, nearly knocking your leftover food from your lap.

– Fuckin' hell. – you breathed out under your nose, holding up the take-out box to reach into the hoodie's pocket and retrieve the offending object. Ed gave no reaction, really, outside of automatically taking the food from you and putting it on the table, relaxing right back into the couch, his other arm still securely around you. God, why were his hands always so cold? And the bastard made it his mission to put them on your bare skin any chance he got. It was like having an icicle laying against your neck and shoulder.

You took a glance at your notifs to see who was interrupting this fine evening, when you felt a chuckle rippling out of your throat at seeing the contact ID. That man was absolutely insatiable. You're pretty sure he could compete with Edward on who's more persistent.

– And who's got you smiling like an idiot at your phone? – you could practically feel Ed's words crawling up your spine, you felt the vibrations travel through his body into yours. You didn't have to turn your head to know he was looking over your shoulder, this nosey fuck.

– It's just Rhodney. – you felt his muscles tense up, his head getting almost cheek to cheek with you to read the texts. You let him, not like there was anything to hide there.

– And what does he want that's so important he had to interrupt the show? – he muttered with an air of disdain, his breath whipping right past your cheek. You always found it funny how he reacted to anything even slightly related to Rhodney. Their hate for each other was clear, what with how they always seemed to hiss at one another like angry cats.

You leaned back into him a little more, crossing your legs over the armrests and forcing him to relax a little into the couch.

– Apparently a dinner tomorrow at seven. – you snorted, fingers hovering over your keyboard. Maybe if you paid more attention, you would've heard his breath hitch. – He's outdoing himself lately. At first, it was just a coffee date in some nook cafe. I've turned this into a little game - every time he asks me out, I make a ridiculous excuse as to why I can't go to see when will he finally get the hint. – you rambled on, clear amusement seeping into your voice as you spared a glance back at him. His eyes betrayed the little war going on in his head whether he should be disappointed or amused at your antics. You've never seen anyone with eyes so expressive as his. Looking into those baby blues could really make you believe eyes were the window to one's soul.

– Why not just tell him you don't want to so he pisses off? – was what he finally decided on. His voice was weirdly tense, like he was clenching his jaw or having trouble to even get the words out. It was completely out of character for him to have problems to say what's on his mind.

– It's more fun this way. – you decided to let it slide, instead opting to shrug off his inquiry and smirk under your nose as you looked back to your phone – What do you think I should tell him this time? Maybe... 'I need to watch my neighbours pet fish because he has separation anxiety'? – you chuckled, ready to type out your another incredible idea until you felt the arm on your collarbone tighten and his body shift under your back.

Suddenly, there was a hand holding the side of your head firmly.

– Maybe tell him this.

Before you had time to react, you could feel his mouth positively crashing against yours as he leaned over your form to gain better access. You could feel his heavy, trembling exhale hitting your face and his hand clenching in the fabric of the sweatshirt he gave you. But most importantly, you could feel his insistent, slightly chapped lips right against your own.

It took a while to register. Just that second too long to let doubts flood his brains at his impulsive decision, to make his fingers desperately squeeze tighter as he started to lean back, to probably spill his apologies, to drown in his self-loathing in humiliation but then your hands shot out to grab at his sweater and pull him right back in.

Fuck no, you've wanted this way too long for him to jut pull away. You've wanted to run your hands up his chest, to cup his face, to bite his lip and tangle your fingers in his hair, to-

He sat back gasping, having left you just as breathless, staring right into your eyes that still haven't fully gotten rid of the surprise you felt. None of you made a move to really pull back from each other, your fingers still tangled in his now-messy hair, his arms circling you safely, your breaths mingling with each other.

– Yeah, this one will get the point across. – you breathed out, still staring at him in bewilderment, wanting him to say something, anything about whatever the fuck just happened.

What you got instead was a slim but strong hand cupping the side of your neck and jaw, his nose brushing against yours as he whispered, right before frantically diving back in for seconds:

– It better.

#my writing #headcannons #fic #anonymous #edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse #batman arkham origins #fluff #some angst #the Yearning is Real #jesus h christ #i just fuckin #dove right into this one huh #hope thats okay #and that i didnt stray too far from the inital idea #this is my big comeback post bitches

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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Our lovely sleeping prince birthday is almost upon us, at least when I'm writing this ask so,

Sleepy prince gets to fulfill his one absolute birthday wish on his darling he keeps in his room, (before the party or maybe when it turns midnight on his birthday or after the party while it still is his birthday)

It is WAY upon us, my Love— IM SORRY IM LATE HAHA

Warnings : Yandere | Non-Con | Non-Consensual Touching | Kidnapping | Loss of Virginity

I see Silver being a borderline delusional yandere but still quite lucid at some point. He was confused at first and don’t really mean no harm to the one he loves, but when he turned to his father for some advice, that’s when things got a little bit...Complicated.

I mean, he did have a few doubts when his father was so supportive of his dark intentions of wanting to kidnap his Darling away from everyone else in the world, he was so conflicted of himself back then too. But Lilia was all smiles and giggles, squealing about how romantic it sounded to him that he even provided tips such as shackles and chains as protective “jewelry”. His father was weird, but Silver would be lying if he says that it didn’t make him feel at least slightly better about himself. Who was he to doubt the words of his father who knew so much about the world anyway?

Silver was never one to hurt you intentionally as he understood why you acted so strongly against his advances. Even when you yell for him to let go of you or inflict some sort of damage on him in some way, his patience was impeccable. He’d unconsciously overpower you when he wants to though, his strong arms wrapping around your body, making it smaller than it really is. He’d lay his head on your lap and fall asleep without even trying, but when you try to push him off, he’d instantly cling on you so tight that it felt like you were going to break a bone or two. He wasn’t one to shy away from sexual advances either, as per the advice of his father, and his kisses always felt so messy against your mouth.

He believes that he is doing the right thing, your resistance is just another obstacle that he’s yet to tackle. You’ll come to love him eventually, he just needs you to understand that by any means necessary.

Usually, it doesn’t go too far than touching each other though, he was totally the type to have sex only after marriage. The worse that you could remember doing was to pleasure his cock with your hands, occasionally with your mouth as well when he’s feeling extra horny. You can usually make him stop whenever you felt as if he really wanted to put his dick in you and steal your virginity, because he wanted to be all romantic and save your firsts for the best part, right? He wouldn’t want to ruin such a special moment, right...? But for some reason, it wasn’t working the way you wanted it to be this time around, Silver on his birthday felt different than usual. When you heard his drive was motivated once again by his ever-so mischievous father, it suddenly made so much more sense.

“If you really wanted to do it because you love her that much, then I don’t see the reason why you are willing to hold yourself back~”

I’d imagine he’d still want to make it as romantic as possible though, apologizing for being so impatient because you were too tempting to resist. He’ll set up the mood when the moon is fully out and treating you to a relaxing bath and a filling meal prior. He’d probably reach that point where he already believes that you are as in love with him as much as he does for you by how long you’ve been confined in his room, that the reason why you’ve been avoiding sex was because you were insecure and nervous. However, you’ve doing all those lewd acts with him before, haven’t you? Sucking his cock like your life depends on it, letting him touch you in your most sensitive spots, and returned all his kisses, it’s all signs that he believed to be leading him onto this moment. Any excuses you spout out now is just nonsensical, a childish tantrum.

That’s why, he had to clasp his hand around your mouth to silence your ear-piercing scream when he pushed into you. You were tight, but wet enough for his cock to slip right through, like you were made perfectly just for him. You struggled as much as you can, but ultimately became weaker and weaker as he began to thrust into you, his tip eventually reaching the depths of your cervix. He felt bad to see tears streaming down your cheeks, he could practically feel your walls stretching to its absolute limits just to accommodate his size so he could imagine how painful it must’ve been. He could even see blood pouring out of you, Lilia said that it was normal, like it was a proof of your virginity being torn away for the first time but he can’t help to wonder if you were okay.

Silver felt good though, his cock was wrapped around your warmth like a blanket and the sensation of dragging along your insides every time he would thrust in was fantastic. It was difficult to stop and it’s a shame to his pride, but he did his best to be gentle and constantly reminded himself to apologize afterwards. He knew how you’re feeling, but swore to make you feel good and doesn’t seem to intend to stop until he fulfills that promise. This was what he wanted after all, to finally claim you as his both inside and outside was his very special birthday wish...And when he finally felt his climax forming, he did not hesitate to cum deep inside you with a powerful thrust, enough to knock your breath out.

Lilia was right, having sex for the first time was such a euphoric experience, a memory that the both of you won’t probably ever forget. He came inside for the first time without any protection whatsoever, risking the possibility of pregnancy and it’s embarrassing for Silver to admit how addictively thrilling an experience it was...But looking down at your trembling body, it seems like that it really did took a toll on you. He still hasn’t pulled out of you just yet, even though his semen was already seeping out of your stuffed hole. Did you have as much fun as he did, he wondered?

...No worries, he can just do it all over again.

You’re seem tired, but it looked like you still have a bit of strength left in you just yet. Especially when you widened your eyes in panic to look up at him as soon as he grabbed your hips again. He only gave you a gentle smile to relay his message back...He promised he won’t stop until you feel as good as he does, didn’t he~?

IM BACK DARLINGS, and I managed to calm the amount of workloads I have lol I’ll try to continue writing hornii because I am VERY- OMG.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere #silver (twisted wonderland)#yandere silver #Birthday Crumbs (Silver)

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mad-hats · 2 years

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starred wars. full reign. all of starring wars.

Oh god… where do I even start do you realize how many characters are in Star Wars? How many blorbos and glup shittos fit in there?? This will be very long I apologize in advance.

Blorbo: honestly I have quite a few favorites I think. Probably Boba Fett mostly as of late though if not just because bobf has been eating at my brain. I am obsessed with his characterization like they took a random fucking guy the Fanboys™️ clung to and made him such an interesting character. Ahsoka is a blorbo too just because there is so much to think abt with her…. Oh and Omega I think of her way too much but I’ll discuss that more in poor little meow meows.

Scrunkly: hm. You know this is actually kind of hard. I’m just gonna say Din though my tin can man I admit he’s not actually scrunkly or baby but he is shaped and sometimes I want to throw a slice of cheese at his helmet because I think his confused reaction would be funny. Oh Echo is also shaped and my special guy. Not rlly scrunkly or a baby again but I think being an armored cyborg is perhaps one of the most shaped things you can do. He’s cute though I want to completely redesign his ugly whitewashed design and give him a gun attachment for his arm he deserves it <3

Scrimblo Bimblo: Max fucking Rebo my blue little guy rip j*zz legend you will be missed😔BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY Finn and Rose they were sidelined so hard and Star Wars has a nasty habit of doing this with their compelling poc characters my god they deserved such better writing and screen time and literally Everything. Oh also K-2SO? He was iconic in Rogue One literally one of my favorite droids and I think Rogue One should be discussed more in general but I just thought K-2was neat :]

Glup Shitto: That hot turquoise twi’lek guy from bobf. He doesn’t have a name but he is trans and he seems nice :]. Literally any handmaiden. They had to deal with So much. Basically any minor character from tcw because no one else knows who they are but I would freak out if they were mentioned. Bossk was in the originals too but if boba so much mentions him in the new content I will Talk Extensively about it.

Poor Little Meow Meow: Maul lol. He’s very popular he’s just such a weird evil fucked up terrifying but also kind of pathetic little guy. Uhhhh also Omega! She’s fine she’s just mildly controversial because the tbb writing was lacking to say the least and a lot of people thought she was annoying and doesnt make sense in the big picture and I get that but I can fix her. Oh and Commander Fox! He’s not pathetic or anything and didn’t even have much of an appearance but he is kinda controversial. A good chunk of the tcw fandom Hates him because killed Fives but I will defend him anyway, like I love Fives so so much but Fox did what he thought he had to do it’s all very nuanced you can learn more by sending me Star Wars sideblog asks someone please-

Horse Plinko: Tech and Crosshair in a fairly lighthearted way like they’re still clones so I’ll always support them to an extent but their designs are so so ugly and I like bullying them in discord servers. Less lighthearted with Cross though he’s kind of a dick. Obi-Wan in a lighthearted way too because he’s fun to see in pain. The Kryze sisters in a significantly less lighthearted way though they’re interesting but mass murder and irresponsible leadership is not inherently girlboss I’m sorry. I will also bully any Viszla for anything at any time.

Eeby Deeby: Palpatine lol he just sucks for obvious reasons. Oh and Kyle Ron. Kylo stannies dni I Do Not Care if he was redeemed I don’t care if his name is actually Ben and I don’t care about Reylo I simply Do Not Care For Him he’s so whiny and angsty and for what his backstory is not even THAT bad he gives incel vibes and idc if he’s a goth angsty sadboi Maul did it better and he did it with horns and cool tattoos.

#ask #log bestie you can’t just ask me about Star War out in public #that being said everyone please bring all Star Wars related questions to @bal-kote—darasuum-kote that’s where I hide the brain rot <3

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 04

Chapter 4: Cigarette Confetti

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Summary- Y/N and Namjoon get closer as their relationship develops. Also, Y/N suddenly gets too many instagram followers

word count- 8.6k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances, discussion of mindset post unwanted advances, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m. receiving), hickeys

a.n- okay so this chapter is finally done! Thank you for your patience!! It took me a long time to write the scene with Mr Li because I had to pull from my own experience and that was uncomfy - but I hope you like it. Also, there’s a time skip so keep an eye out for that. Also also, can I just say I love writing this character of Namjoon lol this character is my ideal boyfriend material LMFAO.

Hey Alexa, can you fall in love with your own fictional character? Asking for a friend. Thanks.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut, @rjsmochii, @jinjccns, @joyful-jimin

Good morning, Y/N. Today you have four appointments on your calendar. Your first three appointments are as follows. At 7:30am, you have “Morning stand up with Harry (Cancelled)”, at 12:00pm, you have “Jiyoung Gala Update Lunch”, at 2:00pm, you have “Quarterly Sales Meeting”. The weather in Seoul today is 24 degrees and cloudy. Playing BTS on Spotify.

Namjoon wakes up with a start, Jimin’s airy vocals flowing through the room. He’s confused as to why someone in the dorm was playing their old album. About to scream at whoever (probably Taehyung) was playing the music, he opens his eyes to find your face next to his. It takes him a few seconds to realize where he is, and his face breaks into a goofy grin as he recalls the events of the night before. His arm was numb where you lay on it, your arms around his waist, legs tangled together and he traced his fingers on your side in an effort to wake you up.

He could see you stir as you groggily opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile that made his heart race. He reached to stroke your face, as you hummed an apology and politely asked your alarm to be quiet. Seems that you were nice even to your robots.

“Sorry about that. Work day, you know?” you shrugged as you snuggled closer. Namjoon couldn’t help chuckle as you yawned into his bare chest that erupted in goosebumps at the sensation. He gently pulled your chin towards him to kiss you good morning. Your face was puffy with sleep, your cheeks squished where they lay on the pillows, and watching you was so adorable that he wanted to wake up next to you everyday.

“You play my music in the morning?” He was elated. Just like the night you met when you accidentally sang him his song, he felt his heart soar. The fact that you woke up everyday to the words he wrote made him not only happy but oddly motivated. It was like he wanted to just run out of bed and write another album so you could have more music to wake up to.

He watched your face turn red at his comment and he couldn’t help but capture your lips in another lazy kiss, his hand soothingly circling your back under your t-shirt, well, his t-shirt. He wanted you to know that there was nothing to be embarrassed by. If only you knew how his heart raced at the discovery.

“That… that’s for research… you know to get to know you?” you were stumbling over your words and he couldn’t help but pull you closer. You were so cute when you were bashful.

“Mhmm... sure...” He hummed, amused. Hey, just because he didn’t want you to feel awkward doesn’t mean that he couldn’t still tease you.

“Okay fine. I like your music okay? You’ve converted me to your cult.” You huffed, pouting your lips, and Namjoon burst out laughing.

“What’s your favourite song?”

“Is this a test?” You looked incredulous, as you looked up at him from the crook of his shoulder. Your hands were resting on his chest, and everywhere your fingers traced their aimless patterns left behind warmth under his skin.

“Hmm.. yes. You better get it right.” It wasn’t really a test, but Namjoon would be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly curious as to which song caught your eye.

“Can I google it?”

“Wait… you’re gonna google… what your favourite song is?” He had not expected this answer. He felt himself deflate a little, his smiling falling. He supposed you were a new fan, maybe you didn’t remember the title and wanted to look up the lyrics, but you could just ask him, he’d know better than google, surely.

“Yes. I’m gonna google which song you didn’t write and say that one cause your ego is getting too big for this bed.” You booped his nose as you burst out laughing, and he couldn’t stop himself from joining along, his earlier worries disappearing. You always surprised him, and it makes him crave what you’ll say next.

“You’re so evil!” he teased as he tickled your sides, making you laugh and roll around your bed. After a few minutes of your protests, he stopped, now positioned over you. Your eyes were beautiful as they look up at his, tears of mirth lining the corners and breathless from your laughter, and he couldn’t help but kiss you again, molding his lips to your soft ones. He loved that your arms automatically went around his waist as you pulled him closer and deepen the kiss, tracing your tongue with his. He kissed you like that for a few minutes, just relishing being in your presence. Your hands were resting on his chest now, thumbs grazing his nipples, making him shudder. It’s like everytime he kissed you, you put him under a spell and he wanted nothing more than to consume you. How was it that you smell like vanilla and flowers even in the morning? Did you just naturally smell like a fresh garden?

“Good morning” He whispered between his kisses, gazing at you softly.

“Good morning” you responded before closing the distance again and kissing him with passion. He could get used to this.

His hand moved under your shirt to cup your chest, rolling your nipple playfully as he continued to kiss you. Your moan went straight from your lips to his dick as he couldn’t help but roll his hips against yours, craving the friction. Your hands went from his chest to palming him over his boxers and the touch made him groan. He was so incredibly turned on and you had barely even touched him. You were going to be the death of him.

He let you carry on your ministrations as he kissed your neck, enjoying your mewls as he reached what he has realized is your sensitive spot, right where your neck meets your shoulder. He could see the marks he left last night and couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest. He shouldn’t be so turned on by the bruises he left, but he can’t help his kinks. It proved to him that he didn’t imagine last night.

He was slightly taken aback as you slipped your hand in his underwear and started stroking him. He moaned against your neck as pleasure shot through him.

“Want to make you feel good.” you murmured next to his ear, your kisses on his neck making him flush. “Lay back…” He wanted to let you but he wanted to make you feel good first, hear you screaming his name as he made you come undone. He one upped you by placing his own hand in your panties, groaning at how wet you were for him.

“You first.” He said, more sternly than he intended but he didn’t notice as you rut your hips against his hand. Your hand didn’t stopped stroking him and if he was honest it was making him lose his concentration. He removed his hand from your underwear, ignoring your whines, as he stilled your hand, pinning it over your head.

“No… I wanna taste you… Please?” You looked at him with your eyes wide and he was powerless to your pleading. He held his ground though, not letting you take control. Not until you mewled another please and pushed against his chest. He laid back against the pillows as you straddled him, kissing him deeply before making your way down his body. You kissed his chest leaving a light mark near his heart that made him sigh. He was sure that mark was deeper than it looks as his heart beat faster the closer you get to his dick. You kissed his belly before kissing down his clothed length making him groan deeply.

“Baby, stop teasing before I make you stop.” He was testing the waters, grinning when he saw you sit up immediately, biting your lip before pulling his boxers down to his thighs, following his orders. He hissed as you kissed his throbbing head, before immediately taking him in your mouth. It felt unbelievably good, your soft tongue lapping at his length as your cheeks hollow. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and almost lost it when you looked straight in his eyes, taking him as deep as you can. You moaned around him and the sensation made heat travel through his body. His hand found purchase in your hair as you bobbed on him, making him grunt loudly, losing his senses as he guided your head at a pace of his liking.

“Stop Y/N… stop… I’m gonna cum…” He moaned as he pulled your hair, a little too aggressively, making you whine around him. You released him with a loud pop.

“Cum in my mouth, baby” you were smirking at him as if you knew the effect you were having on him. Of course you knew, it was obvious by how loud he was breathing. His cock twitched in your hand at your comment, and he decided to let you have your fun, mentally noting to make you beg for him next time.

“Oh fuck… You’re so good to me baby” he panted as you once again started sucking him off. You were more enthusiastic this time, the sounds of your mouth ricocheting off the walls as you sucked him while your hand played with his balls, cupping them, making him see stars. He couldn’t take it anymore and with a loud grunt, he announced his end and felt his balls draining into your mouth. He watched from under his arm that rested on top of his face as you swallowed him, licking the remains off him as if he was the best popsicle you’ve tasted. It made him lose his mind, the sight making him moan softly.

You made your way back to him and as you laid on the pillows with a satisfied grin, he kissed you slowly, making sure you could feel his gratitude for what may have been the best blowjob he’s experienced.

“Sorry if I pulled your hair too hard.” He apologized as he stroked your head gently, one hand cupping your face.

“Don’t worry about it. I like it rough.” Although he had literally just cum, he felt the blood rush downwards again at your words.

“Fuck… You’re gonna kill me, you know?” He said as he kissed you again, fiercely, his hands ripping your panties off, relishing your gasp. He was determined to make you cum.

And he did, twice, once in bed and once in the shower.

As you were getting dressed in front of the mirror in your closet, he heard you gasp.

“Oh my god Joon! What the fuck?” Worriedly, he entered the closet, his jeans half undone and looked at you dressed in your pants and bra staring at yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, as he moved closer to you.

“You animal! There’s like no concealer in the world to cover these!” You frowned, your mouth turning into a cute pout as you poke the hickeys that litter your neck and chest. He couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork as he hugged your waist from behind placing his head on your shoulder and kissing the mark on your neck.

“I’m sorry baby” His face however has no trace of apology as he grinned against your skin, feeling the blush that started at your neck.

“Fuck… I hate turtlenecks” you turned around in his arms, your hands going around his neck as you pouted at him exaggeratedly, and he wanted to go for another round. The power you had over him was overwhelming.

“I bet you look really good in a turtleneck.” He captured your lips in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips. He knew both of you had to get back to the real world soon but he just wanted to hole up in your room all day, all week, all year, just ravishing you.

You were interrupted by your phone ringing as you answered it on a speaker that rings through somewhere in your closet. He really has to ask you how many speakers you have in this place sometime.

“Hi, this is Y/N.” You spoke, your voice cold and formal and he was kind of taken aback by the change of your tone as you pushed his lips off your shoulder gently, still encircled in each other’s arms.

“Y/N! Are you okay? It’s 7:25… You’re never late!” He heard a familiar voice through the speaker although he couldn’t quite place it.

“Sorry Siwon! I’m feeling a bit unwell. I’m going to work from home this morning. I’ll come by around lunch for the meeting with Jiyoung though!” He brightened up at that comment, his grip around your waist tightening at the prospect of more time with you.

“Sick? Sure, sure… Tell Namjoon I said hi!” He watched your jaw drop as you awkwardly started coughing involuntarily. He kneould he shouldn’t but he can’t help tease you as a “Hey, man” escaped his lips, making you swat at him, signalling him to shut up.

“Oh shit. Am I on speaker?” Siwon audibly gasped into the phone and Namjoon burst out laughing, enjoying your reaction as you quickly bid goodbye.

“Okay, no coffee for you!” You huffed as you put on a t-shirt and make your way to the kitchen.

“Aww… babe!” Namjoon whined as he followed you, tugging his own shirt on to find you pouring steaming coffee into your mug. “Wait how did you make that so quick?”

He watched you smirk as you sipped on your coffee, making a show of how delicious it was, before you relented and pour him one.

“Magic.” You said smugly and he made a mental note to get you to teach him your tricks for his own house.

After breakfast, you spent the morning snuggling on the couch and reading the news, the easy domesticity of the moment not lost on Namjoon. Usually he wouldn’t even stay the night, but it seems like you made him break all the rules without even trying. He wondered why that was, why he was so drawn to you in such a short time. No one he had been with in the past made him feel this way, at least not only a week into knowing them.

“What are you thinking about?” you broke him out of his reverie. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring across the room. He didn’t know how much time had passed.

“This…” He gestured between the two of you, watching your eyes follow his hand from where your head rested against his chest.

“What? You’ve never read the news before?” You pointed at the iPad that the two you were meant to be reading from.

“You know what I mean…” He trailed off rubbing his neck, unsure why he even began the conversation. He should’ve just lied and said something funny.

“Sorry… I tend to use humour when I’m uncomfortable...” You got up from where you were leaning against him to sit upright on the couch, gaze averted.

“You’re uncomfortable?” His eyes widened as he tried to figure out why. Sure this all seemed to move way too fast, but you seemed to have found a rhythm with him this morning. He was slightly panicked that he had misread that. The thought that being around him made you uncomfortable made his heart drop to his knees.

“No… and that makes me uncomfortable” He watched you as you fiddled with the rips in your jeans. Your answer made him relax, pushing aside some of his worries. Knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling lost with this new found comfort was oddly calming.

“I know what you mean. This seems… too easy, right?” He reached over to stop your fidgeting hands.

“Yeah… but I’m no expert. My last relationship was like three years ago” You shrugged.

“What happened? I mean… if you want to tell me”

“Yeah… it just didn’t work out. I was too busy for him sometimes and he couldn’t understand. He blamed me for not prioritizing our relationship. I was just starting out though… it was… hard” Your smiled at him sheepishly, a little melancholy behind your eyes, that made him want to hug it away.

“I get that. I had a lot of relationships that ended up the same way.” He thought about all his past partners, all the fights that led to nowhere because he couldn’t find time in his schedule to even resolve them. All the times he would receive an angry text and not be able to respond till hours later which only exacerbated the problems. All his exes that told him he was too self-centered, too narcissistic for focusing on his career, and for a long time he believed them, the guilt kept him up nights on end.

“Koren dating is also harder than Canadian dating,” you joked. He could sense you were trying to lighten the mood again, and he intertwined your fingers where they rested on your knee, before playing along.

“Wow… did you just stereotype my entire country?”

“Oops?” You chuckled lightly, your eyes brightening as you shrugged. “What about your last relationship?”

“It was about a year ago. We worked together, but we didn’t work together. There wasn’t really a reason. It just kind of… fizzled out. Although I think I was to blame.” He didn’t know how you’d react to this and he rubbed his neck nervously.

“Why do you say that?” You leaned closer, and he could surprisingly feel his nerves melting away at your proximity.

“I just would forget to keep her updated on my life. I know it sounds terrible.”

“Nah. It just sounds human. You weren’t in love.” His eyes widened at your response. He knew now that what he felt then wasn’t love but in the moment he had thought she was the one. Well, until she wasn’t.

“I thought I was” He admitted with a shrug.

“I don’t think you’d forget her if you were.” You were looking at him now, smiling slightly, your eyes shining as your thumb rubbed soothing circles on his. Somehow again, you had managed to sound poetic without meaning to - he didn’t know how you managed to do that so easily.

“I guess you’re right. Fuck… this is weird.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not usually this honest.”

“Wow. Must be the veritaserum I slipped in your drink.” You laughed as you reached to gently put your hand on his shoulder. He enjoyed the touch, it somehow made him feel safe. Safe to share his secrets.

“Is that a Harry Potter reference, you dork?” He could feel the mood lightening again and he realized that your ability to seamlessly switch from uncomfortable topics to humour was at least a part of the reason he felt so comfortable in your presence.

“I’m glad you trust me enough to be honest.” Your hand moved from his shoulder to rest against his cheek, and he couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Honestly, I think it’s because of you.” He watched your face turn to confusion, so he continued. ”You being so upfront makes me wanna do the same. Why are you so honest with me?”

“Because there’s no reason for us to continue this if we can’t be honest.” You smiled softly as you shrugged lightly, still stroking his cheek, and he felt his heart fill with warmth. “I’ve spent too much of my life pretending to be someone else for people to like me. So I’m testing my theory. If I’m honest with you and you like me, maybe this thing is worth it.”

“I do like you.” He really did. He hadn’t felt this strong a connection in a while. Someone who understood him without pretending to, or trying to appease him. Someone he could talk about the good and bad without judgement.

“You haven’t seen all the warts yet.” You averted your gaze, and he couldn’t help but cup your face and make you look at him.

“I’ve seen you naked, you don’t have any warts.” He tried your approach at humour as he kissed you on the nose.

“You are so cheesy!” You swat at him gently before kissing him lightly on the lips. He felt his heart skip a beat at the small gesture. “But seriously, thank you for being so open with me.” You looked at him adoringly, and he mirrored you.

He kissed you at that. Both of you enjoying the chaste kiss without deepening it. The conversation helped you both feel less uncomfortable with the comfortable.

His phone rang, interrupting the sweet moment, his manager asking where to send the car so he wouldn’t be late for the meeting that morning. Before leaving, you made plans to meet up again that weekend, and Namjoon felt that three days was too long without seeing you. He didn’t know why, but he hadn’t even left your apartment yet and he already missed you.

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When you reached the restaurant for lunch with Jiyoung that afternoon, you still had a smile on your face. It seemed to have been permanently etched on your face since Namjoon left. You thought about your date and how it seemed to have been a thousand dates rolled into one. It felt like you’ve known him forever, and barring from Jiyoung, you hadn’t felt that way about a person before. Someone you connected with instantly, someone whose presence made you immediately calmer. He seemed to have crashed all the walls around you in a very short time and although that thought should scare you, it instead made you excited.

Spotting Jiyoung at a table you made your way across the restaurant to her, greeting her and the server, an old woman in her 60s, most likely the owner, that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. After ordering your entrees, your best friend and PR manager jumped right into business.

“So you’re famous. Congrats!” She did a little dance as she announced the news.

“What?” You were confused. Last you checked you had 2000 followers on your social media, which was run by Jiyoung and Siwon, on account of you being a “boomer” - their words, not yours.

“After the gala, a couple of magazines, courtesy of me, decided to do a piece on you. So congrats on your 200k followers!” She seemed giddy, excitedly jumping up and down as she clapped along. That was quite a follower growth and it led to her going into a twenty minute strategy talk on how to leverage your personal brand for the company. You were glad that she was excited, but if you were being honest you hated the limelight. The idea that someone’s “fame” could be decided by the number of likes of a photo posing at a restaurant made your skin crawl.

“Okay so we’re going to schedule a photoshoot sometime in the next two weeks and take a few photos for the next few months of uploads. Of course, make sure to take photos every time you go somewhere fun too, like I don’t know, one of your concerts you’re obsessed with or art galleries.” Jiyoung continued regardless of your groans.

“Do I have to?” You truly did not have time for this, your schedule is already overflowing. The whole idea of curating a feed made you feel stressed.

“Yes. It’s the game, Y/N. You have to play it” She replied sagely, as she slurped her noodles.

“You know all the photos will be of me holed up at the office. I’m not that interesting...” You played with your food as you pouted. Your comment wasn’t born out of low self-esteem, it’s just what you believed. Regardless of the media perceptions of the glamorous life of a CEO, you knew that at the end of the day most you did was sleep, attend meetings, and drink copious amounts of coffee. Occasionally you dabbled in your hobbies, but with the company and non-profit growing at the speed they were, there was barely any time for that. You doubted you’d be able to enjoy any of the fun till after quite a few more years when the title will become less heavy and you’d have more help.

“Don’t be stupid! You, my friend, are a young, fun, single woman! The world deserves to be envious of it!” Jiyoung dismissed you easily, shaking her hand at your protests. “Speaking of fun, let’s go clubbing Saturday, it’s been too long since you got laid.”

As soon as she finished her sentence you felt heat rise up your face, unconsciously bringing your hand up to your turtleneck covered neck. To make matters worse, your throat also decided now to work at that moment, making you choke on your rice.

“Oh my god! You minx! You got laid didn’t you?” Jiyoung loudly exclaimed, much to your dismay and of the other patrons who seemed peeved at hearing your bedroom adventures while they ate lunch.

“Please stop…” You looked around awkwardly apologizing to the old man next to you who looked at you with disgust. Great!

“Who was it? Where did you meet? Tinder? Did you go to a club without me? Was it a client?” The questions were endless.

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone, not a soul.” You were going to regret this, you knew it, but you’d be lying if it didn’t excite you to share the news with Jiyoung. She was your favourite female friend and even though on the outside, your friendship may seem mismatched to some, she truly understood you better than most people. She had been there when your last relationship ended, coaxing you back to your feet after weeks of self-destruction. You trusted her.

“Did you sleep with a married man?” She whispered, thankfully finally aware that you two were in the middle of a popular restaurant during peak lunch hours.

“Umm… no. Do you remember Namjoon from the party?” Namjoon from the party? Good job, real subtle Y/N.

“Namjoon?” You watched as realization dawned on her face, her face going from being scrunched in confusion, to wide eyed surprise, to what it is now; a smug smile. “I was wondering why your Spotify showed you suddenly listening to BTS…”

“Okay you can’t make fun of that too!” you whined, your morning faux pas still too fresh in your mind, as you buried your face in your hands.

“He made fun of you?” Jiyoung was cackling, before she started digging for details. “Man after my own soul! So was he good? When are you seeing him again? Are you dating him? Oh my god this is so exciting!” She is fully squealing and slapping your arm, making you wince.

“He was… amazing” you tell her your face flaring at the memories of last night. “And we’re going on another date.”

“Ooo date number two!”

“Well… technically four if you count the party?”

“Okay. What the fuck? You’ve been holding out on me! Spill!”

And so you do, sharing your interactions with Namjoon over the past week. It felt nice to reminisce about them, even though it was not that long ago. You were so into him, it was worrying. You were beyond excited to see him again, but your last conversation still weighed in your head. He was right. It just felt too easy, how you had met, and seemingly couldn’t get enough of each other. You were suspicious.

“Stop overthinking this, Y/N. It’s good that things are easy! You deserve easy!” Jiyoung cut through your rant. You had almost forgotten that you were speaking out loud.

“It’s not just me, he feels the same way.” You pouted, trying to defend your stance.

“Then you both belong together with your stupid ass overthinking.”

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Y/N: Thanks for dinner tonight. I had a really good time.

Namjoon: Me too!

Namjoon: Speaking of, when can I see you again?

Y/N: Wow. We’ve barely digested our food, Joon

Namjoon: You’re mean! I just like hanging out with you

Y/N: I’m kidding! Tuesday?

Namjoon: Suddenly I love Tuesdays

Y/N: Shut up you dork!

Namjoon: Says the girl obsessed with Batman

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Y/N: What the hell! How do you do photoshoots all the time. This is CRINGE.

Namjoon: Is that today? Yes! SEND ME THE PICTURES!!!!

Y/N: Fuck no. These are so awkward!

Namjoon: Come on! Send! I bet you look hot ;)

Y/N: Nope. Never. Never. NEVER.

Namjoon: I’ll just text Jiyoung for them

Y/N: You don’t even have her number

Y/N: Do you?

Y/N: KIM NAMJOON ANSWER ME

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Namjoon: Did I leave my phone at your place last night?

Y/N: I don't think so

Namjoon: I can’t believe I lost my phone again!!!

Y/N: Wait how are you texting me right now?

Namjoon: … nvm

Y/N: Omg. You're an idiot.

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Y/N: Okay that hike was harder than you said it’d be!

Y/N: I’m dying :(

Namjoon: Aw baby. I’m sorry!

Y/N: You owe me. You’re paying for my masseuse

Namjoon: Why pay for one when I’m better than any you’ll ever get?

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Y/N: I miss you :(

Namjoon: I miss you too

Y/N: Come over?

Namjoon: I have to wake up at 6 for a shoot :(

Y/N: I wake up at 6 every day

Namjoon: On my way

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Namjoon: How’s work going?

Y/N: Terrible :) I hate my life :)

Namjoon: You’re scary when you send emojis like that

Y/N: Wow. Thank you. You’re so nice to me.

Namjoon: Sorry!

Namjoon: What’s stressing you?

Y/N: Just deadlines… SO MANY DEADLINES

Namjoon: Aw baby. Have you eaten? I can come by with food

Y/N: Aren’t you busy? You have your comeback in a few months

Namjoon: Nah. I got the rest of the day off

Y/N: That’s… suspicious... Why?

Namjoon: I’m at the hospital

Y/N: WTF. I’m calling. Pick up.

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You checked yourself out in the reflective elevator doors, as you helped Harry adjust his tie, while Siwon rattled on about the restaurant you were headed to. Harry and you had been dodging your “celebratory” drinks with Mr Li for over a month and a half since the meeting where he signed the contract. He finally trapped you both during a networking event last week and had you set the date. To say you were both very much not looking forward to this evening would be an understatement. It took every ounce of willpower in you to stay as you made your way to your private table at the high end Japanese restaurant.

Mr Li, as per usual, was late to the dinner he had forced upon you. Sitting next to Harry, you both tried to devise a plan to escape as soon as possible. As soon as dinner ended, Harry was going to pretend that Jen was ill and since he was your ride back, you both had no choice but to “begrudgingly” end the night. The idea was foolproof, or so the both of you thought.

Here is a list of reasons why it was not foolproof.

One, upon arrival, Mr Li ordered shots for the table and after Harry used the excuse that he was driving you both home (you wanted to set it up so it wouldn’t be a surprise as you left), Mr Li got excited that you would be his new drinking buddy. He poured shot after shot, even after you mentioned that you were going to get a drink - hoping to rely on your ice tea in a whiskey glass trick - he refused to let you not drink anything other than shots of sake. Usually, you wouldn’t let someone dictate your drinking but you didn’t want to seem rude, and so you played along till you felt much too tipsy.

Two, Mr Li requested your server to stagger the dinner courses since it was a “night of partying” and as the third course of sashimi was served, he took the liberty of sitting next to you because apparently your fish looked fresher. He then proceeded to steal from your plate while making uncomfortable eye contact with you and putting his gross hands on your thigh. When you removed his hand from your thigh he had the audacity to suggest that you were playing hard to get. The urge to vomit had never been stronger.

Three, and this is where everything falls apart. When at the end of dinner, the lovely Jen calls to bail you and Harry out, Mr Li insists that Harry drives back alone and that he drives you home. Somehow, you both had not thought of this very basic flaw in your plan. With you running out of excuses, it was soon evident that you had no choice but to stay. You knew Harry, and you knew that he would call no less than ten minutes later with an emergency on your own or get Siwon out of bed to run to you. He would rescue you, you had faith. In the meantime you had to endure a drunk Mr Li trying to hit on you.

Time seemed to move slow as he drunkenly asked you if you had a boyfriend. Knowing his misogynistic self, you should’ve lied and said yes, the only thing he would probably understand would be that another man had a claim on you, but your tipsy self thought honesty was the best policy. As soon as you said no, it seemed that he took it as an invite, pulling you into an awkward hug, grabbing at your ass, trying to lift you to his seat. His movements were so swift that it left you momentarily paralyzed. You felt ice in your veins as the intense feeling of your personal space being so blatantly violated took over you. It felt as if a million ants were crawling under your skin, your stomach turning. You tried to get out of his grip but it was too strong, as he continued to massage your behind. You felt trapped, your mouth running dry, as anger took over. You were done being polite.

With a strong shove, you stood up from your seat and grabbed your jacket as you looked at him straight in the eye, hoping your glare was enough to get the message across. It was not.

“Come on Y/N. I signed such a big contract for you the least you could do is suck me off.” He stared at you sleazily, the liver spot above his eyebrow moving up and down as he wagged them.

“I’m sorry Mr Li, but this is very inappropriate. I’m going to leave.” You were nicer than your instincts were telling you to be. If he wasn’t your client, you would have already kicked him in the balls or better yet broken his nose, although knowing this creep, he’d probably have a kink for it.

“You’re a fucking bitch you know that?” He spat, his words filled with venom.

“Excuse me?” Each moment that you stayed in this room, made you angrier, the rage pumping itself through you, ringing in your ears.

“You think you’re successful because you’re smart? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N. Everyone knows that your clients only sign because they think you’ll fuck them.” He scoffed.

You knew if you stayed there longer, you would surely ruin this contract for your company, if not get sued for punching his ugly little face in so you grabbed your phone and bag and made your way out of the restaurant, tossing a curt goodbye his way.

Your vision was dark as you made your way through the streets. You were so enraged you were shaking. You knew what would fix this. Cigarettes. Without a second thought you made your way into the nearest convenience store, grabbing a bottle of soju and a pack, before walking to your favourite place - the rooftop of your office building.

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You sat at the roof, contemplating the earlier events, the cigarette pack in hand. You hated how you felt in this moment. Powerless. There was no other word for it. You hated feeling small and insignificant. You had built your life up in a way that ensured you wouldn’t have to deal with these feelings but here you were at almost midnight, searching the faint stars in the sky for serenity.

Anger coursed through your veins as you tried to steel yourself, fists clenching hard enough for red semicircles to be engraved on your palms. Sometimes you hated being a woman. What gave anyone the right to dismiss your hard work and accomplishments because they valued your tits more. You were coursing with negativity, your mouth tasting of poison, as you chugged the soju. You still felt his slimy hands on your ass and his words echoed through your mind. If only your deal was not at stake you would’ve kicked him so hard in the balls, he’d never be able to reproduce. The world is much too beautiful to have his offsprings tainting it.

You usually don’t let these things affect you as much. It’d be a lie to say these moments were few and far in between. In fact, they took place more often than you’d like to remember. The amount of men who had dismissed you or called you being a CEO a great “marketing move in today’s PC world” was astronomical. You would usually brush them off and pretend they never happened, never letting it affect you, but something about the way he sneered made you so vulnerable that for a minute you let your guard down and believed him.

“You think you’re successful because you’re smart? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N. Everyone knows that your clients only sign because they think you’ll fuck them.” You snapped a cigarette in half, watching the contents sprinkle out of the white casing as you rolled it in your fingers and coaxed a bigger mess. You tossed it across the floor, watching the wind pick up the light scraps and scatter them around like confetti. What a great celebration, you thought as you rolled your eyes.

“Y/N…?” you heard Namjoon call from behind you.

You regretted messaging him after your dinner. You didn’t even know why you had told him. He was not your boyfriend, technically he wasn’t even your friend. You had only gone on a few dates, and although you felt closer to him than you had anybody you had dated in a long while, you were not ready for him to see you this way. It had barely been over a month and a half. You didn’t feel confident enough to face him. The Y/N he knew was the successful, flirty, witty version you had worked hard to portray. You don’t know how he would react to this self-hating mess of you. Maybe he’d run away. You deserved that much. Hell, maybe he didn’t even buy the version you showed him, only here for the tits. You were bitter.

“I’m sorry you came all this way. I’m fine, you can go home.” You couldn’t face him - not in this state. You stared at your hands, deepening the crescents on your palm as if willing the skin to break. You saw his shoes in front of you, unlaced blue Nikes, attached to blue striped pajama pants with cartoon koalas. Had you forced him to get out of bed? You felt a bubble of guilt rise within your chest. You were such a shitty person to bring him into this. He deserved better than to be on a cold rooftop on a Friday night in the middle of his comeback preparations.

You were ready to ask him leave again as you heard him settle next to you. You looked up at his face, his eyes softened with concern behind his wide rimmed glasses as he sat crossed leg, his hands in his lap. You opened the pack to grab another cigarette, snapping it in half again and tossing it half heartedly across the floor. You felt defeated, the emotional exhaustion of the night weighing on your shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“I don’t know,” you said, matching his volume. There was no one here and it’s not like anyone could hear you off of this fifty storey building, but somehow you only had the strength to whisper.

“Take your time” he answered. He looked like he meant it. He sat there looking at you, giving you space. His phone buzzed a few times and he ignored it. Instead, he just patiently looked at you, his face neutral for what felt like hours.

Somehow his patience gave you courage to open up, and you told him the events of the night. He never interrupted, or even moved. The only way you’d know he was not suddenly a statue was by the way his jaw slowly tensed as you got to the reason you were so upset, all your doubts and insecurities filling the air in a tumble of fast spoken words.

“I don’t even know why this is making me so angry. It is not like this is the first time this has happened to me.” You chuckled dryly as you looked up at him. He looked angry and you felt nervous. Perhaps you shared too much. You wouldn’t blame him for getting angry at how stupid your reason was for getting him out of bed.

“What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. You were surprised at his question. This was the first time he spoke since you started talking about twenty minutes ago.

“Why?”

“I’m going to kill him.” He said flatly, eye ablaze and jaw set.

“Joon…” you trailed, unsure what to say. He wasn’t unjustified in his threat. On your way to the roof, you yourself had devised about a thousand ways to get away with murder.

“No. He’s an asshole and I’m going to kill him for making you feel this way.” He looked less angry now, and more upset, sighing as he looked at you. You chuckled humorlessly. His comment made you feel better, made you feel less alone and stupid for wanting to take your anger out at the perpetuator. At least you’d have someone to carry the body with if you decided to act on your homicidal fantasies.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asked tentatively, his hand reached towards you as he turned looking at you closely. as if worried you might snap at him.

“Joon, you don’t have to ask,” you murmured as you scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He reacted immediately, pulling you into him tightly, his chin over your head. Your face was pressed against his chest and you inhaled his woodsy scent, feeling instantly more calm.

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. A man touched you without your permission and I didn’t know how you felt about being close to another today.” He whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head. Your heart instantly warmed, tears pricking your eyes. No one had ever been this considerate to you before, so respectful. The fact that he thought you might feel uncomfortable around him just because of that asshole made your heart break. You pushed out of the hug and cupped his face.

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to that asshole.” You were angry that not only did that sorry excuse for a man made you feel small, he made Namjoon feel like you wouldn’t want him.

“And don’t you dare feel like you’re not worthy because of that asshole.” He kissed your forehead gently before bringing you into another bone-crushing hug, momentarily knocking the air out of your lungs. His words made you feel warm, and brought a lump to your throat. It felt oddly cathartic to have the man you had come to admire tell you you were enough. You felt the tears you had been holding in all night escape slowly. You held him tighter as his t-shirt became your makeshift tissue, silently crying for what felt like hours while he stroked your hair gently.

When you could talk again without your voice breaking, you broke the embrace. His shirt was stained with your tears and mascara, and suddenly you felt very awkward for your blatant display of emotions.

“I’m sorry I called you here so late,” you apologized sheepishly, realizing how late it was and how silly you felt for making him jump out of bed.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m glad you called me.” He wiped your face of the tears that had failed to be absorbed by the t-shirt, smiling slightly as he leaned in to give you another peck on your forehead.

“You’re in your pajamas,” you pointed out, laughing slightly, wanting to remove some of the awkwardness you felt at having bawled in front of him for so long.

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting for too long.” He shrugged, giving you a smile that melted your heart. You had realized this before but it dawned on you again that to you Namjoon was comfort. He was like a warm blanket to cozy under in a cool room, keeping the monsters at bay.

You reached out and kissed him, slowly pulling him in by his shirt, avoiding his glasses as you tilted your head. The kiss was gentle - it was sweet and warm. Unlike the passionate ones you had shared before, ones that would light you on fire, this was comfortable, like a bonfire rather than a forest fire. His lips were chapped against yours and his tongue tasted like toothpaste as he smiled against your lips.

“You didn’t smoke!” He exclaimed when you separated, pulling you into another hug, his arms around your head. The pride in his voice made you laugh.

“I told you, I don’t smoke anymore,” you commented as you grinned against his chest.

“Then what’s the pack for?” He seemed puzzled.

“Oh… I was going to but I didn’t want to break my two year streak.” You shrugged. He beamed at you as he pulled you in for another kiss, taking his time to taste you. It felt like he was savouring you, his fingers tangled in your hair on the nape of your neck and his other hand placed gently on your waist.

When you came up for air he giggled, his forehead against yours. “I’m proud of you for not breaking your streak,” he said, making your cheeks flare at his sincerity. “Let’s get you home.”

“Do you want to walk instead of grabbing a cab?”

“Always.” He held your hand as you both stand up and make your way downstairs.

You noticed him shivering slightly as you exited the building and it finally dawned on you that he was dressed in just a t-shirt. It was not the middle of winter but it was certainly too chilly for not wearing a sweater. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest as you were currently dressed in not one but two sweaters. Stopping him, you took off your oversized sweater and handed it to him.

“What are you doing?” He looked at you, confused as you pushed the sweater in his hands.

“You seem cold.”

“That’s supposed to be my move.” He laughed.

“Hey I’m wearing like two sweaters! Plus, I feel bad about dragging you out here and forcing you to walk.” You looked at your shoes, suddenly feeling shy.

“Don’t feel bad, baby.” He lifted your chin up to place a quick peck on your lips after looking around to make sure no one's walking by on the deserted street. “Also, I don’t think this will fit me.” He chuckled, pushing his frames further up his nose.

“It’s oversized! Just try it, you’re shivering!”

“I’m an oversized human!” He exclaimed but started to put his arms through the sleeves. The sweater looked hilariously small on his frame, even with only one sleeve on. As he zipped it up, it resembled a rashguard more than a sweater, his t-shirt flaring out from the bottom, the material straining against his arms and back. The stress of the night washed away as you doubled over in laughter, your face streaking with new joyous tears at the sight.

“See I told you it was too small!” He grinned sheepishly.

“This is amazing, you look great Joonie” you managed to wheeze out in between your laughter.

At that he took your hand and walked the ten blocks to your apartment. The night was filled with a comfortable silence broken only by little musings as you both took in the quiet surroundings of the financial district after hours. As you neared your street, Namjoon broke the silence once again.

“Why did you message me tonight?” His voice was contemplative, as his thumb grazed yours.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have” You earlier guilt was surfacing again, as you thought about why you told him what happened when usually the first person you’d tell in this situation would be Jiyoung or Harry.

“I told you - I’m glad you did. I was just curious why.”

“I… I don’t know. You’re the first person I wanted to see.” You sighed, getting uncomfortable with the line of questioning. You didn’t want him to ask why he was the first person you thought of because you weren’t ready to be even more vulnerable tonight, not ready to admit the space he had made in your heart over the last month. He was quiet for a few moments, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration as if he were solving a complex math problem, before he spoke.

“Do you remember when I sprained my wrist and had to go to the hospital a few weeks ago?” You didn’t expect this subject change, but gladly welcomed it.

“Yeah…”

“Well… you’re the first person I wanted to see then too. I mean before I knew it was just a sprain and I was panicking.” He squeezed your hand in his as you both exited the elevator on to your hallway, and looked at you, his gaze soft. “What do you think that means?”

“That we’re even?” You smiled, hoping to break this unknown tension that had come between you all of a sudden as you stopped at your door. You fumbled with your keycode, having to enter the password twice before making your way inside, Namjoon following behind you, as you both slipped out of your shoes and into slippers. Before you could leave the entryway, he gently held on your elbow to stop you, fixing you with another one of his soft gazes and a smile that made your heart flutter.

“I was thinking it means that you’re my girlfriend.” You could hear your heart rev up as you looked at him for any signs of teasing. There were none. Usually you would respond back with something along the lines of him never asking, but with the night you had just had all you could think about was how happy you were to finally call him yours. Without further hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss, which after a little surprise, he returned. It was reminiscent of the first time you had kissed, but this time instead of awkward butterflies, your heart was filled with a comfortable glow. His lips were familiar against yours and his scent wrapped your senses in a warm cocoon.

“Mmm… Boyfriend.” you said against his lips, grinning, as he kissed you again, his hands under your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to bed, surprisingly avoiding bumping into the doorframe this time.

That night as you slept under the projected milky way on your ceiling with his breath tickling your ear as he snored lightly, you felt yourself give Namjoon a part of your heart you had hidden away for a very long time.

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iwilleatyourfridge · 2 years

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hello! I'm new to this sort of matchup so im super sorry if the details I provide are not enough and I also have no idea what kinds of info matters here so I'll just put as much as i can anyway, also super sorry if its random and repetive I can't form setences correctly 😭. If you cant or wont do this please just ignore this!! but if you do then thank you so much in advance 💕

Can i please request a Tf2 rival match up?

I'm 5'5, a libra ♎️, Bi/Pansexual female and i use every pronounce(he/she/them, she/them I mainly use but you can just use she/her), I'm also vietnamese💀 easypass to get soldier lmaooooo 💀💀

I'm quite chubby but I like to be quick with my movements, I have short black and brownish hair, I wear glasses, my main hobbies are drawing and crocheting stuff. I'm a very Very indoor person, always order takeouts to go home instead of sitting at the restaurant

I'm mainly very polite, nice and quiet when meeting new people and making friends, I try to like people but that doesnt always work out, I have a pretty low temper, I dont get verbally or physically mad fast but I do get very annoyed quickly if someone really gets out of line, Probably just completely ignoring them.

I'm probably a boring asf person to bicker with, I dont make comebacks or so often, I'll just scoff, not say anything and just leave lol, I just dont like having such a bruised ego that you gotta talk shit about people whatever the situation is hwhwhhs

I dont always stand up for myself but I will beat a bitch for my friends. But I'm a very fair person and I have a kinda like "sense for justice" thing, alike my zodiac I like balance and things getting judge how they deserve to be, I hate unfairness, if my friends are clearly in the wrong I wont up them just cause they're a friend of mine

I respect opinions and boundaries alot, so I expect other people to be so too, if you're not rude and trying to shove shit all up in my face then we're cool, but if you dont know then I'll tell you, if you still insist then you're already on my "this person sucks " list lol

one major thing i hate is talking shit without knowing shit, being too stubborn when they're wrong, not bothering to even listen to other people's advices and whatnot. one thing ticks me off sooo much is being childlishly angry and upset over small shit and even when the other person is trying to reason with them, even going so far to apologize when they're clearly not wrong but they just block it out without listening.

I genuinely dislike having to argue someone really, especially if its just a bicker over something super tiny no one is actually at fault and it gets serious, I would just walk out the moment I sense a serious argument is about to happen if its involded with me. I always go try to actually reason it out first instead of getting angry, like if someone flails their hands and accidentally smack me in the head, I'm not just gonna punch them back if it was an accident and they apologized ofc, but if it's intentional 100% I will deck them back in the face lol.

I'm dumb asf at times, clumsy and just not good with chatting, I have 1 braincell and I already lost it somewhere. I'm also chaotic, saying weird questionable things just for the fucks of it, almost got hit by a car one time trying to cross the street without looking, i like dicking around and saying stupid shit at times cause my humor's absolutely broken

uhh random stuff

likes: savory or sweet food and drinks, anytypes of sodas honestly, horror related stuff

dislikes: spicy and bitter food/drinks, touching and poking at my stuff/me without asking, any type of physical contact that is forced upon me and we're not close, working under imense pressure

I'm not an extremely hygenic person, I leave my clothes around and skip brushing my teeth a few nights here and there in a month but I do have limits, I mostly care about my own hygiene, I dont care if you showers at least once a day or not, if you smell bad I'll just stay away with a mask on, I'll give you advice 1-2 times and just stop afterwards if you dont listen, but if there is piss on the bathroom floor and toilet seat then that is not gonna sit well with me ⚰️

Welp i can't think of more stuff to add here lmaoooo whhw, thanks so much again if you do this and super sorry if you cant

YOUR RIVAL IS SOLIDER

Rival Matchups

Info for getting Rival Matchups here! Thank you for your request, and thank you for being as thorough as possible when it wasn’t necessary. Sorry for it taking a bit; academics be a pain. Hope you enjoy anon :)

Total Bullet Points: 10

On the battlefield

A dying Solider laid on the battlefield, and what was he going to with his final moments before he dies: bitch and holler. You were on the opposing team in range of Solider, and target acquired. Arguments came out of his mouth that made no logical sense, and what you did caused him to a undying hatred towards you. You simply walked away. No arguing back. No killing him. His existence was simply ignored.

When he woke up in respawn, his boot straps were being tightened because he was going to shove it so far up that you would have to respond to him. Why? Because you made him feel like he was zero threat. The threat level should have made you kill or react to him, but you didn’t. It was like equal to civilian… HE IS NOT A CIVILIAN!

Solider notices how you have a quieter demeanor, and he is not having that bullshit. Yes, you can get going when need to, but it’s certainly not extent that Solider approves of. He needs to be seen as a threat! Needs to be validated, and your behavior is not helping him.

Get ready to be decked by a shovel and blown to slithering. Repeatedly. He never verbalized his insecurity. When he realizes that your fighting style hasn’t change much, he gets more vocal.

During his vocal moments of yelling at you, he notices more about you and your clumsiness. During his rambling, he gives advice for you to be more observant and how to be more careful. It would be sweet if he wasn’t going to beat you to death. It comes off as patronizing.

Most of his teammates won’t notice the rivalry. Even with rival status, his team’s success takes priority over you. Only do they notice when he gets more vocal than usual… and they thought he couldn’t get even more. The rivalry isn’t hurting the team, so the topic isn’t brought up much.

Off the Battlefield

Oh you don’t go out much? He will just find where you live and burst.

Instead of killing you, screaming ensues. Everything is incoherent, and it looks like he is going to have a stroke. During his discourse, you manage to call the police. Arrested for trespassing.

His team end up coming over and having to deal with police about his behavior. The team has an intervention with Solider since he broke their contract. He refuses to apologize and doesn’t see how he is in the wrong. Solider boy is stubborn and thinks his insecurity is completely justified. You are given expensive art supplies and takeout from the team for the event with the police(please don’t go to court with them).

The rivalry remains pretty much the same, so his teammates are the ones who are stopping it from escalating and taming it. They give solider other directions in battle and forbid him from even thinking about meeting you outside of work.

#tf2 solider #tf2 #matchup

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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Handshakes and Autographs - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Marilyn takes a liking to you during a meet and greet. Poor Rob has to perform Helter Skelter on his own, since his tour partner is otherwise indisposed backstage.

Notes: Just some quick Manson debauchery set now, Heaven Upside Down era, during the Twins of Evil tour! This is also cause I’m slightly mad at Mans for not coming out to do Helter Skelter at the concert I was at LOL

VIP concerts tickets are expensive, but worth it. When you had bought them, it had been a dream of yours that had turned into a goal: having a little fun with Marilyn.

You'd been to his shows before, but never met him. It's on your bucket list to get backstage at one of his concerts, since you've always found him attractive. You fix your tiny tank top, and adjust your hair. It's almost your turn to see him. When it is, you saunter forward.

"Oh. Okay," Marilyn murmurs, pleasantly surprised by you. His deep voice sends shivers through you, downward between your legs. He gives a noise of appreciation as you approach. "Hello."

"Can I sit on your lap?" you ask, as innocently as you can. Marilyn smirks, and you can already see all the dirty things working through his mind.

"Baby, you can sit on anything of mine you like," he mumbles, and grins, flashing that silver grill. You giggle, making yourself comfortable on top of him. For the picture, he puts his arms around your neck from behind and rests his head on your shoulder.

"I've got something in mind," you whisper in his ear. He looks at you curiously as you give him a poster to sign.

"What's your name?"

"(y/n)."

"(y/n), that's a very beautiful name. You got anywhere to be tonight, (y/n)? Anyone with you?" He scribbles something on the poster.

"Free as a bird," you murmur, eyes flickering down to his lips, "And all by myself." You make a show of biting your lip.

"Come up to the stage at halftime, like, when I'm done my set. Before Zombie goes on, come backstage. We can get to know each other better before, y'know... the real shit later."

"Any magic words to get past security?" you whisper.

"Oh, yeah. Just say 'John 5 licked my asshole, for real'. John hasn't had to use the password yet, so don't tell him." You grin, and get up.

"See you later."

"Alligator," he whispers.

"What?"

"No, 's nothing, see you later, baby."

You glance down at the poster that he signed, reading his message.

"I can't wait to get my sperm all over you, (y/n). xx MM."

Well. That's one you won't be able to hang up at work.

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As Angel With The Scabbed Wings starts, you can barely contain your excitement. No matter how many shows you see of his, his entrances are always breathtaking.

About four songs in, you’re just a little bit buzzed on Palm Bay. He looks sexy as hell up there in his black vest and tight pants, as he introduces Kill4Me.

“I just got one question for you,” he says to the crowd, as they cheer back, “Would you kill for me?” Deafening cheers ring out, and Marilyn grins down at you, winking. “Yeah, I know you would.” You blow him a little kiss.

The rest of his show is amazing as always. When he heads backstage though, you hang around in the pit, and catch the first bit of Rob's set. You came to see both of them, and you had a good vantage point that you didn’t want to give up.

When you eventually do decide that it’s time to meet Marilyn backstage, you slip through the crowd during Pussy Liquor and the guards let you through when you give them the, uh... interesting password.

You navigate through some hallways backstage, wearing a smiley face sticker the guard had been instructed to stick on your arm. By the time Rob is onto Dragula, you find Marilyn wiping himself with a towel then tossing it at his keyboard player. You smirk, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, it's you," Marilyn sees you, "(y/n), right? I thought you'd abandoned me. Just spent the last 20 minutes crying over you, I'm so embarrassed..." He's a little more drunk then he was earlier, but he wears it well.

"I wanted to see Rob too," you raise an eyebrow playfully, "Believe it or not, you're not the only one I came for.”

“Ouch,” he puts a hand over his heart.

“But don't worry. I spent your whole show wet, thinking of doing this." You walk forward, pressing your lips to his, and his hands fumble up, cupping your cheeks and kissing back. You're sure you've got stage glitter, blue and magenta makeup, sweat and hair gel all over you now, but fuck it. Marilyn's lips are perfect for kissing. Pliant, soft, but urgent enough to make you wanna fuck.

"Suck my dick?" he mumbles.

"Yes, sir," you tease, and drop to your knees. You take him out of his pants to find him half hard, likely from either the physical exertion of performing or the fact that whenever he would look at you in the mosh pit while he was singing he would inconspicuously rub himself a little onstage.

"Mmm," you moan as you close your mouth around his cock. He groans, watching you down on the ground.

“I apologize in advance, I'm sweaty and that probably tastes really bad...”

You shake your head, popping off. “You’ve got nothing on my ex.” Marilyn cracks that grin again, head hitting the back wall.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for you.” He sucks a sharp breath of air in. “Oooh... yeah, take it all, baby, that’s right.”

As you're both just starting to get into it, a sarcastic voice interrupts you.

"Really Manson? You couldn't have finished in time for our duet?!"

You hadn't even realized Rob had finished his set. You turn as much as you can, giving Rob a little wave. He waves back with a sardonic smile.

"Quality blow jobs take time to execute, Zombie," Marilyn grins, watching you work on him, "And god's honest truth, I have no control over what's happening here. I'm just goin' with it." He bites his bottom lip, exposing his grill again and muttering a 'yeah, yeah' under his breath. Rob makes a disgusted face as he watches Manson's obscene hip thrusts.

“You just had to fuck things up here, right?”

“If by ‘things’ you mean her, that’s very offensive nomenclature, this is a beautiful... human woman... who is very talented at oral sex--” Manson groans, fingers twisting in your hair as you prove that statement.

"Aaand, you couldn't have brought her back to your hotel room like a respectable rock star, I guess."

"Nah, my dick was too hard," Manson replies, "Besides, what about me is fuckin respectable?" You let out a moan, and the singer's thighs quiver under your touch. Marilyn gets a Dad Look from Rob. "--You'll be happy to know Zombie, that we'll continue it at the hotel. After I... o-oh..." His body shudders, and you bob faster, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around the head. He shudders again, making a garbled noise, and lets out a long groan as you feel him cum in your mouth.

Rob just rolls his eyes, dragging his own towel across his face, and walks away. Marilyn's fingers lace through your hair, and he pumps himself in and out of your mouth a few times before taking his dick out.

"You're a revelation," he groans, “Like the fuckin’ bible. But sexier.” You smirk, wiping your bottom lip.

"That's just the opening act." You saunter past him to grab some of the cake they have backstage, and Marilyn groans, watching your ass and wishing the after party would start already.

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loveustarker · 5 years

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Hopeless

So this really sad lol and a little depressing but I have been a real shit mood so I punished Peter for it (sorry boo) no happy endings😬 Cap is a dick, Pepper is a dick and even though it hurt me Stark is a dick too🤷🏽‍♀️ I kinda don’t know how to tag this cause this isn't really Starker, and I suck at tagging so ya

Summary: Peter felt like he couldn’t do anything right. Today just proved his theory and he’s never felt so useless in his entire life. Sad!Peter

😣🕸🌪❌

Peter was having a rough day, like a really rough day. Patrolling today was tough, everything that could go wrong during patrol has gone wrong today. School was no better since he left with a sour attitude because he was sure he failed his English test, and Flash just would not let up with the taunts today. On top of all that he has a last minute Avengers meeting in upstate to go too. He always excited to see everyone, especially Mr.Stark but today he would really rather just go home and crawl in his bed.

They also didn’t tell him what the meeting was about. They really don’t have random meetings sprung on them like this. Especially because it’s hard to get a hold of everyone and get them there on time. He didn’t want to seem like he was complaining but he mentally did not feel like dealing with hero stuff today. He’s still just a kid and sometimes he needs a break even though it’s hard to admit it sometimes.

“Kid, you alright?”

Happy voice filtered through his tired mind and almost forgot where he was. He gave Happy a small smile, telling him that he’s a little tired is all.

“Alright.”

Peter continued to look out the window until he saw the Avengers facility come into view. The closer they got to the building the more his senses are telling him that something was going to happen and it isn’t going to be a good one.

He told Happy bye before walking through the doors and coming face to face with Pepper, and she did not look happy.

“Well it’s about time you’ve showed up Peter,” Her tone was clipped and irritated.

“You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, everyone else in the meeting room already.” She ushered him quickly into the elevator with a slight push and didn’t say anything else.

Meanwhile, Peters mind is swirling, how was it his fault that he got here late. Happy picked him up on time, there wasn’t much traffic and no one told him about any time changes. He started to get this heavy feeling in his chest and it didn’t feel good.

The doors dinged open and Pepper stepped out quickly before heading down the hallway to the meeting room. He followed quickly behind but before she opened the door she turned back to him, eyes cold.

“You need to take more responsibility Peter, this is not a game and just because you’re a teenager does not give you an excuse. If Thor can show up from another galaxy on time then you can make it out of Queens on time.” And with that, she pushed the door open and the entire room got quiet when he stepped in.

“Look who decided to show up.”

That was Sam

Peter felt his face go up in flames as everyone and I mean everyone looked at him with a disappointed look, even Mr. Stark. He immediately opened his mouth to apologize and ask if someone changed the time and just forgot to tell him but the steely look that Cap was giving him quickly shut him up.

“Hey, there Peter just take a seat kid.”

That was Mr. Stark

Peter instantly felt the need to cry because he never wanted to see that look of disappointed on Mr. Stark’s face ever again. The ferry incident nearly took him out when Mr.Stark showed up to save the day. But the talk they had afterward was something he never wanted to revisit with the mentor again.

He shuffled over to the only seat that was available because it clearly was for him, and he was very clearly late. Sitting in between Mr. Stark and Mr.Banner, Cap started to speak again.

“Now that we have everyone here,” Giving Peter a pointed look that made the boy flush in shame.

“I know this meeting was last minute but we really need to discuss execution when we go on missions. There has been to much damage to the city and in neighborhoods. We cannot continue to make mistakes because making mistakes can get someone hurt.”

Cap was in full leader mode and everyone was paying attention. Peter was trying he really was but he was just so tired and ready to go home. If this meeting was about minimizing damage when on a mission than why is he here? He doesn’t make much of a mess when fighting. If anything he probably causes less of a mess than anyone else on the team.

Clearly, he was wrong.

“Peter, you especially, those webs of yours are all over the place. They don’t dissolve and we’ve been getting complaints about your webbing on people’s houses, company buildings, etc.”

Peter opened his mouth to try to explain that yes his webs are probably in a lot of places but they DO dissolve after an hour. He’s been testing different agents to try and get them to dissolve quicker to avoid stuff like this. Mr. Stark even helped him do it!

Cap didn’t even give him a chance to explain and continued to roll over him. Saying that just because he is a newly knighted Avenger doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants. Peter knows that isn’t the case because he does take this seriously, this is something he would never think could happen to him.

He’s beyond grateful...but lately, it seems that every little thing he does is wrong to everyone.

“On top of that, you don’t follow protocol at after missions. I believe Tony has talked to you about that and yet you still don’t listen, you gotta do better kid.”

Mr. Stark did talk to him about protocol.

“Yeah who gives a flying rats ass about protocol, nobody follows it spiderling, so don’t worry about it.”

Those were his exact words and Peter remembered asking him if he was serious and Mr. Stark was. He waited for his mentor to speak up about what he said but silence filled the room.

The urge to cry again was becoming a little stronger.

He whispered a quiet yes sir before shifting his eyes to the table suddenly feeling like the most insignificant being on the planet right now.

Cap continued to go on about other things but nobody got called out like he did and that alone had Peter feeling like absolute shit, gum on the bottom of some New Yorkers sneakers. What made it worse was that Mr. Stark didn’t stick up for him once, and he always does but today wasn’t his day at all.

“Alright, guys that’s all for today.”

Chairs began to scrape against the floor and everyone got up at the same time. Clearly, everyone was ready to go so at least he wasn’t the only one. He definitely overheard some of the Avengers mumbling under his breath, and he sometimes thinks that a lot of them forget that he has super hearing.

“If the kid was here on time we could've been out of here thirty minutes ago.”

“You know teenagers don't care about anything but themselves.”

“I don’t know why Tony gave him a chance, he doesn’t take this seriously.”

The heavy feeling he felt on his chest from earlier came back tenfold. He could already feel the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. These were his teammates talking about him. People he has looked up to since he was little, and their just disregarding him like this, like he’s nothing.

He didn’t realize he was only one still sitting down until a hand was on his shoulder. He discreetly wiped his tears as he rubbed his face with his hand, feigning a tired expression.

“You alright their Pete.”

It was Mr. Stark

Peter looked up at his mentor and for a split second, he wanted to tell the man how he was really feeling. How today was a shitty day and had to deal with shitty people at school, shitty people on the streets while he patrolled. Only to get picked up to go to a shitty meeting that he was apparently late for, and get shitted ON the entire time. How he felt utterly useless right now, a complete failure and how everyone expects so much of his and how he’s hanging on by a thread sometimes to please everyone.

But then he remembered how Mr. Stark didn’t come to his rescue and for some reason that sparked a sadness him so deeply that he just smiled.

“I’m fine, just been a long day.”

Mr. Stark gave him a warm smile before telling him that Happy is out front ready to take him back home. Peter took a deep breath to get his emotions in check before getting up and heading back down to the lobby.

He encountered Pepper again as he walked by the receptions desk and tried to give her a smile.

She just turned her back, that icy look never leaving her eyes.

The urge to cry again was really getting to him.

He continued to the front door.

He gave Happy another small smile as he got into the car. As soon as he sat down his phone rang and May’s name flashed on the phone.

His heart dropped.

“Peter where the hell are you?!” Panic clear in her voice but he could also hear the undertones or anger.

“Ma— “ he started to say but was quickly cut off.

“You were supposed to be home getting everything ready!” She started, “I told you how important this dinner was for my job Peter, the place is a mess and the food is still in the fridge, nothin is warmed up!”

Peter completely forgot about May’s dinner with some people from the hospital. They might be offering a leadership position that pays really well, but they just wanted to sit down and talk first. May thought a good dinner in their environment would help things go along really well but she specially told Peter that she needed his help to get things ready.

“And I know your out doing Spider-Man stuff but I told you, Peter, weeks in advance that I needed you home today for one day. You couldn’t just take one day off for your only family member.”

He knew May was right, with everything going on, jumping back in forth between Peter Parker and Spider-Man it’s hard to keep track of everything going on around him. He didn’t even know what to say to her because sorry was definitely not going to cut it.

“I am really disappointed in you Peter.”

Was the last thing she said before hanging up.

The urge to cry couldn’t be stopped this time.

Because that was two people in one day that he’s disappointed and he just can’t take it.

“H...Happy could you put the partition up please.”

It was barely a whisper because he was trying so hard for Happy to not hear his voice crack.

It looked like the bodyguard was going to say something but took one look at Peters red face and shaking hands that he just did what the boy said.

As soon as it was rolled up, Peter cried.

Body shaking, nose runny, couldn’t see anything past his tears kind of crying.

He’s never felt so worthless in his life.

The drive back to Queens always seemed to fly by but today...

Today felt like a lifetime.

#Sad!Peter #DickPepper #DickSteve #DickTony #SelfHate?

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