#'if you gag at it you carry it like an accessory'

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bla bla bla (m) - hongjoong

part of the idol series.

summary: idol!hongjoong x staff!reader. it’s the thrill of being with someone off limits that pulls you to hongjoong. hushed conversations, discreet kisses, rushed sex. you can’t let anyone else at the company know that this has been going on so long, but the more time you spend with him the more madly in love you fall for kim hongjoong, leader of ateez.

word count: 15.6k

warnings: there’s so much smut, i’m sorry. afab reader. unprotected sex, semi unrealistic cum play, oral (f&m), mutual masturbation, hand stuff, public sex, spanking, panty gag, gendered terms and terms like slut/whore

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hongjoong is always trying something.

a new beat pad, your nerves, an outfit that’s totally out there. but you’re embarrassingly endeared by it all, and you do your best to hide it every day. being his main stylist makes that hard, though. you spend countless hours with him in close proximity to you, being his charming, artistic self, and you have to pretend not to eat it up. at least while other people are around. 

when it’s just the two of you though? he’s usually got you wrapped around his cock, either on your knees with your cheeks hollowed out for him, or bent over the nearest surface begging for mercy. doesn’t matter where or who can hear. he can’t get enough of you, and you can’t get enough of him. that’s what makes your job challenging, and exciting as hell.

today is no different. the boys are coming in for fittings of their new stage outfits for the next leg of the tour, and you’ve got all of hongjoong’s outfits hung before you in an orderly manner. you had also set out yeosang and jongho’s, being in charge of their outfits usually as well, but there’s enough staff here today for you each to help the members individually. that makes the fittings go by quicker so the boys can get back to work, and you and your team have more time to make adjustments if the boys need anything changed.

like always, hongjoong struts in right on time, carrying that confident air with him everywhere he goes. it’s not cockiness, per se, but he knows he’s the coolest person in any room he walks into. that drew you to him initially, because you also have to be the coolest person anywhere you go. that made you and hongjoong click instantly, ooo-ing and ah-ing over each others’ accessories, sharing what interesting things you did over the weekend, or what exciting things you were working on. if you had to admit it though, hongjoong is way cooler than you are. he would say the same about you, and he does today as he walks up to you and blatantly checks you out. 

“where’d you get that sweater?” he asks, handing you one of the coffees he’s holding. “it’s really cool. i like the yellow.” 

“why, you trying to copy me?” you ask, playing into this half-hearted gatekeeping you try to do with each other. you pretend to refuse, and later, when hongjoong is free, you take him to your favorite spots and he takes you to his. this sweater was actually from a boutique he told you about, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet. 

“no?” he says easily, leaning in before he continues. “if i wanted to copy you i’d just steal this the next time i’m at your place.” he pulls back, a smirk on his lips, and as you stand there slightly stunned he smacks his lips and looks to the rack of clothes next to you. “so, just start with whatever?”

“uh, no,” you say, grabbing his hand to stop him from grabbing just anything. “you should know by now i have a system. put on the new world fit, robe and all. i made some alterations and i’m not sure they’re right for your proportions.”

“i’m sure it’s fine,” he says quietly as he takes the pieces off the hanger. then, looking at you with his eyebrow quirked, “alright if i just change here?”

“go ahead,” you motion, turning slightly to give him some privacy. you see the rest of the boys in various states of undress, san giving you an awkward little smile before he pulls his shirt off. you see a flash of jongho’s bare legs in one of the changing areas, and you’re pretty sure mingi accidentally pulled his boxers down as he took off his outside pants, but you won’t comment on it. hongjoong clearing his throat brings you back to your task, and you turn around to see he’s followed your directions, hood up and everything. you smile as he pretends to use the force, he must be spending too much time with seonghwa. ignoring him you ask, “how’s the length?”

“hm?” he asks, looking at you with a glint in his eye. you hold his gaze for a moment, challenging him to take it further. eventually you just motion to the end of the robe, asking “how’s the hem? i took it in a couple inches so you won’t trip over it anymore.”

“i wasn’t tripping over it,” he grumbles as he takes the hood down, looking at the hem anyway. “..but it is better, thank you.”

“good, now take it off.”

“cheeky.”

“just the robe,” you roll your eyes. “let me see the top.”

“it feels tighter,” he comments, flexing his arms slightly. “did you take this in too?”

“no,” you shake your head. “i might have to let it out, i heard you’ve been exercising a lot recently.” another shared look, both of you daring the other to crack. yes, hongjoong has been working out lately, but that’s just so he can get more creative with you in the sack. he’s been so insistent on trying a position that requires him to hold you up the whole time, so you told him you’d do it if he bulked up first. you’re both surely thinking of this promise currently, but wooyoung’s voice cuts through the moment.

“hey hyung, you are getting more muscle,” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “it’s kinda sexy.”

“is it?” hongjoong asks, turning to you for confirmation. you make a face as you reply.

“eh, kinda. it’d be sexier if it didn’t create more work for me to do,” you sigh, and hongjoong rolls his eyes. as you move in closer to retake some of his measurements, just to check, he whispers low enough just for you to hear. 

“you know you like it,” he says. “what did you call them the other day? my big beefy arms?”

“and your tits,” you reply back, just as quiet, your measuring tape struggling to hold in your grasp as you measure the stretch over his chest. “your tits are nice and big now too.”

“if only there was a way for yours to get bigger,” he tsks, and you laugh as you push him back, instructing him to try on another outfit. there’s plenty that don’t need changes, or he can just look at the alterations (a new button here, a deeper pocket for the mic pack there) and give his okay to the changes. finally, you get to one of the last outfits, what you call his fireworks fit. 

“put these on,” you say, holding up a new pair of leather pants. “you wore the old ones out, but i couldn’t find the exact pair we had the first time. let me see if these look alright.”

“is this necessary?” he whines. “you know i hate getting into these.”

“yeah, but it’s so worth it when you are,” you tease, licking your lips dramatically, earning a laugh from jongho next to you. he finished a few minutes ago, not much of his wardrobe needing to be changed. he asks you a quick question about some shoes, and you make a note to get him a size up next time. when you’re done, hongjoong is dressed, eyeing himself in the mirror next to you. you walk up behind him, adjusting the shoulder seams of his top before you say quietly, “your little booty just looks so good in these.”

“little?!” he twirls around, eyes wide and offended. you can’t help the cackle you let out, surprised your comment would affect him so much. he tries to hush you, but the remaining members and stylists eye you both suspiciously. wooyoung looks like he’s about to say something when hongjoong cuts him off, “mind your business, jung.”

“you’re being loud, kim.”

“respect your elders!” hongjoong shouts back, and you can tell this session is gonna derail quickly. you place your hands on hongjoong’s shoulders, guiding him to the changing area so he’ll be out of wooyoung’s splash zone. once you’re both settled behind the curtain, hongjoong smiles down at you. “hey.”

“hey,” you say half hearted, eyes focusing on fixing the way the shirt lays on his chest. “i don’t like the way this looks, it falls like this and that’s sloppy to me-”

“y/n,” hongjoong whispers, and you stop to meet his eyes. he smiles at you again, brighter this time, and tries once more. “hi beautiful.”

“hey handsome,” you say, relaxing into him. you lay your head on his chest briefly, his hands coming up to cup yours. “i’m exhausted.”

“me too,” he sighs, bringing your hands to his lips. he presses soft kisses to your knuckles as he continues. “wish you could come over tonight, but i think some of the managers are catching on.”

“we wouldn’t do much sleeping if i came over anyway,” you say suggestively, and he chuckles, the low rumble warming your cheeks as your head nuzzles further into his chest. 

“yeah, but that’s the thing,” he starts. “can’t tell if i’m not sleeping well because i’m not fucking you till the sun comes up, or if it’s cause you’re not sleeping next to me.” he sighs, playing with your fingers as he goes on. “guess we’ll just have to wait for the weekend though. you still free saturday?”

“yep,” you nod. “i’m all yours.”

“that’s what i like to hear,” he smirks, pecking you quickly. “we better get back out there, i don’t want wooyoung on my ass too.”

“you gotta stop arguing with him when i’m around,” you say, and hongjoong stops to look at you questioningly. “because i’m not afraid of him and i’ll give him a nice little sucker punch if he gives you too much trouble.”

“don’t mind him, sugar,” he says before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “he just likes getting a reaction out of people, so if you punched him that’d just encourage him to do it again.”

“he’s a weird one.”

“yeah,” hongjoong sighs, his lips still planted in your hair. you can barely hear him breathe in, and then he asks, “are you using a new shampoo?”

“no?” you ask, pulling back. “why?”

“you smell different,” he scowls. 

“baby,” you smile, cupping his cheek. “i think it’s because i’ve been at my house so much recently. i’m just using my regular shampoo, not yours, or whatever the guys have in the showers.” 

“don’t like that,” he shakes his head. “i’ll see if i can sneak you in later tonight.”

“hongjoong, i-” 

“no, babe, i miss you,” he says sternly. “you’re coming over, no excuses.”

“ok,” you say, defeated. “just text me when the coast is clear.”

-

you get a text around 10pm that hongjoong is finally at the dorm (”sorry, my bad, i started a new song and-”) so you head over soon after that. you’re not sure if tomorrow’s one of those days you might have to sneak out before the crack of dawn, so you don’t want to waste a minute of your time with hongjoong. 

as you make the short trip to his, your mind wanders to this whole set up you have. sneaking around, having to worry about when you need to leave his house so no one sees you, it’s tiring. sometimes you’d like to go over to your boyfriend’s house just because. or whatever it is hongjoong is to you. because a boyfriend isn’t someone you hide away with to steal some kisses or creep around with in the wee hours of the night. you should bring this up to him, at least voice your concerns - what could you both really do about it though? no matter what you say to him your situation would be the same, so might as well keep things the way they are. because things are nice. hongjoong is sweeter than anyone you’ve been with before, and you’re afraid of maybe someday having to find someone else who makes you feel the way he makes you feel. 

you’re still pondering what you could possibly say to him as you walk into the familiar building, making your way up to his floor. as you get closer to the boys’ dorm, you’re met with a wonderful smell. wooyoung must have cooked dinner, and you hope they saved you some, you were starving. you barely have to knock on the door before hongjoong is tearing it open to cover you in kisses, starting at your forehead and spazzing his way down to your lips. when you finally meet in a soft kiss, you smile into his lips and he does the same, pulling back just long enough to look at you as he grabs you by the cheeks, and then he’s kissing you again gently. 

“i missed you,” he says into your mouth, making you chuckle.

“because it’s been so long,” you say with a roll of your eyes, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck to play with the hair on the back of his head. “how’s the song? better than the one you started yesterday?”

“baby,” he groans. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to keep you waiting that long, i just was-”

“inspired, i know,” you smile softly. “i’m glad you got to work on it. i just hope i can hear this one, unlike all the others you’ve been hiding from me lately.”

“they’re not good enough yet,” he sighs. “and you know i have to do everything in my power to impress you.”

“well don’t try so hard,” you whisper, kissing him sweetly. “it doesn’t take much.”

“i’ll start tomorrow,” he says with a cheeky smile, sliding his hands to your shoulders to spin you around, facing their living room. you were right, there was food, but hongjoong had set their living room up to look like a fancy restaurant, candles laid out and flowers on the coffee table amidst all the food. it takes your breath away, and hongjoong watches you proudly as he waits for a response.

“joongie,” you melt, turning back to him and wrapping him in a tight hug. “why’d you do this?”

“wanted you to have something nice,” he shrugs like it’s nothing. “you’ve been working a lot this week, thought it’d be nice for you to get pampered a little.”

“well i love it,” you say as he guides you to the couch. he hands you your favorite blanket from his room, and you quickly wrap yourself in it as he makes your plate. “wooyoung helped?”

“yes,” hongjoong groans. “god, he’s never teased me so much before. i almost made him stop and put me out of my misery, but seeing you happy like this made it worth it.”

“aw, how sweet,” you coo as you take the plate he’s holding out for you. “thank you, really. i don’t know how to tell you how much this means to me.”

“save it,” he smiles shyly. “it’ll just embarrass us both.”

“but you’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” you say through a mouthful of food. “fuck, this is good. wooyoung is a genius.”

“damn, do i need to learn how to cook now?”

“well you should learn anyway,” you say, pointing an accusing fork in his direction. “but it’s sweet that you’re jealous.”

“am not.”

“are too. now eat your food so we can make out some more.”

once the food is cleared (you and hongjoong are both very adamant about cleaning up after yourselves) you go back to the couch, but hongjoong pulls you to sit in his lap. his hands settle on your waist as your legs fall to the outside of his thighs, and you place your hands on his shoulders, pinching his cheek for good measure. he pinches your ass in retaliation, and that’s all the encouragement you need to dive back into his lips. you spend some time lost in each other like this, slowly making out, and you let your hips roll experimentally. hongjoong tightens his hold on you, keeping you in place, and you whine.

“sorry sugar,” he sighs. “all the boys are home, and seonghwa’s asleep already. i can’t kick him out tonight, so don’t make me hard.”

“i can’t stop you from popping a boner-”

“you can behave and not do anything to make it worse though,” he scolds, and you’re quiet long enough for him to dip back down to your lips, his tongue caressing yours. you moan into his mouth, and you feel his dick twitch beneath you.

“see? i didn’t even mean to get that reaction,” you pout, and hongjoong kisses it away. 

“maybe we should just watch a movie then,” he says, looking around for the remote. you stop him, grabbing his face by the chin. he looks at you challengingly as he waits for you to speak.

“it’s late,” you say, and he nods. “so everyone is probably asleep.”

“yeah babe, i said hwa was asleep in-”

“no no, forget him,” you say. “everyone’s asleep? so we have the living room to ourselves?” 

“oh,” hongjoong finally realizes, stammering as he continues. “uh, i mean, yeah, we could, but...”

“but what?”

“all my condoms are in my room,” he whispers, almost like if he says it quietly it won’t bother you. 

“oh,” you sigh. “well, just hand stuff then. take your pants off.”

“no, you!” you hop up easily, pulling your pants down and grabbing hongjoong’s blanket. you drape it over yourself as he pulls his pants and boxers down quickly, encasing you both in the fabric as you sit back in his lap. your clothed core just barely brushes his tip and he jerks, making you smile. 

“and you said we should just watch a movie,” you smirk, spitting in your hand before reaching for hongjoong’s cock. he watches your every move with an animalistic look in his eye, like he wants to devour you whole. both of you focus your gaze to hongjoong’s lap, your hand carefully wrapping around him and using your spit to get him slick. you have to spit again, partly because it’ll help and also because you know it drives hongjoong crazy when you make a mess, so you do it and your hand returns to its place around his cock. you stroke him a few times, trying to get him hard quickly. he thinks you’re just trying to get him off faster, so he tsks and pulls you further up his lap so his cock is almost laying on top of your cunt. it gives him a better angle to pull your panties aside, slowly pushing one finger into your slick to check how wet you are. 

“needy baby,” he sighs, feeling the way your cunt swallows his digit tightly. “always ready for me, huh?”

“always,” you whine, grinding up to get more friction. hongjoong removes his hand completely, but you keep stroking him steadily. his hand moves up to your clit, using your wetness to drag over it lazily. you buck up again and he uses his free hand to hold you down, but in this position he’s still the one trapped under you. you can’t help but arch up as hongjoong dips two fingers back to your core, fucking into you slowly and scissoring his fingers open deep inside you. 

“taking my fingers so good baby,” he breathes out, focusing hard on not fucking your hand wildly as he gets harder. “doing so good for me, make me feel so good.”

“want your cock, joong,” you pout, and he shakes his head. 

“you’ve got it, sugar,” he says, bucking up into your hand to mark his words. “what more do you need?”

“need you inside,” you whisper, and his cock twitches at the idea of taking you raw. “i felt that baby, i know you want it, please just a little bit, please-”

“y/n, you sure?” hongjoong asks, and you meet eyes. you nod, affirming with a hushed “yes” that this is okay, that this is something you’ve wanted for quite some time now but you didn’t know how to say. hongjoong holds your gaze a little longer before going back to your core, fucking into you relentlessly now with three fingers. “guess i gotta get you ready then. you gotta be quiet for me though, can you do that?”

“mhm,” you whisper, trying to prove how good you’ll be starting now. once hongjoong’s satisfied with how open you are, he slides his fingers out and replaces your hand over his cock. he strokes himself once, twice, before holding your panties farther away so he can slide into your weeping cunt. you cry out at the warm feeling of him, and he groans at the feeling of you clenching around him without any protection. he knows this should be off limits, but now that he’s had a taste he can’t have you any other way. he keeps pushing until he’s sheathed fully inside you, he gives you a second to adjust, your arms falling to his biceps. you squeeze his arms tightly, telling him it’s alright to keep going. he pulls you off of him almost completely, just the tip still nestled inside your walls, and then he pulls you back down on his lap, pulling a shriek from deep in your chest. your hands fly to your mouth, heart pounding at the thought of waking the boys and because of the dark look hongjoong’s giving you.

“i said be quiet,” he warns, and you start to defend yourself but he quiets you with his hand covered in your slick, he offers you his fingers, and you know to suck and clean them off. you can taste some of his precum too, and you moan softly at the taste. while you’re distracted by your new task, hongjoong pulls back again and thrusts shallowly into you, rocking you over his lap so his cock just buries into you deeper and deeper. you’re moaning around his fingers, grateful they’re muffling some of your sounds, otherwise hongjoong would stop and leave you to get yourself off. 

“mmf,” you mumble around his fingers, and he pulls them from your mouth, a line of saliva falling from their tips and coating your chin. hongjoong jolts at the sight, pulling another little cry from your lips. “my clit, play with my clit, please.”

“you’re that close?” hongjoong asks, and you nod frantically as you start bouncing on his cock, feeling him deep in your stomach. he places a hand at your hip, his thumb pointed down so he can capture your clit with every bounce of your hips. you try your best to keep your moans to a minimum, but when you collapse on hongjoong’s chest, too tired to keep riding him, he forgets why you were even trying to be quiet in the first place. his hands grab your hips firmly, his own high just around the corner, and he fucks you hard and fast, making you shake above him. you cry out one last time, your walls clenching around him so hard it’s impossible for him to move. when you start coming down, your hole spasming around his cock, he comes, trying his best to pull out before he gets too much inside you but you stop him.

“no, baby, please it’s okay,” you assure him, and he freely let’s go, your cunt pumping him for every last drop of come. when he pulls out, some of it dribbles onto your outer lips and hongjoong tries his best to file that image away for the nights you can’t see each other. you slump into his shoulder, breathing slowing down, and hongjoong can tell you’re about to go to sleep.

“nope,” he says, pushing you up. “let’s get you cleaned off.”

“leave it,” you mumble into his shoulder. “can’t move. sleep here.”

“you gonna form a full sentence any time soon?” hongjoong jokes, and you shake your head. 

“just pull my panties up,” you say, finally sitting up enough to assess the damage. your pussy is covered in his release, more dripping out of your hole, and you both watch as you clench to stop it from dripping further. the sight alone has you both ready to go again, but it’s late.

“keep this safe for me then, yeah?” he asks, covering your stained pussy with your panties, and you push his shoulder pathetically. 

“gross.”

“i mean it, i’m gonna check tomorrow and i expect to see every drop-”

“hongjoong!” you whine, a smile threatening to give you away. “stop talking. just lay down with me, yeah?”

-

you fell asleep on the couch, which, in hindsight, was a bad idea for a lot of reasons. the worst one is the situation you find yourself in right now, hongjoong asleep on top of you, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and the front door opening to reveal a manager. hongjoong has enough time to poke his head above the couch (thankfully it hides you, for the most part), and he rushes to cover the rest of you with his blanket. he plays it off like he’s straightening up, waving to the manager at the door checking his phone. the boys had to rehearse soon for the tour, so hongjoong goes to grab the other guys and you lay as still and quiet as possible on the couch. 

one by one, the members make their way out of their rooms, doing a good job of not noticing you. yeosang does though, face showing shock at the pair of eyeballs staring at him between the cushions. the manager asks if he’s alright and he plays it off, and you think you’ve made it through. it’s just joong and seonghwa left, and you see hongjoong leave next, doing his best to convey something to you with his eyes but you can’t pick up on it. seonghwa comes out last, pretending like he’s looking for something. 

“what’s wrong?” the manager asks, and seonghwa explains he’s missing his phone. 

“one of the guys might have taken it down to the cars, do you mind checking for me? i’ll look up here and come down if i find it,” he asks, and the manager reluctantly leaves. a few seconds after the door closes, seonghwa looks at you. “hey y/n.”

“hey seonghwa.”

“had a good night?” he asks, and you shrug. 

“it was alright,” you say nonchalantly, sitting up to stretch out. “so what’s the move?”

“we’re going to a rehearsal space for a couple hours,” he explains. “wait maybe thirty minutes and then you can head out, hongjoong will see you later when we get back to the company and i’m sure he’ll do or say something despicable to you.”

“can’t wait,” you yawn, falling back down on the couch to sleep a little longer before you can leave.

-

so, you fell asleep. like for a long time. you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing, and your heart drops to your ass when you see it’s someone from kq. you realize you’re about an hour late, which is so cool and so fun. you scramble off the couch, rushing into the bathroom to attempt to make yourself look like you’re not making a walk of shame into the office. then you notice your clothes, you’re in sweats and a hoodie, so not necessarily work appropriate. you internally scream and head to hongjoong’s room, hoping he has some clean clothes you can change into for work. you do your best to find clothes that are inconspicuous, like if someone with a keen eye looked at you they wouldn’t notice you’re wearing hongjoong’s clothes. you head out the door once you’re satisfied with the look (a sweater you’ve been wanting to “borrow” with a collared shirt underneath that still smells like joong and black slacks) and take out your phone to make an excuse for being late. you have to stop by a designer’s shop to pick up some sample pieces for their next comeback, so you assure your coworker you got caught up at the shop and you’re coming back to the offices soon. you just cross your fingers and toes that’ll satisfy them and save your ass.

-

hongjoong spent the morning worried, because he’s never had such a close call before. it was stupid of him to let you both fall asleep on the couch, and he’s been beating himself up about it since. but he makes himself feel even worse when the boys get back to the company and he can’t find you anywhere. you’re never late, so hopefully you’re just hidden away working hard somewhere. hongjoong hopes that’s it, and not that you overslept because he’s got a million reasons in his mind over how that could be his fault. he just goes to a rehearsal room with mingi to pass the time, going over their parts together to clean everything up for tour. 

about an hour later, hongjoong steps out to grab a water and his ears perk up at your voice. he hears you down the hall, your voice carrying from a slightly cracked door in the office area. he quietly walks closer, not eavesdropping exactly, just choosing intentionally to get water from the fountain next to that office rather than the one right outside the practice room. as he stands there he catches the faintest trace of a conversation. 

“so you understand why we can’t risk this happening anymore,” the other staff says sternly, and hongjoong thinks you must be getting reprimanded for being late. he starts berating himself again, thinking it’s all his fault, when he hears you speak. 

“i understand,” you respond, your voice shaking. weird, hongjoong thinks. you’re good at keeping your cool at work. what could make you this upset? 

he doesn’t have time to ponder that for long, because the conversation wraps up and he hears shuffling from the office. he scurries back to the hallway he came from so he won’t get caught snooping, but he turns back just in time to catch you walking away quickly, wiping at your face. were you crying? then he catches the eye of the staff standing to the side, and she gives him a pointed look, tight-lipped with a warning in her eyes. hongjoong almost feels a shiver run down his spine, but he shakes it off and goes back to practice, shooting you a quick text to make sure you’re okay.

the next break he gets, he leaps for his phone and sees that you haven’t replied. he tells mingi he’s stepping out again, and he nods, saying he might go grab food with the members before they continue. hongjoong waves him off, trying to figure out if he should text you again or just go find you. he opts for the second one, and he has to wander a little to figure out where you are. he checks your office, nothing. understandable, considering you’re having a bad day. then he looks at the balcony, because that’s your go to hideaway in the office. still nothing. he finally finds you in the last place he’d think to check, the wardrobe room. surrounded by years of stage outfits, donated pieces, and looks curated for each member, he sees you hidden in a rack of old kingdom outfits. you look up at the sound of his footsteps, giving him a half hearted smile as he gets closer. 

“hi sugar,” he says softly. “what’s going on?”

“bad day,” you shrug. “sorry i’ve been mia.”

“s’okay,” he tells you, hand coming up to rub your back. “have you eaten?”

“not yet,” you shake your head. “haven’t had time. i overslept, and uh, got into some trouble. so a lunch break isn’t really in my schedule today.” something about the way you said that makes hongjoong think there’s something you’re leaving out, but he doesn’t push it.

“i can go grab you something?” he offers. “i was probably gonna go to 7/11, do you want some snacks? that way you don’t have to stop and eat, you can just eat as you work.”

“okay,” you nod, and hongjoong smiles. he’s about to leave when he allows himself to sweep his eyes over you, and his smile grows as he notices you’re decked out in his clothes.

“you thief,” he says, and you chuckle. a small victory, considering hongjoong can tell you had been crying at some point. “went shopping in my closet, hm?”

“i didn’t have time to go home and change,” you explain. “so i had to pull some stuff out of the archive and prevent the world’s worst walk of shame.”

“well you look cute,” he says, coming closer. “sexy, actually. i love it when you wear my clothes.”

“really?” you ask, a glimmer in your eyes. “how sexy?”

“depends,” hongjoong replies, “let me see your panties.”

“joong!” 

“no, baby, remember what i said last night?”

“oh, when you were being nasty?”

“yeah,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “show me.”

“hongjoong-”

“y/n,” he warns, and you slowly pull your pants down, followed soon after by your stained panties. hongjoong knocks your legs further apart before he falls to his knees, and you gasp, trying to pull him back up.

“kim hongjoong, stop that right now,” you hiss. “someone could come in here.”

“no they can’t, i locked the door,” he says, his hands sliding around your waist to grab you by the ass. he looks at your pussy, still dirty from the night before, and he sighs. “you’re perfect for me, baby,” he whispers, admiring the way your pussy clenches at his words. he’s too focused on your cum stained lips to notice the way your eyes well up at the complicated things you’re feeling, but before you can get caught up in your thoughts hongjoong swipes his tongue between your lips to distract you. he groans at the taste of himself lingering on your cunt, and he dives back in to clean you up. his hands on your ass help him grind you onto his tongue, and you let out a shaky moan when he swipes over your clit. he stays there, alternating between light kitten licks that make your legs jolt or harsh sucks that send a strike of electricity straight through you. hongjoong is relentless, playing with your clit before kissing and sucking his way down to your entrance, admiring the way your slick has coated your lips for him. “you’re delicious,” he growls, tongue slurping obscenely at your entrance, and your legs buckle at the feeling. he holds onto you tighter, trying to keep you up while he fucks his tongue into you. 

“hongjoong, too much,” you whine. “‘m gonna come.”

“good,” he grumbles, detaching from you long enough to look up at you between your legs. “that’s kinda the point, sugar.”

“but-”

“stop talking,” he orders, kissing right on top of your clit. “just enjoy it baby.” he holds his thumb up to you, and you take it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the warm digit. hongjoong brings it down to your clit, drawing lazy circles on your bundle of nerves as he goes back to making out with your cunt. it’s getting harder for you to stand on your own, so you grip your hands into his hair for some leverage. you’re grinding down into his face, your arousal coating his chin as he eats you like a man starved. you’re staring down at him, mesmerized, and when his eyes flick up to meet yours it sends you over the edge. you let out a choked moan, and hongjoong buries his tongue in your cunt to collect every drop of your release. when he’s satisfied that you’re done, he slowly pulls away from you, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. he stands and brings your pants back up for you, helping you get dressed again before he leaves.

“i thought you were getting our lunch,” you say breathlessly, and hongjoong smirks like the devil as he responds.

“i can’t get that at 7/11.”

-

you spend the rest of the day keeping your distance from hongjoong, which isn’t hard considering both of your schedules. you’ve got to start packing tour outfits, and he’s in back to back rehearsals until late tonight. you stay after everyone else on your team leaves just to make up for the time you lost this morning, and you’re running through the building trying to keep up with all your packing lists. there’s a pair of shoes missing, and if san left them in the rehearsal room again you’re gonna kill him. so you’re running from room to room trying to find these boots, and as you take a corner too fast you literally run into hongjoong. 

“whoa, where’s the fire sugar?” he asks with a smirk as he steadies you, admiring the way you’ve pulled your hair back to keep it out of your face. you were going to respond, but you see a manager poke his head out of a rehearsal room so you duck away, mumbling to hongjoong about the shoes. he’s left confused, but just writes it off as you being stressed. he figures he’ll have time to ask about it tonight.

except, he doesn’t get a chance to do that. you end up leaving shortly after your literal run-in with joong, and you shoot him a text that you’ll be going to sleep as soon as you get home which is basically code for bye, see you tomorrow, please don’t text me and wake me up. hongjoong’s feelings are a little hurt, but again, he knows how stressful work is right now, it’s just as bad (if not worse) for him, so he takes this as a night of rest and decides to bother you double time tomorrow.

when it’s finally time for the guys to leave, hongjoong finds seonghwa and waits with him for their car. hongjoong immediately opens your texts, wanting to tell you he’s on the way home, but then he remembers you’re already asleep and puts his phone up.

“y/n coming over tonight?” hwa asks through a yawn. 

“nope,” hongjoong replies curtly. “we both need our rest.”

“gross.”

“not like that. well, a little but that’s not the reason. y/n had a long day today so i’m sure this extra sleep is needed,” joong explains, and hwa nods.

“yeah, i heard one of the managers saying she got quite the talking to this morning,” seonghwa says, side-eying hongjoong. “any idea what that was about?”

“no,” hongjoong shakes his head. “we didn’t talk much today. busy, you know.”

“well, i just know i’d be shitting bricks if my girlfriend was over and a manager walked in on us cuddled up on the couch,” hwa mumbles, and hongjoong bucks up at his words.

“y/n isn’t my girlfriend,” he says, sounding unsure even as he says it. “we’re...friends. close friends-”

“who suck and fuck every chance they get?” hwa asks, eyebrows raised. “not to mention the sappy way you talk to her,  and the way you look at her like she makes all the flowers grow.” 

“what? i do not,” hongjoong scoffs.

“do too.”

“stop that,” joong grumbles. “i don’t know what..this..is, honestly. i just know i really care for y/n.”

“then maybe you should be more careful about being seen by other staff,” seonghwa warns. “i’m just saying, if they had to get rid of someone because they find out you two are canoodling, it wouldn’t be you.”

“yeah,” hongjoong says, lost in thought. was that why you were off today? had the manager this morning noticed something, and gone on to snitch about it? hongjoong’ll wring his neck if that’s the case, but he knows for sure he needs to talk to you asap. he needs to know what’s going on, right now. 

-

before your alarm even goes off the next day, you’re pulled out of your sleep by your phone constantly ringing. you thought you heard it in your dreams, going off once then going silent. then it went off again, pulling you out of your sleep, confused. then it rang again and that’s when you realized it was actually happening, so you reach for it and answer.

“hello?” you ask groggily.

“open the door,” hongjoong says on the other end.

“hongjoong?”

“yeah, it’s me, come let me in,” he says quickly, then adds, “pretty please.”

“hongjoong, i-”

“please, y/n,” he says again. “i need to know what’s going on.”

“ok, just a second.”

soon, hongjoong is sitting at your kitchen table, watching as you move around making your morning coffee. like always, you make his first even though he didn’t ask for one, and when you finally have your own cup you take a seat across from him. 

“so,” you start. “what’s up? why’d you come here so early?”

“what happened yesterday?” he asks. “like really happened. i heard you in a meeting, and when i found you in the storage room it looked like you had been crying. and then not wanting to see me last night...” he trails off, looking back up at you. “what’s going on?”

“um,” you clear your throat. “well, uh, so. apparently kq has been onto us for sometime. they’ve all had their suspicions, some managers said suddenly you were a lot happier and less mean-”

“whoa, i’m not mean!”

“their words not mine,” you clarify, and keep going. “they said they could tell a difference in you, after...uh, after i was assigned to be your main stylist. and then they just noticed us getting closer, i guess? so when the manager walked in on us yesterday, he saw, um, he saw my stuff by the door, and that’s when he went higher up and told them there might be something going on. when i was late on top of all that, i got called into a meeting as soon as i got to work and it was made very clear my job is on the line if i don’t stop..whatever this is.” 

“wow,” hongjoong sighs. “so, what is this?”

“hongjoong,” you whine, and his heart clenches. “i don’t want to define this right now. i just told you i could get fired if we keep this up and you’re worried about a label?”

“well, yeah,” he begins, “because if we’re just messing around then that’s harder for us to defend if we get in trouble again, but if you’re actually my girlfriend then-”

“you don’t get it joong,” you cut him off. “it was very clear that i was the only one in trouble. they never even mentioned you yesterday, the entire time it was just about what i’ve done wrong by getting involved with you. you’re safe, i’m the one they can kick out if they see me as a threat.”

“you’re not a threat though,” he says quietly. “you’re my y/n.”

you reach across your little kitchen table, squeezing his hand in yours. you hold his gaze, his eyes hopeful, and sadly he notices that your eyes tell a different story. 

“i’m sorry, hongjoong, but..i can’t do this,” you say shakily. “i need this job. i love this job. and i don’t want to do anything to risk that, not right now. i’m..i’m sorry.” hongjoong holds your gaze for a moment longer, but he can tell your mind is made up. he softly slips his hand out of yours, puts his dirty mug in the dishwasher, and then walks out the front door. 

-

you didn’t realize how hard it would be to watch hongjoong walk away like that, but you knew it would be hard facing him at work with the way things had to end. a couple days after he stomped out of your apartment, you find yourself doing the final fitting for their tour outfits, the adjustments made and needing one final look. you’ve got hongjoong to your left and yeosang to your right, but they’re the only two you have to take care of today. jongho with his perfect proportions didn’t need any changes save for a new pair of shoes, and he’s already tried those on. 

you don’t want to get too close to hongjoong (either from fear of attraction or the fear that you’ll internally combust) so you spend a lot of time helping yeosang and catching up with him, asking him about the tour and just being friendly, nothing more. but hongjoong watches on, stewing silently as he tries on piece after piece, just barely grunting out your name to get your approval before he moves on to the next. when he’s tried the last piece, you tell him he’s free to go, and he’s out of the room faster than you can give him the all clear. you turn back to yeosang, who shrugs, saying something about how hongjoong always gets bitchy under a lot of stress. you laugh with him, knowing that’s not the only reason for joong’s sour mood, but there’s not much you can do about it now.

not long after that, hongjoong is holed up in his studio when he hears a knock at the door. he doesn’t want company, but he tells them to come in anyway. it’s seonghwa, who shuffles in and sits on the couch behind hongjoong.

“is there any reason why y/n is looking at your tour outfits all sad?” he asks.

“no?” hongjoong replies. “not my business.”

“hm,” seonghwa huffs. “since when is y/n not your business.”

“since i got dumped last night,” hongjoong replies, turning around to face his friend. “listen dude, i don’t really want to talk about it right now, ok? kind of still in the pissed off phase.”

“i heard about the meeting yesterday,” hwa says, making hongjoong groan.

“great, so now all our business is just floating around the company, that’s mature of everyone.”

“so is sleeping with your stylist.”

“hey, i wasn’t just sleeping with her, ok?” hongjoong defends himself. “like i said last night..i really care about her.”

“then what are you gonna do?”

“nothing,” hongjoong shrugs. “i tried last night, she didn’t want my help. so i guess it ends here.”

“no it doesn’t,” hwa shakes his head. “you two won’t be able to stay away from each other long.”

“thanks for having faith in me man.”

“i give you till the end of the week, tops,” hwa says. “but at the latest, before we leave for tour. i know it would piss you off to leave before you’ve cleaned this up.”

“get out of my studio.”

“don’t get mad at me cause i’m right!” seonghwa shrieks, but he stands and walks to the door anyway. “i’m just saying, if it’s worth fighting for, you should. you deserve some love. and a good lay, but if you could start keeping that to yourself i’d appreciate it.”

-

turns out hongjoong doesn’t have to worry about fixing this before they leave for tour. he heard through one of the managers that you would be coming with them, taking the place of one of the more senior stylists. and of course, the news of you and hongjoong hooking up has spread throughout the company, so you’ve been assigned to seonghwa and yeosang for the tour. getting used to the new role, and the hectic life of being on tour, you haven’t had time to stop and think how much you really miss hongjoong. your job has kept you pretty busy the first few stops, and you don’t even have time to catch his eye in the dressing rooms because you feel like you’re so all over the place. it worries hongjoong, seeing you so stressed, but he knows there’s nothing he can do about it.

he also has to watch you be all buddy buddy with seonghwa and yeosang, getting close to do touch ups on make up or fix their outfits in between stages. while he knows that’s your job, you have to do those things, he also thinks about how you chose your job over him just about every minute of every day. it’s hard for hongjoong to admit, but he was down bad for you, and he’s having a hard time adjusting. 

one night, after an off day in london, a lot of the staff went out with the guys to a lowkey restaurant. hongjoong was exhausted, but he went anyway. not because wooyoung basically begged him, but because he wanted a chance to be around you like nothing had happened. if he just happened to sit with you at dinner, that wouldn’t turn heads, would it? 

except, hongjoong is so excited by this idea he gets to the restaurant way before you. he wonders where you are, what you’ve been doing all day, would you even come to dinner at all? if he could, he would save you a seat at his table, but he can’t do that. instead he joins seonghwa and some others, scanning the menu absentmindedly until he hears the bell ding above the door. he looks up instinctively, and does a double take when he sees you. you look like you’re glowing, a couple shopping bags in tow and a new bag slung over your shoulder that hongjoong recognizes as a piece from your favorite designer’s new collection. 

“oooh, y/n, you bought us presents?” wooyoung asks, sitting next to hongjoong. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes glance over him first before looking at wooyoung to respond.

“no?” you reply. “these are all for me, you wouldn’t fit.” you approach the two tables taken up by the boys and the staff, and your eyes linger on hongjoong’s table making sure there’s no seats there before another stylist calls you over to sit next to her. you shove your bags (carefully) under the table, telling everyone sitting there that you’re not against violence if they mess with them. you settle into your seat and look up, locking eyes with hongjoong. he’s directly across from you at the other table, a window right between the members to give hongjoong a perfect view of you. you give him a tightlipped smile, heart constricting the longer you look at him. 

“nice bag,” he mouths, pointing down to your purse. you smile genuinely then, because of course he would recognize it. you had talked about getting a matching set together, something subtle but cool to signify your...bond. you still don’t know how to define whatever it was you had with hongjoong, but you need to stop reminding yourself of it before your stomach turns at the thought. you look down at the menu, trying to ignore the feeling of hongjoong’s eyes on you all night. 

-

the next day, there’s a show. you’re doing your job like normal, adjusting things here and there on yeosang’s first stage outfit, laughing at some silly joke he made. you catch yourself laughing around him a lot, not aware that he’s doing it to cheer you up. you just assume it’s yeosang being yeosang, but he sees how torn up hongjoong is so he knows you must be going through it just as bad. 

after you get yeosang and seonghwa settled into their new world robes, you head to another dressing room in search of more safety pins. you didn’t think about whose dressing room it was, you just knew the more organized stylists worked in here and you could always pilfer supplies from them. you sneak in and hover over the table by the door, expecting the room to be full and that you can just slip in and back out. but you hear someone clear their throat, and your skin runs cold when you look up and see hongjoong watching you through the mirrors on the wall. 

“hey sugar,” he says, a sad smile on his face. you whip around to face him, heartbeat accelerating as he walks closer to you. 

“hongjoong, i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were in here,” you try not to stammer out. “i just needed. um. i got what i needed. so i’ll just..go.” you try to spin back around and out the door, but hongjoong grabs your wrist too quickly, pulling you dangerously close to his chest. 

“what’s the rush?” he whispers into your ear, brushing your hair to the side.

“th-the concert, joong, you need to-”

“i need to talk to you,” he says sternly, turning you around in his arms.

“what are you doing?” you ask stubbornly, backing up to the door, which is a bad move because hongjoong just follows you until you’re caged in, his chest pressed to yours. you register the faint sound of him locking the door behind you, and your intake of breath makes him smirk. 

“having fun?” he asks calmly, and you look at him confused. “on tour? it’s your first time, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“it’s...alright,” you say tentatively. “i’m exhausted, but i like it so far.”

“that’s good,” hongjoong nods, picking up a piece of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. “and your new...assignment?” 

“are you referring to my promotion?” you ask, and you’re just a little bit satisfied by the surprised look on hongjoong’s face. “yeah, you don’t know everything, mister. they promoted me, i’m one of the head stylists now. that’s why i went on a shopping spree yesterday.”

“wow, y/n, that’s..that’s incredible, congratulations,” hongjoong stutters, and you smile at him sweetly. “i’m really happy for you. you deserve this more than anyone. really.”

“well thank you,” you mumble, your head dropping to ignore his intense stare. “so i hope you understand...why i had to...why this was my only choice.”

hongjoong lifts your chin delicately, noticing with a gasp that you’re crying. he’s quick to wipe your tears, and he moves to wrap you up in his arms. you push him away, shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes more. he carefully reaches out for your hands, bringing them down and rubbing soothing patterns over your knuckles.

“i guess i understand,” he sighs. “you’re just so smart and sexy and good at your job.” you roll your eyes, trying to pull your hands back but he holds tighter, squeezing your hands in his. “i knew you’d get a chance like this someday. but, come on, did they have to place you with seonghwa and yeosang?” 

“hongjoong you’re insufferable,” you laugh, your head falling forward to land on his shoulder. the alarms start going off in your mind when you realize what you’ve done, but they start shrieking and howling when you feel hongjoong’s hands leaving yours in favor of curling around your waist. you lift your head up to look at him and say, “you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“hm, no?” he considers for a moment, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass teasingly. “i’m still crazy about you, so no, i have not.”

“hongjoong, we shouldn’t,” you hiss, shifting enough in his hold that you can feel how wet you are just from being this close to him again.

“but we both want to,” he says, and when you don’t disagree, hongjoong smiles the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen. “stop me now, sugar. if you really don’t want this as much as i do, say something and i’ll stop. promise. i can walk away right now-”

“we have to be quick,” you whisper out, and hongjoong feels himself harden at the thought of you being just as needy for him as he is for you. his hands squeeze your ass one more time, then he taps your cheeks to signal for you to jump. you wrap your legs around him easily, and he puts you down on the counter in front of one of the vanities. there’s a moment where you’re both staring, unsure of what to do now that you’ve gotten this far, so you wrap your arms around his neck and say, “kiss me.”

hongjoong’s hands cup your face, pulling you up to meet him as his lips crash into yours. it’s sloppy, and in seconds you’re breathing hard into each other’s mouths, hongjoong licking at your lips to let him in. his hands brush over your chest and you gasp, granting him the access he needs to finally taste you again. he groans into your mouth, your tongue meeting his for the first time in what felt like years. he keeps playing with your chest, but he eventually gets tired of the fabric in the way and moves to take your shirt off. you have to physically push him to make him stop, and with a gasp for air you manage to say, “we can’t get undressed. you have to be onstage soon.” 

“ugh, fine,” he groans, leaning in to kiss you one more time. then, into your mouth, he growls, “i need you to turn around for me. over the vanity.” he steps back, undoing his pants as you bend over for him and pull your pants and panties down. he groans at the sight of your pussy glistening for him, and he tugs on your hair to get your attention. “look back at me. don’t look in the mirror, i want you just looking at me, ok baby?” you nod, eyes locked on his as he pumps himself a few more times before lining up at your wet entrance. “i don’t have a condom, is that ok?”

“god, hongjoong, yes, just fuck me before i regret this-” and you choke on your words as he thrusts himself fully inside, the warmth almost driving him insane. he could never forget what it feels like to be inside you, but he sure missed it. the way you clench around him, the way your ass looks delectable as he pulls out and thrusts back in, and your moans. oh god, he could come at the sound of your voice alone. once you got your voice back, you started chanting his name, your hair falling down around your face as he rocks into you repeatedly. your eyes stay on his the entire time, and he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you wrapped around him again that he stops inside you to take some breaths. he lifts your right leg up, placing it on the vanity with your upper body so he can get deeper. your pants and panties fall off your leg, and you stumble out of them completely to find a comfortable position. when it looks like you’re settled again, hongjoong thrusts slowly, pulling a moan from deep within your chest.

“i missed this baby, i missed you,” he breathes out before he keeps going, pounding into you at a faster pace than before. in this position, he’s hitting as deep as he can, and you’re back to a blubbering mess. you’re babbling out his name, various cuss words, and repeating everyone once in a while how he has a perfect cock. watching you fall apart around him sends hongjoong into overdrive, and he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to make sure you keep your eyes on him. you clench around him at the sight of his animalistic gaze, and he groans out, “fuck, keep doing that and i’ll come.”

“give it to me, please,” you beg. “please, hongjoong, please, come for me baby, i need it, please!”

“you want me to come inside you baby?” and you nod. “uh uh, need to hear you say it.”

“fuck me, fuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head. hongjoong pulls on your hair again to bring your attention back to him. “please baby, come inside me, wanna feel your come dripping down my pussy, please, i need it-” and then he’s coming, coating your walls with so much come he’s afraid it’ll start dripping out before he even finishes. feeling hongjoong coming inside you sets off your own release with a choked moan, and hongjoong thrusts softly to guide you both through it. when you’re done spasming around him, he pulls out carefully, his cock covered in your releases. he bends down to grab your panties, wiping himself off with the fabric. you carefully get down from the counter, feeling hongjoong’s come leaking from you already. you look down for your pants, but when you can’t find your panties you look up to him quickly.

“where are they?” you ask accusingly, and he just smiles. 

“somewhere safe,” he says seriously, and you push his arm. 

“hongjoong, give them back, i can feel you dripping out of me already-”

“then you got what you wanted, right sugar?” he asks, and you blush profusely. “if memory serves, you asked for this.”

“i hate you,” you grumble, pulling your shorts up anyway. 

“yeah, about that,” hongjoong says, and the sound of someone jiggling the door handle makes you both freeze. you grip onto hongjoong tightly, complete fear in your eyes as whoever it is keeps trying to door. hongjoong steps closer and tries to calmly ask, “who is it? i’m, uh, changing.”

“it’s me,” seonghwa replies, and you both let out a sigh of relief. “i don’t care what you’re doing, but wrap it up. five minutes to mics, dude.”

“o-ok, thanks,” hongjoong replies, and you push him toward the door. in a hushed tone, he turns to you and says, “hold on sugar, i have something to tell you.”

“we don’t really have time to talk about this hongjoong, we’re close to getting caught again, and we can’t-”

“i think i’m in love with you,” hongjoong whispers, and if it hadn’t been just the two of you in the room you would’ve missed it. you stop cold, staring at him with your mouth slightly open. 

“you’re joking,” is the only thing you can think to say.

“i’m not yeosang,” hongjoong says coldly, and you scoff. 

“you can’t just say that, joong,” you tell him. “you have to mean it-”

“you think i don’t mean it?” he asks, hurt. he watches you to try and read your expression, but you’re not giving him any context clues, so he sighs, “whatever. i love you. take it or leave it.” 

you watch as he unlocks the door and slips out, not another word or glance your way. you give it a few seconds, listening intently for the sounds of anyone outside. when you think the coast is clear, you grab the things you came here for in the first place and slip back into the hallway unnoticed. 

-

after the concert, you’re busy getting the last of seonghwa and yeosang’s outfits packed up for the next stop. like always, seonghwa stops by and asks if you need any help, but you politely decline and he hangs around anyway, telling you little stories about the show so you have some company.

“hongjoong had a really great night too,” seonghwa points out, eyeing you carefully as he goes on. “he seemed very motivated, for some reason.” 

“hm, good for him,” you hum, and then you nod to the case seonghwa is leaning on. “can you open that for me?”

“sure,” he says, helping you while he watches hongjoong walk by behind you. he doesn’t think anything of seonghwa hanging around you, that’s really the only person he doesn’t mind you being close with aside from him. he just nods at hwa and he nods back, something unspoken between them that you don’t pick up on. “did you get to see any of the show tonight? i think you would’ve liked it.”

“ah, no,” you sigh. “i was a little tired so i just rested back here. i’m sure you guys did great though.”

“hongjoong especially,” seonghwa reiterates, and you look at him apprehensively. 

“yeah, you mentioned that. listen, i should get these to the truck-”

“i’m just saying, for whatever reason, tonight of all nights, hongjoong had his best show of the tour,” seonghwa says, looking directly at you. “he’s like a changed man.”

“what are you trying to imply, seonghwa?” you finally ask. “because i don’t think i’m getting it.”

“he’s better when you’re with him!” he whisper shouts. “now i don’t totally agree with you two risking your careers over this, but he cares about you enough that he’s willing to do it. he’s a better person when you’re in his life. really in it. i think i’m the only one that knows why, but everyone noticed how different he was tonight after he suspiciously came out of a locked dressing room,” a pointed look at you. “so just think about how you want this to end up. you have to be around each other a lot anyway, so why spend it pretending you hate each other when you clearly don’t?”

you’re quiet for a moment, focusing on the clasp of the case in front of you. “didn’t know you were hongjoong’s relationship doctor.”

“oh, you’re perfect for each other,” seonghwa groans. “he told me the same thing when i tried to talk to him. don’t believe me, fine, but don’t expect a clear sign like this again. hongjoong is gonna keep his distance if you don’t make a move.” he starts walking away then, but you calling his name softly brings him back. he smiles smugly and asks, “yes?”

“um,” you clear your throat, taking a few steps closer to him so no one will overhear. “uh, do you know if he’s got his own room tonight?”

“my stuff’s already in with yunho and san,” seonghwa replies. “because i am a good friend, not a relationship doctor. you two need to do the doctor part yourselves, i am simply the kind soul who doesn’t want to see two people he cares about be miserable for the rest of forever.”

“you’re so giving,” you tease, and then genuinely, “thank you. we’ll talk tonight.”

“good luck,” seonghwa smiles at you before he leaves.

-

back at the hotel, you spent quite some time cleaning yourself up. you weren’t stalling on purpose, but you kept finding things to do before you went to hongjoong’s room. you know he stays up late, so you have time, but you need to pull the band aid off and just go. you’d like to have an idea of what to say when you see him, but when you think about it your mind just becomes a tangled mess. as you get ready to leave, an idea pops into your head, and you take care of that quickly before heading a few floors up to hongjoong’s room. 

you took the elevator further down the hallway, so hopefully any other staff still heading to their rooms won’t see you on the main elevator. you have to walk a little farther to hongjoong’s room though, so you have plenty of time for your heart to start racing the closer you get. as you reach up to knock on his door, it feels like your heart will beat out of your chest at any moment, but seconds later when hongjoong opens the door, it completely calms. he smiles, unsure of what he’s seeing as he starts to speak, but you cut him off with a soft, “surprise?”

“it sure is,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. he looks you up and down, all cozy in the hotel robe but still with your battered keroppi slippers on your feet. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

“i think we need to talk,” you tell him. “can i come in?”

“listen, y/n, i said everything i needed to say,” he replies. “if you have anything to add, you can tell me right here.”

“well,” you start, and he’s watching your face intently, not noticing your hands trailing down to the belt of the robe. “it’s kinda cold out here, i’m feeling a draft,” you say as you undo the belt, pulling one side of the robe back so hongjoong can see you don’t have anything on underneath. “can i come in now?”

“you’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, hand reaching out to grip your bare waist as he pulls you into the room with him. he closes the door quietly behind him, and you stay close by so you can grab his hand when he’s done. wordlessly, you take him to the bed you assume is his and stand before it. more of the robe has fallen open, and hongjoong blatantly checks you out. “alright. your turn to talk.”

“i...can’t,” you start, and hongjoong looks on with a hurt in his eyes that you wish you could fix. "i’m not good with words, so i’ve been wracking my brain for what to say and i can’t come up with anything good.”

“you could say you love me back,” hongjoong mutters, and you groan at his words, grabbing his hands. 

“hongjoong, please,” you whine. “i can’t put into words how i feel, so i wanted to show you.”

“show me?” he asks, intrigued. “show me how?”

“well,” you sigh, playing with his fingers. “what do you want to do with me?” 

“sugar, what i want to do with you would take me days,” he warns. 

“hm, we only have a couple of hours. what do you want to start with?” you ask teasingly, staring at him patiently. you can see him working through this in his head, and you desperately hope he doesn’t tell you to leave. 

“on your knees for me,” he finally says, and you obey instantly. you sink down in front of him, your robe falling off your shoulders and pooling around you. “good girl. hands in your lap, that’s it, and keep them there. want you to watch, no touching.”

“hongjoong, what-”

“ah ah,” he tsks, undoing his pants. “you’re gonna watch me get off, because this is what you wanted right? you didn’t want us to be together anymore, and we can’t touch if we’re not together.”

“baby, please,” you beg. “what happened in the dressing room then?” 

“what happened in the dressing room was a mistake,” he says, and you feel a pang in your chest as he pulls his boxers down just enough to free his half hard cock. he starts stroking himself as he goes on, “unless you want to talk about it?”

“i-i don’t know...”

“right,” he hums, picking up speed as he gets harder. “guess you just have to sit there then. thanks for the pretty view, sugar.” he punctuates his words with a step closer to you, his tip dangerously close to your lips. all you’d have to do is lean forward just a little to take him in you mouth and- “stop that,” he says from above you, watching intently. “look up at me, don’t be so cock hungry.”

you whimper at his words, looking up to his sharp eyes. he winks at you when your eyes meet, and when he starts meeting his pumping hand with little thrusts you watch as his face contorts into pleasure, a moan slipping past his lips. you even catch the slightest hint of a smirk after because he’s enjoying himself so much. while his eyes are locked on yours, an idea pops into your head, and you wriggle your hips just enough to spread your legs below you. to hongjoong it just looks like you’re getting comfortable. as he focuses on your chest and how your nipples are reacting to the cold air, he misses the way your hand trails down to your core to meet your dripping folds. you rub your middle finger through your slick and make a swipe at your clit, a quiet moan traveling up through your chest. hongjoong stops immediately, glaring down at you as he watches you play with yourself. he’s stopped fucking his hand and the only noise in the room is the sound of your quickened breath and the mess between your legs. 

“what are you doing?” he asks calmly.

“nothing,” you reply with a shaky breath, slipping a finger inside your entrance to stroke at your walls. “why’d you stop?”

“you’re not listening to me-” hongjoong starts, but you cut him off.

“ah ah,” you mock him. “i can’t touch you. doesn’t mean i can’t, fuck, doesn’t mean i can’t touch myself.”

“fine,” he decides, stepping away from you to lean against the bed. “i wanna see you get off with your fingers alone.”

“fine,” you agree, leaning back on one hand while bringing your other hand up to your lips. you suck on two of your fingers, holding hongjoong’s gaze while he strokes himself lazily. you bring your fingers back to your core, circling your entrance before you start fucking yourself on them, already knowing this won’t be enough. you try working yourself up by rolling your hips, stroking that soft spot inside you, but it’s not enough. you sit up so you can bring your other hand down to your clit, and hongjoong just watches on amused. he’s wondering how long this little show can last, but he’ll appreciate every second of it.

“feel good baby?” he asks mockingly, and you moan maybe too loud to try to convince him that it does. it’s not that it doesn’t feel good, it does, it’s just not as good as you know hongjoong could be. “how long will you keep this up?”

“keep what up?” you grit your teeth, grinding down into your own touch, legs jerking at the oversensitivity. the room is quiet for a moment as you feel yourself getting closer to a peak you know you can’t reach, but amidst the silence you hear hongjoong calling for you.

“baby,” he says softly, and you look up to a smirking hongjoong. “proposition for ya.”

“what?”

“make me come with that mouth of yours, and then i’ll help you out.”

“thought we couldn’t touch,” you bite back, gasping as you pull your fingers out of your cunt. “don’t want you to make another mistake, baby.”

“just shut up and come here,” hongjoong growls, staring down at you with a welcome challenge in his eyes. you shuffle the short distance forward to bring you closer to his waiting cock, and you swipe your fingers through your folds once more before wrapping the same hand around his dick. hongjoong moans lowly as he watches you work him in your hands, getting incredibly hard as he waits for you to wrap your lips around him.

“that’s enough playing around sugar,” he says sternly. “now swallow it.”

you obey quickly, using the hand that’s wrapped around him to guide him to your lips. you nip at the tip playfully, and he bucks up to make you hurry, his cock slapping against your lips obscenely. you open wide for him, doing your best to keep your lips securely around his shaft. you bob up and down quickly, encouraged by the promise of getting off if you can make him come. the only sounds in the room are hongjoong’s low pants and your mouth swallowing around him, but it’s music to his ears. he’s missed having you so intimately, but more than that he’s missed you. 

you can tell hongjoong is getting close, his chest rising and falling quickly and his dick twitching in your mouth, heavy on your tongue. you pull him out briefly, gathering a few breaths before you look up to him and tell him hoarsely, “i want you to fuck my throat, joongie.” you open your mouth up to him again, tongue hanging loosely, and he guides his cock to your waiting lips. 

“grab onto my thighs baby, you’ll need it,” he warns you, and you take his advice. as soon as you’ve got a hold of him, he starts fucking your throat, making you gag. you try to swallow around him with each thrust, driving him crazy enough until you know he can’t take it anymore. you think he’s about to come down your throat and you get excited at the promise of tasting him again, but he pulls away from you completely. 

“what the fuck,” you whine, precum and spit coating your chin. “was i not doing a good job?”

“no, you did well considering you can’t use your mouth to say what i want to hear,” he says meanly, and deflated, you fall back onto your calves.

“so that’s it?” you ask, and hongjoong laughs at you. 

“sugar, we’re just getting started,” he smiles. 

“but i don’t get to taste your come?” you whine, and he shakes his head. “where are you gonna come then?” and you watch as hongjoong reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crumbled piece of fabric. he shakes it out and you notice it’s your panties from earlier. you watch as he lays it over his hand before bringing it down to his cock, pumping himself a couple times before his body shudders and he comes into your panties. when he finishes, he looks at his hand, sighing as he holds it up to you.

“open,” he says simply, and you listen, your mouth falling open for him once again. he carefully shoves your panties into your mouth, his come coating your tongue as he says, “need you to be quiet for this next part, ok? unless you wanna give my manager a show. and then you’ll really get your way, huh? they’ll never let us within a mile of each other if they could hear how i’m about to make you feel. now over my lap, baby. time for your punishment.” you make a sound of protest, looking at him confused, and he answers, “you broke the rules sugar. you touched me.”

you try to complain, call him names, accuse him of playing games with you, but you can’t. instead you just do as he says, laying facedown into the mattress over his lap with your ass on display. his hand instantly cracks over your ass, making you jolt and squeak into your gag. 

“i’d tell you to count, but i wouldn’t be able to hear you,” he teases, running his hand over your ass cheeks. “so i’ll keep track for you. that’s one, you get nine more.” you squirm in his hold as his hand lands on your ass over and over again, whining at the pain yet grinding down into his thighs to relieve the growing pleasure between your legs. he notices this, and in between spanks he starts dipping two fingers into your core, groaning at the way your arousal drips down into his palm. you forget that you’re even being punished, enjoying the way he’s stroking your walls, when he pulls his hand from you completely and instead smacks your cunt. you scream into your gag, pushing your face into the mattress as your hips buck into his touch. “you liked that sugar? my baby’s so slutty for me. try to scream again, whore.” and he smacks your cunt again, the sharp shock to your core sending you closer to the edge. without warning, he plunges three fingers deep into your core, his free hand rubbing brutally over your clit as you writhe in his hold and start to come. your moans reach a pitch so high you can’t even hear yourself anymore, and hongjoong keeps fucking you through your release until he hears you whimper in overstimulation. he carefully removes his hands from your core, pulling your hair to make you look at him as he cleans your release off of his fingers. gently, he helps you lay completely on the bed, whispering, “i’ll be right back.”

you register hongjoong coming back to you to remove your panties from your mouth. then you feel his hands on your hips with a wet washcloth that he uses to clean you up. you start drifting off to sleep as you feel him place a kiss on each hip, whispering something up to you that you don’t catch. he lets you rest there, grabbing a change of clothes before he heads to the bathroom to wash off. you don’t know how long you were asleep for, but when you wake up again you hear the water running and you don’t see hongjoong anywhere. you get up, wincing at the pain in your lower half, looking for your robe and slippers so you can go back to your room. as you finish, the water shuts off, and you hastily make your way to the door. you’re halfway to the elevator when hongjoong comes back into the room, his face falling when he sees an empty bed. but really, what did he expect? you didn’t love him. you cared more about your job than you cared about him, so he should’ve known this would happen. as he moves around doing his nightly routine, trying to forget the day’s events that all involved you.

-

the tour stops that follow are exhausting. there’s shows, there’s fansigns, the boys have other commitments in between, and it’s impossible for you to get a moment alone with hongjoong. that doesn’t stop him from stealing glances at you every chance he gets, and you do your best to pretend that doesn’t affect you. you’re trying to set a plan into motion, because you’ve finally decided what you want this to be.

so when the tour makes its way to paris, you get to work. you’ve been making calls and setting up meetings to make sure this all happens the way you want, so you’ll be busy today. the boys have a rest day, and while you relish in the freedom of not being confined to their schedule, you start making things right. meanwhile, hongjoong finds himself bored in his room, wondering what you’re up to. 

he leaves his hotel room, wandering around trying to work up the nerve to find you. as he heads to the elevator, san pops his head out of his room and calls for hongjoong. some of the boys are watching a movie together and then they’re gonna go shopping, and san won’t let hongjoong leave without joining them for at least a couple hours. part one of the plan, done. 

while joong is being forced to enjoy his group’s company, seonghwa shoots you a cryptic text that you assume means the plan is going well. you check your phone happily knowing everything is working smoothly so far. the hard part comes next, and you psych yourself up as you head into the cafe you found just down the street. you smile as you see some of your coworkers waiting for you, and you take a deep breath before joining them for what’s sure to be a difficult conversation. 

-

that night, hongjoong comes back to his hotel room tired, arms laden with new designer pieces he can’t wait to wear. specifically he can’t wait for you to see what he found, because he knows you’ll appreciate everything as much as he does. he’s about to dump his bags and just text you, inviting you to his room, but he stops when he sees a note on his pillow. it’s an invitation to a paris fashion week event with one of his favorite designers. he’s not sure how this could have happened, but he knows you made it possible. it warms hongjoong’s heart to know you did something like this for him, and then his face warms at the thought of attending this with you. he’s worrying about what to wear to the event when he gets a text. he jumps to read it, smiling when he sees your name lighting his screen.

“meet me tomorrow before breakfast for a fitting?” 

-

to say you’re nervous is an understatement. you barely slept the night before because you wanted to make sure everything today runs smoothly. you’d hate to go to all this trouble just for a little mishap to ruin it all, so you’ve been worrying since you sent that text to hongjoong yesterday.

and hongjoong? he’s fine. he slept like a baby last night knowing he’d spend most of the day with you, and as he gets ready to see you he’s calm and collected. he thinks he’s got this whole thing figured out, and he’s ready to ease all your worries with the plan he’s laid out in his head. you asked him to come to your room for the fitting, so he heads up early, just eager to see you and tell you what he’s come up with. when he gets to your door and you open it at the first knock, the sight in front of him takes his breath away. 

first of all, you look beautiful. you look like a page out of a catalogue, dressed head to toe in this designer’s new collection. you look chic, confident, and sexy as hell. then there’s the room behind you. there’s two racks of clothes overflowing with stunning pieces, and hongjoong is standing at the door with stars in his eyes and a surprised look on his face. slowly, he turns to you, reaching for your hands. 

“how did this happen?” he asks, looking at you in awe.

“i made some calls,” you shrug. “come in, i have so much to show you.”

you go through the pieces quickly, explaining he needs to pick two outfits: one to keep and one to wear to the event. he looks on in admiration (for you or the clothes, we may never know) and carefully touches the fabric as you speak, appreciating the little details of the pieces before him. as you’re talking, there’s one suit he keeps playing with, and you smile as you ask, “that’s your favorite?”

“yeah,” he nods, looking over his shoulder at you. “i love the color, and the buttons, and the way it’s cut over here-”

“try it on then,” you encourage, and you take the suit off the rack before leading hongjoong to your bathroom. “take your time with it, but come show me when you’re dressed.”

hongjoong disappears briefly, and you can hear him rushing to get his clothes off. you’re sure you heard him bump something into the counter, but you don’t push him about it. you just sit down on your bed, kicking your feet, as you wait for him to come out. when he’s ready, he steps back into your room and clears his throat. now it’s your turn to be in shock, utterly stunned at how perfect hongjoong looks standing before you in this tan suit. 

“do you like it?” you ask excitedly, and hongjoong nods. “give us a spin then.” he turns around slowly, and you whistle teasingly so that when he turns back to you there’s a shy smile on his face. “how’s the fit?” 

“perfect,” he replies. “it’s like it was made for me.”

“well it was,” you tell him, stepping up to fix his cuffs. “i gave them your measurements last week, i’m just glad they were able to tailor it in time.” 

“you did this for me?” he asks in disbelief. “why?”

“because,” you start, adjusting his lapels now. you keep speaking, trying to hide the slight shake to your voice. “because i didn’t know how to tell you i loved you. so i had to show you.” 

hongjoong is quiet, and you’re scared for a moment that you crossed a line. you’re worried you said the wrong thing. afraid that this is too much, and hongjoong doesn’t want this anymore. but a gentle hand reaches out to tilt your chin so you’re staring into hongjoong’s eyes, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world. 

“can i kiss you?” he asks quietly, and you whisper a soft yes. he cups your cheeks, pulling you closer until your lips meet his. usually when you kiss hongjoong it’s sweet but fast, passionate but hurried. this is different. his lips move over yours slowly, his hands caressing you all the way down from your neck to your waist, holding you like he’s afraid to let you go. you’re both reluctant to pull away, but eventually you need to take a breath so you place your hands on his chest to push back. his grip around your waist tightens, and he kisses you harder, trying to put all of his love for you into this one touch. you have to push him off, laughing at how he chases you and pulls you even closer. 

“baby, stop,” you giggle. “need a breather.”

“too bad,” he says, kissing from your lips down to your chin and further down to your neck. “not letting you go ever again.”

“that’s gonna make our lives a little harder, don’t you think?” you joke, and he stops to look at you seriously. 

“no,” he tells you. “this is gonna work. we’ll make it work for us. it’ll be hard but worth it.” he holds your gaze a moment longer and you lean back in to kiss him.

“can i say something though?” you ask. “make sure we’re on the same page?” 

“please,” hongjoong nods. 

“do you wanna sit down at least?” you offer, and he shakes his head.

“nope,” squeezing you tighter, “this is fine with me.”

“fine,” you laugh. “i’m sorry i didn’t say anything earlier,” you begin. “but i can’t have you thinking this is all just fun and games. we could seriously get in trouble here, especially me. so i have to be careful.”

“i know that,” hongjoong tries, but you stop him. 

“i have to be careful,” you repeat, and he nods. “it’s a really serious thing. and if i don’t know what i am to you, it’s hard for me to risk the career i’ve built because of this incredibly charming guy i happen to work with.”

“for what it’s worth,” hongjoong says, “even if we weren’t together, if i was just some loser pining for the girl he works with, i would still love you.”

“hongjoong.” you whine. “you’re not making this easier for me.”

“okay,” he says, detaching his arms from around you and grabbing your hands tightly in his. “let me make it easier then. be my girlfriend. date me. stay over and come to work with me in the mornings. let me handle the shit, you just be my y/n again. because i miss you. i miss us. hell, i even miss your doofus dog. it might be silly, but when i would come to your apartment, it felt like we were a little family, like we had a furry little son. it was nice. it was normal. nothing in my life is normal, but you make me feel like a person. just like any other guy. you don’t treat me like kim hongjoong, leader of ateez. you treat me like hongjoong. you make me feel like myself. that’s why it was so easy for me to say i love you. you make all of this feel like it’s normal. like this is how life is supposed to be. so i’m tired of all this sneaking around shit. be my girlfriend. be in love with me.”

“i-i never knew you felt that way,” you say, a little choked up. hongjoong reaches up to cup your face, thumbs ready to catch any tears that might come. you lean forward, your forehead touching his. “but you’re my hongjoong, how could i treat you any differently?” he laughs softly, hands squeezing your cheeks. you look at him, so close, so beautiful, and you think how easy it will be going forward. “that’s why i quit.” 

hongjoong pulls back from you in shock, surprise written all over his face. he tries to speak, but he can’t even think of what to ask. after all of this, you picked him? 

“you..what?” 

“i quit,” you shrug. “well, stepped down. and when they asked why, i told them i couldn’t work with you directly anymore. i think they knew why, but they understood.”

“but you just got a promotion,” hongjoong says. “you’re so good at what you do. and the guys! you’re so good to us. what are we gonna do without you?” 

“baby,” you laugh, cupping his cheeks now. “they just put me in a different department. same pay, similar tasks, just not working directly with you. my job is more external now. that’s how i got us invited to fashion week. i’m basically the kq rep that goes out and bothers all these designers to get them to send us clothes, and then the stylist team gets to choose what pieces to use. i’m actually kind of the boss now, which is nice.” 

“i can’t believe you,” hongjoong smiles. “you’re sneaky.” 

“nah, i’m just a sap who’s in love,” you tease.

“wait,” hongjoong says, “i haven’t heard you say it yet.” 

“say what?” 

“i love you,” he explains. “you haven’t said i love you yet. i wanna hear you say it.”

“oh, that i love you?” you ask, and hongjoong blushes. “you want me to say i love you? because i do. i love you.”

“say it again,” he smiles, leaning in closer until your lips are just barely touching.

“i love you,” you whisper, lips grazing his. “i love you i love you i love you.”

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[the-travelling-witch]

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

summary: after a quick stop by mostro lounge, you decide you can't leave octavinelle's students to their dreadful costume fate

pairing: jade leech x fashion savvy! reader

warnings: fluff/crack, a little suggestive at the end; just a small drabble to celebrate me getting jade's halloween ssr that appeared in my drafts before i knew what's going on

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“And now, pray tell, what is this supposed to be?”

“We’re mummies,” Floyd eagerly grinned back at you when you entered Mostro Lounge. “Pretty neat, ain’t it, shrimpy?”

“I guessed as much from the form you submitted to the Halloween management committee.” You surveyed the warzone of torn white fabric the lounge had become and then zeroed in on the octotrio’s ‘costumes’, wondering in which world a mummy looked like a plucked chicken. “My actual question was, why do you look like toddlers who rolled around in a bunch of toilet paper?”

“Come again?” Azul tried to hide his shocked expression behind his hand as he adjusted his wired glasses.

“You’re well aware that mummies have a body shape too, right?” Walking up to Jade, you started inspecting the damage and what part of this fiasco was still savable, bunching fabric between your fingers and pulling at white clothing shreds. “Under different circumstances I’d be rather impressed that you managed to erase someone’s figure altogether but, with the festival in mind, I can’t let this pass. I can’t believe you put my boyfriend in this, Azul.”

“It’s truly tragic, pearl, isn’t it?” Jade played along, sighing tiredly as he raised one hand to cup your cheek. When your face was pressed into his chest, his palm cradling the back of your head, he threw a wicked grin Azul’s way. “To think that after all these years of knowing and supporting each other, you’d make us wear this when we’re expecting visitors from far and wide… I don’t want to linger on the thought.”

“Oh please, would you both quit being so dramatic?” Octavinelle’s housewarden rolled his eyes and massaged his temple before his shoulders sacked. “Alright fine, maybe the costumes weren’t our best work yet. Let’s hear your proposal then, Prefect.”

You hummed in contemplation as you studied the outfits again. “We can keep the striped shirts and the pants but we need decidedly more belts, a whole lot of them. And, if you know what’s good for you, then you'd better have untangled yourselves from the toilet paper looking crap by the time I’m back.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Azul asked as you were already halfway out of the dorm.

“I’m going to save Mostro Lounge!”

Upon your return, you were delighted to see the guys had followed your advice/ command and were waiting for you in only the long shirts and black trousers. When Jade saw you coming in, carrying a bunch of boxes filled with clothes and accessories, he quickly took them from you and set them down on the table next to them. 

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him, to which your boyfriend pressed a quick kiss to your temple. His brother did not hide the gagging noise he made. “Okay, let’s get to work. Halloween’s already drawing close and we’ll still have to make adjustments to the costumes for sure. 

“Here,” you said, digging through the cardboard boxes until you found the black shirts you’d been searching for. “Put these on. They should be roughly the right size.”

Turning around to let them change, you searched for the accessories you’d deemed the show-stealers. Brushing over leather, you hooked your fingers into the metal ring of a harness to hold it up. You really owed Pomefiore for this one.

“Oya, shrimpy, watcha have there?” Floyd’s amused lilt told you that he was pretty aware of what exactly it was. “You wanna catch yourself a fish? Or an eel, hmm?”

“I have to say, it is a pretty daring approach to a Halloween school costume,” Jade chimed in, one hand resting on his chin in contemplation but nonetheless smiling. “Not that I am opposed to it, of course.”

“Prefect, is this really necessary?” Azul shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking at you but not quite into your eyes. “I mean I understand refining our apparel but this…”

“Azul, I’m making you marketable right now,” you said earnestly and with that, his azure eyes finally snapped to you. “Do you know how much potential profit is tied to this one little accessory? C’mon, try it on. You can still decide not to wear it afterwards. For now, just go with the flow.”

One by one, you helped them secure the straps around their torso, having Jade hold Floyd still enough to get it on him. You could see Azul fidgeting from the corner of your eye as you put the finishing touches on Jade’s harness, slipping two fingers underneath the straps to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

“Okay, let’s get the shirts back on, add some more belts, cut up the fabric and get this show on the road. I can basically see people banging down your doors already. I hope you can seat that many guests.” The last sentences were more so directed at Azul, in an effort for him to just let you do your thing. “I don’t have any sort of hat prepared because I frankly didn’t expect to save a dorm’s costume today but I’ll see what I can do.”

“My my, that does pose the question of where we’d be without you,” Jade chuckled affectionately. 

“Out of business on Halloween, apparently,” you sighed theatrically. “Well then, chop chop guys, I want to see the entire thing.”

After they all pulled their striped shirts back on, you added more belts around their hips and waist to give the outfit more shape but didn’t tug the shirts in to mimic a mummy’s peeled off bandages. All in all, it wasn’t the most elaborate costume but it did the trick and if you could put some finishing touches on it throughout the week, you were confident the lounge would attract a fair share of customers. 

“Alright, that’s it. You can go around and do some work or whatever just to get a feel for the clothes. Remember, you’ll have to wear them for the entirety of the festival, so I want to remove anything that might be uncomfortable beforehand. And Floyd, don’t drag those white sleeves through the dirt, got it? They should stay the colour they are now.” You sent the eel a warning glare and he held his hand up in defence, although the grin he didn’t bother to hide before he vanished to the Seven know where wasn’t reassuring. 

Azul had apparently already slinked back into his office, leaving you standing alone in the lounge with your boyfriend, giving you ample time to admire your work again. Seeing Jade in something like this was certainly something you’d been very curious about, with good right as you learnt now; the black shirt highlighting his muscle and the leather holding your attention were leading your thoughts down a very different direction. Something he must have caught on to somehow.

“Do you like what you see, pearl?” He teased, his grin showing off his sharp teeth as he studied you with mischievous interest. Maybe it was your imagination but in the dimly lit lounge, his left eye seemed to glow. “I cannot help but wonder why you’d extend your gracious assistance to us without wanting anything in return, not that I am not grateful of course. 

“Perhaps you merely wanted to seize your chance to put me into something like this?” He gestured towards the harness secured around his chest, his attentive gaze not flitting from your face for even a second. “You know you need only ask if you have any more… fantasies of this nature.”

“I— It’s nothing like that! You make me sound like some pervert,” you protested, although, to your embarrassment, he wasn’t completely wrong. But, seriously, who would pass up a situation like this? “Anyway, don’t you have anything to do? You’re usually busy around the clock.”

“Oh, I have something very important to do,” he grinned down at you, taking a step closer to you, to the point you had to take one back, until he could crowd you against the bar. Now that he had you right where he wanted you, his hands smoothed down the sides of your body until he could place his hands on the back of your thighs to effortlessly lift you onto the counter. It happened so fast, you let out a surprised yelp and braced yourself against his chest, to which he merely chuckled. 

“And what would that work entail?” You questioned as you ran your fingers along the straps of the harness spanning his broad chest. Looking up you saw his attention already on you.

“Under normal circumstances it would require me to get out of these clothes. But, per your request, that is currently not possible.” Leaning into your personal space, his lips brushed over the delicate skin of your pulse point, his breath fanning over the base of your neck as he lowered his voice to a whispered husk. “I am fairly certain though, the same restrictions do not apply for your clothes, my precious pearl. I can definitely work with that.”

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[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

This image does so much to me, like I love it, I love the thought of leaving him like this at the mercy of random devil in some bar or someshit to humiliate Gabriel…

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Gabriel was pitiful, he wanted you to forgive him, upon the angels coming to the conclusion to turn to you instead of there missing God, they’d all come flocking to you for forgiveness to which you forced peace between them and demons to ensure they’d both be safe and more importantly.

You could finally go home.

The only angel you had a personal hatred against decided to show up in Hell. Unannounced, he dropped to his knees, pleading with you to forgive his wrong doings. You honestly were baffled he’d had the guts to show up to you after killing your best friend.

You wanted to make him suffer, but not wounded, you were going to let him go but given he’s dumb enough to come back, you needed to stop that.

And you didn’t need to be kind over it, after all, you’d never see him again.

With the help of Satan you got all you needed, you were going to humiliate and punish Gabriel. You got Satan to dress him up in the special ‘gear’ you chose for him.

Gabriel was standing awkwardly afterwards, he was surprised when you ‘checked’ to make sure he was dressed right. The ruby red panties you’d gotten him fit quite well, though they left little to the imagination (maybe that’s why the angel couldn’t meet your gaze afterwards.

The thin metal chains decorating him fit snugly, almost like a harness. The collar got tightly on him, you’re sure Satan did that on purpose. You show him the next accessory. A gag.

The angel’s wings flared at the sight of Chains, he backs up a few steps. Right as your getting frustrated at the thought of chasing him, Satan forces him on his knees by grabbing a fistful if his hair. “Why don’t you fuck him up before we whore him out?” Gabriel’s eyes widen and as he opens his mouth to speak, you shove the gag in.

You tied the gag firmly to keep him quiet. “Satan pick him up we are ready to go.” You grab the chains, carrying them as Satan threw the angel over his shoulder. Gabriel struggled and reached to remove the gag. Before you could correct him, Satan dropped him and took one of the chains, tying Gabriel’s hands and feet firmly behind his back before lifting him again. Gabriel still struggled, even trying to vocalize a complaint with the gag.

“If you keep struggling, angel cakes, I’ll leave you tied here.” Satan warned, to which the angel froze and obediently stopped. Gabriel looked to you with puppy eyes. Maybe it was the excitement, but apart of you wanted to give him a kiss.

You resist the urge and let Satan lead the way. You held the door open to the bar, watching Satan noticeably hesitate deciding if he wanted to hit the angel in the door way. Upon entering you noticed demons leering at the angel, a few whistles echo even with the music blaring.

Satan dropped Gabriel on a booth table you sat at the center, with Gabriel’s head basically in your lap as Satan and a few random devils helped tie the angel securely. The angel is left with his legs dangling over the edge of the table, a whimper escapes him, barely audible over the music, though it was clearly directed at you as he stares up at you. You pat his head. “Don’t worry, the demons will take great care of you, we are in Abaddon after all.”

You slip on his ‘horns’ while Satan places on his ‘wings’ as Gabriel struggles against the restraints, a muffled hiss escapes him as Satan gropes him, in a showey matter, he rubs Gabriel’s limp member, you nodded up to him. To the angels relive he stopped and stepped back. Satan took a deep breath, then bellowed.

“Hey! Citizens of Abaddon! This right here,” He gestured to the angel. “Is here for entertainment purposes only, until closing time, your free to use this angel as you please!” Satan shouted so loud your sure anyone outside the bar could hear him. Gabriel visibly stiffened when all eyes were on him, he whined, looking up to you once more for mercy, despite his punishment not even starting.

You watch one of the devils approach and he waste no time, grabbing the bottom part of Gabriel’s dress shirt, ripping off the half the shirt in one fluid motion. Gabriel let’s out a muffled yelp, legs protectively pressed together as he yanked on the restraints. The devil easily forced the angels legs apart, he held them like that as another devil approached and poked at the angels limp member.

“Do you think he’d like to flipped over to face Solomon’s descendant?” The smaller demon half joked. “The way he’s looking at them, I bet he wishes they were touching him!”

The devils laugh, the smaller on unzipped Gabriel’s pants, exposing the panties. There’s silence for a few seconds before more devils join in on the laughing.

Gabriel tenses as they poke and prod and his sensitive parts, until he’s left hard, cock half exposed, clothes teared leaving little protected, the least damaged item on him was the panties. One of the devils reached into their pocket, taking out a small handful of money and pulling back Gabriel’s panties enough to slip it in.

“Thank for the show, Cutie.” A clearly drunk devil stood over him, intentionally leaving the cash pressed against the angels most delicate parts as he felt up the angel. The demon looked up at you. “Is he yours?”

Without missing a beat you say. “Yes, and he’s been bad, use him as you like.” With that the poor angels swarmed, you watch in amusement as the devils felt him up, prodded him and clawed at his exposed parts, you catch once a devil had their feel, they leave embarrassingly low amounts of cash in his panties, and shirt.

Gabriel cries out, visibly trembling and when you look down, to your amusement a devil at licking his clothed cock as it’s forced to stiffen under the overwhelming attention.

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[zhongrin]

hold you close to my heart

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, childe, xiao, al haitham, thoma, scaramouche

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, gn!reader, fluff, headcanon format

◇ a/n ◇ zhongli is ngl acting like an asian mom in this and i am not sorry. i need him in my life bc i hate fishbone (the number of times i've had a fishbone stuck in my throat- you don't want to know. let's just say pressing down my gag reflex is one of my talents now) and peeling shrimps.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

tries to be as quiet as possible as he shuffles around the house while you’re asleep.

peels fruits for you.

will care for your hair for you (brushes / applies oil / braids)

debones any sort of meat-with-bone/shell dishes, including fishes and crustaceans for you (this might be the ultimate expression of zhongli’s love considering how much he hates the smell of seafood).

will not hesitate to spoonfeed you when your hands are occupied or if you’re forgetting to eat.

“zhongli do you know where did i put my shawl-” “second drawer, right side.” “and my dragon-printed socks-” “-is in the sock box on the third drawer, you probably missed it.”

will threaten people who wronged you with a sandal in his hands “i will have order!”

headpat machine - you want headpats? you’re getting headpats. you don’t want headpats? you’re getting a kiss on top of your head…… and a headpat <3

will fall into the habit of carrying tissues and hair ties and the everyday essential items which you often use.

slips his credit card into your wallet before you go out.

keeps your fridge stocked with groceries and pantry full of your favorite snacks (either by doing the shopping himself or getting them delivered to your doorstep when he can’t be around)

lets you pet the dogs you encounter on your walks first. also alerts you when there’s a cute dog in sight.

owns a special phone with the best camera in the market, just for the sake of taking your selfies.

headpat machine 2.0 - you don't want headpats? too bad you’re getting one! you want headpats? beg for it first, darling <3

buys you matching accessories. wears them everywhere and every time he’s out.

always walks on the side closer to the road. also holds your hand when crossing the street (and pretends he 'forgot' to release it afterward)

always lingers around you in social settings. not just because of his social anxiety, but also just in case you need something, he wants to be there to help.

lets you pat his head (and enjoys it immensely), but will murder-glare any other person who tries to do so (read: venti, heizou).

is only able to fall asleep in either of these conditions: 1) he is completely alone, or 2) he’s not alone but you’re with him.

piles up pillows and blankets and plushies on your (or his) bed as a silent invitation to cuddle. you tease him by saying “are you inviting me to your nest, little bird?” and he blushes every single time. it’s very adorable. please give this boy his cuddles.

corrects the typos in your papers for you. crosschecks your citations and adds comments detailing how you should add or remove certain things. he accepts payments in kisses. or super spicy curry. he’s not picky, really.

will dust your bookshelves for you (is it because he loves you or because he loves books? ….. don’t ask).

will wordlessly lift you up to cross a big puddle on the road. you only get to be bridal-carried if you're lucky. otherwise, you're getting the sack of potatoes' treatment because he's a bastard.

tells you that you have x minutes left to do certain tasks. yes, he has your schedules memorized. yes, he will flick your forehead if you keep whining and procrastinating.

will gently pull your head to settle on his shoulder when you fall asleep on the bus.

“did you cut your hair? it’s five centimeters shorter.” “you trimmed your eyebrows?” “your lips look pale today. have you eaten lunch?”

cooks and cleans for you. his payment? your awed smile. if you tip him with kisses he’ll be over the moon.

sends you daily cute animal videos. mostly dogs. or cats. or him being silly with his adorable doggie taroumaru.

will mess up on purpose just to make you laugh on your bad days.

buys everything in twos because he always, always wants to share it with you.

squishes his cheek onto yours and nuzzles you to show affection. you think you see dog ears and dog tails whenever he does this, but it's just a trick of the light... right??

refrains from drinking at parties just so that when you do, he can take care of you properly and get you back home safely.

denies your kisses in public but pulls you for a kiss every five minutes behind closed doors.

links his pinky with you when walking together (but on his bad days, he would really appreciate it when you link your arms with him).

looks so scandalized when you flinch from his touch - because somehow he’s a superconductor and most of the time you feel zapped just from touching him. just tough it out and hug him if you don’t want to deal with sulky!mouchie.

will not hesitate to try and claw people’s eyes out when they made you upset.

fills up your water bottle for you.

uses the same laundry detergent / perfume as yours. claims that he does it so you “won’t complain about how your clothes smell weird” when you stay over. he just wants his clothes to smell more like you so he can pretend you’re hugging him when he misses you.

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[tender-rosiey]

I know I know I know! How about flirting headcanons with Nanami Toji and Gojo? They’ve caught the feelz for someone and want to express their newfound interest!

— HOW DO THEY FLIRT?

includes gojo, nanami and toji

a/n: suffice to say that I got carried away also so many people with beautiful minds pls you’re a genius

GOJO SATORU:

you must be one hell of a beautiful person inside out for gojo to catch them feels for you, my dear

so allow me to ask you on a date ;)

okay so, now gojo’s heart is undeniably fluttering and he has to make it known

he won’t even hesitate

BUT I do think that gojo’s flirting can be a bit annoying and sometimes endearing

he is the type to place your stuff on the top shelf if you are short, so he can make fun of your height

similarly, the type to place it in the most bottom drawer so you have to crouch to get it so he can also make fun of your height (even if it’s the same case for himself)

he is such a tease

okay so back to the flirting, HE IS SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT TO THE POINT IT’S JUST TEASING

exhibit a:

“GOJO, DID YOU EAT MY CHEESECAKE?!”

said man takes the fork out of his mouth and innocently stares at you; he places the plate down along with the fork, “I would never!”

“gojo, it literally said ‘y/n’s’, why would you eat it?” you huff, “you have more than enough money to buy seven of it for yourself.”

you stomp away, not waiting for a response cause, frankly, if you stayed in front of him any longer, you will hit him in the face and stab him with the fork he used while eating your precious and beautiful late cheesecake.

“aw, come on, sweets; I was hungry,” he pouts, walking after you, “would you rather I die of starvation?”

“yes.”

he whines and clutches his chest.

“this is not funny, gojo; I was looking forward to eating it all day,” you mumble and look at your foot and gojo’s heart clenches with guilt.

maybe he could’ve found another way to mess with you.

you harshly kick him in the shin which makes him wince lightly, “I am mad at you.”

“I will make it up to you, I promise,” he says before warping out of your sight.

“good riddance, asshole.”

“I am back! did you miss me?” he beams, reappearing once again but this time beside your fridge. you gag in disgust and he ignores it.

“can you check the fridge for me?” he says sweetly to you and you shake your head.

a whine escapes his lips, “I swear it will be worth your time just open the fridge!”

you sigh, irritated and stand up to walk to the fridge, “I will hit you if it’s a prank,” you murmur and open the fridge.

“I remembered that I have a mission soon, enjoy your cheesecakes!” and he is nowhere to be seen. the only thing you can see is seven cheesecakes with a note that says “sorry, sweets; just wanted to mess with you!”

he can also be very sweet and showers you IN TOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNSSS of compliments

exhibit a:

“gojo,” you sternly say, “you can’t keep getting me gifts! i mean thank you but this is more than enough!” you sigh, “you are wasting your money!”

gojo looks at the 8 designer boxes, each containing an outfit with matching accessories, then looks at you, “I don’t think I am wasting money if it’s on you.”

“I don’t need all of this!”

“but you would look so pretty in all of them, I just know it,” his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose as he winks at you.

you splutter, “s-save it for your future lover!”

“I am giving them to my future lover”

exhibit b:

“Y/NNNNNN!”

“gojo, it’s 6am please.”

“but you look super good and drop-dead gorgeous,” he grins, “has anyone ever told you that?”

“has anyone told you that your wrinkles are starting to show?” you smile— more like smirk back, but the man is unaffected.

he clears his throat before leaning on his palm, “you look like a sexy motorcycle that goes vroom vroom.”

you are caught so off-guard that you snort before you start laughing, “w-where did you even hear that?” you wheeze.

meanwhile, gojo just feels like he has completed his life goal and can ascend to heaven peacefully after seeing you laugh like this.

to sum up

gojo’s flirting mainly consists of teasing, jokes and awful pick-up lines that make you laugh

in addition to that, he becomes a little protective of you

like when you are walking in the streets, I just whole heartedly believe that he is the type to pull you to the sidewalk

and he isn’t even obvious about it

like y’all are just walking and laughing about it so he gets a little ahead of you in attempt to be more dramatic with his gestures

but when he is done instead of returning to the side near the sidewalk, he starts walking on the side near the street

IT’S THE HIDDEN THINGS

also sometimes you catch him smiling at someone who bothered you, but you can SEE that smile is nowhere near friendly

he also literally screams about his attraction to you

for example, you hug

then literally after you let go he goes, “THIS IS THE HEIGHT OF LUXURY!”

NANAMI KENTO:

your honor, @callmemirro is madly in love with him and so am I

of course, a word we connect to this man is “respectful”

and he is so respectful even in his approach about liking you

his flirting is a bit more on the subtle side like small little acts of services

exhibit a:

“good morning, nanami!” you beam at the man who just entered.

he returns the greeting with a small smile of his own, “good morning, y/n,” he takes a seat in front of you and takes out two sandwiches that look so delicious.

but you would rather die than get caught staring at the poor man’s food.

“I got you this sandwich; I noticed it had your favorite fillings,” he says putting it in front of you along with your favorite juice.

a grin takes over your face, but your cheeks heat up as you lightly protest, “I appreciate it a lot, but you didn’t have to do that though!”

“I wanted to, plus I think seeing you happy is more than a fair trade for a few yen,” he insists and you silently unwrap the sandwich.

“…thank you,” you murmur.

he hums, “it’s nothing,” digging into his own sandwich.

exhibit b:

the sun was scorching hot and you were about to throw yourself out of a window on the 76th floor just to feel the wind on your skin.

just as you were deciding which tower will you jump off it, you feel a gentle breeze on your face. you open your eyes to see nanami fanning you with a paper fan he made with the newspaper he was reading.

“feel better?” he asks.

you take another paper out of the same newspaper and make a fan as well and start fanning him. his eyes widen slightly, “are you considering this a competition?”

“no, it’s just not fair if I am the only one who isn’t suffering because of the heat,” you smile and he nods, but you can see that his movement faltered a bit when he cleared his throat, looking away.

“oh my god, nanamin and y/n are being lovey dovey.”

“gojo-sensei, please shut up so we don’t get caught.”

and with a sprinkle of quality time

nanami is the type of person you can always rely on and count on them being there for you

he is always there whenever you’re having a hard time and is a rather comforting presence to be around even if he is silent

exhibit a:

recently, a friend of yours was sent on a mission and sadly lost their life. in attempt to feel better, you went for a walk. once you sat on the bench, tears flooded your eyes.

you hear light footsteps approach you and the bench creaks. you look to your side and see nanami beside you. you lean your head on his shoulder, trying to even your breathing.

his hand hovers over your own, hesitant to hold it. you take the initiative to hold his hand and right after that, he relaxes a bit, he starts rubbing your hand with his thumb.

neither of you said anything, but being in each other’s presence was helpful enough.

ANYWAYS, this is about flirting not comforting so sorry baby boos

i also think he would compliment you but NOT COMPLETELY DROWN YOU IN THEM EVERY SINGLE MOMENT LIKE A CERTAIN WHITE HAIRED MAN

his compliments are really heartfelt too

exhibit a:

you’re getting anxious about how you look in the middle of the party. is your hair messed up? is your make-up smudged? do you look miserable?

what if nanami sees you like this?—

“nanami, see! i told you y/n would be here! hi y/n!” gojo screams and you awkwardly wave at him.

nanami looks frozen in place before he quickly composed himself and walks towards you. you both look into each other eyes for a moment, but then he looks away, “you look very beautiful,” soon he looks eyes with you, “I think the stars are very envious of your beauty.”

your cheeks heat up and you let out a quick and nervous, “t-thank you!” which makes the blonde chuckle lightly.

“ugh I am so single,” gojo whines on the other side of the room.

so, subtle, respectful and heartfelt is what his flirting is

he also remembers most of what you say, like even if you briefly mention your favorite restaurant or a place you want to visit

another man I think gets protective but like low-key

FOR EXAMPLE

let’s say you guys are eating lunch together and you drop something on the ground and bend down to get it

HE COVERS THE SHARP EDGE OF THE TABLE WITH HIS HAND SO YOU DON’T GET HURT IF YOU BUMP YOUR HEAD

LIKE KILL ME WHY ARE YOU SO SWEET

also is the type to stare at anyone who makes you uncomfortable until they get uncomfortable and leave you alone

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

hot

very hot big man

i think he might have amazing hugs

anyways

so uh

his flirting is rather straightforward

I feel like he is just the type not to beat around the bush

also doesn’t exactly flirt, he just becomes significantly softer and calmer

acts of service BIG TIME

like opening jars, having your back in a fight, squashing that one little bug that’s scaring you, and glaring at the very rude lady who you were talking to

AND SUCKER PUNCHING ANYONE WHO DARES MESS WITH YOU

exhibit a:

“all I said is that they have a nice as—“

the guy soon meets the ground harshly, to the point his nose bleeds.

toji hisses, “I suggest you go take a lesson in manners, but I don’t think you have the brains to understand anything anyways so it will be a waste of money.”

toji stares at the guy, who’s tearing up, start running away. meanwhile, you are just behind toji, completely speechless, “wow, toji; with just one punch?”

he smirks and puffs his chest until he feels you touch his bicep and looks at you, “hey— what’re you doing?”

“that’s a lot of muscles,” you say in awe, squeezing it lightly.

he coughs lightly before nodding, “there should be or my training would be for nothing.”

“can I touch your abs too?”

you think he might be embarrassed because he is looking away, but you’re probably imagining it. especially that barely visible redness on his cheeks.

also about muscle squeezing, y’all some people straight up SQUEEZE IT SO HARD OR EVEN HIT

like I was flexing mine once for my friend and she just went GRAB

anyways if we are going to talk about an instance of actual flirting then it’s probably something like this

exhibit a:

“toji, your hands are so big; what the hell?!”

he glanced at you before putting it up, “how about you compare them? maybe they aren’t as big as you think.”

you huff before placing your hand on his, “see?! it’s huge!”

he intertwined your fingers before rolling his eyes, “how unfortunate.”

you stare at your intertwined hands, and knowing that anyone from even a mile away can tell that you’re flustered.

“what restaurant do you wanna go to?” he asks nonchalantly.

you snap out of your daze, “wait— you have the money to take us out?”

he glares at you before pinching your nose, “you’re annoying; I hope you know that.”

BUT BUT HE WON’T INITIATE SOMETHING LIKE THAT UNLESS HE WAS SURE YOU HAD SOMETHING FOR HIM TOO

like at the very beginning of his catching feels era, it’s mostly like I said being softer and a bit more caring towards you

later on, the flirty actions pop up such as the hands thing above

or maybe even giving you his jacket when you are cold

and if y’all are in the pinning era then you best believe he will take your hands and put them in his pockets to warm them up

but no way is he going to make eye-contact

I feel like he will be a little shy and awkward with romantic gestures

however, in the end, the wiki page does say that he is a confident man so expect a few bold moves here or there

something like this

exhibit a:

you’re walking towards the spot you agreed to meet at. today, you and toji were supposed to stargaze together and settled on going to that really nice park you passed by once.

the closer you get to him, you notice the set up. the picnic blanket, the food, the candles, and the surprisingly well dressed man who is toji.

“I am here,” you say and he turns to look at you.

“oh finally, do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?…”

he is quiet for a moment before a small smirks appears on his face. he walks towards you, and tilts your chin up.

his lips graze your ear as he says, “you really are a sight for sore eyes, y’know.”

honestly, I think whenever you start liking someone, you just naturally develop the want to protect them

so once again, he gets protective, but I think his protectiveness is a lot bolder and obvious than the rest here

as we have seen in the very first exhibit, he just punches his way through life

these muscles ain’t for nothing, bby

also imagine having a 6ft bulky man glaring daggers at you and he is not even trying to hide it

all of that is being directed at the person who dared to take the last box of your favorite snack in the store

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Slashers with a cold/distant s/o :)

Idea: s/n(slasher name) gets a gift for their s/o (a piece of clothing or an accessory) and is a little disappointed that they aren’t wearing it. And fast forward a couple months later they find the clothing/accessory in a little box filled with stuff their s/o holds dear to them

There s/o still remembers details about the day:D

Slashers giving small gifts to an s/o who is emotionally distant

Jason Voorhees

He gives you a lovely ring he found on the finger of one of his victims, and is rather hurt when he doesn’t see you wear it. You smile and say thank you when he gives the ring to you, but don’t seem as thrilled as he would like. But when he stumbles upon your box of knick-knacks, he understands. He remembers having something similar as a child, even. So now, whenever he finds something he thinks you will love, he puts it straight into your box, and starts his own with all of the things you give him, from dried flowers to small carved things the campers made.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent gives you a necklace, that once belonged to his mother, making it clear to you just how meaningful this is. It is a symbol that you are part of the family now, so cherish it.

And cherish it you do, by putting it where you keep all of your most loved memories. Though you seem rather indifferent when receiving it.

Later, he finds your box, and all of the things in it, including the necklace. He carries it to you and asks in sign for you to explain.

And you do; that this is a stash of all of the happiest memories you made in the past. And he concludes that it is a good place to keep his gift to you.

Freddy Krueger

The red and green sweater, basically just a version of his sweater tailored to fit you, is mostly a gag gift, but he does get a bit grumpy when you never wear it. He gets it, the damn thing is ugly, but that’s what’s fun about it! Don’t you get it?!

Being so deeply anchored in your head does allow him to catch some glimpses into your life while you’re awake, and he sees you put the sweater into a box he has seen a few times before. If memory serves, it’s where you keep the stuff you use to comfort yourself if you have a really shitty day, and his annoyance goes up in smoke.

Oh. Well that’s okay.

Brahms Heelshire

“WHY are you never wearing the brooch I gave you?”, he demands to know. Brahms isn’t big on internalizing things, so when he believes you are disrespecting his love and generosity, he does not hesitate to confront you.

You stare at him blankly. “I just don’t want it to get damaged. If I wear it while doing chores, I could drop it and accidentally step on it, or scuff it, or any number of other accidents could happen to it. That’s why I keep it somewhere safe. It’s way too pretty and precious to be worn every day.”

That is true, both emotionally and practically. The Heelshires being the kind of family they are/were, those gemstones on the brooch are probably the real deal, and you don’t want to be the kind of idiot who lost a year’s salary’s worth of diamonds while cleaning the house.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba has Nubbins teach him the very bare basics of making jewelry out of bones and proudly presents you with a bracelet made of several bones on a piece of string.

His brothers tease him when you end up never wearing it, so he tries really hard and makes another, in his eyes prettier one. You accept it as well, but never wear it.

Bubba is distraught. Do you not like his work? Is he still that bad at it?

Finally he stumbles upon your jewelry box while cleaning, and finds the bracelets there, lovingly taken care of. So you do care.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

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5. FIRST DATES

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

"HOW'S this look?"

Carson stepped out of her room, to show off her date fit. Her hairless legs were the first thing that caught Keelie's attention, her fine v-neck strappy rose-coloured dress was the second. The material accentuated her curves, her stud earrings and cross necklace were perfect accessories. Her relaxed hair was brushed and slicked up in a bun.

She wanted her makeup to look as natural as possible even though glitter coated her eyelids and she had on more lipgloss than usual.

"You lookin' to get some tonight right, how long has it been?" Keelie finally said after picking up her jaw from the wooden floor.

"Shut up," Carson denied, despite wearing her favourite and most scandalous lingerie beneath the dress. "Just 'cause you gotta girl you wanna mock me." She murmured, picking up her sandal heels.

"But for real, you look fine. He's gonna have a heart attack," Keelie cackled, amusing her friend.

Carson winked, "Not before he gives me some."

"I know that's right."

"Where's takin' you?" Keelie questioned, sitting down on the sofa, trying to get all comfy for her night in.

"Cha Cha Cha."

"Cute, he payin'?" She instantly received a deadpan look from Carson, who picked up a bag that matched her shoes.

"I wouldn't be goin' if he weren't. Please I've messed with broke boys before, never again. Brian has a car, money... well as much as me and is easy on the eyes," Carson listed, adjusting her dress.

"But that name..." Keelie said wincing.

Neither of them was the biggest fan but oh well.

"I know, but pet names exist," Carson joked, rolling back her shoulders.

"Thank God, imagine moanin' Bri –" A knock at the door cut off Keelie. "Speak of the blonde devil and he appears at our door."

Carson calmly shuffled over to the door, ignoring her friend's giggling and pulled it open, revealing a beaming Brian whose smile only widened when he saw her.

His eyes dragged from her stunning face to her shoes.

"Like it," Carson showed off her fit, whilst holding onto the door.

"Do I like it?" He gushed, "Shit, it's better than I dreamt."

"You were dreamin' about me? Do I live in your head rent-free?" She flirted, allowing him to come into the house but his hand caught hers on the way in and didn't let go.

"Maybe."

She bit down on her lip, "Maybe huh?."

Keelie gagged from the sofa, though, couldn't help but think they looked very good together. His simple yet effective style complemented the pink that always clung to Carson.

"Eww, get out already, I have a Project Runway marathon to watch," she feigned disgust, turned away and picked up the remote.

Brian didn't even mean to ignore Keelie but his girl — correction Carson, was right there. He nodded at the spunky girl who mockingly smiled at him.

Carson called out behind her, "Call Mia or somethin'."

Keelie groaned,  "Have a nice night, look after my girl Ben Affleck, and wear protection!"

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Once they got to the restaurant, Brain pushed in her chair, then rounded the table and sat opposite her. They each ordered their food and sipped on their drinks, waiting for it to come. The place seemed to be busy and booming but the paid paid no mind to the noise, the way they lived prepared them enough.

"So how is it, anyways that the — the gang came to be?" Brian asked, wanting to know more about them.

Of course, he wanted to learn Carson, he was already captivated by how she carried herself, how she spoke, laughed and pretty much everything else. Even on the drive over she teased him, pretending to grab the clutch when he was busy being distracted by her beauty. Usually, he was a focused guy but around her... it was different.

"The what?" Carson let out a laugh as she took another sip of her water.

His brows furrowed, "The gang."

"The gang? No, we don't call ourselves a gang."

He leaned forward, "Well, what do you call yourselves then?"

"We're a team. They call themselves a team. Well, I'm sure you've heard me say crew, but just say team."

Brian leaned forward on his elbows, "All right, so how is it that the team came to be?"

"It's a long story."

"I've got time." A smile burst onto his face, waiting for her to tell the story.

Carson sucked in a deep breath, "Well, I never knew my mom. My dad raised me before he got sick..." she trailed off, always finding it hard to talk about her father's illness.

"Hey, you don't have to go on," he gently grabbed her hand from across the table, making her heart flutter.

He reassured her and so she slightly changed the topic.

"My dad spent years workin' at F1 for a while before meetin' Jack Toretto."

His eyes comically widened, "Damn, F1?"

She nodded along, "Yeah, he kept a few things, the toy cars and all that, but most importantly all the skills he learnt stayed with him. He helped Jack with a few things, whilst I was teethin' in the garage. The Toretto siblings looked out for me."

"So they're your family," Brian never realized how close she was to them, it made him think.

"Exactly, since I was in diapers, explains why my Dad made theirs my godfather, vice versa."

"What about Vince? You're close with him right?" Brian went on to ask, only letting go of her hand when their starters were placed on the table.

He missed the feeling, so did Carson, but they had to eat at some point.

"He and Dom were childhood friends. So he saw me like a little sister," she explained and caught the scepticism flash through his sparkly eyes.

"Just a little sister?" He pressed, picking up some plantain from his small plate.

"Yes, just a little sister," she repeated, but it was clear Brian was highly cautious around Vince, "Letty was a different story. We were friends before she caught Dom's attention. She was always into cars. Ever since she was, like, 10 years old. So naturally, you know, Dom always had her attention. And when she turned 16..."

"...She had Dom's attention." Brian finished her sentence and took a sip of his drink.

"Yep," Carson had to look away from him for a second, his smile had her weak in the knees.

It was a good thing she sat down.

Brian asked after chewing on another piece of plantain, "How is it that Jesse fits into the whole thing?"

"Jesse?" Carson repeated, smiling toward the waitress who placed the rest of their food on the table. Brian could see how happy she was with the food. "Well, Jesse and Leon just sort of showed up one night and never left. Like little weeds. Don't get me wrong, I love them. Jesse's like my annoying older brother and Leon is like that cousin who appears everywhere."

"And Keelie, one of my main tormentors?" He humoured.

She chuckled, "She's like my twin. Only older by a year but she got me through a lot, even got me a job at the salon straight outta graduation and let me stay with her."

Brian hummed in acknowledgement, eating his main course, realizing how much Carson had been through even if she didn't say it. Her smile tended to conceal a lot and whether or not it was real, he knew she was a fighter and the team was her family, who fought alongside her.

It made him question a lot.

"So that's your story?" He asked, half of their plates were in their stomachs.

"Yeah, and now it led me to you," she playfully jabbed her forward in his direction.

"Mm-mmm." Brian hummed in disagreement. "No. No." Carson cocked her head to the side, wearing a confused look that he thought was cute, "I think we would've met regardless, would've made sure of it."

She blinked in shock, "You would've?"

"Yeah, Sonny."

The nickname fell from his tongue so effortlessly that she almost missed it.

"Sonny?" Carson repeated, feeling the butterflies in her stomach take flight.

"What, you don't like it?"

Hee face scrunched up her face, doing everything in her power to not look like she was hanging onto his every word but it didn't work.

"It's cute."

"Mmm," he winked at her, then finished most of what was on his plate.

She appreciated he wasn't one of the people who ate with their mouths open or were very messy.

"So what about you, pretty boy? You close with your folks?" She dared to ask, eyes darting to her plate so she missed the alert expression on his face.

"My mom raised me. Dad wasn't really in the picture."

She raised a questioning brow, snapping her gaze back to him, "You didn't know him or...?"

"He would call the cops anytime I came round."

Her eyes doubled in size, shocked to find he looked calm as ever, so she changed the subject.

"Any siblings?"

"None."

She slowly nodded, "That's cool."

Carson noted how short his answers were, but decided not to think about it too much, he's not comfortable talking about his past, she concluded.

"Shit, that reminds me, speaking of families, my dad always wanted to get me some car bling, you know those cartoon sunshine bobble things to hang from the rearview mirror."

"Why don't you get it now?"

"Never know where to find the exact one, and I never have the time," She replied, pursing her lips as ideas popped into his head. The leftover food on his plate got her attention, "You done with your plantain?"

"Yeah, want some?" she nodded, and went to take it but he stabbed his fork into the sweet yet thin delicacy and shook his head, "No, I'll feed it to you," Carson obviously wasn't expecting him to do this. "Open."

After getting over her initial surprise, she ignored the smirk on his face, leaned over and decided to mess with him, by accepting the food, teasing him with a soft moan when she took it in her mouth and even let her eyes flutter for a few seconds.

Brian swallowed the knot in his throat, but that didn't stop the heat from spreading to his cheeks. Fuck, was he flustered, as was she, but she managed to conceal it better.

Carson sensually wiped the corners of her mouth as his fork clattered against his plate.

"Delicious."

Brian sharply exhaled and waved down the waitress, voice coming out a bit squeaky as he exclaimed, "Can we get the bill?!"

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His mouth captured hers when he pressed her against his living space at Harry's. Their kisses were more passionate than either of them thought, there was a desperate edge to them, needy almost. The drive over to his place was breathtaking, she never felt so safe despite his foot hammering down on the gas pedal.

Carson's gasps and whimpers were music to his ears, only inspiring his hands to move along the flint fabric of her dress and slowly peel it off of her as they stumbled over to his bed, leaving a trail of shoes, her bag, his shirt and pants behind.

Brian's touch was like fresh air, satisfying and she only wanted more. He found every curve, caressing and pinching only drawing more moans from her.

Although neither could see well, the moonlight lit up his bed, showcasing her lingerie, to which he couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Look at me," he demanded, pulling away, resting between her legs, finding the pool of desire he wanted to soak up and consume. Her darkened gaze caught him pulling away her underwear and finding solace between her thighs where he gripped her tighter due to her every moan and kissed after her every gasp. She struggled to keep eye contact but his baby blues were a beacon and his tongue was his tool of pleasure that pulled her closer to her high. He thought that a win was nothing compared to this, not at all. She tugged at his curls, begging for him not to stop and he complied, "God."

It took seconds for her eyes to roll, and her legs to quiver, whilst letting out a silent scream as he stared at her in awe, wishing and needing more from her.

He was relieved of the rest of his clothes as was she, letting her breasts free of the erotic bra and glide against his chest the second he came up to meet her lips again.

She moaned at the taste on his tongue.

"Not bad for a pity date huh?" She playfully groaned at the quip. "You okay?" He wasn't satisfied by her nod, he needed verbal confirmation, "Words."

She shuddered at his demand, "I'm more than okay."

He flashed a smile and looked at her once again. The illuminating moon lit up her brown pools, entrancing him from where he hovered. Just as he was about to take her hands in his, she stopped him.

"No lover boy, get a condom, I swear you wanna trap me, or somethin'."

He licked his lips, still leaning on his arms, "Want me to?"

"Don't — strap up," she practically shoved him away, laughing with him, and although the thought of it was funny, she wasn't ready to be a mom or even sure that she wanted to be one. Brian looked serious after a while, coming back with a condom, he found his place between her legs then he pushed them around his waist as she grabbed onto his biceps. "You good?" She breathlessly questioned after seeing the look in his eyes.

"Have you done — you're not a virgin right?" He cringed at his wording.

She was amused that he was even asking, "No I'm not a virgin."

"I don't wanna hurt you," he mumbled against her lips, ceasing her impending laughter as a warm feeling settled in her chest.

"Oh, well it depends how you put it down," she whispered, and with how he teased her, she couldn't imagine any disappointment. He deeply chuckled at that, glad to receive confirmation and grabbed her hands. With a gentle thrust, Carson sunk further into his bed, consumed by his deep and slow movements, that had her drawing for breath after each moan. "Fuck."

As for first dates, Carson was blown away.

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a/n:

soo... the ship has sailed officially. carson was willing to spill everything because she trusts brian, will that come back to bite her in the arse? i mean he was very haste and quick with his answers on the date, it's upsetting because people will call her naive for accepting them but she was being kind.

i think they're so cute and properly one of my fave couples to write out of all my stories.

halfway through the story now. next chapter will be a filler, but i loved writing it. simply exploring her bond with him is just so heartwarming but how do you think it will all play out in the end?

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #brian o’conner x carson baker #carsonbaker #brian and sonny #sonnybaker #brianoconnerfanfic #brian o’conner x black!reader #brian o’conner x reader #fastandfurious #fast and the furious #y2k #2001 #pink #racer #brian o’conner smut #brian o’conner nfsw

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Vigil / Leontuzzo Bellone Relationship Headcanons

Fellas my intrusive thoughts won. I will raise him I will max him out idc if he's bad he's so... Anyways he is so bisexual so this is for everyone lol.

Content. Fluff, smut, hcs, imagines

Fluff cw. Established relationship, reader is affiliated with Rhodes Island (whether they're the doctor, an operator or anything else is up to you! It's not very specific, just that you spend time on Rhodes a lot.) , gift giving

Smut cw. Vigil x gn!reader, sub Vigil, dom Vigil (separated), dacryphilia, sadism, masochism, edging, pet play, praise kink, degrading, begging, brief mention of blindfolding, bondage, pain play, sir kink, begging, cockwarming, overstimulation, brat taming, gagging

Written after Il Siracusano event. Spoiler warning. Demetri is not mentioned just in case anyone hates that rat (affectionate). Feel free to request if you'd like any other character!

Vigil Fluff

Vigil is so stiff in a relationship. The idea of domestic love lives are foreign to him, having been raised as a mafia heir.

But this won't stop him from loving you. He's just stiff.

He won't really tell you where he's going or what he's doing until you ask. He won't really be the one to initiate intimacy unless the moment calls for it or if you ask. All in all. He's definitely open, not clueless. He just doesn't know specifics.

When should it be right to tell you this? When should he kiss you? How often should he do it? How should he do it?

He's somewhat estranged from a romantic world as he was raised in a world far void of it. He'd definitely know the basic things, but not know them in depth.

All in all, a relationship with him requires a lot of communication and addressing your needs and instability, so you can overcome them together as a couple.

If not, then Vigil won't really notice until things get so bad he can't ignore it and it'll likely result in a disagreement.

Remember he's stiff, not uncaring. He doesn't know where to start even if he knows he can start. But he's not cold. He loves you for sure.

He's definitely open to change! Just tell him and he'll call you more often, he'll start initiating intimacy a lot more, however you like it. Your love language whatever it is, Vigil will instantly understand and apply it.

For him to do anything without being told though, his love language is definitely gift giving. Coming from a materialistic world of transactions and debts, he knows that physical things have a lot of value. Plus he's rich. Disbanded famiglie or not, he has his savings.

He'd unintentionally (but somehow with full intent on spoiling you,) spoil you to death. Hey honey I got you a matching watch. It looks like mine doesn't it. Oh you want that jacket? Done and wrapped in your favorite gift bag. Hey about that date, I booked us a famous restaurant. No big deal.

He does think he's showing you his love this way. It's not like he buys gifts for everyone and makes it rain every day. But he doesn't mean to be overbearing about it. He just doesn't care.

You're not leaving even a dent in his savings don't worry about it. It's not like he'd clear the store for you, he has his boundaries and limits. But surely it's not wrong to buy you this nice accessory once in a while... Right?

He'd genuinely be so shocked if you refuse his gift. He's speechless. Awestruck. Flabbergasted. Silenced to the next dimension. He'd insist on giving it to you, not understanding why you won't accept. If you refuse anyways he just sits on his bed like a stone statue wondering if you hate him (lol)

All in all. He'd do anything for you, just tell him and he's on it. Want him to call you pet names? Done. Want him to carry you like a princess? He's stronger than you think. Want him to kiss you? If it's in front of other people, he'll be just a tad bit embarrassed before remembering he doesn't care what people think, and then just goes for it. But if you're alone, you bet he's not stopping until you get off of him personally. When he does something, he is committed to it fully. Even more so for you.

Vigil Smut

The local church confession booth hates me

So... About my recent post ahahaha. <:

Vigil is surprisingly more familiar with sexual intimacy than he is with domestic ones. He's quite familiar with it, it's the one form of intimacy he learned from his environment.

He won't be opposed to it at all, almost bringing it up soon after the relationship started. If you're not ready though, he won't force it. Even in the uncommon occasion he gets horny, he can take care of it himself.

But when the time comes, he knows what to do. First time or not, he's not an idiot. He knows how to please you, whatever it is you want. Slow and gentle, fast and rough, kinky or vanilla, he can do it all. As long as you're both pleased by the end of the night.

Generally, he's such a biter. He bites you any chance he could, it's mark visible too. If you don't like that, you can conceal it. But Vigil likes that he's marking you like this.

He'd be into pet play too. Receiving or otherwise. (It's Arknights what do you expect—)

A collar and a leash is his favorite thing in the bedroom, and he fantasizes about it a lot.

Touch his tail, he'll yelp so loud, but the moment he realizes it, he'll glare. He has some pride left, surely.

Cockwarming isn't out of the question either. As long as no one is gonna walk in, he'd definitely do it. Receiving? Giving? Both ways, he is not getting work done anytime soon. But he never lasts, he'll cum eventually, and after that he'd want more.

He's a big fan of receiving head. Under the desk while he's doing paperwork? He's so distracted, his writing is getting messier, even if he tries to keep it cool.

As a sub, he's whiny, so whiny. He's a very demanding man with high expectations. It'd take you a lot of work to get him beneath you.

When you first proposed that he'd be the sub, he's not opposed to it, but he'd be a bit apprehensive, he's not used to submitting, despite doing it so well for you. He just won't admit he likes it when you're in power. He'd put up a tough act and whine a bit, but once your hand slips underneath his shirt and that whine comes out, he's jelly in your hands. Do what you want with him. He likes to fight it a bit, but it's not like he's ever going to curse you out for control and flip you over.

If him crying beneath you is what you want, then you better do it right, he says with a huff. But secretly he'll never admit he likes it.

He doesn't mind being treated roughly, he'll cry and whimper about how harsh you're being, but his tail is wagging. And you notice the moan that came out when you stroke him. You notice the way he scratched you, you notice the grip he has on the sheets.

He's a big fan of being tied up, do whatever you want with him, he'll take it all so well. Handcuff him, tie him up with rope, whatever. He'll love the way they restrain him as he wriggles underneath your touch, loving the pain.

He'll be hesitant about it, but definitely open to pain play. Maybe a couple slaps won't be so bad, if you're into more than just that, he can take it... He'll definitely put some rules and boundaries, but he's open to trying it out. It's not like it doesn't turn him on.

He's definitely whiny. Again. He'd get (shamefully) loud, moaning loud pleas to be more gentle if he's still got some pride in him. But otherwise, he's begging you to go harder and faster on him, begging for more either way.

It'd take some work to get him into that headspace, but when you do, it's so worth it. It's not bad being the one obeying orders for once.

He secretly wants to be your pillow princess though. Just tie him up, blindfold him and take care of him after a stressful day, mess him up slow and gentle, whisper praises in his ears, hold his hand, stroke his tail, whatever. It's heaven for him to be taken care of after a hard day. Please do that :( he deserves it.

HIGH KEY HE LOVES BEING CALLED A GOOD BOY.

Speaking of which, he doesn't have much stamina, while it's still more than average, but he'd definitely let you use him as much as you'd like. He could be begging for a break, but he loves the overstimulation. Please make his head spin. Make him forget about his responsibilities for a second and turn him into a whimpering mess. :)

Continue when he's just recovering from the last orgasm. He's going to whine so loud, but never will he say the safe word. He's just mumbling incoherently, small "please"s and "faster" and "more" as he whimpers, reaching another orgasm.

Maybe he'd give you an earful usually, but he can't even speak properly now. He's silently thanking you on the inside for ruining him though. Just how he likes it.

Dom Vigil though... You're in for a ride.

He might look like a DeviantArt OC but his personality can be "your kid calls me daddy too"

He'd definitely like being in control, while still giving you what you like.

You want him to fuck you nice and gentle? He's got his chest pressed onto your back, whispering into your ear what a good pet you are for him. How you're doing so well, so good, taking him all in. He's moaning beside your ear, telling you how good you make him feel.

But he's still got some control over you. He'll be asking you to repeat what he said. "Tell me, you're mine. My good little boy/girl/partner" he demands, his movements stopping. He's not continuing until he's satisfied with your answer. When you give him what he wants though. He is so rewarding.

He's making you cum again and again. Overstimulated? But you wanted this.

Hard dom Vigil... On my knees.

He's RUTHLESS. He's definitely into best taming and pet play.

Once you've given him the green light for it, he gets so kinky with you.

He's tying you up, blindfolded, gagged, taking his cock, and will probably attach a vibrator too. Just to see you break

He'd definitely be into you calling him sir. He's used to it in daily life, but oh to hear you moan that out.

He's a big fan of edging and giving you pain if you're into it. He loves to see what a mess he made out of you, the control and authority he feels. Definitely will degrade you while he's at it.

He can be quite cruel, you're gonna have to follow his orders to a t and not cum until he tells you to, even if you are practically begging.

If you were to beg though, it better be cute. Maybe then he'll be lenient on you. He's gonna ask you to beg a million times before he gives in, satisfied as to what a cheap whore you've become for him. You're his though. Only his.

He'll admit he has a thing for dominating you. But he genuinely believes you're so cute that way. Besides, he can please you as much as you'd like this way, as much as he believes you deserve.

Omg NGL I got lazy???? HWJDNFNJEHS but still I have him as my assistant and seeing him when I log in just makes me go "I need this twink obliterated."

#arknights x reader #arknights #arknights smut #arknights x doctor #arknights x you #vigil arknights #vigil x reader #arknights x reader hcs #arknights x gn reader #Arknights x fem reader #arknights x male reader #vigil arknights x reader #leontuzzo bellone #vigil arknights smut #vigil arknights fluff #vigil fluff #vigil smut #sub arknights #top arknights #sub reader arknights #dom reader arknights #arknights male reader #arknights gn reader #ae writes

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝚬 𝚩𝐈𝐑𝐃, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝚬 𝚩𝐈𝐑𝐃

tags: sfw, established relationship, reader is an environmental researcher that is writing their thesis and regularly has to go to sumeru, fem reader, reader has bad eating habits, 1.3k,

synopsis: what nights look like between you and a certain doctor.

When Baizhu comes to your abode, it’s dusk - the stars shine unbothered and his eyes glint gold like the lamp that burns in your window. There's a soft breeze, it carries the scent of silk flowers and padisarahs, it soothes him knowing that the wind takes you to him no matter where you have returned from. Still, he can’t fight the twinge of annoyance felt in the knob of his spine when he thinks about your likely habits. Rising early, working late, and hardly eating. He opens the door with the key you gave him with a flustered, flowery look on your face before you head off to Sumeru for your presentation.

Gold eyes take in your living room, note how it’s been recently cleaned and he laughs quietly at the idea of you rummaging around your various books and papers and sweeping at the floor til it’s without flaw. Changshang who sleeps soundly on his shoulders awakens at the rising of his shoulder, she hisses and he coos. He lets her slip off to the flat stones near the stove that you laid out for her - a spot in your home that is perpetually warm just for her. Baizhu had bemoaned that you spoil her too much and Changsheng fired back that it was he that didn’t spoil her enough.

Their squabble made you laugh and in turn, it made him smile, watching you look up from your papers. You are by far the prettiest when in the comfort of your own home - free of everything and anything with your hair down. It’s how he finds you bent over your desk a candle that only has an inch of wax left by your side as you gently wipe the tip of your brush on the rim of the ink dish to continue writing your findings. Baizhu is nothing but quiet in his movements, taking off the white patterned cloak that drapes over his slender figure and letting the fabric rest on the coat hanger you had ordered just for him. He keeps his eyes on you even as he moves around the room taking off any and all accessories that might hinder him and placing them in the jade jewelry box you had gotten for him as a birthday present the year prior.

A similarly white snake with rubies for eyes blinks up at him as Baizhu crosses the room to where you are seated - slim and elegant hands reach over and curve onto your shoulders. He laughs as you jump, your own hands coming back to grip his. His thumbs rub into the skin that covers the bone of your shoulders, gold eyes taking in the slender curve until they land on the small mole you have in the middle of your back.

“You scared me.” You whine, letting your hand rest on the desk as your head tilts back in pleasure at the massage you are receiving. You hear him hum in return and you expect some witty comeback but instead, you jump again at a kiss that is placed on your neck. His mouth is to your ear, soft and seductive - Baizhu is always quick to tease you even on the worst of days.

“I believe that's your fault more than mine, I’ve been in the room for quite some time and you had yet to notice me.” He reprimands and you sink down into your chair, embarrassment flooding ur cheeks.

“I’m working, it’s not my fault I got in the zone.” You whine, weakly defending yourself as he only hums in a way that would feel condescending if you were less close to the man himself. In the branches of his wittiness, you can sense the concern that is laced through with every interaction you have had with him and he is quick to change the direction to the topic he will always bring up.

“So in the zone that you neglect yourself? Have you eaten today?” As in time your stomach aches and you feel the telling sense of hunger that makes you gag around the bile in your stomach. Baizhu clicks his tongue at you, once again pecking your neck to make you suffer by being at the receiving end of his teasing affection. You jump and whine at the action and all that gives you is a slight rasp of his teeth against your skin. 

“You eat like a bird - pretty bird.” He says and he tucks away a lock of your hair. You whine feeling his fingers carefully thread through your hair and he begins to braid and twist it away from your face - high onto your head into a bun. Your neck is exposed and he presses another peck to the slope of your neck. It makes you pull away for good and rise from your chair, Baizhu only laughs; his hand comes to rest at the small of your waist.

“You are such a tease.” You simper, face warm as you tuck into his shoulder petulant like a patient after a mouthful of bitter medicine.  His fingers that rest on the small of your back rub into your skin and he keeps you close in the small hall. You can feel him humming against you before he is quick to come back against you.

“Hmm, but I did get you to leave your desk now didn’t I, little bird?” You don’t even need to turn back to know there is a smugness on his face that Changsen wears when she gets her favored meal of a fat mouse.

You both go to the kitchen area of your home, Baizhu is quick to head to the rice as you bend down to collect the vegetables for the meal. The meal is simple but healthy, it’s what you’d expect of being in the intimate company of a doctor and you enjoy how filling it is. The night ends with you bickering over who cleans up after the meal, he conceded to your victory. As you wash the dishes he wraps his arms around your waist to wait until you are done. You whine about his closeness and he laughs - “I haven’t seen you all day and you now wish to banish me?” 

Rolling your eyes you let him cling to you as he pleases and he follows you into your room guarded by a door parallel to your study. Baizhu changes into the night clothes you always have for him and he’s quick to be at your side as he unties the ribbons, undoes the bottoms, and hooks his fingers under your outer layers to neatly fold them aside. Baizhu’s hands pull back the sheets for you to crawl under and you do the same as he shuffles around the bed to get on the other side. Long green hair fans around you and his head is turned to face each other before you both give in and fall asleep.

“Sleep well little bird.” He whispers and the words are carried in the space between the two of you. You reach to take in his hand, smooth like the scales of a snake and the all too familiar scent of ink that clings to his skin.  Your eyes shine in the moon and Baizhu dares not to blink lest he wastes a second of your beauty.

“Goodnight Baizhu.” You say just as softly and he smiles, letting the gold of his eyes shut until they meet the sun the following day. When morning comes you will awaken to find a snake that lacks the intelligent spark of Changsheng making its way through your garden as green as the herbs you cultivate. Smiling at it you watch it make its way to the bushes and you blush at the thought of the beautiful man in your bed, waiting for you to return to him later in the day. When Baizhu wakes he will find himself looking out the window, on your side of the bed already missing your warmth, and in his longing he’ll notice a sleeping, doe brown finch in its nest.

He smiles, and he finds himself thinking of when you’ll come home and what you both shall do.

#lamb.writes #baizhu x reader #genshin impact x reader #baizhu fluff #genshin fluff

[frenchfrywrites]

Malleus brainrot

MINORS DNI

thank u to this anon who sparked this in my brain

Thinking about dollification with Malleus.

When you start a scene you do his makeup first, applying his signature eye shadow and liner, a nice blush, and a black lipstick. He may wear a pretty black lace choker for you or his posture collar, then you might dress him up in a corset (with each cinch tighter bringing him deeper into headspace), he might then slip into some matching black lace panties with your help, and then maybe some black stockings. The dress up part is all on you, whatever you want to see him in. Of course he always wants his arm binder, but sometimes you also add other accessories like a cockring or a muzzle or a gag or nipple clamps, etc.. By the time you secure the last piece of whatever you want to see him in, Malleus is completely in his doll headspace. You will guide or carry him to a comfortable chair, and sit him there. He will stare ahead, his irises blown wide as his arousal sets in.

"Such a pretty doll I have," you might coo, brushing his hair for a moment. Then, one of his favorite parts of the scene begins. You walk to the desk and begin to do some work there. Malleus must sit, must be patient for you, must be a good obedient doll, until you decide you want to play with him. He has no idea how long he'll have to wait. Sometimes you come after a few minutes and play with his horns, or pull his panties down and run your fingers over his hard, dripping cock. Sometimes you don't touch him for hours, and when you do he feels as though his skin is on fire; he's been yearning for your touch for so long. He cums quick those times, trying to be as quiet as possible, because dolls don't talk. Then sometimes you continue to play with him even after he's cum, and that makes his brain all fuzzy and giddy. He's so pleased that you'll continue to take what you want from him, it makes him feel even more like a toy for you.

And sometimes you don't touch him at all. Sometimes you get him all dressed up, make him sit there- hard and aching for you- and never let him release. You just bring him out of his headspace and get him undressed then redressed, and the two of you go on about your night. Malleus can't ever find it in himself to be frustrated when you do this, even though he gets pent up. Because he knows the next time you touch him it'll feel that much better, and anyways he's satisfied just by sitting still and looking pretty for you.

#brainrot #spice #cw objectification #cw dollification #twst #malleus #sub twst

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 21 Prompt 5 - Chess

Content warning for explicit sexual dialogue and suggestive themes. About 1,500 words. Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, and @grailfish!

Even though I had been to the ridiculous parties in the past few months, the stylist team still found things to poke and prod and rip out. They hadn’t sedated me yet, which was probably on purpose so I would have to experience all the embarrassment and pain. I just gritted my teeth (I had went back to dull teeth and no tail or scales) and stayed quiet. It would soon be over, and I wouldn’t even be able to get uncomfortable over the ridiculous outfit they’d have me wear.

The team told me that the stylist would come in soon, and they left me alone, with just a towel for cover. I wrapped it tightly around me when the door opened, but I frowned when I saw who it was. The fucking escort! The one who had looked at me and seemed to know me! He was still covered in glitter, making me want to gag at the garishness of it all. Great. I was doomed.

He smiled and bowed at me with a flourish. “Yes, it is I, the mysterious stranger from the party all those months ago. It is so good to see you again, little dragon.”

I blinked, recognizing what he was talking about, but still entirely confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He blinked and stood up straight, before muttering something I didn’t catch. “I guess your mentor didn’t tell you that I would be your stylist?”

I blinked again. “No?”

He sighed dramatically. “Then I’ll need to start again. Goodbye.” He actually left the fucking room just to walk back in a few seconds later, smirking. “If you remember the party where you so gloriously bit that bastard’s cock off, I met you there first, and we talked. I hope you will forgive me for not doing what we had agreed would help you recognize me, but that would be unfortunate with how they left you for me.”

Conor. He was the whole reason I even had the courage to hurt Ashont that night. My cheeks burned as I imagined just kissing him here and now. “I…they sedated me after that, so I wasn’t able to look for you. I’m sorry.”

His smile got sharper, more dangerous. “They should be the ones who are sorry, little dragon. Punishing you for fighting against your own abuser. But I suppose little can be expected of them anyway.” He sighed and walked further away, towards a wardrobe. Which at least meant he didn’t notice how I embarrassingly leaned towards him as he moved away, as if he had a gravitational pull. “The stylist you originally had was going to put you in a ridiculous outfit that would have just shown off your body. No flair whatsoever. So, I decided to…intervene.” He looked back at me with a smile that showed off his fangs, and my cheeks burned worse. “I was thinking more of a theme, if you would be inclined to at least trust me in this.”

Anything would be better than being constantly sexualized. I nodded. “I trust you. In more than this. You—” You were the reason I held onto hope. Knowing that someone wanted to help, that there were people who cared, while being surrounded by indifferent Capitol citizens, saved me. I know I can’t really trust anyone, but still, I absolutely trust you. How the fuck could I say that to him? It sounded like a declaration of love.

He tilted his head. “Not recommended, when it comes to me.” He chuckled and opened the wardrobe, pulling out a red suit that glittered in the light and had a pattern that looked like scales. He turned back to me and handed it over. “Please change into this. I need to get some accessories that the Capitol did not provide.” He waved and left, and I scrambled to get changed, not wanting to sit around in that fucking towel anymore.

The suit fit well, but I changed so quickly that I had to wait for a while before he finally showed up again. He was carrying bottles and makeup and smiling conspiratorially. He didn’t explain though, just setting down the stuff and opening the wardrobe again, pulling out a crimson cape and a set of dragon wings that looked realistic.

I stared as he helped put both the cape and the wings on. “Could you remain partially transformed, with your tail, scales, and fangs?” I nodded, letting my tail, scales, and fangs appear, and he smiled wider. “Good girl.”

Fuck. My tail wagged, and I couldn’t stop it as Conor went and grabbed the stuff he came in with. “Sit down, please. I will apply your makeup and fix your hair.”

I did so, intentionally sitting on my tail to stop it from wagging. He set up an area in front of me, and my cheeks burned as I finally remembered how gorgeous he was. “The wings move, letting you stretch them out to show off to the crowd more, if you would like that. I have an idea to make your hair look red and firey in the light. Is that suitable to you?” I nodded, drowning in his eyes. He could ask anything of me, and I would agree. He nodded, his smile turning into a smirk. “I’ll take care of you afterwards so you will not have to worry about any leftover glitter from your costume.” I squirmed at his low voice and how he looked me up and down. Couldn’t he just take me right now if he was gonna be so flirty?

And then he just left me there in my horniness. He walked away from the palpable sexual tension and grabbed one of the bottles and shook it. “Make sure to cover your eyes,” he purred. Fuck, he totally knew.

I couldn’t help but squirm again as I covered my eyes and he sprayed the hair product all over my hair, carefully running his hands through it probably to make sure the product distributed all through it. Once he was done with that, he caressed my cheek. “Now, for the makeup. Try to relax, little dragon.”

Oh fucking hell, it was like he was using the flirts I had had to use on others right back on me. And as I kept my eyes closed but did move my hands away and he started working, he was so gentle. I was so used to people being rough, demanding so much from me, and instead, he was quiet and calm. It was…so nice. I really could relax and not worry about whether he would hurt me or not. I didn’t understand, but I trusted him.

It took a lot longer than I expected, but when he said he was done, I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror. My hair still only looked like a shiny green in this light, but my face. The makeup looked like I had glittering red scales covering my face and down my neck, with black makeup framing my eyes. I…I looked gorgeous. And not in the objectifying way, in the way that I would want to look.

I blinked and looked over at Conor, tears blurring my vision. “Th-thank you.” I tried to duck my head to hide the tears, but he held my chin up, wiping my eyes with a cloth.

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t want to mess up all my hard work now, would you? It is almost time, so it’s time to go. I’ll see you afterwards, little dragon.” He bowed.

I nodded and headed out, being careful to not hit the wings on anything. People stared as I walked past, but that didn’t make me feel uncomfortable for once. No one bothered me, they just let me walk onto my chariot on my own. And I just realized that I hadn’t received the sedation I was supposed to get. Was my stylist supposed to sedate me?

Even better that it had been Conor then. Maybe…maybe I wouldn’t have to be sedated again. And I could show them why they should fear me.

But not today. I just stayed happily aware as the chariots started moving, and as the audience screamed, I did stretch my wings out and glared at the crowd. When I saw myself on the screens out of the corner of my eyes, I looked dangerous, and my hair…

My hair practically glowed red with how shiny it looked. It matched the color of my clothes and makeup scales, and I made sure to smile to show off my fangs, and the crowd screamed more. I flipped them off and tried to block them out as I just kept that dangerous image of myself in my head. I wasn’t showing off for them. I was showing off for myself, to prove to myself that I was powerful despite what the Capitol did to me.

I ignored the president’s speech, and when the chariots left the area and stopped, Conor was waiting for me. He grinned and held out his hand to help me off the chariot. I refused his hand, getting down on my own, but once I was on solid ground, I did take his outstretched hand.

His smile turned into a smirk. “Let’s get you taken care of, little dragon.”

#writeblr hunger games #writeblr #All's Fair #no editing

[custer-mp3]

for the benefit of someone who does not live in the usa can you please explain to me what the fuck the place you work is about

like i googled the store and clicked on what i thought was the official website and it opened a blank page with the tab description 'ball gag training system' what is this place

YEAH THAT’S US LMAO idk how you got to that page SPECIFICALLY but that is indeed something we sell. it’s online-only tho, as is any of the explicitly P*pedream-branded stuff cuz 99% of the sex stuff we sell in-store (and 100% of the bondage) is own-branded

anyway it’s a “party”-based mall store for drywall-punching edgy kids age 18-30, so, y’know. it’s been around forever--when i was a teenager it was the only place to buy Manic Panic after our Hot Topic stopped stocking it/before it was at the beauty supply store. whereas HT is paying more attention to what ~THE TEEEEEENS~ want our product mix skews dirtier cuz it’s for an older audience so y’know. gag gifts, dirty birthday cards, bachelorette/over the hill stuff, edgy/lewd body jewelry & accessories with more of a nostalgic feel for older customers (people my age who survived Peak Mallgoth Era), hentai merch, woo-woo stuff/tarot/crystals/incense, t-shirts with rude slogans on them, lingerie/sex toys/condoms (no porn), blacklight posters & lava lamps, weed accessories, shot glasses/drinking games/beer pong tables, etc. ~back when i was a kid~ they carried a lot of Dirtbag stuff/Playboy/Draven/were THEE place to get weird belt buckles & incense & Psychopathic Records gear, etc. (here’s a wayback capture from 2006.)

so....yeah. store for kyles, 19, who never learned how to read & refuse to grow up & i’m the Head Kyle & the weiner section is my responsibility which means mostly just telling locals 400x a day that no it’s not sexual assault if every single person in your sorority house does not personally sign a permission slip for you to own a sex toy & please do not put a bullet vibrator in your butt, it WILL get lost forever actually & NOT “work its way out on its own” & you WILL have to go to the ER & they WILL laugh at you behind your back yes

the discount is p dope tho & i can wear big pants to work so

[sri-rachaa]

Love learning more about your OCs, so for character design asks with Ah'den: Motion, Arms, Favorite

Hope you're doing well!

Howdy Kestrel!! (Is it alright that I call you that? Let me know if its not!! <33) THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!! <333

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Ah'den is very stable, coordinated, and fluid in his motion, regardless of the fact that a human body isn't exactly his natural form. In fact, he actually finds the human physique much easier to maneuver than his natural-more plasma-like- body. He walks with a sense of power and confidence with fairly large strides, and rare will you ever see him seem uncomfortable in the physical sense. He typically wears whatever is easiest, whilst also flattering and appropriate for the occasion, so clothing isn't much on an issue when it comes to motion. Moreover, he's able fairly flexible and can occasionally manipulate the human body into impossible positions or ways. Overall, he has a very powerful and coordinated charisma just through looking his motions.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

Ah'den does not have any weapons, actually! Because Seraph's in their natural form are not exactly...well...solid, wielding weapons is not a typical thing in their world- so even when walking the human plane in a human form they prefer to utilize their magic only in its natural state and not through any kind of physical adapter of sorts.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Ah'den has two specific pieces of accessories that he wears regularly- and, ironically, they were both actually jokes/gag gifts. The first one was a simple ring, to which Cassius told Ah'den to wear at one formal event back in the 1960's because he needed Ah'den to seem "unavailable" so "(Kaz) could have a shot at actually bringing someone home tonight instead of Ah'den" (Yes, this was an actual competition they had going for a while). The second one was one of those string bracelets popular back in the early 2000's that Rennie made when she was bored. Both Kaz and Rennie constantly ask Ah'den why he still wears them, and still have yet to get any form of a straight answer. In Seraph culture, though, a familiar gifting their Seraph something is taken very seriously as it shows development of trust- which is why Ah'den cherishes both accessories to such a high regard.

(Except, don't tell Kaz and Rennie about that though. He prefers to keep it to himself.)

#raes ocverse

[bellstrom]

     “Mama, life had just begun...                       but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.”

     ════  SKELETON ⋆  NAVI  ⋆ (WANTED) CONNECTIONS  ⋆  PINTEREST  ════

THE PRESENT — tw child abuse, domestic violence, violence, bodily harm, parental death, murder » Arriving in Stillwater at the age of sixteen, Benny barely had much to his name, with only 80 bucks and a backpack his mom had thrown together in a rush. He had no plan, no purpose and spent his first week on the street after leaving his home and what was left of his family behind. It’s needless to say, but Benny’s first few months in Stillwater were rough. Despite hanging onto every cent he could possibly save, he couldn’t help his hunger and need for decent shelter. Without any real skill, coming around work was tough and nobody really wanted a kid that looked scary like him at the register of their ice cream shop. At the very lost dollar, Benny managed to obtain temporary gigs that kept him afloat. Here and there, he’d have the odd job of walking someones dog or washing their car, even the occasional errand boy if the money was good enough. It wasn’t like he carried a sign or anything, but word got around of ‘this kid who’d do anything’ in a wealthy neighborhood and his reputation carried. 

Benny, at eighteen, should’ve known better that ‘doing anything’ really shouldn’t have been the buzzword he agreed to be shared amongst this particular group. Without really knowing, he had followed orders to arrive at the scene of the crime at the same time as police, earning an arrest as an accessory to murder. The group thought they’d get away with it too, but Benny was lucky enough to unknowingly leave a trace of where he was when the murder was committed and was let go after a five months in jail. Despite his innocence, a new reputation was earned and no one wanted to be around him soon after his release. The isolation was unbearable and Benny started acting up. He’d get into fights constantly and would end up at the police station more times than he could remember. Eventually, the owner of Ruby’s Diner had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting him and took it upon themselves to save him from himself. Since then, Benny has been the diner’s baker for over ten years and owes his life to the only one who has shown him any kindness. He gets better everyday, but can’t help but look over his shoulder at his past, wondering if he really left it behind. 

🖋 CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead),  Sirius Black (Harry Potter), Westley (The Princess Bride), Steven Hyde (That 70s Show), Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You) and more. 

THE PAST — Benny knew life was shit the second he stepped onto that playground, the eyes of his peers boring holes into his own. He'd scowl at them, even if he didn't know what it meant, wondering why the hell everyone was staring at him. He'd go weeks not knowing, but every now and again he'd hear their parents talk about his eyes, his father, or his 'whore of a mother' and pretty much chalked it up to that. Childhood was depressing, obviously, but what else was new? The Hellström home was cold and uninviting. It reeked of Dad's beer and cigarettes, cloaked with god-awful perfume oils that made him gag. Benny hated being home— he hated being anywhere that wasn't his room. Up there, he was in his own little world. Away from the stares, the yelling, and the world.

Benny was five when he had grown a fondness for animals, professing to his mother how much he wanted to be a puppy doctor when he got older. Ulla, his mother, wasn't happy. Not because of her son, but for what his father would have to say about it. Despite the 'trashy, no-good' image the Hellströms had in their small town of Yellow Springs, Ohio, they owned the only decent gas station until the next major city. It wasn't much, but it was something. Ulla knew of her husband's plans for Benny. Arne had been proclaiming that he'd leave his son their family-owned business ever since they left Sweden. He went on and on for months about the American dream and what they could accomplish. For Benny not to have even the slightest interest in Arne's Gas and Auto... Ulla knew they were both in for a rude awakening. And so, she made Benny promise to keep his dream a secret. It could never be anything but.

Keeping his dreams locked away was Benny's first lesson in the role he had to play in his family. He learned very quickly that he was meant to shut up and listen and never ask stupid questions. Because when he did, he was met with a slap to the face, a kick to the gut, or a belt to the back. But he'd take the hit because Benny knew if he didn't, it would be his mother or the person whom he felt most sorry for— his yet-to-be-born baby sister. It was strange that he had the opportunity to name her because all six-year-old Benny could think about was the drama surrounding her despite not being born. He didn't know the full story, but there was a time his parents were separated and when his mother came back, her belly was a lot bigger than when she left. It was the talk of the town, even if Benny didn't understand it.

If there was any gift Benny's sister brought to the world, it was the peace that was given the first few years of her life. At this point, he was well aware of the gossip but what was truly surprising, was the look in his father's eyes when he held her. He was soft and quiet, and for a little while, he didn't reek of vodka. Mother was happy and smiled a little bit more and Benny wondered if this was what family was supposed to feel like. For once in his life, home felt like home and he was finally excited for it.

It's hard to believe, but for the next five years, life in the Hellström home was pretty great. While his father still drank, it was only a few beers a night and he only smoked outside. He did get hit every now and again, but it wasn't too severe. A slap upside the head made Benny grateful because at least his mother could still look when it happened. Everything changed quickly, however, and Benny could still hear the sound of their doorbell ring like a dog waiting for a treat. He still remembers the look of innocence on his sister's face as she ate her spaghetti, tomato sauce splattered messily on her shirt and cheeks. To this day, Benny still gets nightmares of the day everything changed, and the stupid man that was on the other side of their door looking for his mother. It was all a blur after that, but his father never treated anyone in that house ever the same.

Benny wasn't really the type for regrets, as he pretty much accepted the shitty cards he was dealt. Still, he couldn't help the feeling of guilt whenever his sister paid witness to the abuse going on in their house. It pained him to have never warned her: to tell her the best place in the house to hide was the linen closet, that whenever father came home past nine, to make sure you were asleep before he was home. There were endless tips Benny had obtained over the years, but none were shared. He realized that despite promising he'd take all the beatings to protect his mother and baby sister, he hardly had a courageous bone in his body. It was maybe once or twice Benny had heard his sister cry at the repercussions of her 'mistakes'. He was sixteen at this point, and the more she cried, the harder it was to hear. Their mother didn't go unscathed either. He had only slapped her a few times since that man rang their doorbell five years ago, but the older his sister got and the more brown her eyes became, the abuse only became more severe.

Life seemed to pause when Benny realized his sister never came home after school. He was the only one home when he came to her empty room, her clothing, her toys, and the rest of her belongings gone. Distraught, Benny immediately told his mother when she came home an hour later, only to be met with a "Be quiet" and "You will know soon enough". The details weren't clear, but that night, their father had returned as though it was any other night. It was only until dinner did he realize his daughter wasn't home and it caused him to erupt almost immediately. Glass was thrown, plates were smashed, demanding to know the truth. Benny stood when his father struck his mother across the face, and after a few more hits, a chord was struck and everything went black. When Benny came to, he was over his father's lifeless body, blood splattered across his face and t-shirt. He was shaking and lowered his fist once his mother's cries calmed, ordering him to get up. Unable to comprehend what just happened, he allowed his mother to change him and wash the blood off his face. She handed him a backpack and cash and told him to go— and to keep going until he could see the sea.

It took him months to get to California and when he finally did, Benny cried for the first time in years. He kneeled into the sand, water pooling out of his big green eyes, and wondered what his sister was doing now. At sixteen, Benny wasn't sure what to do with his life at this point, unsure if he had a future at all. He wondered if he'd be homeless, living in a tent with a sign like the ones he passed on his journey here. Stuffing his hands into his backpack, he found a single letter his mother left him, lost on when she had the time to even write one out in the rush of getting him out of their home.

"You keep going. You start over and forget about us here. I will always love you."

And as always, he did what he was told. Benny started over and over the course of the next sixteen years, he managed a decent life for himself in Stillwater, California. He wasn't sure why his mother sent him out to see the sea but after a few years of true struggle, he came to understand why. There was something about that blue water that calmed him when his anxieties ran high or he was reminded of his past. And despite feeling as though he'd never stop looking over his shoulder, he knew he always had the sea.

#click the read more for his full bio! #stillwater: intro