#And you don't have to tell me to do a double shot bc I fucking WORK HERE and know we pull them as standard anyways. Die
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Hii!!! I just read A Whiff of Blood and it was amazing!!! Omg its been a while since I read Lloyd being caring without having another motive. This is pure goodness 😍
I was wondering if there could be a scene where y/n asks to leave work early bc she has a date. Lloyd says fine but ends up at the same restaurant as her with Danny to spy🤣 and y/n saw them and this will be the first time she yells at her boss. how would the boss react? falling for her even more or trying to save his dignity and ego 😎
Hi babe! So sorry that this one-shot is taking forever to come out (and I've made a little adjustment to it :3 hope you don't mind
A Rush of Blood
Lloyd Hansen x You
Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader, Lloyd is being a (surprisingly) softie(?
Summary: You asked whether you could leave early for a date, while Lloyd decided not to keep his feelings bottled up any more.
W/C: ~4.5k
A/N: This is the final sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love for Mob!Lloyd<333
Lloyd can’t help but look at your empty seat for the fifth time in a row. The boring-ass meeting for the quarterly revenue of his properties drags on, yet you haven’t returned for a while now.
Lloyd checks his watch.
It’s been fucking two minutes and forty-two seconds since you excused yourself with your phone buzzing in hand.
The ticking watch gets him more annoyed and impatient by the second. Two minutes and forty-four seconds, two minutes and forty-five seconds, two minutes and forty-six - where the heck are you?
You pick up the call as soon as you reach your desk, “Allie?”
“Hey hon. Bad news, I’m stuck at the airport. There has been a huge blizzard here in Alaska and all flights are banned from taking off.” Allie remains her chirpy sound, but a hit of restraint peeks from her words.
Allie has been your friend since high school. You’ve bonded over the mutual love of boy bands during your teen years. Though you have moved on from your love of pop singers/bands, Allie maintains her enthusiasm for K-pop idols.
“I’m in the middle of a conference, so, sorry about making this short,” you sigh, “I assume they can’t get any plane in or out for today?”
You scheduled for fine dining with Allie at one of Lloyd’s restaurants later this evening. At this rate, you are no longer surprised if he owns the Hollywood landmark too.
“Not in this damn weather, no.” She curses under her breath, “Not for three days as far as I’m aware.”
“Jesus.” You rub your temple as it is throbbing, “Sorry about the weather. I’ll reschedule the dinner.”
“No… don’t be.” Her hesitation on the phone sounds slightly suspicious.
“Allie?” You raise your voice dangerously, “What did you do?”
“Don’t be mad,” she holds a pregnant pause, “I’ve got this really cute boy – he’s a year behind us, by the way – and he’s working now in LA, Scott McCall – that’s double C in McCall, and I planned to introduce you two during dinner.”
“The fu- Allie!” You whisper-yell in the phone, “You’re gonna dump me and let me have dinner with a completely random person?”
Allie squeezes a few dry laughs over the speaker, “Eh- Sorry?”
“You better pray there’s no plane in three days because I’m going to crawl through the phone lines and strangle you if I have the chance.” You sputter a curse, “And burn all your K-pop albums.”
She gasps, “NOT THE ALBUMS!”
Typical Allie.
“Seriously though, you had the chance of meeting him two months ago... at an exhibition. The gallery downtown near the bakery? The Retro-modern Exhibition? The one you left early? It took him a lot of strength to get to me and then to you, so … just try, okay? If it doesn’t work out, it’s fine.” Allie sounds unlike her usual self, “If it works out … I guess you’d have a great story to tell your kids.” She can’t help but joke at the end.
“Yeah yeah, ha-ha, very funny.” With a sigh, you agree to her match-making plan, “Fine. But I really have to go back to work now, ‘kay?” You roll your eyes instinctively when the other end of the phone passes a squeaky “yes” to your ears, “I’ll be there on time. Dinner, six thirty, he’d better not be late.”
“You’re my life-saver. Mwah! Love ya’ bye!” After blowing a kiss via mid-air, Allie hangs up the phone as if fearing you will regret your decision in less than a second.
You end the call at the same moment the door to the conference room swings open, and out came a few executives for his real estate.
“Sorry, Mr. Hansen,” you put your phone into your pocket, straightening your shirt because you have been leaning on your desk. You know how much Lloyd hates disturbance, and creases on a shirt.
Lloyd purses his lips with a frown, an expression he wears often to indicate he’s not happy.
“If it’s okay for you, Mr. Hansen, I’d like to leave early today.” You request rather boldly.
For three years of your work as a secretary, the only other time you left early was a medical emergency of your mother. She fell down the stairs, hit her head, and had a broken femur. Though it wasn’t much of a big deal when she was transferred to a ward later, it scared the hell out of you to take the call from the local hospital, telling you your mother was sent to the ER in an ambulance.
Lloyd was generous enough to grant you a week of leave, but you got back on Day 5 after making sure your mother was well and taken care of.
“Is your family alright?” He asks, clearly still remembering the last time when you got kidnapped on the street, for which he had to assign Claire – a bright young lady, whom you’ve grown fond of over these past weeks – to act as your bodyguard and occasionally your assistant. Under Lloyd’s orders, she went to oversee the security cam installation at your apartment door.
“They are fine.” You suppose it’s better to tell him the truth regarding your leave, rather than having him meet you in his restaurant a few hours later, “I uh… have a date tonight.”
“A date?” He raises his eyebrows, repeating syllable by syllable, “A date, you say?”
“Yes, a date.” It feels like a betrayal all of a sudden, a betrayal of your work ethic. Your throat tightens, “Ahem, I’ll be leaving at five, if that’s alright with you, Mr. Hansen.”
Lloyd studies you for a moment.
“Okay.” He shrugs, sounding carelessly, “If you finish the work for today.”
You are pretty sure that there’s no more itinerary for either Hansen or you after this meeting, but you still play your role as a dutiful secretary and ask, “Anything else you would like me to do?”
“Call James and tell him to pick up the loan I gave out to the Dawson scum, five mil’ in cash or non-bearer bonds. If Dawson returns even one dime short, I want his arm broken. And deliver the drycleaning to my place by five tonight. Tell my butler, while you’re at it, he can hold off the repair down at the basement, this can wait till January. And,” he pauses, “I want you to tell Dani, head to her place personally, and tell her that I’m cancelling the Cuban appointment.”
“Yes, Mr. Hansen.” You pick up the landline straight away, ready to dial James’ number.
“You are not taking any notes whatsoever.” Lloyd narrows his eyes, “What are the tasks I just gave you?”
Lloyd seems extra grumpy today, plus you are not a note-taker anyway. You cover the speaker with your palm, though puzzled as to why he’s moody all of a sudden, but comply with his demands, “Call James, collect the debt from Dawson; get the drycleaning to your house by five, and tell your butler Marlin not to rush on the basement repair; and lastly, tell Dani you’re cancelling the Cuban appointment.” And you have no clue what this “Cuban” appointment is. Darn, Lloyd does keep a whole lot of secrets from you, “Anything else, Mr. Hansen?”
Fuck.
He sounds like fucking Cinderella’s stepmom dumping beans into the fireplace. Since when did he get off on ordering you around doing meaningless chores? He could perfectly do them himself, not to mention some of the biddings he has just told you were unnecessary – the basement repair? It was a damn doorknob getting stuck, not a pipeline that leaks like a faucet.
“Claire’s not here, take Avik with you.” He grumbles, returning to his office and slamming the door shut.
Avik is a silent, tanned man who often acts as Lloyd’s muscle. He emerges from thin air – or probably from some corner, standing rigidly behind you like a statue.
“Hey Avik, mind if I drive?” You put a warm smile on your face, swinging the car key on your finger.
Avik merely nods, gesturing that he’ll walk in front of you.
After picking up Lloyd’s drycleaning and telling Marlin the exact words from Lloyd's mouth, you head off to your next assignment.
Dani.
Dani is a woman approximately your age, speaks fluent Spanish, English, and Italian, probably a couple of other languages that you couldn’t understand too, and rumored to be Lloyd’s ex.
She is a charming lady living in a mansion away from the glamourous nightlife of LA, but not shy of parties. In fact, you’ve accompanied Lloyd to a few that she hosts, and if you ever need a party planner, she would be your No. 1 choice – if you can afford it.
You tap on the steering wheel somewhat anxiously, checking your watch. It’s five to six, and Dani’s residence is halfway across the city, and you have yet to finish the job that Lloyd told you to.
It feels like double standards when you explicitly told Allie that your date cannot be late.
Dani’s lovely butler, Mrs. Santos invited you in, leading you to the guest room.
“To what do I own this honor of having Lloyd’s personal assistant arriving at my place?” Dani flips her hair and giggles.
“Lloyd has sent me to tell you that,” you still remember the strange code phrase word by word, “He’s cancelling the Cuban appointment.”
Dani carefully studies you for a moment, before bursting out laughter, “He… He said that? The Cuban appointment?”
Darn, even when she’s laughing, she’s charming as always.
“Yes.” You answer her question, “If there’s no message you want me to forward to him, I’ll be out of your hair.”
Dani hangs a mysterious smile on the corner of her lips, her honey-toned skin practically gleaming as she speaks, “None. But if you don’t mind me asking, do you have any plans for tonight? I want to borrow you for one of my parties – you know,” she shrugs, “connections and all that.”
Dani’s parties are always filled with delightful cocktails and exquisite people she knows from all over the world. It’s a perfect chance to refresh your connections with all sorts of people – thieves, CEOs, fences, politicians - part of the reason why she asked you to stay.
Yet, you were already booked for tonight.
“Sorry,” you politely rejected, “I’d love to, but I have a date tonight.”
“Well, you-” Dani points at you with her perfectly manicured finger, sounding cheerful, “are welcome at my place, anytime. You can bring your date here even, if you need a place to chill.”
“Thank you, Dani.” You respond, “Have fun at your party.”
Dani cocks her head to the side. The bright flashy diamond earrings peek from under her hair, swaying as if they were about to fall. She hums thoughtfully before wishing you a pleasant evening.
As soon as you step out of her estate, Dani picks up her phone and dials Lloyd’s number, “I recall a certain someone claims that he needs absolutely no help landing a girl,” She twirls her hair around her fingertips, chuckling, “the Cuban appointment, Lloyd? Wow, you must be really desperate. Now, you want me to help you sabotage her date? That I can do...”
With Lady Luck by your side, you’ve successfully reached the restaurant five minutes early with someone already at your table, while Avik sits at a table on the other side of the aisle, keeping an eye on you.
“You must be Scott.” You pull your chair to sit, trying your best to ignore the bulk of muscles on your righthand-side, watching as the young man across the table hastily puts down his water glass and stands abruptly with his face flushed.
“H… Hi.” He can barely stop the grin on his face, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Allie is right. He is cute.
Scott scratches the back of his head, plopping down on his seat, asking hesitantly, “If this is not too intrusive, how did you get a reservation? My friend has been dying to try this place for a week and the nearest spot available is three months later.”
“My boss is a close friend of the restaurant manager.” Lloyd practically runs this place. The manager gets scared shitless every time he needs to deliver the quarterly books to Lloyd and he asks you to do it in his place. Hence, he’s greatly in your debt. But you are not going to tell Scott you work for the largest gang in the city, so you feign your interest and ask, “What about you? Allie didn’t tell me what you do for a living.”
His face goes flushed pink again, “I uh… I work as an assistant curator,” he adds, “but I paint.”
“Oh really? That sounds fun. What do you paint?”
Scott chats on and on about his love for contemporary art and various ways of making a beautiful moment permanent when you notice Avik stands up and leaves.
“… sorry,” you apologize to Scott, for you have missed the question he asks, having paid too much attention to the bodyguard Avik who doesn’t seem like returning, “what was that again?”
Scott shuts his mouth momentarily before managing a small smile, “I was just thinking that we should get the waiter. Is there anything you like on the menu?”
The food was divine, and the wine was savory too. Though the waiters seemed a little distracted – you guessed it was probably their boss telling them to stay away from your table for you to enjoy your date. After exchanging pleasant conversations, you know it’s time to end this lovely date.
Before getting the check and leaving, you excuse yourself to freshen up.
Scott nods with his curls bouncing.
Scott is nice.
He is smart, funny, and cute with his untamed curls.
You put on a thin layer of lipstick. Looking into the mirror, the polite smile breaks away when you watch your reflection.
Scott is a decent guy. Why don’t you like him?
A vague outline rises in your head, before evaporating.
Stop it. You tell yourself. Scott is a nice guy. You should enjoy this date.
Only when your figure disappears behind a few tables, did someone sit on your spot.
“Evening.” A moustache man traces his finger on the cup from which you drank, crossing his legs, “Scotty, right?”
Scott clenches his hand on the arm of his chair, but Avik appears quietly behind him, grabbing his shoulders to have him sit down. A hard piece of metal is pressed to the back of his head. It doesn’t take much common sense to understand that Avik has a gun pointing at him.
“Don’t get all flustered,” Lloyd pours some wine into both glasses, “I’m just here to… be nice.” A wicked grin creeps up his lips as Lloyd continues, “The woman who you’re dating tonight?”
Scott gulps, squeezing a “yeah” out of his teeth.
“That’s my girl.” Lloyd dead-pans, massaging the light smudge of your lipstick on the glass, “So, if you have any wrong idea, or any thoughts about her…” Lloyd has a cold gleam in his eyes, shakes his head and tuts, “Don’t.”
Poor Scott has his face drained of colors. His lips quivering, “I-I’m not- I don’t want to be part of this…”
“Good.” Lloyd smirks. Drinking from your glass, he licks his lips to savour the sweet honey taste of your lipstick, before giving his final order, “Now be a good boy, say your ‘nighty night’s, and get the fuck out of my turf.”
“Boss.” Avik’s eyes dart to the lavatory, signalling that you are approaching this table.
“Aaaand that’s my cue.” Lloyd stands up from the chair, looking content, “Keep this little interaction between us, will ya’?” He pouts, “I’d hate if she gets upset.”
By the time you reach this table, Scott sweats in buckets like he has just been to a sauna.
“Is everything alright?” You can’t help but ask.
“Yeah… yeah.” Scott could barely mask his trembling voice, or keep his eye contact, “I’m … feeling uncomfortable… right now.”
“Is it the food? Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“No… I mean, I think so. The asparagus was raw.” Scott wipes the sweat off his pale face, “It’s been lovely, but …”
Your eyes dart to the table where Avik was sitting. Nope, he isn’t there. For a second you thought that Avik might have terrorized Scott into backing out. Such a stupid idea, why would Avik do that? You throw this thought to the back of your head, before suggesting if Scott needs a lift home, or to the hospital.
Scott nearly jumps from his spot upon hearing the offer, which confuses you as he avoids speaking or looking at you, as if you were a plague.
He takes his belongings, bids you good night before sprinting out of the restaurant.
What the fuck have you done???
You trouble yourself with the question when Avik returns to your side without a single sound, “Avik, I was wondering where you’ve been.”
“The backroom where I can observe the surveillance footage, ma’am.” His voice booms, “Shall I drive you home?”
“Yes, I suppose.” You sigh.
Avik gestures for you to walk, but you stop in your tracks.
“Avik?”
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“Did you have any food yet?”
You did not see him ordering anything when he was sitting across the aisle, nor do you believe that he’d risk losing his job over some half-cooked asparagus.
“… No Ma’am.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose. The exhaustion of trying to satisfy Lloyd’s tasks and doubting whether he’s being paranoid again takes over you for so long, you seem to lose a little bit of human emotions – neglecting dutiful Avik, as a result.
“Sorry about that, Avik.” You apologize, feeling slightly better that you’ve come to your senses after a long day, “I’ll have them prepare something vegan for takeaway.”
“…thank you, Ma’am.”
Grabbing a waiter passing by, you tell him about your request, before resting on your chair.
Out of sheer boredom, you tap on your glass, scraping the lipstick smudge off the crystal-clear surface with a used napkin.
Avik coughs as if he has just choked on his own spit.
“Everything alright, Avik?”
It seems like you’ve said this for the second time tonight.
“Yes. Ahem. Yes, all is well.” Avik clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Because you can totally have tonight off. I’m more than capable of driving home myself.” You offer sweetly, expecting him to take the suggestion and leave you here.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Avik replies rigidly, his shirt collar tightening around his tanned skin as he speaks, “Thank you, but your safety is my priority.”
You should have known better than to negotiate with Lloyd’s muscle. They follow his orders like workers around a queen bee. Pursing your lips together, you decide not to spend time bargaining with Avik, but scroll on social media to distract yourself.
Avik lets out a long, slow exhale when you are focusing on your phone. He’s great at bodyguarding, but terrible at being a double agent.
The takeaway package arrives shortly – or it could be you are too tied up in the TikTok drama to notice time slipping away from the tip of your fingers. Avik takes the wheel while you sit in the back, trying hard not to think about the sudden change in Scott’s attitude.
It’s not like you don’t enjoy Scott’s company. You do. But Scott’s dashing out of the restaurant leaves a certain impression that you don’t think you’d forget anytime soon. Maybe the food was raw. Or burned. Or he had some pills. Still, it doesn’t explain why he ran out of the place like a bloodhound was chasing him.
Or is there something wrong with you? Something he’d grow repulsive of?
“Stop the car, please.” The thoughts in your head are preventing you from breathing. With Avik’s puzzled frown in the rearview mirror, you shrug, “You can go park the car. I want to have a little walk and some fresh air.”
After what must be an internal debate in Avik’s silence, he slowly stops at the curb, agreeing for you to have your fresh air.
The street is silent, not a living soul in sight. You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh air.
Oh well, maybe the air is not so fresh after all, with the smell of gasoline and dust and … smoke?
You turn around.
Lloyd’s Rolls-Royce follows you like a toddler in small steps, with a hand outstretched from the window that flicks his cigarette stub to the curb.
“Mr. Hansen?” You could’ve been dreaming. Why would Lloyd’s car follow you? Why – “What are you doing here?”
Lloyd steps out of the vehicle, popping a peppermint into his mouth. Crushing the candy with his jaw, he mumbles, “Just having a late-night stroll.”
A ridiculous idea comes into mind, and you ask in disbelief: “Are you following me?”
“No.” Lloyd stares at you straight into your eyes, but you’ve seen him lie better, “This is my turf. And you can’t ban me from patrolling my own territory.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes.
Sure. Patrolling. Very convincing. He just happened to stumble in front of your apartment building among hundreds of thousands of streets.
“Of course.” Maybe it’s the wine, because for crying out loud you would be tongue-tied if you were to say this at work, but the sarcasm drips out of your tone like water out of a broken faucet, because you are not in the mood. At all. “Good night, Mr. Hansen.”
“I had a great night.” Since he counts the scurrying of one horny young man as a win, Lloyd casually drops, “Can’t say the same about you.”
What the heck is wrong with him?
Now it’s definitely the wine that does the talking, as you poke him square in the chest with your index finger, your voice littered with fury, “It’s after-hours, and you don’t own my after-hours, in case you don’t have a watch, okay?”
Lloyd offers his characteristic lop-sided smile, “What - you’re gonna buy me one?”
“No?!” You huff out in disbelief. Has he taken hallucinating drugs? Why on earth is he acting funny? “This is not - look, Mr. Hansen-”
Lloyd steps closer. You get that whiff of smoke from his body, and the musky cologne that he occasionally uses in rare circumstances, and your words somehow get stuck in your throat.
“Lloyd.” He pronounces his name, loud and clear, “C’mon sunshine, lllllloyd.”
Lloyd. The name rolls to the tip of your tongue. It feels natural and soft, unlike Lloyd Hansen himself. But the syllable drives your heartbeat wild. He is your boss. You are obligated to call him Mr. Hansen.
Well, maybe not obligated. But you would feel more comfortable calling him Mr. Hansen. The name Lloyd sounds like an over-step of your work relationship.
Your work. Your beloved secretary job. Which is fine. Which you enjoy, as you handle his affairs with some effort. But the name. He’s asking you to call him Lloyd and that sounds more intimate than what you should be calling your boss.
“I- ” You are at a loss of words. What does he want? Does he want you to be his mistress? Which is ridiculous, because you don’t want to be the type of canary living in a birdcage and sing for him whenever he pleases. More importantly, he cannot be having thoughts about you – or does he want this to be a one-night thing where he could pull up his pants and comment on how long since he had a good fuck?
-stop it. It’s an insane thought. He’s not interested. So are you.
You accidentally look at his eyes, and you recognize the burning desire rooting deep down. It scorches you instantly as your eyes meet, before you lower your head to avoid the demanding gaze.
“You’re my boss…” You mutter weakly, knowing well that this stupid excuse does not prevent you from enjoying (or feeling safe at) Lloyd’s presence – most of the time, when he’s not bloody or throwing punches – or from the plain fact that maybe, just maybe that you feel a little different towards him, and that for the briefest of moments, you wished that he was sitting across the dinner table tonight, taking you out on a date.
Lloyd’s expression goes still for a second.
You can’t tell whether he’s mad or upset.
He sighs, taking a step towards you to close the space between you two, before framing your face in his hands and whispering in frustration, “God, you’re so dumb.”
His lips are soft, contrary to his mean words. They land on you with a bitter taste of burned tobacco, as his tongue swipes the seam of your lips, forcing an embarrassing mewl out of you.
It felt like Lloyd and his roughness. It felt like an iceberg breaking into chucks, whales lifting their head to breathe and the dam that withholds feelings inside your head cracks. It felt … right.
He slowly breaks away the kiss, sighing again, right next to your lips, his moustache making your cheek itch.
“Am I about to get a kick in the balls?” He asks softly, nose gently rubbing on yours.
“No…no.” Not that you don’t want to, because how dares he! Following you and kissing you like that! But because your head turning into a warm mush.
“Good.” He nibbles on your lips, you can feel his lips curving into a smile, “ ’cause I kinda like them.”
“Hmm?”
“Never mind.” He lands another kiss on you before pulling away. The bad-boy grin visible on his face.
You feel like you need to say something. Anything. So, you open your mouth and: “Do you want … a cup of coffee at my place?”
Lloyd cocks his eyebrows in surprise, but there’s no way he’d let slip of this chance, “Sure, why not.”
The mush in your brain refuses to leave. Your body acts on auto-pilot, leading you away from him.
You don’t even notice that he’s not following you this time, until he calls your name out of the blue, with a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Yes, Mr. Hansen?”
Lloyd decides to let slip of your poor choice of words this time, simply pointing his thumb in the other direction: “Your home is this way.”
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ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS
so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti
i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!
i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.
but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!
violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?
and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them
so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.
it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!
#starposts#the coffin of andy and leyley#coffin of andy and leyley#proship#comship#long post#anti anti#discourse cw#ok i REALLY do want this shit off my main blog though i'm gonna start using a sideblog probably
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Ménage à trois
simon ghost riley x y/n - mff threesome
A/N- I haven't seen anyone else do this so I want to give it a shot... bc lorddd it's been on my mind for some time, but I don't know how some people will take it lol (😳) it's hot to me though 🫢but it's very out of character (last time I wrote something f x f someone got offended so i'm just saying please don't get offended like that is NOT my intention AT ALL lol idk what to say but i understand if this is not something you personally like i'm just going ahead and clearing this up before someone comments something)
CW: mff threesome, bisexual reader, established relationship, slight cuckolding? i guess? , dom Ghost, oral (m receiving, f receiving + giving), rough sex, degrading & praising, double facial ;)
WC: 4k~
It wasn't that you needed to spice it up in the bedroom with Simon, he was plenty for you and you for him; catering to each kink you were exploring and every fantasy you wanted to try out, but there was just this one you couldn't get rid of in the back of your head, and at first, you hadn't planned on saying anything about it, or even following through with it. Simon would do anything for you though, anything that makes his princess happy and pleased.
It was when you were sitting in a corner of a bar, in the middle of a conversation with your boyfriend when the thought kept creeping from the back of your mind, sticking with you as you tried to focus on what he was saying. You smiled at him lovingly, though you struggled to maintain eye contact. Your eyes wandered to this beautiful woman, whose body was created from a Goddess herself. The dress she wore hugged her curves tightly, her hips swayed as she walked to the bar, ordering a whiskey. You eyed her up and down, Simon had his head tilted at you.
"Y'alright, luv?" he asked softly, his hand sliding over to hold yours.
"Mhm," you nodded, clearly flustered. Simon knew you, though. Something was up, and he didn't know what.
"What is it, doll?" his eyes met yours, curiously.
You blushed. There was no way you were going to say it right now. You were nervous of how'd he react to the suggestion. Something of a slight jealousy tinged in your stomach but that was the same exact thing that got you so worked up over it, wanting to try it out... and also for your own selfish pleasure.
You nervously tapped your leg, biting your lip as you thought about how to word it.
"C'mon, now, tell me, babe," he rasped, raising an eyebrow as you were usually up front about your wants and needs.
"Well... I guess I want to try a threesome," you muttered low enough to where only he could hear you. His Adam apple bobbed in his throat as he cleared it, unexpecting to hear what just came out of your mouth. You met his eyes nervously, the silence killed you internally. You started to explain yourself. "Y-you're more than enough, Simon, I just... want to see you with another girl."
What the fuck are you doing? Is this the right way to propose this idea?
"I only want you," he finally spoke.
"I know that," you smirked, happy to have your man's heart, but won't he understand you just want to bring him as much pleasure as you can? "But... something about the idea... turns me on... a lot."
His eyes widened in surprise, genuinely at a loss for words. He meant it when he said he only wanted you, nothing compares to you in his eyes. He means it when he says you're perfectly made for him and only him. What kind of man would turn down this opportunity though? It was for your pleasure, too. "Is that so?" he grinned underneath his mask (yes he wears it in public).
You giggled as you nodded your head towards the girl you had an eye on. "What do you think about her?"
He turned his head slowly, eyeing the girl. "She's pretty," he complimented as his eyes wandered over her body once more.
Your breath fastened as you watched your boyfriend check out the girl, your core heating up and your cheeks flushing red. He took a sip of his drink, letting out a soft sigh as he shifted in his seat. "How about... I go talk to her up, hm? See how that makes you feel?" his voice lowered.
Your pupils dilate as you nod eagerly, giving him your permission. He got up slowly, taking one look over his shoulder at you as he made his way towards her. Your hands gripped the hem of your dress as you watched him set his hand down on the bar, flexing his veins and muscles as he leaned down, his head bobbed as he spoke to her. Her face lit up as she flashed a smile, eyes flickering towards your own. You quickly look down, flustered.
You took a few more shots to calm your nerves, occasionally looking over at your boyfriend flirting with the woman. Her hand soon touched his arm, she gasped as she felt his muscles and snaked up his arm, gripping his bicep as he flexed for her. You noticed him breathing harder as he looks back at you with heavy eyes. You lick your lips as you eye him, signaling him that everything is okay.
It wasn't long before he eventually walked her over to your table, introducing her to you. She smiled widely at you, her eyes wandered to your chest. You smirked as you introduced yourself, holding out your hand. "Y/n," you spoke confidently.
She told you hers and you guys chatted up for a while, the conversation got heated quickly as you bought her a few drinks, getting to know her. You guys talked until the bar closed, and exchanged information. You knew there was a click between you two, but you didn't want to move too fast with this. You needed just a little more time.
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For the next two weeks, you were texting her back and forth. Simon caught you smiling at your phone often, picking on you.
"Look how red faced you get chattin' her, luv," he teased, chuckling softly. "How has it been going?"
You smiled as you made eye contact, letting him know how well you two get along, and how you guys like a lot of the same things. You proposed the fantasy to her, and she was more receptive to it than you expected. I would love to... The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't want to push it. I think you're both drop dead fkn gorgeous, even tho ur bf's masked lol, her text read.
"Also, she admitted that she noticed me before you, but was surprised when you approached her," you laughed, teasing him. "And she's... free tonight..."
He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you deeply. "I love you, baby. I'm only ready if you are."
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You got ready and sent her your address. You suck in your breath as you saw the on my way. 15 mins, text. You and Simon sat in the living room, he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs as his hand rested behind his head, the other caressed your thigh that tapped nervously, waiting for the knock on the door.
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There she is.
You smile brightly, opening the door as she walks in, hugging you tightly as she greeted you. "Hey, doll!" she giggled. "Hi, Simon..."
"Hey there," he spoke, his eyes moved in her direction. You put on a show while you cooked everyone a home cooked meal. You hummed to yourself happily in the kitchen as you plated up the food, sort of eavesdropping on their conversation. You couldn't tell exactly what, but you were pretty sure your boyfriend was telling her all of your weaknesses. You set up the table for everyone to eat. It wasn't even awkward as you all ate and talked, it was a great conversation, actually. They both flustered you as they complimented your cooking.
"Wonder what else tastes... delicious," she spoke in a low tone, eyeing you as you blushed, biting your lip at her compliment.
Simon chuckled, noticing the effect she had on you already.
"You'll find out soon, darling," you cooed.
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The party migrated to the bedroom, where you and her sat next to each other and Simon laid across the edge of the bed, his bottle of whiskey nearby as well as the bottle of wine you were sharing. Soft pop music played from your radio lowly in the background. Simon turned the LED lights to a dark red. It was as if you and her had the same idea, as both of your hands cupped each other's face as you leaned into her lips, kissing her softly. Savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss as you sucked her bottom lip. Your hands travelled down to her waist as you groped it tightly in your hands. Simon's eyes roamed between the two of you, enjoying the sight in front of him. Seeing his girl being pleased from this point of view was... satisfying. The kiss became more heated as her hands explored your body, roaming down your chest as she squeezed your breast, earning a moan that escaped your lips. Your hands mirrored her own actions against her own body, you cupped her tit in your hand as you squeezed it tightly. Your lips broke only to catch some breath.
Simon's heart nearly dropped when he saw the way you two look at him. Both of you crawled towards him. You lifted up his mask and your lips met his first, letting him taste her as you stuck your tongue in his mouth which he greedily sucked. Her hands stroked his chest before you pulled back, you nudged him in her direction. He licked his lips, sucking in a breath before their lips locked. You couldn't help it, you were already wet. You bit your lip as each of your hands groped onto them, caressing their heads as they made out, a sticky string connected them as he pulled away to kiss you again, this time deeper. You felt his heartbeat slamming as you caressed his cheek, your fingers splayed across his neck as he crawled on top of you.
Her hands massaged your waist as you fell softly on your back, his hand traced between the valley of your breasts and wrapped around your throat, holding you down as his other hand grasped her throat, you moaned as their lips crashed. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes, a bitten lip and your hips needily bucked into the air, falling short as he laid atop of you. Their kiss broke and he looked down at you, his chest heavily rising and falling as he quickly took off his shirt, his muscles flexed before they relaxed again. You leaned up, four hands caressed his body, stroking his back, his abs, his chest, his arms. He growled as he gripped your shirt and ripped it off of you, leaning down and kissing your chest hungrily, leaving love bites in between. He squeezed both of your breasts, harshly sucking on your nipples before pulling away. She leaned down and kissed up your naval, sucking on the skin around your belly button. His hands groped her waist, stroked her sides, pulling her bottoms off as she kissed up your body, sucking on your tits. He ripped her shirt off next, pulling off of her, letting her breasts fall against your skin. She stuck her finger in your mouth which you sucked on eagerly as your body rolled into her touch. She moaned into your tit as Simon slapped her ass, sliding his hand in between her cheeks, feeling her warmth.
"Fuckin' hell..." he rasped. She kicked off the remainder of her pants along with her underwear as she crawled on top of you. Your hands slid down her waist, meeting Simon's hand that tightly gripped the fat of her ass. His hand held yours as he massaged her ass, his clothed cock grinded against your covered heat. Not for long though, she sat up as she removed your bottoms too. She left you in your thong. She looked up at you through her lashes as she kissed up your leg, teasingly. Her hands crept up your thighs, using her nails... Simon fucking told her I like being scratched, you thought to yourself, as she finally tugged your thong down.
Simon palmed himself through his pants, watching the way her ass spread in front of him as she buried her face in your pussy. He was quickly distracted as he heard you moan out in ecstasy, your moans making his cock ache in his pants even more. Your hand rest at the back of her head as she ate you out expertly, rolling her tongue against your clit, causing your legs to slightly quiver.
"Oh, fuck, yes," you moaned out, making eye contact with your boyfriend, that similar grin he recognizes on your face. He knows it feels good.
Her moans vibrated into your clit as she pushed her nose into your mound, sucking as hard as she could. Simon's finger prodded at her entrance, teasing her as she whimpered into your cunt. He chuckled from behind her as he slid one finger in. "That feel good, luv?" he asked her, his other hand pushing her head deeper into you. Your mouth fell agape at the feeling, her tongue now flat as he controlled the pace of which she licked you at. She breathed heavily, her eyes looking up at you was so adorable. Simon slipped another finger in her, you watched her body jolt at the feeling. He moaned, as he continued thrusting his hand into her pussy. "That's it, good fuckin' slut... Keep eatin' that cunt... fuck," he rasped. "She's about to cum, look how well you're doin', luv..."
He knew you so well. Your back arched high off the bed, your fingers tangled with Simon's hand in her hair as your orgasm sent waves and waves of electricity through you. "Oh fuck..." you panted. She kissed up your body, laying between your legs as her ass arched into the air. You traced down her back, flipping her over. You return the favor, suckling on the sensitive spots on her neck. You lick your fingers, and softly press it to her clit. Her little moans are music to your ears. "Yeah?" you purred as you kissed down to her breast, taking a hard bud into your mouth, sucking it roughly. Your boyfriend's finger explored your folds, agonizingly slow as he pressed his thumb to your clit, chuckling as you quivered. He finally freed his aching cock, his hand pressed at the base as he jerked it, watching you kiss down her sexy body, watching you smile as you bury your face into her cunt, your tongue works fast at her clit before you suck on it. Your hands grip her hip as she bucks into your face. Simon crawls up to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he smacks his cock on her tongue. You moaned into her cunt, your own clenching around nothing as you watched her please your man...
His head fell back, a deep groan echoed as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, her hands stroking what didn't fit. His hand rested at the crown of her head. "Ah, fuck," he hissed, his hips starting to rut back and forth, hitting her throat deeper. Her eyes watered as she struggled. "Jus' like that, good girl."
You pressed a finger into her cunt, feeling her clench around it. She pulled off his cock with a small gasp as your fingers teased her cervix, quickly coaxing her first orgasm from her. Her hands then gripped the bedsheets as her back arched. Simon grabbed a fistful of her tit as he slapped his cock against it, watching it jiggle, jerking off as he grabbed her head and placed his cock in her mouth again, this time taking full control as he used her throat like a fleshlight, her gagging sounds filled the room as she attempted to moan. You pull back with a whimper as slobber drools onto her clit, her pussy squelched as you fingered her. Her thighs shook as you felt her clamp onto your fingers, her arousal seeped and you lapped it up, before you offered your finger to Simon. His eyes rolled back as he helped you clean off your fingers. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling you into a rough kiss. He groped your ass as he bit your lip, savoring the taste of her arousal on your tongue.
"You havin' fun, my sweet girl?" he grabbed your jaw, leaning down to your level, his hand reached between your legs, finding your sopping cunt that he sunk two fingers into. "So fuckin' wet, yeah? What a fuckin' whore." His finger moved faster, your arm slung around his neck as he stole another stomach-turning orgasm from you, you chanted his name as he pushed you on your back, grabbing the other girl by her neck as he placed her next to you. He then grabbed your ankles and pulled you both to the edge of the bed. "Hold your legs up. Both of you."
You both lay beneath him, holding your legs up from behind your knees, in full display for your boyfriend. You look at her already fucked-out face and smile, your lidded eyes met hers and she giggled, leaning over to kiss you. He teased his cock between the puffy lips of your cunt, collecting your slick before he pressed the tip into you. He grunted as he felt the velvety grip of your walls around his cock, one hand gripped the fat of your thigh for leverage as he fucked a few more thrusts into you, before pulling out of you with a deep growl. He fisted himself for a second before he pushed his cock between her cunt, he watched her mouth fall open in anticipation as he slowly pushed in. "Bloody hell, take it..." he muttered, holding her hips down as he set a brutal pace, slowing down shortly after. He rolled his hips into her one last time before he pulled out, switching back to you. It went on like this for several minutes, several orgasms later, the both of you a whimpering mess under him made his sadistic little heart happy.
A stinging sensation crept in your stomach this time... as he stayed in her longer than he has before. He caged her with his arms, pressing his forehead to hers. "This cunt feels so fuckin' good wrapped around me, yeah? Such good sluts for me." You reached down, rubbing your clit as you watched his balls slap against her ass, watching the way he gropes her body, sticks his thumb in her mouth to suck while he thrusts faster. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "I'm gonna fucking cum-" she warned, but he pulled out of her right as her legs started to shake. Her body spasmed as she pouted.
"That's too bad," Simon chuckled as he now caged you. He kissed your lips roughly, kissing down your neck as he teased his cock against your hole. You whimpered as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, finally bullying his cock fully into you. Your brows furrowed as you bit back your moans, wrapping your legs around him as he brutally rammed into you. You were becoming close, his cock was hitting your cervix just the right way....
He pulled back with a groan, something dark about it.
"Simon, Simon, Simon, please..." you begged.
He didn't answer as he laid in the middle of the bed on his back. He tapped her thighs, instructing her to sit on his face. Leaving you to his cock. She straddles his face, her plump thighs pressed around his ears, facing you as you sank down on his length. His body tenses up at the feeling, his hands cupped your thighs as you started riding slowly at your own pace, working at your climax. You sighed out in pleasure, watching her body gyrate against his mouth, watching his jaw clench as he sucks on her clit. She tilts her head back, your hands lean forward and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and she squeals out. Her small hands grab your wrists before they snake up your arms, cupping your face as you look each other in the eye whilst you use your boyfriend for you girls' pleasure. Two moaning messes above him, both singing his name blissfully. His hands fight back and forth, taking turns groping both of your bodies. You lean into a kiss, a sloppy, heated makeout session as you both reach your highs, moaning into each other's mouths as your pussies leak slick all over your boyfriend, his deep moans now muffled into her cunt as her full weight falls onto him in her euphoric state. Your cunt pulsed around his cock, watching her get off and your boyfriend being pleasured like this proves to be too much for you as you released one last time. You gripped his thighs that clenched, as his cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close. "On your knees," he demanded breathlessly. The both of you hurriedly got on your knees in front of him, he stood up on the bed before you two. Like the hungry cumsluts you were, you both held out your tongues, ready for his cum. He whimpered as he stroked his cock fast, taking turns placing the tip on your tongues. "Keep lookin' at me like that. God - fuck - you're both so fuckin' gorgeous, o-oh, fuck-" he gritted, the first thick rope of cum landed on her tongue, then another flew out on your face, and another on hers. He stroked every drop out, smearing it all over your faces. His mouth stayed fell open, he bit his lip as he watched you lick his release off of her face, and her do the same.
"Dirty little fuckin' minxes..." he panted, a happy grin plastered across his face.
The both of you giggled evilly, taking comfort in his now fucked-out state.
After a little bit of rest, you and her showered together, allowing Simon some alone time in his own shower.
--
After helping her clean herself up, and giving her a spare pair of clothes, you made her a midnight snack and showed her to the guest room, where you both got to gossip a little about Simon.
"That was definitely... the best sex I ever had," she admitted, trying to stop the blush creeping on her face.
"Trust me... it was... definitely one of our best times," you wink at her, laughing at her easily flustered state. "He's... really fucking good."
"You're a lucky woman," she smiled, turning on her side, pulling the covers up as she yawns. I smile warmly, my heart content.
"Thank you," I blushed. I know I am.
--
I met Simon in the kitchen, getting his midnight snack as well. It was silent as I grabbed my food, but as we made eye contact with each other, it felt like an even deeper connection. He walked in front of me, placing both hands on either side of me on the counter top.
He leaned down, inhaling my scent. "Do you know... how much I fuckin' love you?"
I shrug coyly. "Yeah. More than anything, right?" I wrap my arms around his chest, looking up at him.
"Damn right," he agreed, kissing the top of your head as he pulls you in a tight embrace. "Can't wait to marry you."
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I don't know I kinda love this tbh I hope you enjoy!
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Please tell us how you would fix the wire tap strip search scene thank you!
Thank you for asking! 🥺🥰💜
...i feel like this might get long😅
1. Make the scene make sense
I find the scene difficult to take seriously, bc I don't understand why rio thinks Beth would be wired up. He didn't turn up when they were supposed to meet, and I don't think there's any particular suggestion he told Beth he was coming round so ???
Now the idea that rio has no idea how surveillance equipment works/believes it to have been permanently soldered to Beth's skin is very funny to me thus I'm willing to accept it as a headcanon pretty easily, but an alternative interpretation which I think kinda makes sense given his love of setting up his terrible dramatic punchlines is him doing all this purely TO drop the tracker as an almost gotcha 🤷🏼♀️ if the latter IS what's (supposed to be) happening, I think it comes off kinda both too creepy AND not horny enough. And if that's NOT what's happening in the scene then I think it just feels like a lazy handwave as to why exactly he might think she's wearing a wire, and they couldve put a little effort into eg making it clear he forewarned her but not with adequate time for the secret service to mic her up/equipment was malfunctioning again, or he stormed round (drunk) immediately upon verifying the tracker so wasn't really thinking it through.
Particularly in a scene which is to some extent intentionally jarring (espec in how the undressing begins, but also in its mostly-silence), I don't think it's a good idea to leave your audience this confused??
2. Use an appropriate body double (in appropriately sized bra)
This just feels lazy!!! Idk if shooting restrictions couldve played a part but if you can't do those shots well it would be better not to include them!
3. Make it hornier
I can def understand why some ppl find the scene offputting, espec bc of point 1. If it doesn't make sense for him to think she's wearing a wire then him starting to undress her with no preamble is really jarring. I know some ppl think it's an intentionally sexless and/or clinical stripping, but I don't think it succeeds in being that (if indeed that is its intention), especially with the demand for her underwear to come off but not her socks 🤯
I think this scene & the weird pool table groping one are in conversation with each other, espec bc theyre each in conversation with intimate s2 brio scenes, and i don't think it's possible to not view this as somewhat intimate and charged? Both scenes felt like they were trying too hard, but i do think they were attempting to ~remind the audience of their sexual history, and hint that it would be rekindled.
I think the show should have leaned into that MORE and made it more fucked up tbh. They're messy!!! Like hi she's married he's her boss he's threatened to kill her a bunch she's tried to kill him multiple times they've betrayed each other they've protected each other lather rinse and repeat. They love being inappropriate and weird!! The first time they have sex she's on a date with her husband then he beats a car up over it; his plan to kill her turns into a weird money making date where he stares at her ass for hours; her idea of gaining back his trust is dressing up and saying I'll do anything...within reason wink wink wink.
Maybe particularly bc I think the visual of rio going to unbutton Beth's shirt out of nowhere is probably supposed to parallel Beth going for fitz's belt in the exact same room in their unsexy standoff (and thus also Beth going for rio's belt subsequently in his grandma's bedroom) I do kinda query the choice to have her be all 'what are you doing' (though it's clearly a reasonable q lol), espec bc they were recently weirdly grinding on a pool table? I think even a momentary leaning in to it would give the scene a different (less creepy) flavour? (plus I do think that could have been played for humour lol.)
Basically if it seems like a silly sexy wire stripping scene that's fine I don't mind it, & I can handwave away rio having no real reason to think Beth's wearing a wire if she's being (canon typically) horny here. Without that it does come across as having an almost predatory vibe which seems strange to me given the show was pretty thoughtful about how it portrayed both the belt-reaching-for scenes it's sandwiched btwn :/
4. Not try so hard with the parallels
I get what they were trying to do with the 209 parallels, but they threaten the sense of the scene imo.
Demanding underwear come off but not socks (???🤯) In a context which can easily come off as creepy (espec bc see point 1) doesn't work for me 🤷🏼♀️ easily solved I think by still having the socks shot, followed by Beth angrily throwing her socks at him lmao (then watch, then earrings...)
The sunlight is nice and all, and I'm pretty into exhibitionist Beth so w/e it can stay, but the door is im sure unlocked lol and she's right by a window so idk a bit of Beth @ least glancing to see if anyone could see in maybe would've been cool?? Plus we've got too much of a gap from the night before to this scene I think? I understand why the meet up was at night & why they wanted this scene to be a daytime one, but along with everything else that gap makes it seem MORE like a premeditated plan to be like yea well w/e I found this tracker so ha! (ofc I can explain that away if i feel like it eg someone needed to check what it was properly & that took some time, but the show certainly isn't giving me any suggestion of that.)
Maintaining silence kinda makes sense in the context but idk, I think particularly cos Beth doesn't stop talking after being shushed (good for her!), it's a lil random that she does stop saying things? I reckon there should have been some confused mouthing or whispering or the classic scribbling on a notepad (the last, with his penmanship, couldve been an avenue for comedy haha), and/or if she's stuck in a situation where he's refusing to reply I feel like she should have called him a moron a couple of times for good luck lolol
I'm all for callbacks, but not to the point of sacrificing the rest of the scene, and I think these overall weaken it. Plus parallels can work very well in terms of inversions and contrasts, not only similarities!
5. Have some greater payoff
Beth is basically like yep fine sure I'll randomly strip no further questions (just not the socks, I shan't bare my toes, some lines can't be crossed). That's actually kinda funny in the circumstance, bc who would do that other than someone who knows (why) you suspect them of wearing a wire sfggdssg so her going along with it in a situation which makes so little sense almost feels like (it could be played as) a tacit admission of guilt.
I guess a scene of rio being like wait hold on she was being uncharacteristically agreeable now I think abt it 20 mins later or w/e wouldve been too much to hope for ha but among all the things which make it pretty blatant Beth's working with the secret service (such as her announcing this to rio at one point🤯) I think we deserved him bringing some of it up in conversation later in the season yknow?? Otherwise I don't know why I'm supposed to believe rio isn't imaginary in all his scenes and/or too drunk to retain any information 🤷🏼♀️
6. A better closing line
After demanding someone strip full frontal (without making them show off their toes bc some things are sacred) telling that person to watch their back merely highlights you haven't bothered to check whether they've got a mic taped over their spine 🙄
#nbc good girls#tv#Thank you for asking 😘😘😘😘#I have more thoughts but this is already so long 😅#But basically I don't think there's just one way to solve it#But it needed to... Hang together better?#Either make it clear why he might think she's wearing a wire or embrace the fact that it wouldn't make sense she is!#It doesn't feel like a character driven scene at all#And it barely feels like a plot driven one other than kinda setting up banker Beth#It just feels like fan service and I don't feel appropriately serviced lol#Something#🧦#👣
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for your fic title ask game! gimme something texas hold em related. add some more fuel to this here fire.
(send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it)
ok this has been rotating in my mind w logan/alex for the last day and i kind of went insane bc why is this a thousand words of blather...
i went to a research university in like the north eastern part of the us right but there was this bar named after a city in the south that . ok i just googled it to double check and the home page calls it a "rockin country redneck tavern" lol. there were line dancing lessons in the evening that old people LOVED before the night hit and it became like fully a bar scene, lots of country music, a massive dance floor. so like . picture rustic raw wood walls, a big ass dance floor, a second floor overlooking half the dance floor, and a whoooole lot of college students.
in my mind this is like, college au. logan is a junior, alex is a senior or smthn. alex gets dragged to a frat party by idk lando who then immediately abandons him to play pong w martin... alex is feeling big lost just standing around, downing a solo cup of punch way too fast to feel busy. logan's like 'i got next!!' except his pong partner was oscar who disappeared so he's like fuckkkk and then lando volunteers alex for it, and logan's like sure you can keep up kind of vibes and alex drains the last of his drink and grins before grabbing another. so it's lando and martin vs logan and alex.
and alex is TRASH but it's ok bc martin and lando are mid and logan is good so it like all balances out. so they go back and forth the whole time, and logan and alex are teasing each other sooo bad oh my god. just like annoying to everyone else in the room levels of flirty mocking. (we played with water in the cups bc otherwise the balls get DISGUSTING, so you just move the cup to the side of the table when it's made. but if you get a ball in one of the side cups you have to dance? idk if this is a common rule but we called it dance cup lol. also an important rule: if you dont make a single cup you have to do a naked lap). alex is Struggling he is not making anything. he manages to get it into dance cup like three times tho. somehow it gets down to like lando and martin only need to make one more cup and logan and alex have two to go. alex Has to make it on this round or he's in grave danger of naked lap... idk some like logan giving tips etc. logan goes first on their turn and sinks it perfectly which leaves them 1-1... alex closes his eyes n takes a deep breath... shoots... nails it. he and logan lose their shit lol but martin and lando have a shot at redemption.. and they BOTH MISS! logan and alex W. some other duo is like we got winner but alex is like ok i'm done for the night lol i don't need any more chances at a naked lap. and logan also steps from the table so like lando and martin keep playing.
from there there's two directions i think it could go:
they go to a "rockin country redneck tavern" that night after logan is like oh i've got actual liquor up in my room if you want...
OR this is actually better i guess given how many more ideas i have abt this lol
alex actually leaves not long after the pong game for some reason (that i haven't decided on yet). but then the next weekend he gets dragged out to said country tavern by lando n george who are like dude we have to experience all of the bars here before we graduate and scatter to the winds!!!! (well. lando says that. george spent the last weekend + week frantically studying for an exam so he's like can we PLEASE go out and get shitfaced. PLEASE) anyways. alex doesnt really ask what this place is and they dont tell him so they get there and alex is like what the fuck is this. what.
they get drinks and sit down at a table for a bit, logan gets in w some friends and walks past and is like yoooo and chats w alex for a minute, except george and lando disappear to "get drinks" (with lots of eyebrow wiggles from behind logan). they r flirting obviously. lots of alex being like of Course you're here, all american boy vs logan being like and what country are we in right now, hot stuff? and then a line dance-y song comes on and the announcer is like 'last line dance of the night folks' (bc this bar switches over at abt 10pm to like. pop and rap etc.) and logan is like !!! and alex audibly groans but lets himself get dragged out bc logan is like you gotta have the full [i have not come up w a bar name that wont doxx me but pretend there's one here] experience. they do a silly line dance w alex just clumsily copying logan at first but by the end enjoying it laughing his ass off trying to mess logan up etc.
and then idk maybe the next song switches over as theyre like collapsing into each other dying laughing all breathless... and it's a very grind-y song (to stick w the beyonce theme... a la partition even tho that's not super 'realistic' im just struggling off the top of my head to come up w something better. fill in the blanks w ur imagination if u r smarter than me i guess) and they have this moment of like 'so are we doing this orrrr' and the dance floor gets hella crowded so theyre up on each other anyways so. they are in fact doing this. and then they dance for a While it's hot they get real sweaty lean in to each other's ears from time to time to point out funny things happening around them etc etc.
after a long while of that alex is like i need another drink. and logan is like yeah same so they go to the bar together. and alex buys their drinks. and then they just stand leaning on a wall for a bit, chatting and taking a breather. and logan is like 'cards on the table' and then tells alex he likes him. or is interested in him or whateverrrr and alex is like oh thank god. and then they go home and fuck nasty. basically!
#this got... long. LOLLLLLLLL#2302#once more not actually fic but if i ever have any hopes of finding this again lol#mine.snip
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ITSAY was beautifully shot but boring.
PP gives me the ick and I don’t know why.
Between Us and Cutie Pie 2 could have been an email. There was no reason for the spin off and the second season. The acting and storylines went downhill not that CP really had much of a storyline in the first place.
I don’t know if it’s the directors fault but Sammy almost always overacts.
When actors and actresses say they’ve never had a boyfriend/girlfriend or been in a relationship, ALMOST all of them are lying but not all. Fans will argue until they’re blue in the face that their fave is different and no one has claimed to be the ex of their fave so the actor is telling the truth about being forever single. That’s because the NDA was signed, sealed and delivered every night, babe. They are getting their back blown out and laying pipe like no one’s business but fans are making their lives difficult by wanting them to be cute little innocent virgins when they are grown. They all are probably fucking on each other too. The fans are 100% at fault for that fact that actors can’t have open relationships or live somewhat normal lives but none of us are willing to accept any blame. The unpopular part though: I want my favorite actors and actresses to be in relationships IF they want to be. I would like them to be happy since they make me happy. I think it’s selfish of fans to think otherwise. Let actors fuck 2k23 (I know this doesn’t apply for every actor or actress. Some are telling the truth, some are asexual, some are sex repulsed, some are religious, some have trauma, sexism and double standards when it comes the actresses definitely plays a part, etc. but fans need to realize actors and actresses are people too and they’re fucking beautiful and young and having fun)
itsay was beautifully shot but boring FOR YOU, who I'm assuming is more plot-focused than character-focused, and that's okay. but for girlies like me who LOVE shows that focus on every single detail of a character's development, it's the most interesting show in existence 😌 don't make generalizations of your own personal feelings 😘
pp is literally a cutie & an icon and you're wrong 😌
completely agree for cutie pie, didn't even watch between us bc I wasn't about to watch a sequel of a show I didn't even like 3 years later lol, even though I liked teamwin it deffo came way too late imo
sammy overacts bc her roles want that. it wasn't the case in 7 project for example, though the fact that she's barely been given serious roles keeps her from developing her acting further & makes overacting her specialty
"they are getting their back blown out and laying pipe like no one’s business" LMAOOOOOOOO ANON YOU KILLED ME WITH THIS ONE 😂 nah but for real, they do be fucking & dating lol, and anyone who thinks otherwise is fucking delusional. honestly I'm a nosy ass bitch but I'd literally sell my left kidney to know the tea of who fucked who 👀
xxx
#answers#itsay#this one came for my throat with the first two lmaoooooo#also I know some shit goes down at gmmtv behind close doors & that's all I will say lol
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@yumantimatter @evangelifloss
the tea party was super fun (im probably going to post my ch2 ~thoughts all in bulk when i reach the end since i didn't... have a whole lot to say about the date scenes tbh ^^;;; )
im running into a bit of a block re: theories because 1) idt ch1 gave me enough information on the specifics of the crime scenes, and 2) we haven't brought up my two major mental sticking points at all:
if pretty much everyone has motivation, why are we assuming there is only one killer?
if we're assuming there is only one killer, why were we so quick to rule out there being a 19th human?
elaboration on that latter one under the cut
the ushiromiyas are rich and got rich by being huge shitheads, there's no shortage for motivations outside of the family; covering their tracks by making this into an ~occult horror story~+ playing into beatrice's legend is maybe overly flashy, but not overwhelmingly out there. rokkenjima's small, but it isn't that small, and it's heavily forested; someone shows up via rowboat a day or so prior, camps out in the woods, then day of heads in through the boiler room or something- we've already stated they've been lax about security until pretty recently, and that there are a whole bunch of master keys floating around for the servants, and boom, you have an unknown factor.
with the exception of natsuhi and kanon we don't actually know the cause of death for anyone at all.
the first six were stated to have been disfigured after death and would have only needed to have been killed in literally any other way and hit with a weedwhacker or some shit over the course of 6 hours
eva and hideyoshi were barely examined, and you could easily fake the stake thing with a nonpowered hand drill and a large bit after killing them with another method. none of the survivors checked anything other than the bodies, briefly- if there were literally any human-sized hiding spots in the room, the killer could have just hidden until they left.
the receipt re: kinzo could have been noticed by whoever else entered and replaced after luring him out by pretending to be (for the sake of the idea that this is a normal human) beatrice; his body was burned, we have no clue what killed him.
nanjo/genji/kumasawa weren't examined at all
natsuhi was shot, and the description of her body was vague enough- iirc it was just "blood was running down her forehead"- to rule out the kids (who were already fucking panicking) misreading what happened
assuming kanon's perspective was accurate his death throws things for a loop a bit, since we know for a fact he was stabbed with the stake, but we're already doing implausible gun customization [how in the hell do you modify a double barreled rifle that takes 30x30 rounds to shoot one revolver bullet? if this gets explained please dont tell me], maybe they had an air powered launcher or some shit.
the kids aren't explained at all
like none of this is outside the realm of human possibility for a showstopping mystery performance, and aside from narrative convenience idk why we ruled it out!
playing within the established rules- it needs to either be one of the 18 or a witch- i have no real theories aside from it maybe being multiple members of the party cannibalizing each other, bc i do think its implausible for any one person to have killed all of the other 17 given what we presently know.
anyway, im assuming we'll be getting more and different information in round 2, so ill keep yall posted on my thoughts!
#real life mango#umineko#caveat that my memory isnt spotless and i mostly screencapped what was funny#which means im probably missing some major points#but this is spitballing anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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the 'flu recovery is kicking my ass but at least there's fruity firefighters' reaction dump':
get your flu shot's yall - i did and this is the worst, i cant imagine the flu with no shot
Ooooooh a bobby voice over ???? !!!!!!!!
Oh no, a bobby voice over 😭
Maddie, you worked in a hospital you know better lmao
... Isn't that the inside of maddies first apartment ?
I mean, she brought you her prize
it wouldn't be 911 if there wasn't an over the top ick /fond
the soundtrack this season has been top notch lmao
Poor buck is freezing out here
Did he really just nose goes a foot chase hahahahaa
"this just keep on getting weirder grosser" ftfy buck
oh Denny 😔😭
shes spooked bc trauma karen, trauma with a capital Eva
It sounds like the sponsor is making his goodbyes, and not the 'see you later' kind...
Josh double fisting coffee thermos' is giving me life - someone gif it pleaseee
I'm on team ghost - they owe us after last years tom foolery
ngl that got me jumping too
i mean it was pretty convincing tbh
I can see the look on Chimney's face - he wants that house
Eddie and Hen parent bonding my hearttt
Buck - I'm gonna need to hear more about those dreams. For science.
Girl I'd be moving across the country so fucking fast
Buck maybe don't ask that
Eddie is so done lmao
It's not even her fucking car 🤣💀
i mean s/o to them for being respectful in that situation. i know that irl they would be, but to see it actually portrayed on tv is really nice to see. i mean you had buck stepping further back to let her pass and making a show of putting his hands behind his back so there wasn't a chance she'd perceive him making a move towards her. i dont know if im just reading too much into it, or if it was a conscious decision made by oliver, but i really appreciate it.
The snark between the team is so good this season
Please don't tell me that's --
Oh sweet mother of
Thats freaking tragic holy christ
like I had a feeling after the cross opening but still
that man does not need any more pain
give him a good story line please
It's so great that he has Athena for this, the wisdom and love for Bobby that she has ♥
me too josh, me too
I freaking knew it, Chim is obsessed
but im betting not for buying, but solving that mystery
oh nevermind he's really going for it
does he know that the popularity means people will be at the house constantly
A WHOLE PHONE CONVERSATION WITH MY FAVORITE PEOPLE
???????!!!!!!!!!!!!
Congrats to Buck, I guess?
WAIT
That couple totally killed him
did they do dna yet? what if it wasn't his sponsor but someone that stole his watch in rehab and then crossed the owners and they killed that person? i mean all we have is the watch...
I can't believe we got Eddie playing video games on a phone conference like where's my technophobe bby?
this doesn't feel like a midseason break, tbh
OHHHHHHH Maddie jinxed it on purpose???
The sass with Maddie's eye roll hahahahaahaa
Hen and Karen are the best moms 😭😭😭
I can't stand Chimney lmao 💀
although tbf he did go through all the effort so like, i admire it
I knew this wasn't the end of Denny looking for his parents
pls dont end badly
pleaseeeeee
Eddie crashed on the couch snoring is canon YES
THEN CUT TO BUCK LIKE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO READ INTO THIS
BABY ONESIE ?
MADNEY CLUTCHING THE PAPERS ?!
HENREN SNOOZING LIKE LITTLE CUTIES
Bobby get your wife if you're going to sleuth damnit
WAS THAT BUCK ?!
WTF YOU DROP THAT AND I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MARCH
I can't wait for the fanfics to carry me through this hiatus
#911 spoilers#911 fox#911 on fox#im living for the husband snark buddie is giving#and im living for the love athena is oozing for bobby#and im living for how respectful they were to the car stealing sleep driver#also s/o to josh for embodying my exact level of caffeine consumption to be a functioning human#i feel so seen rn
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I LOVED HIT;RECORD!!!
The double bj?!?!?!? Dirty af!! So hot!!
I did have a question about one piece of dialogue:
“”Fuck, she liked that.”
“I knew she would.”
“So predictable.”
“They all are.”
God, they’re talking about you like you can’t hear them. And it’s turning you on much more than it should!”
What was meant by whoever said, “They all are?” Did he mean reader’s friends? But later she mentions that none of them have slept with either of them. Did they mean women in general? Was it said in service of the scene? Like general degradation? I figured it’s the latter, and then any other reading didn’t really jive with their caring attitudes toward her for the rest of it to me, but I figured I’d ask! Also, the whole, talking like she’s not there thing was so hot in general!!!! God!!!!
I also loved that even in this more PWP amazingness, I liked seeing readers thought processes about all the feelings things:
“Why is he so different tonight? Does he think you need this level of affection right now? Have you really gotten soft for him or is this the bliss tampering with your feelings? You bite your lip to keep from grinning, flinching when he lightly slaps you before gripping your chin in his wet fingers.
“Such a pretty whore.”
Yes. This is better. Stay out of that touchy territory.”
Also, the picture of Yoongi saying “You took all her lip gloss, lemme have this.” was way to damn clear and hilarious!!
Finally, before any smut stuff at all, this passage made me giggle only because of the image it conjured for me:
“”I can tell.” Yoongi laughs, earrings swaying with his shoulder bobs.”
Why did i immediately picture big gold hoops here 💀💀💀💀 had to go back and be like, fuck… no, short silver dangly ones. Maybe i was too sleepy on the first read lol. Will definitely be going back for more. Ofc to make sure I didn’t miss anything, of course…
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BUSSSS omfg this is.. hold on let me collect myself!
ok ok i'm ready. they meant women in general sdklfsd they were just being little shits bc they knew reader would like that :'))) but yeah the rest of the time they were just saying "her/she" instead of in general. i think her sucking the soul out of both of them did something to warrant that LMAO i want them to talk as if i'm not there :(((( why can't this be MEEEE
yes! i don't think i can write a pure pwp without feelings hahaha i love weaving in all the little details even if it's a one-shot! thank you so much for noticing and point that out.. especially the yoongi part!
AHAHAH YES the lip gloss line! he just wanted a taste :(( and the imagery of the earrings! the gold hoops I CANTTTT omfg let's imagine this reader wanting to see what gold hoops would look like on him and him being reluctant but begrudgingly going along. now i'm just mush.
oh yes... have to do another read through for.... research purposes yes yes...... (thank you so much for reading!! i love your commentary as always you're amazing!)
#i love this!#thank you so much for reading<33#🚌 anon#asks:hitrecord#hit;record#lovely people#*ryenfictalk#mailbox💌
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Stupid ugly men who think they're hot and smart coming into the café and trying to one up me on coffee knowledge while I'm the one MAKING THEIR DRINK and who WORKS AT A CAFE... Die explode melt be torn asunder
#Yes you stupid bottom feeder phillistine I know what a dry cappuccino is#And you don't have to tell me to do a double shot bc I fucking WORK HERE and know we pull them as standard anyways. Die#Dude looked like if you put ozzy from survivor in a microwave for 3 minutes and then shoved him into a laundromat tanning bed for 5 hours
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heyyyy, what do you think it would be like with Revenant and a reader who’s naturally flirty and all “You know you love me” or “i’ll give you a kiss if you ____~~”. Basically another Mirage but less self depressive and scared
I think you're thinking more Loba than you are Mirage ieghierh.
But! Sure! I'll edit this a little bit and have the reader be more like the type to flirt with death as a double pun!
!!!Though this post is SFW, this blog is not, minors plz do not follow me but this post is okay to like/rb!!!
Warnings: SFW, kinda-ish suggestive only bc of the types of flirting, like rated T ya know, tsundere Revenant as per usual
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Revenant doesn't really have an opinion on you right off the bat when you enter the arena. At first, you're just another competitor. Another blood bag to wipe the floor with, nothing more, nothing less. It's only when he's on the opposite squad to you and you take him down with a swift, piercing shot from a Kraber and march happily over to his downed body- to oh so happily plop down into his lap, whipping out a thick dagger and pressing it to his temple and cheerily saying, "Who knew the Grim Reaper wasn't to be feared after all?" Does he really start to consider otherwise.
You're cheeky. You're fearless. You're flirty. And you're an annoying bug buzzing around him and making his metal plating crawl. The problem is, the sponsors realize this, and put you two together. He tries to tell you off, snarling and telling you not to get in his way. But you bat your big fucking eyes and croon, "Do I get a reward if I obey?"
He doesn't know how to reply. Just scoffs a 'gah!' at you and pushes you by your face to the side as you laugh. But the problem is, it affects him. And you realize this. Following him like a goddamned puppy and pushing his buttons. Flirting left and right, making him feel all weird and...and...and-
Human.
You call him handsome, you call him cute, you compliment his aim- hell you even climbed to the roof to find him at some point and sat with him even when he grumbled at you to go away. You'd just told him he needed the company, and if he wanted you gone, to say it like he meant it.
You're a bug that needs to be dealt with. So he does. Outside the ring of a match, pinning you in the hallway of the quarters in the dead of night. You're wet from a shower, and you don't even gasp or look alarmed when he pins you. Worse thing is, he's..
He's almost happy you don't look scared.
"Hey, big guy!" You cheerily say, squirming a bit as his clawed grip keeps you pinned by your shoulders. "I mean. I'm more of a morning sex kinda person, but we can go a round for midnight-"
"I'm not looking for sex." He'd snarl and not even feel certain of it. Feeling his processors heating up with just the oh so casual way you'd set it and bat your fucking eyes-
"You sure?" You interrupt his thought process, making him see just how close you two are. He's got a leg slid between yours, your head lolled to the side openly, your hands pressing to his chest as if to keep distance between you two like he'd come any closer. "Cause I'll have to ask you to take me to dinner- or at least go and get snacks."
"Why do you act like that?" He finally snaps. Feeling that twist in his system. That little snap that makes him flicker, picturing his clawed hands as human. How his arms become clad in what appears like a suit for a moment. How you twist him up. Stupid, flesh-suited, pathetic-
"I think you're nice to look at." You interrupt his thoughts again, a smile on your face and looking so sincere that he considers skinning your face off just to make you stop looking at him like that. "And I think your voice is nice. Even when you sound mad."
It's so earnest. So gentle. So sincere. He's silent for a few moments, optics spinning as his eyes flicker over your face. But you don't laugh, don't pull the rug out from under him, just smile and look almost hopeful up at him.
He huffs, scoffing and pushing off your shoulders. His face plating feels warm, his processors kicking into high drive and fans trying to keep him cool. And you must hear it, because your smile gets bigger, looking overjoyed as you speak, "So that's a no to sex but yes to dinner?"
"...Don't push your luck." Revenant growls. "You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day, flesh suit."
"Sir, yes, sir." You say, mockingly saluting him and making his wires give a jolt that he can only describe as fondness.
Gross.
#Revenant#Revenant x reader#apex legends#sfw#headcanons#imagines#princess talks#Tis the Halloween vibes! So Revenant gets some love oerhurioh
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addicted - l.sy
‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”
pairing: sangyeon x female! reader
word count: 7.0k
genre: angst, fluff, suggestive
theme: gang au sorta??
warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians
a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D
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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.
“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.
Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.
“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.
“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”
“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”
“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.
“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.
I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?
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On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”
I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.
“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.
I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.
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Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.
My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.
The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.
After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.
“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.
“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”
“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.
As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.
But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.
Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.
He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.
“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.
My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter. “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.
“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.
He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.
“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.
I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.
“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.
“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.
“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.
Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.
“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.
“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.
He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”
“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.
His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”
I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”
Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.
“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.
“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.
“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.
Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.
“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.
“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches his hands into a fist.
“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?
Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.
He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.
Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.
The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.
20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.
In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.
Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs my wrists and leans in.
“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”
I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”
A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”
Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.
He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.
Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.
“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.
“What?” I whisper, shocked.
“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties. Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.
“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.
“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.
“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.
“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.
After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.
“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.
Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.
“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.
“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.
“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.
He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.
“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.
“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.
“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.
Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.
“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.
“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.
“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.
Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.
“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.
Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.
“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.
Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.
“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.
“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.
He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.
“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.
“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.
“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.
“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.
Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.
“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.
“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.
Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.
I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.
~
Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.
“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.
I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.
“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.
Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.
“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.
“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.
Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.
After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.
“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.
After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.
“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.
He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.
“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.
Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.
The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.
“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.
“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.
After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.
“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.
“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.
“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.
“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.
“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.
“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.
“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.
“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.
“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.
I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”
Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.
That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.
“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.
He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.
“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.
“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.
“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.
Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.
After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.
I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.
~
Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.
One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.
“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.
Sangyeon sat up next to me. “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.
I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”
He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.
Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.
A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.
As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.
“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.
“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.
“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.
Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”
Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.
“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.
“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.
“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”
My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.
“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.
“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.
“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.
“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.
As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.
Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.
I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had. “Help m-” BOOM!
Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.
The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.
Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.
Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?
“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.
“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.
I nod my head slowly.
“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.
Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.
After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.
“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.
“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.
Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.
“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.
“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.
~
“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.
“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.
“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.
We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.
I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.
“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.
“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.
Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.
“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.
“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.
“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.
“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.
“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.
“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.
“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.
“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.
I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.
“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.
“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.
“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.
“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.
~
June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.
Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.
Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.
“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.
“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.
Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.
“I love you so much y/n l/n.”
“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”
“You’re mine forever.”
“And I'm yours.”
well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe
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ghhgh can i get a madcom matchup please? the brainrot is REAL. I'm a trans guy, he/him, 5'5, pale bc who sees sunlight anymore, on the chubbier side, with blonde (light brown?) hair and freckles! I'm charismatic, a jokester, and my heart is bigger than my brain. I'm the friend who wants to go on adventures and do crimes, and i'll cover any booboos with cartoon banaids bc hell yeah. i love to play video games and love to cook too! I'm a crybaby and have a hard time shutting up abt things i love
omg op come here so I can hug u... CARTOON BANDAIDS. YOU ARE SO CUTE!?!?!?!?!? also I felt that madcom brainrot shit way too hard. Enjoy :]!!!
You got a match! You're matched with...
Deimos!
<3
Definitely met him at an some type of con
Wow they still have those in NEVADA???
He recognized a reference on your shirt and wanted to talk to you smack then and there
Boom bam pow best friends instantly
You two fit like two peas in a pod, constantly bouncing off of each other in improv situations
You fail to notice how he constantly peeks at you and your face, he likes your freckles a lot :]
You invite him to your house because it was late at night, but he offered to take you back to his place instead /nsx
You agreed because Of Course
He tells you about cool technology facts during the walk home :) he even felt comfortable enough to hold your hand awww
Unfortunately the sweet moments didn't last too long because this is Nevada, obviously
Some punks decided to blast down the street BLASTING music
They seemed rowdy and janky, and generally disrespectful
Some of them noticed you two walking along and the car began to slow down near you two
"You guys better not be doing any gay shit!" One of them shouted
Others were being rude and shouting very offensive things
Deimos glared DAGGERS at them
Meanwhile without a second thought you stole Deimos' secret gun from his bag and whipped around, firing a warning shot straight past one of the guys' head
You batted your eyelashes at their shock
"You guys gonna keep being homophobic? Cause I can keep shooting, and this time it'll aim straight at every one of you guys' heads!"
The driver made a quick u-turn and ZOOMED
You muttered something along the lines like "yeah thats right run away like cowards"
You gave Deimos back his gun and he was OOOOOHH
He freaked out, saying stuff like "I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE GOOD AT HANDLING GUNS???"
"Deimos this is Nevada what do you expect"
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN"
He now thinks you're cute AND cool as fuck
Obviously he begged for you to play some first person shooters after he introduced you to everyone else
He loved it no regerts
God you two really do just swing well together
You cooked breakfast for everyone the next morning, and Deimos automatically rose out of the bed from that good ass SMELL
Don't tell any of the other guys but he liked your cooking the best
He got too eager and burned his hand on the food lol
You smiled devilishly
"My time has come"
You whipped out a cartoon bandaid out of nowhere and placed it gently on Deimos' burn, even kissing it a little 😳
"How do you keep DUMBFOUNDING ME"
Later that day he just straight up. Asked you to date him. Out of the blue
"Hey lol wanna date"
"Holy shit," you had to do a double take to process that
Hell yeah fuck shit up and shoot people
-yours and deimos' motto
Deimos is so fun to write he's just a very chaotic good gen z themed man,, hope you liked it OP!! Thank you for requesting :3
#madness combat matchup#madness combat deimos#deimos#mc deimos#madcom deimos#madness combat#madness combat x reader#he knows a thing or two about tax evasion
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There is something that makes me so uncomfy about the fact that they think that just because we ship two characters it's always going to be inherently about them having sex and that "allosexuals are only focused on sex" like... no?? I write fanfiction I never write smut bc I'm not good at it and I don't think its always necessary. I prefer to focus on the romance and that's perfectly fine. I still enjoy the occasional smut reading but it truly isn't about that for everyone.
ALSO, when did it become okay to talk about someone in a term that they didn't consent to being called? Why am I suddenly called allosexual because I'm not asexual or aromantic? Like I get when they use it to differentiate but they have quite literally moved on to using it as an insult "oh the allos this and the allos that" and it's always so condescending?? Why??? Because I want romance and sex in my life? I should think there's something very ironic about them saying that people hate them because they don't want sex when they treat people who do like they're weird for wanting it.
I didn't even know what asexuality was before like, this year? I just thought, if you don't want sex or romance you don't want it and thats fine and if you do (As long as its consensual) thats fine too!
this whole argument (which is so dumb to begin with) has brought out some ugly sides of certain people and I'm pretty sure it's not the ones minding their business
CFAU is 400k words, plus however long the other one shot I have on AO3 is. I probably have close to 450k/half a million words up on AO3 alone. I would say there's at the very least ten times more than that spread out here between random asks, prompts, ficlets, and fandoms. While there are hints of sex scenes, there isn't any smut. At all. Anywhere. (Not for y'alls lack of trying tho.) That's not why I ship. The fact that they've turned shipping into this weird concept of "they just want these characters to fuck" is almost an indication that they think about sex more than we do. Sure, duh, if they're an OTP I want them to have sex in canon because who doesn't want that for their ship? But that's certainly not my sole or even main concern.
Look, they're going to foam at the mouth for this one because we've established that they hate to hear the truth but...they're not oppressed. People need to understand the difference between "I identify as this thing which puts me in a category that the majority of the population doesn't fall under, ergo I statistically am in a/the minority" and being an OPRESSED minority. The two are NOT THE SAME. No one has ever been fired from their job, denied housing, historically been violently discriminated against, or have laws passed specifically to take their rights away for *checks notes* not wanting to experience romance or have sex. That's simply not a real thing. Meanwhile the "evil allosexual" trans, gays, and lesbians out here are living through some of the most actually oppressive and violent years in all of history. 2021 was the deadliest year for trans people. Ever. Republicans are actively trying to take gay rights back to the 1940s. THAT is real oppression, not a stranger on the internet you could literally choose to ignore telling you some character you like isn't "ace". Go outside. There's people that are dying, Kim.
I'm also petty and stubborn so it kinda just makes me wanna double down now that they've turned Kate and Yelena into this weird battleground between them and "the allos" (derogatory) lol. At this point I just want Kate and Yelena to fuck in every corner and every surface of New York. No kitchen counter or alley left intact. Go forth and do it everywhere, all day long, year round my darlings. Don't even take water breaks. It's only 24/7/365 of deep, intense, soul changing, earth shattering, transcendental sex and love for them.
#this whole thing is so idiotic to me#all they had to do was not try to enforce their nonexistent canon#and try to shove it down people's throats#its so simple#yet here they are acting like we came into their house and punched their dog#lgbt#rants#anonymous#answers#kateyelena
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Something my mutual pointed out while we were speaking and I wanna know your thoughts on it, no pressure. (My mutual's words, not mine and I got permission from them to share it):
‟I have a eerie feeling that Maki's family enforces extremely strict gender norms. I don't know why though. Her mom honestly seems like another victim in the situations. Since there was proof along in the manga saying that "You've sidelined mom!" implying that her mother was allegedly doing well before meeting/marrying/beginning a romantic relationship with her father.
Now, due to Maki having trouble with her body and having a...complicated relationship with femininity, her father and brother's body-shaming and rude comments affect her even more. Stuff like "Your arms are getting fatter" and "Aren't you over-doing your work out?" pretty much speaks volumes and kind of makes me think that they think that (mostly the ones they find women "small and delicate." It's pretty much like the One Piece women situation where there's only two body types: Supermodel figure and Old Hag figure
Oh and her brother's misogyny and double standards? Even worse. It pretty much shows that he doesn't really see women on the same level as men, as shown as he was baby-talking his girlfriend—which I found extremely uncomfortable and weird, but maybe that's just me. His true colours really showed when Maki (rightfully) called him out on his possible hypocrisy (saying that the nether is a dangerous place, yet he has went in it twice) and he said "You're a woman!"
To me I wish Maki would've called him out on his behaviour and sexist ways more but, they were in a life or death situation..
Pretty much, her father and brother contributes onto why she has problems with her body. All bodies of different shapes and sizes are beautiful, don't let anyone think otherwise”
That's it
- 🎲 anon
Oh the wife and I were just talking about this actually! She got to the Company Two arc and the Oze arc this morning.
Gonna put it under the cut for season 2 spoilers and bc it's probably gonna be longer than it should lol
Ok first off 100% agree with whatever the FUCK is her brother's issue. That weird fixation he has on gatekeeping Maki I honestly feel like it surpasses her parents. By a long shot. Idk if its a combination of the ideas he morphed from his parents, being in the military and all that "guy" time/"locker room" talk, or if he has a sibling rivalry with Maki. If it was a golden child vs other child I could understand it more. As Maki is certainly doted on a little more than the first born is but it's not that cut and dry and when the weird amount of anger he has at Hinawa "corrupting" and "manipulating" Maki just honestly goes past even their parents. The brother is a piece of shit. I didn't even like him at the end. I wanted Maki to punch him in the nuts and tell him to fuck off.
As for her parents, I'm going to play the devils advocate for them both here. Where I see it's easy to point out "Her dad is a bad guy, her mom is a victim and both of them control Maki" I just wholeheartedly don't believe that's the case.
From the conversation we got with the actual parents (who seem to have genuine feelings for each other and communicate well), it seems both of them were continuing their military careers until Maki's mom got pregnant. It sounded like she was working even while they dated and were married. But it seemed like the dynamic took on a new form once kids came into the picture.
And frankly, that's what happens. Things drastically change when you bring kids into it. You can't keep doing the same thing. And who's to know if her mom had an easy pregnancy? It might have not been an easy time (bc its not even easy when you do have a smooth pregnancy) Discounting if it was a hard pregnancy or not. The fact is problems pop up.
What if her mom wanted to breastfeed exclusively? What if her mom couldn't handle going back to work and post partum? What if there just wasn't enough support outside their marriage to help a new mom who wanted to do things a certain way? (as we saw she was and is a stubborn woman)
Taking into consideration all the things you feel and want for your kid(s) when you bring them into the world. The fact her mom stayed home just makes more sense. If she's breastfeeding it wouldn't make sense for her husband to stay home. If his salary is higher paying it doesn't make sense to take the pay cut (kids are expensive). These are all questions that my wife and I had to deal with when planning for our son. And I think to treat their situation different bc "ones a man and ones a woman" is just looking to be pissed about something. I stayed home. Giving birth was hard. Having a baby is hard. I miss my work of course. But I don't regret my choice to be a stay at home mom.
I don't feel like the mother was ever a victim. Bc frankly she still holds control over her husband and her kids and her home. Maki's dad was very doting on their mom and very clearly in love with her. And her mom obviously has the final say when they're acting up at the table so I don't feel like she was a forced housewife that just did what her husband wanted. She's a mom who values being a mom and that's part of her identity. Which is totally as legit as people who choose to not have that be a big part for their lives.
As for the "forcing Maki" back from the 8th. I honestly get it. I will with every fiber of my being dissuade my son from going into the military. It's bad enough he has to sign up for the draft. Bc if I could guarantee a job that's well paying, safe and close to home, no freaking duh I'd want him to do that. No parent (worth a damn) wants their kid in danger and wants to give their kid the world. Obviously as parents we learn in the end that our kids will do and make choices on their own. Whatever they might be but we always worry about them being safe and coming home to us.
I think the only way it would have really been depicted as "abusive" is if her parents didn't get past it. If they still spent all their time trying to control Maki. But they don't. After Maki states her wants and needs they accept it without a second thought. They don't try to keep making her do what they want. Or gaslighting her into thinking she can't do it. They just let her do what she feels is right with their support.
Between Maki and her parents I def feel like there was some communication issues and accepting your kid isn't you little baby is hard. But they grew from it and it changed so I don't think her parents are that terrible. They're just worried parents. Her brother on the other hand, is gross. And I don't know where the fuck he got his weird ideas from honestly. Their dad is not that bad.
#sorry that got long XD#the brother is gross and creepy and i was so bummed hes hot#sighs#ill stick to kurono bc hes pretty much what he is <3#three.talks#🎲.♡#anon#fire force#enn enn no shouboutai#enen no shouboutai#maki oze
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part two to the phone call
So i'm only half paying attention now bc i've been thinking about sex for too long and I'm horny and tempted to hang up on him so i can go take care of that but then A turns sexy and i do not like it
"she just looked so small under my hands yknow? and if this is tmi just tell me okay sweets, but i spent a good five minutes with my tongue tracing her belly button and those belly button fetish jokes were a little too real for my liking"
"THATS EXACTLY HOW I FELT WITH THE FOOT MASSAGE BYE"
"I completely get it, it's weirdly intoxicating to be living something you joke with your friends about"
"i know exactly what you mean but continue"
"right so i'm there licking up the last bits of tequila left on her skin and all I'm thinking about is holy shit i could snap this girl in half if i wanted to, and of course I'm not being literal but she was just so damn petite"
it's important to note that A is a built guy, he's got quite a big frame so a lot of girls are petite to him
so i tease him about it obviously "well someone has a size kink"
"oh darling you have no fucking idea. anyway so this girl isn't moving so i assume she doesn't mind that i'm having some fun with her torso but of course I double check that she wants me to continue and get her consent and turns out she's enjoying it as much as I am? So as I'm licking her, and i know that sounds with but bear with me, she takes one of my hands and starts fucking deepthroating my thumb"
girl i acc don't know if I can finish typing this all out bc i'm getting horny again at just the thought of him doing all this djsghxkfhjdg
i have zero feelings for A but cmon who tf can resist a man like him
2/2
No I swear this is like reading a fic 😩 body shots of tequila?? Like please? How did this girl even survive, I feel like I would just let him keep licking for as long as he wanted oh my god
And the size kink? And how respectful he seems? I can’t stop my brain from purring right now, I would not survive meeting this man and I know it!! Holy shit
#asks answered <3#ff anon#2/2#I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye#like ever#I would get all fluttery#feelings or no feelings#it just sounds like he’s living off bde and frustration#my brain is mushy#eughhhhh#18+
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