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WAIT I HAVE A THOUGHT! ok i have two i think it could turn into more but price using his military rank to either a) get someone to back off of sunshine!reader and marissa OR b) sunshine calls him captain during sex OR c) HE USES IT IN BOTH OF THOSE SITUATIONS IN THE SAME FIC 👀👀 …are those weird? idk but if you feel up to it this is a request for you to work your magic on this please and thank you

A/N: uhm, don't look at me nonnie, I got too carried away🫣

Rank me

Summary; As a Captain, Price has an air of authority not everyone does. One day when he returns from base, he finally makes you admit why you find that trait of his particular attractive

Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot

Word count; 9.3k

Warnings; smut (18+, no minors please), captain!kink, vaginal fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, slight edging, d/s themes,

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

SUNSHINE UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

You sit opposite John, elbow resting against the armrest, head propped up by your fingers. He's seated in one of the two armchairs on the other side of your coffee table while you're sitting on your couch. A folder rests partly on the armrest of his seat and the unoccupied armchair beside him. A few more maps, although closed, were placed on the table.

You're not nosy with John's work, so the seemingly inconspicuous folders aren't what's gotten your attention. The man reading through them does.

John's elbow relaxes on the armrest while his lower back is curved, sunken into his seat, legs spread with feet planted firmly on the ground.

You'd tried to remind him of his posture, knowing he probably would complain about his back if he sat like that for too long. When you had, those blue eyes had flickered to yours with an appreciative look as he repositioned himself straight. However, he didn't last like that for long before slowly melting downwards again, retaking his 'I have a bad back but won't do anything about it pose'.

Although, as you now watch him working, it isn't a chide resting on your tongue.

John has returned to active duty, the past week being his first one back since he extended his issued downtime by a week after his most recent deployment, the one during late summer. You learned there's a big difference between active duty and deployed, never even coming close to either despite that martial course you took a few years back. The former meant you often were stationed on your home base, able to go back and forth home if you desired, much like ordinary work. The latter entailed 'a little field trip' as John worded it.

Today, John came to your place as soon as he got off from base, much like he'd done a few times during the week.

You didn't fuss about spending less time with him than when he was on leave. Not only was it John's job, but there were no regulations for contacting him, so he called the days you didn't meet. Often, the description of his day was brief, only defined somewhat if anything varied from his typical routine. John was usually more interested in how you were and whether you'd done something interesting. If your day had been equally bland, he enjoyed just listening to whatever was on your mind. Today, however, no phone call replaced his absence.

You and John planned to spend the weekend together at your place, and much like he'd promised, he called you once on his way. But, rather than a simple heads-up, he also informed you he would bring some paperwork, his superiors pushing a last-minute request upon him as he was about to leave. You suspected he was permitted to leave base with the documents through his involvement in the 141, not solely because his response ideally -another word for required- would be reported back tonight.

You've learned a great deal about how John likes to work, even if you've been fortunate to develop your relationship with him in a particularly deployment-free time window of his.

He prefers keeping work and home separate, not wanting the two words to bleed together in favour of your relationship. John explained why when you didn't understand his frustration about bringing some work with him back home during your earlier call.

Deployments cut into your shared time as it fits, the two of you having to work around it rather than the other way around. Therefore, he intends to limit work to base to savour your time while on active duty or ahead of a leave. If that meant staying a day or so longer after returning from a mission where logistics needed to be taken care of, as he'd done during the summer and your first extended period apart, he said he would make that choice. And if there's an increased load of executive planning and paperwork due to an upcoming operation, his approach is the same.

He explained that, in the past, he'd very much blurred the lines, seeing how being alone and doing nothing for long periods left him restless. But with you in the picture, John tried to balance it. And just like that, you understood his dilemma tonight. He didn't want to make it a habit: filling the time he spent with you working.

You'd tried to compromise, not that you technically could, as he needed to finish his report no matter what. But, you tried to ease John's mind, telling him that sometimes it happened, just like it probably would for you. That was why you also proposed spending time in each other's company by working on your separate stuff, so he didn't feel like he took time away from you.

For you, that was just fine. It had already been an informal workday for you, meaning no meetings and no contact with clients, simply organising stuff and getting ahead on projects for the upcoming week. Continuing with that for a bit longer was no problem.

Your sluggish day of labour was apparent, as you hadn't even changed out of your sleeping shirt. Neither had you scampered to get a pair of pants when John knocked on your door, favouring to simply greeting him as you were.

He'd been surprised at seeing your state of undressed, rather bare-legged with only underwear beneath his black t-shirt, one of those he left behind earlier during the week.

Though not surprised like him, you were as delighted as all the other days he'd stopped by, spoiled rotten with seeing him dressed like this.

Like most days this week, that implied some getup per military standard. Today, John wore fitted cargo pants and an army sweater that got the quarter-zip open, offering a view of the tight-fitted shirt beneath it.

He'd greeted you in his same old fashion, a 'hello, love' as he stepped forward and over the threshold to meet you with a kiss. What followed, however, was a hummed 'can get used to bein' greeted like this' against your lips as he parted from you.

He'd ushered you backwards to let him enter and hide you from any potential neighbours passing by your entrance to see your scantily clad figure.

You didn't object as he closed the door behind him and put down his bag before kneeling to unlace his heavy boots. Instead, your eyes had flittered over his haunched form as he rucked loose his laces before standing straight again, hooking the back of his shoes beneath his toes and stepping out of them.

He'd followed you into your living room then, deciding to sit opposite you to avoid disturbing the corner you'd set up on the couch, where your computer and blue-light glasses waited.

Currently, your laptop rests on a pillow in your lap. The glasses you'd invested in, purely because of the copious amount of time you spent before a screen through work, resting on the bridge of your nose. Yet, you're currently using neither as you should.

The same black standby screen stares at you now as when you'd gone to greet John when he arrived two hours ago. And, your glasses don't serve their purpose of shielding your vision from electronic lights, concerning your attention is directed towards the burly figure of a man sitting so leisurely opposite you.

You hadn't seen John in his work clothes many times. Technically, you'd never seen him geared up and probably never would. So, the closest thing you would get was the standard dressing code he needed to adhere to on base. Up until this week, you'd barely even seen that.

Whereas now and for a few months ahead, the military would cling to him whenever he came around straight from work and spent the night, leaving in a similar-styled fashion in the morning concerning active duty often meant early mornings on base for John, either for a workout regime, meetings or supervising cadets. Between those instances, while unwinding with you, he changed into something more comfortable.

That was why your time of admiring John in these clothes was brief. And yet today, you got to indulge in one of the considerably fewer instances when he didn't immediately change after greeting you and borrowing your shower. In fact, this night was a total break in the routine.

Your eyes drop to the bag beside the armchair John occupies.

He'd said he would take his usual post-work-freshening-up shower after finishing the most pressing report. But, he'd gotten stuck in the typical workflow that was difficult to break, reaching for another map of documents rather than the bag resting by his feet. Maybe you should've reminded him, but you didn't.

The honourable reason? You didn't want to disturb John when noting the pile of documents to read had staggered to a measly two compared to the stack he'd brought. The selfish reason making your attention stray considerably more than his laser-focused one? You wanted to savour his appearance a bit longer.

You knew the visible neckline of the shirt beneath his sweater teased about what was underneath, namely a compression shirt fitted to accentuate John's muscled torso rather than hide it, a sight drool-worthy by itself. But the jumper wasn't a villain for hiding it. In your opinion, it added to it, making the blue-eyed man appear even broader than he already was, as if he could envelop you simply with his frame, tucking you within the expanse of his shoulders.

Despite how John managed to look so good in clothes produced for durability rather than fashion, it wasn't necessarily the clothes making you unable to rip your eyes off of him.

As always, your eyes drag over John's body until your gaze latches onto the embroiders littered over the sweater.

On the upper part of his chest, in an easily read, nothing fancy, standard military font, the precise writing of Price is visible. The lettering, placed square in sight on his right pectoral, stands out in a lighter blue text rather than the dark navy composing the sweater. On the opposite side, in the same-letter style, SAS. Sewn onto the right arm of his jumper is a badge-like British flag, so his unit's emblem. Symbols stating his rank also adorn his clothing, marks that your civilian eye probably wouldn't be able to interpret if you didn't already know he was a Captain.

That is why you like seeing John in his work attire.

The air around him changes. His typical calm stoicism tenfolds, acting as a reminder that his presence demands respect.

It wasn't a shift that screamed for attention, not hollered as a command to notice. You believe it's because it simply blends with John's personality at home so well. Either his work-life had engrained it into his DNA, so it always was a part of him no matter where he went. Or those traits had always been his fortes, even before serving in the military. You didn't know for sure which was correct.

Nonetheless, John's calm, secure and disciplined persona reached new heights. He looked like a man in charge.

It was almost mortifying how affected you got when he dressed like this. And yet, it was just something about John in dark blue or army green attires, with his rank so underwhelmingly stated but so evidently sensed, that made a part of you quiver in excitement.

Yeah, that Captain John Price was a weakness of yours was clear as fucking day.

"You doing good over there, Captain?" Blue eyes shift from the papers he held over his lap to meet your gaze.

You always revel in how swiftly his attention shifts to you when you use his rank. You didn't do it often. After all, at home, he wasn't Captain. But sometimes, even you used the alias.

"Mm, all good, love". John's answer was slow, eyes flickering over you before nodding, his eyes falling to the paper before him again.

"The Captain fancying a cup of tea?"

This time, John didn't move his head. He only glanced up, almost watching you through his eyebrows. "Wouldn't mind". The reply was short, his voice rough. Not grumpy, annoyed or anything like that. Simply profound.

You flash him a smile, pushing your computer aside and setting your glasses on the keyboard. As you stand from the couch, you stretch your legs.

You catch John's eyes lowering and you bet he didn't abstain from trailing them down your bare legs as you jostle the tingles out of them. Smiling to yourself, you head into the kitchen.

Fine, sometimes you may use his rank solely for his reaction.

You argue he shouldn't react like that. It's understandable he barely reacts to it when the boys of 141 use it just as much as his government name when addressing him. He must be used to it. So sure, surprise could be the reason in your instance. At the same time, it shouldn't, regarding it holds no value, no substance, when you use his rank.

Still, you've noticed it seemingly carries some weight.

The most common reaction you'd gathered was how swiftly you earned his attention. Nearly every time, you suppressed a grin at how it worked like clockwork. A sharp flicker of his eyes, gaze intense. You've also noticed how his head cock, eyes seemingly searching yours before they often slipped down your figure as he returned to whatever had his attention previously. And then it was how John eventually answered you. Sometimes, he cleared his throat before speaking, others not. Both choices provide a reply of comparable nature. Without exceptions, his voice was deep.

John's smokey, baritone voice was always pleasant to listen to. There were no edges, even though he wasn't afraid to remain silent between his sentences. And when he filled those with the occasional hum, a purr threatened to spill from your lips to how the low cord melted like liquid gold into your ears. And yet, his voice usually became gruffer when he spoke as a Captain in a professional setting.

You'd registered it when he once had taken a phone-call to book a time for a meeting with someone named Laswell or when he reprimanded one of the guys in a borderline-serious manner when you met them at a pub during one of their parallel leaves. The firmness in those deeply spoken sentences wasn't present when you dropped a 'Captain' while talking to him.

But there was something else. Something under your skin just begging you to consider it's awfully close to a particular lustful drawl of John's. The one you regard as utterly and painfully arousing. If not for the truth, then for your lustful desires.

You lean against the counter as you wait for the water to boil, arms crossed over your chest.

Facing the living room, you watch the only fascinating thing there.

John just about placed the stack of papers he'd been reading back into its corresponding map, leaning forward to position it on top of the rest. Leaning back again, you notice how he sighs from the quick movement of his chest while opening the last lacklustre folder beside him. Leaving it open, John takes out the reports by gripping its stapled corner, swiftly picking up the reading again. As he does, he notches his thumb beneath his jaw, index finger swiping back and forth over his lower lip, brows pulling together.

If not for the kettle signalling it's ready, you would've gotten stuck there, rooted in place as you take in the sight of the incredibly handsome man, your handsome man, so engrossed in his work.

Preparing your respective beverages is easy. The task is something you've done countless times by now. So, within minutes, you're heading towards the seating arrangement with your respective mugs.

John notices your presence before his attention shifts to you, noticeable from how he pulls his stretched-out leg back towards him so you can step between his seat and the coffee table. Yet those blues flicker to you with an appreciative look right before you turn to settle his cup of tea on the tabletop.

You set the mug down momentarily, reaching for a protective coaster. Placing the circular piece of wood close to the cup, you rearrange it to rest atop it instead.

That could've been it. You could've just wandered back to your seat, either in an attempt to work or admire the view again. But no.

"There you go, Captain". You shift to face John with an innocent smile, gesturing to the cup from where steam curls upwards, filling the closest proximity of air with a spicy but soft scent of herbs. His hand has fallen from his jaw. Now, it rests on top of the folder at the armrest as he gazes at you, blues-eyes truly observing you.

You don't know why the seemingly innocent eye contact makes you squirm. But from how John watches you, a feverish sensation rushes through your body, heating you from the inside under the scrutiny of his gaze.

The concoction of having John dressed like he is, watching you as he does and your lecherous imagination does wonders to lighten your belly on fire. You bite your lip, about to return to your seat, when John sits up, abruptly halting your attempt.

The swift thought of 'he's reaching for his mug' is wiped away immediately as he instead reaches for you.

He circles the back of your neck with his big hand and tugs you down enough to meet him in a kiss. A soft, surprised noise vibrates against his lips, your eyes widening in reaction to his unexpected action, as opposed to his, which slips close.

"Such a darlin' to me, you know that?" John hums the word against your lips. And even if you like doing these small things for him because you see how much he enjoys them, your breath hitches, making John's eyes flutter open.

When meeting your still wide-eyed expression, his lips bow upwards beneath his beard before his hand falls from your neck. This time, he reaches for the mug.

As you straighten, your cup clutched against your stomach, John slouches backwards again.

"It's nothing", you reply to the man who looks too fucking indecent for still being fully dressed from the way his thighs fall outwards.

"It's everythin'", John insists. Your heart makes a dangerous leap as his baritone voice travels straight down.

The way he's watching you doesn't help at fucking all as you feel a surging need to squeeze your legs together, something that would be embarrassingly noticeable from John's position.

Rather than answering, mouth incredibly dry all of a sudden, you only return his appreciation with a small smile.

That his eyes follow you when you head back to your seat is apparent, your heart continuing its elevated rhythm with each step you take and his attention on your back. But when you sit down, facing him again, he's back to reading, the mug resting against his thigh.

Much like John, you should go back to work. But you don't need to look at your computer to know your last sliver of motivation has disappeared. Your attention undividedly on something else entirely.

You shuffle in your seat, one leg bent and resting on the cushioned seat beneath you, the other pulled close to your body with your foot planted on the couch. It makes you lean slightly to the side and the pillows you'd stacked for a makeshift edge towards the couch's middle.

Unable not to, your eyes flitter over John's form as you nurse your drink.

His legs spread wide, trapping your gaze to glide over his crotch more than once, especially as he readjusts his position, hips doing that slight upwards jut as he makes himself more comfortable. You also follow his action of occasionally raising the mug to his mouth, his eyes never leaving the paper as he does.

You watch as he sets down the documents on his leg to switch to the next side with the same hand, not desiring to go through the action of leaning forward, putting down the cup of tea, only to retrieve it to situate himself again.

Eyes remaining on the cup, you remark how John's big hand wraps around it, having no trouble encasing more than half of it. You compare it to how you hold your cup. One hand grabs the ear while your other hand curves along the opposing side.

When he raises the mug to his mouth, you follow the move, gaze lingering on his face even though he lowers it not soon after.

You map the line of his beard, the purse of his lips, and how his eyes move from the left to the right as he follows the sentences on the paper.

And then, John's eyes flicker upwards, catching your blatant staring. Amusement flickers to life in those blues when you don't even try to play it off before he adverts his gaze down to the paper.

"You're starin', love". John remarks. The cup of tea is brought to his lips as his attention remains on the document.

"Just enjoying the view", you shrug. Not untrue.

John's brows arch. Not much later, as if wanting to finish a sentence, his head tilts upwards to look at you. "That so?"

"Mhm", you flash him a brief smile before you raise your mug to your lips, sipping its contents. His eyes narrow briefly.

Even though you can't think of anything odd in your reaction, John apparently does.

"Is there somethin' more?"

Your heart jumps. "No, you're free to continue working", you try deflecting John's attempt at making you explain what's on your mind. Apparently, you only succeeded in catching his attention more.

"I'm done". John states, making your brows jump and eyes flicker downwards, not having noticed he was on the last page of a considerably thinner stack of papers, unlike the previous ones.

"Weren't you instructed to report back?" Your gaze shifts back to his face.

"Taken some notes. I'll send a mail later before goin' to bed". John replies promptly, meanwhile restoring the papers in their proper order. As he places the stack back in its map and drops it on top of the other finished ones on the table, he speaks. "Now I want to hear about what you're tip-toein' around 'cause it doesn't seem like nothin'".

"No, really, it's nothing important".

John cocks his head, brows raising in a silent inquiry.

You refuse to believe it's the 'men in uniform' curse amongst civilians. You know that's not the case, seeing how you don't find all soldiers good-looking just because, only John. Even so, you detest the thought of seeming disrespectful, fearing you reduced his career path to a mere point of attraction. It was one thing allowing it to fuel your imagination. But to admit it aloud? To John? Yeah, no.

You reach for the case of your glasses, popping it open with ease and inserting the specs. Placing them on top of your now closed laptop, you scoop them up and stand, about to discard the items in your bedroom.

The action was not impulsive. You always put your device on charge once John arrives. Today, it understandably changed to when he finished the reports he'd brought. Yet you didn't get that far, stopped unexpectedly by his voice.

"Sit". Your body stalls, brows raising. When you don't do as John says, his head cocks, fingers rapping against the armrest as he motions to the seat you just stood from with a nod. This time, you follow his request. "Talk to me, love. What's on your mind?"

Your fingers clutch your computer briefly before you reluctantly set it down on your coffee table. You sip your tea, searching for your words.

Upon your silence, stalling, an urging 'hm?' stems from John.

"I just, you know, think you look good today".

"Do I look any different today than otherwise?" He inquires. You don't think he means to interrogate you, but it feels just like that from how he watches you closely from his seat. It makes you squirm, raising your mug to your lips again before you answer.

"Well, you got those on".

John hums softly, a sound of acknowledgement. And, ever as keen, he figures out what your haphazard motions to his attire imply. "You like the clothes". It's more of a statement than a question, but you give him a nod anyway.

"They look good on you".

"That's what got you so worked up?"

"I'm not-"

"You are", he muses, cutting off your sentence as he leans forward, forearms resting on his knees as he places his mug on the coaster. "Those glasses you're religiously stubborn about using have been more off your face than not despite that laptop of yours being right in front of your face", he points out.

Your brows pull together, lips parting as a protest isn't far away. But John beats you to it.

"No need denyin', I've noticed you starin' at me more than that screen of yours. Then we can't forge 'bout your teasin'".

This time, your brows genuinely furrow. "I haven't teased you?".

His head tilts to the side. "No? Could think I never left base with how much you've used my rank tonight, love".

Oh, oh. John thinks your use of his rank is teasing. So it must mean something different when you use it. Not just in your imagination, then. Regardless of discovering this, you don't know how to react to John's admittance. You still feel like a mouse being toyed with by a cat.

He watches you expectantly as if waiting for you to speak up. Instead, your fingers only rap against your mug before raising it again.

You tip your cup, yet no liquid reaches your lips. Your eyes flicker downwards as you lower it, noticing its emptiness.

The nervous sips you'd taken off your tea have apparently drained it quicker than you anticipated.

Much like a mouse making a break for it each time the cat releases it, you don't hesitate to stand and head into the kitchen to discard your mug, seizing the chance to escape John's heavy gaze and probing for enough time you don't fumble for an answer.

What you don't expect is the footsteps following you into the kitchen. But you should've. The cat never lets its prey get too far away.

Naturally, you look over your shoulder.

John moves so assuredly. There's a slight sway to his hips, strides not hurried despite covering the same distance as you in a much more rapid fashion. Confidence, he oozes it from the very way he carries himself.

There's no denying that such a mass moving with such practised ease is on the verge of terrifying. But the thrill harbours an indisputable excitement, especially as your eyes briefly meet John's blue ones, calm but bright with intrigue.

You turn forward as you reach the kitchen counter, putting your mug in the sink, attempting to hide how he affects you. But believing you could hide from an elite soldier in plain sight is foolish.

The hairs on your neck stand when John steps up behind you.

He sets his mug beside yours before his hands settle on the counter. With one hand at either side of you, his shoulders haunch to eclipse yours, making your heart thump in your chest.

"Indulge me. What about the clothes you like so much it got you behavin' like this?"

"Uhm-". Your thoughts screech to a halt as you flail for something to say. Admitting just how much John in these clothes affects you brushes on mortifying. "The way it fits you, I guess", you settle on in the end.

"You guess?". John repeats close to your ear.

Pride and a certain level of amusement roll off of him in waves, seeping right through your back, worming itself to your front only to nestle in your chest. Rather than installing the same emotions in you, they fuel your desire and jittery nerves.

"Love?" He gently encourages you to detail your answer, causing you to bite your inner cheek, rolling the meat between your molars. You may be tentative to admit your inner thoughts. But, it's still John with his incredibly calm and soothing self that puts you at ease and finally makes you relent.

"They just make you feel stronger, more authoritative-"

"Authoritative?" If you would've faced John, his inquisitive look would've met you. And yet, you don't even need to, feeling it burn into the side of your head as his ducked head angles towards you. You see it out of your peripheral, how he gazes at you, but you persistently stare directly forward as you give him a slight nod.

You swallow, worrying that you overstepped as you tried explaining the indecent thoughts wrecking your brain without spewing their true nature as blatantly as they arise.

Assuming that's the reason for John's momentary silence, he surprises you when he finally speaks.

"You know, love", he hums, airy and amused. Your eyes drop, following his hands as they trail up the stone counter until they settle on top of yours. His fingers worms in between your slender ones. "I have noticed how remarkably much you've been staring, how handsy you've been when I come home like this".

Body lightening on fire, a warm rush sweeps through you, the sound of blood suddenly pounding noticeably in your ears as you duck your head. Had you? You hadn't even thought so.

"Nothing to fluster about".

"Well, I do", you bite back, but there's no venom to your words, only embarrassment that you hadn't hidden your desire well enough, even if it was to an elite soldier you'd lost to. The mouse would forever lose to the cat.

"Why?"

"Because it's wrong, John. Just because you fit too bloody good dressed like a Captain, it shouldn't turn me on this fucking much". Thank god you're not looking at him. You would've sunken through the floor.

"I remember you mentioned somethin' like that the night we met".

"I said that you suit being a Captain, not that it turns me on". John's exhale borders on a groan and your brows knit together when you catch it.

"Remember you called me that as well". John brushes past the admittance in your sentence as if it's nothing. "Caught me off-guard the first time". He nudges your head from the side, hands tightening over yours.

"Why?" You breathe, realising his voice has dropped into a husky depth. It only did that when his arousal stirred, which sparked your curiosity enough to repress your humiliation.

"Sounded so wrong from you, a civvie callin' me by rank. But I couldn't deny I liked it". John's face falls into your neck, placing a kiss beneath your ear as he drops a fraction of his weight against your back. Still, it's enough to cage you to the counter and feel his hardening cock against your rear. Your eyes widen. "And then you said it while I was stuffin' that cunt of yours. Bloody hell, I almost lost my head when you called me Captain all stunningly dishevelled beneath me". A surprised gasp rips from your throat at John's words curl along the shell of your ear while he shoves his growing erection against you.

"What are you saying?" Your chest heaves at the end of your sentence as John rubs himself against the plush swell of your ass from behind.

"I'm tellin' you, despite how wrong it is, that I like when you call me Captain". He husks into your ear, using your wording from earlier.

John steadily grinds against you, pressing you further into the counter's edge. Instinctually, you arch against him, but one of his hands swiftly grabs your hip, forcing you down.

"Love, I wanna try somethin' out", he hums. "Tell me if it gets too much. Understood?" There's no hesitancy in John's voice, only an alluring reassurance and passion that pikes your interest.

"Yeah, alright".

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, John, I understand". You whine, curiosity eating you from the inside, yet he only tsks at you.

"You know what to call me". You inhale sharply. Fuck, could he be talking about? He is. You swallow, mind reeling as you realise John's alluding to something you've only entertained as fantasy. And yet, his rank solely remains a heavy, dirty thought. "Come on, love, know you want to".

You swallow, eyes wide and staring forward. John must sense your hesitancy as his hand rucks the shirt you're wearing upwards, baring your ass. Attempting to coax you, he shoves his bulge straight into your scantily covered pussy.

"I want you to say it, m'not goin' any further until you do. Both of us must want this". That does the trick. You wouldn't pass up on this chance.

"C-Captain".

"Whole sentence, love".

"I understand, Captain".

"Good girl". He praises you. "Now, you'll take what I give".

"Oh", you breathe out as a violent shiver runs down your spine and the muscles attaching to the back of your head quiver.

John's not only igniting something so perfectly inside your body. He also flips a switch in your head with his commanding voice, precisely the one that made his authoritative nature as a Captain so attractive.

"From your reaction, it seems you don't mind bein' ordered around". John breathes into your ear. "Is that correct?"

"Don't mind".

The man behind you releases a hum as he tests your reply by nudging his foot against your right ankle. You can feel him smirk at how you react, widening your stance one foot at a time without any resistance. Even when John presses himself against your back and continues forward by bending over you until you're flat against the kitchen counter, you don't resist him.

"So pliant, aren't you?" One of his hands releases yours, yet you continue pressing it against the stone. His fingers trail up your now bent arm, over your shoulder and along the curve of your body until his fingers curl around your waist.

You nod swiftly, only catching the faintest reflection of the movement even though your cheek rests against the polished stone surface. He chuckles at your hasty reply, the sound cracking up the length of your spine.

"Mhm, stay like that now". John instructs, standing straight with a squeeze to your hand that, up until now, remained intertwined with his.

His fingers run along your clothed spine until it reaches your bared lower vertebral, then your ass until it dips between your legs from behind, pressing into the seam of your underwear.

"Fuckin' hell, you've gotten this wet already? So desperate for your Captain, eh?" You whimper as he pushes against the damp fabric, the material pressing into your folds.

"Yes, John-Captain!" You correct yourself as he slaps your pussy upon the slip-up. The tap of his palm doesn't hurt but acts as a reminder. Nevertheless, it sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, making you squirm.

"Two rules, love", he remarks. "One, for now, it's Captain. Two, if you don't keep still, I'll stop touchin' you, leavin' you all pent up, just like this, right here", he makes clear. As if daring you to obey, a gentle test calculating how much you really want this, his thumb shallowly probes against your core. Your eyes snap shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip, a forced exhale escaping your lungs as you concentrate on not rocking backwards while fabricating a reply.

"Y-yes, Captain".

As if content with your words and actions, John steps away. Despite the loss of contact, you remain in your position.

Your pulse thrums as you listen to John, picking up on the shift of clothes and the sound of a zipper. Your anticipation skyrockets as he doesn't hurry his movements, taking his sweet time before he touches you again. When he does, he pulls down your panties until the elastic band digs into the middle of your thighs.

A shuddering breath escapes your lungs when nothing separates John's fingers from your exposed wetness. He runs two fingers up and down almost leisurely until one digit firmly pushes against your clit in a circular sweep. The sudden attention to your throbbing bundle of nerves sends neurons flying.

You don't even know on what scientific level it's possible to stop an involuntary reaction, but just as you feel your lower back muscles tightening, you slam the flatness of your palm against the counter with a 'shit' as you try.

You wouldn't count it as moving, but you did twitch upon the surprising pressure against your clit. And as John pulls away, placing his hand on the small of your back, you whine in defeat, knowing he caught it too.

"What was that?".

"Nothing, nothing, please, Captain, I'll be good". You don't even realise what you say yourself as you plead with John. He couldn't leave you there. You would possibly explode.

He only tuts, hand pressing firmer against your spine. Your heart drops for a second until he speaks. "I'll let you of this once".

"Thank you". John groans behind you, curse breathed beneath his breath as his character breaks for a moment, caught off guard by your rushed response. It's not long, but it's a reminder that it's still John behind you.

A swift pressure change against your spine indicates he's gathered himself again before he picks up where he left off.

His finger starts trailing up and down your folds again, but you remain in your position in spite of how your legs quiver in want, a desire for more.

Your wet, sopping, John's digit coated swiftly in your slick as he teases you.

He toys back and forth before his finger slips down. This time you've already braced yourself when he circles your clit. You force yourself to hold still as you whine at the contact, wanting nothing more than to rock backwards.

Noticing your struggle and stubbornness, John's free hand grabs your hip, kneading the flash with gentle squeezes. "Mhm, just like that, love, doin' so good for me".

His baritone rolls over your back, making you shudder, skin knotting with goosebumps. He never once stops the slow movement of his finger, causing you to clench around nothing continuously, especially as he starts flicking the tip of his finger.

You press your forehead against the counter upon the small, sharp jolts of electricity firing pleasure through your nervous system. But it's so fleeting it doesn't have an opportunity to build into anything damning as John pulls away from your clit, falling back to running his digit along your folds.

John stays clear from your throbbing bundle of nerves, rotating his hand as he teasingly concentrates more and more attention on your entrance. You release an anticipated breath as he brushes over it repeatedly until you bite your lip. You want to tilt your hips to make him slip inside. But you withhold the urge, thankfully reaping the rewards before you get desperate enough that your body acts on instinct.

John puts the slightest pressure behind the dragging motion. At first, only the tip of his finger enters you before he pulls it back, doing the same thing a few times until he pushes its entirety inside.

You moan even though it's not nearly enough to stretch you so deliciously you feel full. But it just feels good having something sliding in and out of you. Though one soon turns to two when John pulls out, a second finger prodding your pussy before both slip inside.

Squelching noises fill the air as he fingers you, his other digits pressing against your ass. You pant, unable to keep your noises at bay as he finally relents somewhat in his fleeting touches and indulges you with some relief. But it's not nearly enough.

The pace remains slow, his fingers imitating a stroking motion even inside you rather than plunging deep and fast or wriggling forcefully to spur an orgasm. Now, you only feel your high building oh so slowly that it's frustrating how flat the exponential curve is.

And yet, as if projected from your body, you can see the scene you're a part of and find it unbelievably arousing.

John, with his cock freed from his pants and occasionally brushing against your rear, otherwise fully clothed, almost lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your hole as you bend over the counter, panties around your legs, doing your damnedest to keep fucking still.

You moan at the image, hands pressing flat against the counter before curling into fists. It's so fucking erotic that you feel John's fingers suddenly sliding more easily in and out despite the way you clench around them.

"You're practically drippin', love", he teases you, fingers leaving your entrance for a few seconds, not hovering far from your pussy, until they return with a press against your clit, a new chillier slickness coating them. The acknowledgement that you're wet enough it nearly dribbles from you wears your patience to the breaking point.

"Captain, I can't take it, fuck me already". John doesn't reprimand you for your demand, only chuckles as he steps close, cock pressing against your asscheek.

His fingers have dropped from your clit, but his touch is soon replaced with the head of his cock as he guides it to your folds, running it up and down to coat himself in your slick.

You let out a shuddering moan as John pushes slightly against your entrance, tip breaching your hole, only to slip out and repeat the movement. Regardless that he's in charge, your frustrated cry is all it takes for him to push into you properly with an amused huff that sharply pivots into a grunt.

"Yeah, just like that- arch for me… good girl…". John groans, and you take his urge to meet his thrust that you're finally free to move as you wish.

You gape as he bottoms out in one slow press, hips pressed flush against your ass. You feel his legs tremble, his hands flexing on your hips, but he stays still for your sake of accustoming to his girth.

"So good for your Captain". You whimper at his words, making him chuckle breathily. "Oh, you like that, eh?" He feigns ignorance of what he'd learnt: that you absolutely do. He grabs a fistful of your ass. "Dirty girl…". You gasp as he spanks your rear, the smacking sound making you clench around him.

"Need you to move". You whine as you wriggle your hips. But John bends over you, burly frame forcing your upper body flush to the cool tabletop.

"Come on, love". He scolds huskily against the shell of your ear, warm breath cascading past your cheek. Parts of his hands grip your ass while the rest cover your hips, the meat spilling between his fingers. But he remains still, deep inside you, not moving until the proper phrase falls from your lips.

It's easier to give in this time, having been shoved over the edge previously, ignoring the immorality of using his rank in this setting and whatever pride left in your body. Mentally, at least.

Physically, it takes you a few seconds, preoccupied with basking in what's happening. Bent over the counter with the biting kiss from the cold stone dulled from the shirt you borrowed from John. Yet the harshness from the unmoving material doesn't fail to make itself reminded against your soft body despite the shielding material. Effortlessly sandwiching you is the similarly firm body of John, considerably warmer but still effective in immobilising you.

"Captain, please". His rank is honey, saccharine and dripping effortlessly from your tongue once you find your voice through the arousal. "Please move".

"Mm, that's it", he croons, granting you the movement you want as he straightens, not before kissing your clothed shoulder. Exegrated to make up for the fabric separating you.

It starts with calculated thrusts that make you keen and almost roll back and forth on your feet from the steady and slow pace. Then John picks up the speed, rutting against you with powerful snaps of his hips. Your fingers scramble, finding purchase on the counter's edge, curling over the side to have some semblance of grounding force.

It doesn't take long before you moan unabashedly at each stroke, fluttering around his cock as he works his length in and out of you, driving his hips forward and back in a steady beat. Along the erotic sound of skin slapping and wet noises is the filth spewing from his lips.

"This what you wanted, eh?" He gruffs. "With all those looks?" He gets a moan in response as you turn your head so your cheeks rest against the counter, watching him through the corner of your eye.

John's jaw hangs slack, hair falling along his forehead as he must be staring at where the two of you connect. He looks raptured, almost dazed. He said he wanted this as well and by the looks of it... yeah, he really did. You don't know how you haven't noticed. But, fortunately, John sets your knack of reading people to shame compared to his skill.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as one of his hands leaves your hips and you see him raise it at an angle. You whine, arching towards it as much as possible with the unbudging surface beneath you. It drags his eyes upwards, noticing how you're watching him.

His lips tug upwards, eyes never leaving you as his palm swats your ass. A reactionary moan spills from your lip as your legs press against the outer side of his thighs at the sensation, brows knitting together from the stinging pleasure.

It spurs John to rut harder, causing your body to fucking sing as your head gets steadily dizzier.

He releases a breathless chuckle at your inability to conjure anything apart from keening sounds and guttural moans as your body goes lax, eyes fluttering close, body jolting at the new pace he sets.

But he doesn't appear much more put together as he witnesses how you allow yourself to let go, giving the reins entirely to him.

You catch how John's sentence breaks into fractions, groans and heady sounds spilling from his lips between sentences to rile you up even further. In the end he can't release much more than growling sounds as he folds, resting his chest against your back, using his weight to forcefully push his hips against yours, making his balls tap against your clit each time.

John barely pulls himself back enough to push forwards again, but it's enough to repeatedly batter the head of his cock against the spot making your legs tingly and toes flex before curling.

Once again, your hands search for something to grasp upon the pleasure coursing through your body. One manages to bend backwards over your shoulder, catching the lapel of John's jumper, and the other slides feebly across the smooth countertop.

Your orgasm is building, breaths turning stunted, muscles seizing.

You feel John's rhythm stutter as you clench more frequently and reactionary in response to his ruts as you near your release. His head ducks to rest between your shoulder-blades, warm puffs of air seeping through the oversized shirt you're wearing. His teeth bite down on the excess fabric, grunts vibrating against you.

John's getting close, throbbing violently inside you, hands digging into your hips even further. When he angles his thrusts downwards, a dirty grind at the end of each penetration, he hits so many pleasurable spots that you release an unprompted cry.

You don't need much, so close to your edge that your head thrash that you wedge your hand beneath your forehead to not knock yourself out cold. So when John grits a heady sentence through his teeth and the fabric trapped between them, that's it.

"Come on, love, be a good girl to your Captain. Wanna feel you squeeze 'round me".

Your eyes snap close as you jerk against him, ass pressing upwards before involuntarily trying to escape his persistent thrusts as the pleasure explodes. But your hipbones are already aching from the counter and you can't flee how John continues to cram his girthy cock into your twitching hole, so you just let him extend your orgasm until he reaches his with a growl.

John curls around you, hips pressing snuggly against your rear as he spurts his release deep. You feel his warm spend inside you, releasing a shattered moan as your eyelids flutter but, in the end, remain closed.

The stone isn't as cold against your forehead anymore, the surface likely warming from your panting exhales.

John's chest rises and falls against your back. He massages your hips almost unconsciously, small flexes of his fingers. Your hand, previously fisting his jumper, falls to your left hip, squeezing his wrist before your fingers graze over his knuckles and card between digits, easing his grip. It seems to bring him out of his post-orgasmic rouse as he softens the action until he stills completely, now cradling the likely-to-be-discoloured area.

"Fuck", he exhales as he releases your shirt from his teeth. The wet spot where his saliva has sept into the fabric is significant as it falls back against your skin.

You reply with a soft confirming sound, craning your neck to glance at John.

His face has risen and is now close to yours. However, what catches you off-guard isn't the proximity but his gaze. It's dark and glittering, a spent smile noticeable through his facial hair.

He kisses you despite the awkward angle. The hair that's

fallen out of place and endearingly covers his forehead brushes yours.

The interaction is brief before he rises, bringing you with him from the forwards-bent position that's not as comfortable for either of you when the lust-driven haze fades. In the movement, John slips out of you before stepping back. Not soon after, he pulls your underwear into place.

The hem of his shirt drops around your thighs once you stand again and it doesn't catch on John's hand. You run a hand through your hair, letting it fall to the kitchen counters, noticing your balance is still wobbly. Your other hand assist your balance by resting on the kitchen counter as you take a moment to collect yourself.

You take a moment to collect yourself before you turn to face John with a sigh. He's just popped the button on his cargos back in place but doesn't care about tucking his t-shirt into the waistband of his pants again.

As John runs a hand through his hair, the other naturally falls to your hip to steady you as his gaze locks with yours.

"All good?" His voice is gritty, pleasure still intertwined with the soft check-in.

"Mm, yeah", you smile sluggishly, your voice breathy. "You?"

"All good. I wasn't too much?" There's a glimmer of concern in his eyes, one you shoo away immediately.

"No, god, you were not too much, John, you were... really good". You reach out to touch John, hands slipping between the layers of fabric on his torso. He melts under your touch, relaxing the arm that had raised so he could tame his hair, letting it curve around your neck. With the back of your head nestled perfectly in the crook of his arm, he tugs you closer to him.

"Didn't know you had such a thing for men in uniform, love". He chuckles, lightening the mood as he looks down at you.

"You in uniform".

"Compliments your take on a gallantry medal?"

"Mhm", you hum against his lips. "My Captain deserves them". You cheekily use the nickname you'd moaned shamelessly only minutes prior, making him huff an amused laugh that puffs against your mouth.

"Not gonna hear the end of that, eh?"

"At ease, soldier, I'm only gonna use it when I wanna get a rile out of you". You press a kiss against John's lips and he reciprocates it. In the end, a smile splits yours open, one you greet him with as you lean away, creating a bit of space between you. "But what would they think of that? Esteemed Captain Price with a captain kink". He pinches your rear, and you squeal, a sound that fades into a giggle as the hand previously on the counter settles on your hip.

"Watch it". The edges of John's eyes are still creased in the corners as he says it, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Just curious", you defend yourself with a shrug. "But I can't say I'm surprised you like the power-trip". You give the blue-eyed man a playful purse of your lips.

He cock his head, brows arching. "Why?"

"Being a good Captain must come from somewhere. You like ordering people around", you muse.

"Delighted to be your entertainment". John exhales through his nose.

You try to lean up to kiss his furrowed expression away, but by tightening his arm around your head and leaning backwards, he avoids your attempt.

"Don't be pouty. You seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did. Admitted you do". You chide John lightly and he drops the faux offence, delight and piked interest present in his eyes.

"Mm, 'bout that. Didn't know you liked bein' ordered around that much". You smile shyly, head notching forwards, not far from resting against his chest from your closeness.

"We all have our moments of something, don't we?" You look up at John through your lashes.

His arms slide down until his hand envelops your neck. A hum fills the air before he leans down, pressing his lips against yours briefly, soothing any possible apprehension in your answer framed as a question rather than a statement.

"Would you like me to do it more?" You crack into a smile at his question, eyes fluttering open to meet his blue eyes.

"Yeah, I would like to. I-I adore when you're sweet on me, John, but I also like when you're rough. Just, you know, take what you want sometimes, do as you please". You shrug, catching how John releases the air from his lungs in something akin to wonder and desire.

"You trust me enough?"

"If your men trust you on the field, I think I can trust you in this situation".

John lets out a long groan, head tipping backwards as his eyes shut tightly. "Don't bring the lads into this, don't want that association".

You chuckle in earnest. "What? You're their Captain first and foremost".

"Not this type", he huffs, head falling forward. Looking at you again, the hand on the side of your neck slides to your hip, both hands now anchored there.

"Alright, alright. Only want you to myself anyways". You lean up, planting a series of kisses against John's lips until he reciprocates, the frown disappearing from his brows.

"Already got me, love". His voice softens, making you smile in return.

Just as you're about to reply, the sensation of fluids flowing out of you makes you reactively twitch and clamp your legs together, hands flexing on his stomach. John notices, suppressing a smirk as he fishes your hands from beneath his jumper.

"Let's get you cleaned up." John enlaces his hand with one of yours, tugging you along as he heads towards your bathroom. "Still need to have that shower".

"You like seeing me wet, don't you?"

"Never said we would shower". John sends you a humoured look over his shoulder, making you roll your eyes. "Watch that attitude of yours. Things like that get you a lesson in discipline in the army".

"Because that would be my biggest problem and not sleeping with a Captain, who I much rather get disciplined by." You quip with an amused look.

"Careful with what you wish for, love". John returns, the reply accompanied by a wink. As you chuckle with a shake of your head, John pulls you forward and into his side, planting a kiss on the side of your head, effectively ending the conversation as you step into the bathroom.

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OVERSET | JEON WONWOO (M)

Pairing: ai!wonwoo x R&D!reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut Rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~9.4k

Synopsis: Increasingly becoming cognizant of the worlds surrounding him, W0NW00, an AI so carefully wired and generated with the purest intentions even has the potential to become jaded. How can such a consumeristic world be so cruel when all he once knew was the joys of 53V3NT33N? This new understanding makes him unfamiliar to fans; his creator sending him to you, a trusted developer of LEVEL 1 robots, in hopes that you can reverse the sudden changes in W0NW00’s conscious. Are you part of the system W0NW00 is learning to become adverse to? Or will your presence help remind him of the world he once only had knowledge of?

This is part of the Seventeen Sci-Fi Collab organized by the amazing @idyllic-ghost! Big thank you to Bee for being the genius behind this collab, all the world-building and work you've put into this is amazing. The sci-fi genre was something I had yet to attempt, and I found this enjoyable to write (thank you as well for being extremely patient as it took me awhile to feel comfortable enough with my edits to post this).

You can read all the fics here!!

18+ warnings under the cut!

warnings: reader & Wonwoo can be quite pessimistic; commentary on consumerism (?); reader is a bit systematic and lacks personality initially, they take their job very seriously; smut, unprotected sex (practice safe sex habits pls), was supposed to be suggestive but became a bit explicit.

a/n: I love the sci-fi genre, but writing my own sci-fi fic was a bit of a challenge for me. I had not meant to delay so much, but had been in a bit of an editing rut. I really hope you all enjoy this fic, as I am quite excited to expand more into sci-fi. Also major shoutout to @wonuwoe as I appreciate all the brainstorming and getting to meet you through this collab!!

★+ Prologue +★

"100 years ago it was thought that the Earth, as we know it, would disintegrate. That the sun would implode and leave everything in darkness. Miraculously, it didn't. Due to some external force, human scientists still haven't agreed upon what it exactly was, none of the planets in our former solar system were ever destroyed. The Earth, along with the other planets, were pushed away from each other, and ended up in different parts of the universe. Earth just happened to come to a solar system with alien life. At first, we were cautious, and people were prepared to fight. However, the aliens were welcoming of our planet. Those of us who didn't die from 'The Great Journey' or from trying to fight the aliens, were welcomed into the new solar system. Soon enough, we had integrated completely, and we received materials and assistance from our sister-planets in exchange for human labor. What humans knew of technology was very limited, but with the resources of the aliens we created artificial life forms. We named these robots Automaton, and they served as workers when humans couldn't. Eventually, there was no need for human labor at all. To pay back for the help the aliens gave us, we used Automatons. With the extensive development of these robots, we eventually managed to create artificial sentient life. These Automatons were human-like in looks and had human consciousness, but they could not bleed and were stronger than we ever could be. At the present time, there are even different levels of Automatons. Level 3 robots are the workers, level 2 robots are the caretakers, and level 1 robots are the celebrities. The Automaton music group 53V3NT33N (SEVENTEEN) is made up of 13 members, all very talented, and all representing two human states of mind."

★+ Under Diagnosis +★

W0NW00's previous developer had quit on him - more so had fled from the company, which was quite the gossip for many - unable to solve the sudden changes in consciousness that he was facing. Not even his lead cognitive researcher could understand this change in W0NW00. It all had become too much, the company put too much pressure on his previous developer, and him as well. Though he was a robot, he became increasingly aware of the demanding schedules and consumerism of it all.

What had made W0NW00 act this way? Why did his dominantly kind demeanor turn sour all of a sudden? Suddenly, his malicious side was portrayed more to fans, his unwavering kindness cracking beneath the spotlight. There was no explanation and it was not like any form of brute force could reset the drastic changes in his attitude.

At least to say, management really did not like this change in the automata. Even though there had been some oddities in other members of 53V3NT33N, W0NW00's recent behavior was starting to become quite troublesome in the eyes of the company, requiring his managers to pay extra close attention to what made the seemingly perfect idol tick. After all, his emotions were kindness and maliciousness. Fans of the group liked this duality, loved it even, as it made him an intense member.

However, W0NW00's cognitive system had been faring a little too much on the malicious side as of recently. His self-portrayal was turning bitter due to his sudden stand-offish nature. No one would understand why, it was hurting his relationship with the fans, and management feared it would harm his relationship with group members.

These changes have put W0NW00 in an increasingly tricky situation. Nights were no longer spent with other members, rather W0NW00 had been stationed in the research and development laboratory in the company building. Continuous tests were run on him, trying to understand his quickly developing violent thoughts.

The first red flag was aggression towards other members, not physical aggression, but words of malice spoken to other members after schedules that went well. W0NW00 would always find a way to call out something he noticed wrong. Not that he meant to necessarily harm the members, but he couldn't help but nitpick at each and every flaw.

5C0UP5 noticed it in the form of non-compliance and lack of care for the group's reputation. The leader couldn't wrap his head around this changing behavior either. W0NW00 had never been one to do anything unbeknownst to the group, but W0NW00 began to put the group at risk as he began to break the rules. He'd sneak out quickly after schedules in order to get extra charging hours, which would ultimately end up ruining rest and charging hours for the rest of the group. W0NW00's lack of care would peeve the rest of the automas off.

Fans noticed it too, as W0NW00 wasn't responding as positively during events, which is when the company started becoming increasingly worried about the robot. Fans started questioning what had changed as well.

Through this all, W0NW00 felt lost. He knew he was a robot, he knew what he was made for after all, but W0NW00 felt human, his conscience was human-like after all. Was this all that he was made for? Is he just a commodity? Then why does he feel this way about being consumed by others? Why can't he make any mistakes? Why can't he be his own entity? What would he be without 53V3NT33N? These are all things that began to drive W0NW00 deeper into his negative state.

Management deemed it was time to take action, thus landing W0NW00 in the lab for further troubleshooting and ending up with you.

★+ The First Encounter +★

W0NW00 remembers his first encounter with you all too well. You strolled into the office, glancing briefly at him with inquisitive eyes, and paying no further attention to where he was sitting at the examination table. After your brief fixation on him, your eyes remained focused on the clipboard grasped tightly in your right hand. You sat down with a sigh, clipboard clattering in the quiet room and making W0NW00 fully shift his attention towards you. His eyes which had once shimmered with kindness now had a dullness to them, a feature that his previous developer could not determine what had caused this change along with his negative state.

You shimmied the mouse gently to awaken the bright LED screen. The clicking sound resounded across the room as you opened the software, humming in acknowledgment as the information regarding the robot illuminated before you.

His previous developer's notes left you inquisitive as you skimmed them. This was a peculiar case. Typically it was easy for companies with R&D centers this powerful to reverse such effects on the cognitive state of the robots.

"Good afternoon," You spoke gently, sounding polite yet W0NW00 could sense some firmness in your tone. "My name is Y/N, I am pleased to be assigned as your new developer. Can you please confirm your name for me?" You had a plethora of historical data and information that you could read on the screen in front of you, but it was protocol to ask.

If one thing was to be known, it was that you always followed the expected protocols.

That's why W0NW00's company hired you after all.

"W0NW00," he spoke flatly, eyes focusing on the white, sterile walls ahead of him. It was the sort of room that would make anyone feel a bit unwelcome and cold. "Sixth member of 53V3NT33N."

The fluorescent lighting made his vision go a bit blurry, he had always been a bit sensitive in this sense, and it's always been an uncertainty as to why his vision was affected more than other members. This was reflected in the data that was fed to your computer. W0NW00 watched curiously as you stood up, adjusting the brightness of the lighting in the room to be more accommodating per his negative reaction.

W0NW00 almost registered this as pure-hearted kindness, until he remembered that every thought, feeling, and reaction of his was collected as data through the damn diagnostic band that is wrapped around his arm each session. Regardless, this eased W0NW00 a bit, and he appreciated it nonetheless.

You noted the improvement as he visibly relaxed, jotting something down on your clipboard before turning to face him. Your heart beat faster upon facing him straight on.

It was hard to avoid the fact that the robot before you was essentially perfect, trying to not let your cold exterior soften as W0NW00's eyes shifted from the wall towards yours. He looked so kind even with his sharp, cat-like features.

You approach him, wrapping the diagnostic band around his arm. This band is intended to connect to a small port on his arm, feeding all the information you need to your computer. He's cold, unnerved as you smooth the band over his arm, and confirm that it is connected.

As noted, something seemed extremely off about the robot. The dullness in his soft eyes pulled on your heartstrings a bit too much for comfort.

Personally, as a developer, you always tried your best to remain systematic in your actions. Everything had to be performed exactly per the defined process. You continually reminded yourself that your patients were robots, not humans. It was your only way to detach yourself from them, or else you knew you'd grow too fond of the autos you helped develop. It is too easy to do nowadays.

Regardless of the tremor you felt within you, you proceeded with the diagnostic tests and questions.

"Alright, W0NW00, now I'm going to run some tests. Please note I am not going to implement any changes in your system until these tests come back absolutely positive."

"Noted," W0NW00 repeats blandly. "Can you please refer to me as just Wonwoo during these tests?"

You pause almost as if you're in thought, but you already know the answer. "I'm sorry, W0NW00, but that would be inappropriate of me. I have to refer to you by your designated name during these tests or else I can compromise the diagnostics."

W0NW00 rolls his eyes in dissatisfaction, this doesn't go undetected by you. That was a new one. You'd never seen this much sass from a robot in a while, especially not a level 1 who was supposed to be perfectly charming.

Turning back to your computer, you proceed with coding the tests for this session within the diagnostic system.

"Our first test will be a data collection of your recent thoughts and actions, dating back to your most recent schedule. Can you recall anything that you'd like to share with me before I run this first test, W0NW00?"

"Hm," W0NW00 humors you, copying your trick from earlier as if to convince you he's thinking. You know better, especially since you can see this displayed directly in front of you on the screen. W0NW00 knows that too, but he's not going to make this easy for you. "Not necessarily."

"Alright," you sigh, clicking the button to proceed with the first run of data. A copious amount of statistics are spat out on a separate sheet. This will be something for you to unpack later. You save this information, filing it away in W0NW00's collection for you to study after the remaining tests.

"The next test will be to see if you have any reoccurring thoughts or actions. Are you willing to share any of those?" You pause, W0NW00 shakes his head to indicate he isn't willing to share any, so you continue with another data pull.

You finish the session off with a couple of additional tests to further understand his cognitive state, tests that his previous developer hadn't been able to code and pull the statistics on.

W0NW00 was relieved when you finally deemed the session complete. He felt drained, more than he ever had before - more than he ever felt after a long day of schedules. He couldn't wait to return to the dorm to charge.

He watched as you downloaded the data from today's session to your electronic pad, the information transferring speedily and you ensured it was all there before putting the pad to sleep.

W0NW00 noticed your systematic elegance as you took each step to save the data, file it away in an organized matter, and shut the computer down properly. Others had been a bit more careless, so W0NW00 almost appreciated your thoroughness.

However, you were practically everything W0NW00 was growing distaste for. You were the system. You abided by it, you lived by it, and you would never understand him. He knew that damn well. You were about to know his thoughts about you as well. Part of him grew interested in the next session, just to see if it made you tick in any way.

W0NW00 was stunned when you announced the diagnostic session was over, confirming the date of your next session, and leaving the room without another word.

★+ New Day, Same Analysis +★

"Good Morning, W0NW00," you drone, still polite and as systematic as ever. W0NW00 didn't even bother to respond, sighing in resentment as you performed the same routine upon entry. He could predict your movements at this point after enduring multiple research sessions with you.

You stayed static, you portrayed no emotions during sessions, and it seemed as if you never would. It was beginning to drive W0NW00 a bit mad. W0NW00 was convinced he may be a bit more human than you, even if you were the one with a nervous system and heart pumping warm blood through your limbs. You might as well have the neural network of a robot at this point.

It was a typical session. You'd enter in, bid W0NW00 "good morning" or "good afternoon" depending on the time of day, dim the lights, and turn on the LED computer screen. Your clipboard made the same jarring, clattering sound each time you set it down.

You'd run the same damn tests.

Ask the same damn questions.

Collect the information on the same damn electronic pad.

And you'd end the session with the same damn confirmation of the next.

You seemed pleased with each session so far, but W0NW00 couldn't quite imagine you were able to gain much from these diagnostics. Maybe this session could be different if you'd just loosen up a bit.

"Please," he sighs defeatedly, trying to soften your firm demeanor. "Please just refer to me as Wonwoo."

"I'm sorry, W0NW00," you'd start, but he'd cut you off before you could say another word.

"But," he repeated the same words from each session when he'd ask this question. His words were bitter as he spoke. "But that would be inappropriate of me. I have to refer to you by your designated name during these tests or else I can compromise the diagnostics. Same old, same old, Y/N. You're so predictable."

This stunned you a bit. You could see the switch before your eyes for once. He had asked for you to call him Wonwoo in such a kind, polite tone, yet when he realized you didn't bite the bait, he switched quickly on you.

W0NW00 almost cried out, thinking he had cracked you for once, but this was reversed when you smiled, speedily writing something down on your clipboard as if this had satisfied you.

Which it did, you were excited to see the switch from his positive state to a negative state before you. This was exciting progress. You just needed a few more diagnostic tests to ensure there weren't any remaining outliers in the data that you could eliminate.

W0NW00 could basically sense you bouncing in your seat, making his mood go sour for the remainder of the session.

However, you threw W0NW00 off a bit this session, you had one new question. One that you declared you were able to establish from the other questions.

"W0NW00," you hum, reading the question from your electronic pad, "what makes you so resistant to entertainment? I must question this, you're made to entertain after all?"

"What?" W0NW00 snarls, pulling the most visceral reaction from him yet. "I'm not resistant to entertainment. I'm not sure what you pulled from your data to get that understanding."

"Well, can you enlighten me? Or should I just run the test?"

"Sure, I can enlighten you. Have you ever considered I feel the same way that you do? That I can have my own thoughts as you do?"

"Of course I do -"

"No," W0NW00 cuts you off. "I don't think you do, that is the thing. You run these tests on me like any other developer. Actually, you're a bit colder than most developers. But it's not just here. I can feel it everywhere else. I'm treated like a product. The whole group is treated like products. I know that's my duty, but I can't help but feel like there is more than being consumed. There is more to living, even if I am just an automation."

You're aggressively typing this all into the computer, making sure you don't miss a single word as W0NW00 rambles on. This is the most W0NW00 has confided in you. Sure the tests pull valuable information regarding W0NW00's feelings, but this is more than the computer could ever tell you. Hearing W0NW00's organic stream of consciousness is extremely valuable to running your diagnostics.

W0NW00 is quick to stop once he realizes he's pleasing you, ending his thoughts and returning his attention to the sterile wall ahead of him. "That is all."

You try to hide your smile. He's being spiteful, you know he's realized that he has fed a bit too much information to you today, and he's stopping himself while he is at it. Regardless, you're pleased with today's session.

You wrap up as usual. You collect all the data onto your electronic pad, file away the data, and turn off the computer. You're about to leave and confirm you're next session before W0NW00 stops you yet again.

"Save it," W0NW00 sighs. "I'm aware of when our next session is. You don't have to announce it each time. You're just like a broken record."

★+ OVERSET +★

"You don't understand it do you?" W0NW00 growls. Frustrated as another day passes with you as his developer. The same old routine is being performed over and over. You still don't understand his frustrations, at this point, anyone with a functioning brain should. He wasn't understanding why it wasn't clicking for you, you were clearly intelligent, but god damn, you were brainwashed by the system just like this company.

"What do you mean?" You question, intrigued by W0NW00's sudden outburst. He's more displeased than usual during your sessions. Whilst you've been able to collect a good amount of data from the previous sessions, you have slowly been seeing W0NW00 speak more and more. Today was clearly a day he was ready to speak.

"That these sessions don't help."

You spin in your chair, turning to face the clearly perturbed robot. You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms and settling further into your seat. You raise a hand, a motion to indicate that he should continue, get whatever it is off his chest while he's at it. "What makes you say that?"

"Seriously?" He says incredulously, "You're part of the system. The system that I have grown to hate. I cannot live without having each and every emotion of mine prodded. I cannot live without worrying about how I impact others. I cannot have my own thoughts ever, and here you are trying to change and poke and prod at me."

You're computer is running data at a rapid speed, W0NW00's emotions translating through the screen as his system and neural networks work at an incredible pace. Your eyes flick between him and the screen, wanting to pay more attention as W0NW00's words intrigue you.

Each session you've grown to understand him more and more. You've become increasingly aware of how he feels, and you feel a bit guilty. He's right, robots have become so advanced, but it isn't right to treat them as just a commodity.

Your change in procedural work hasn't gone unnoticed by management. You continue to follow protocols, but you've been a bit messier. You've become more curious about W0NW00. You're avoiding the development of codes that will reset his defined emotions. You're avoiding the final steps that are required to lessen W0NW00's malicious side, and management is demanding results.

Management claims it is an inevitable malware that's coded into his system. That it's taken him over. He's closer and closer to self-destruction, closer to sabotaging the group, and closer to losing his fanbase.

You no longer have the desire to please the company. You're too curious about W0NW00 at this point, but you can't do anything too drastic. Not until you have a proper game plan. You've heard of recent escapes from Earth, and at the rate W0NW00 is sharing information, you don't doubt that some members of his group will be escaping soon.

It's easy to understand how he's frustrated. The more you listened to him, filtered through his data, and studied the group, it became clear that he wasn't fulfilled. He desires more, it's only natural for anyone who has a conscience.

W0NW00 doesn't see it since you've been trying to remain under the radar, but you understand him. You can see it in his performances. You can see it in the results of these sessions, and you can definitely see it as W0NW00 continues to rant.

"I feel stuck, Y/N. Is this what it is like for you? Do you feel stuck in your job as a developer? Do you get satisfaction from this just like everyone else around me does? If I could just leave, I wo-"

"Wonwoo," you're voice drops low, fearful of what he will say. Every single word and thought of his is documented. If he speaks of any intention to escape, you know it will draw a red flag for the company and his management. You know you'll have to destroy the data from today's session. You'll determine how to do this later, but your concern right now is to stop W0NW00 before he says anything stupid. "You need to

Of course, W0NW00 pauses upon hearing you refer to him as Wonwoo, as he has requested many times. He's angered quickly again when you don't speak, annoyed by the way you seem off-character and squeamish in your chair, infuriated by the way you frantically click at your mouse, trying to terminate the program.

"Now you're referring to me as Wonwoo? Is this just a trick to see how I'll react?" He continues to rant, hands tightly gripping the table and eyebrows threaded together as he works himself up. You pay little to no attention to him, trying to ease the situation at hand ahead of you on the LED screen.

The computer is suddenly crashing, the code that you were previously running is now indicating an infinite loop, and the program is faulting as your computer continues to malfunction. In a panic, you're doing everything you can to execute the code, scared that management will recognize this oddity.

This session has overset W0NW00, and you're uncertain about what to do, as you've never seen a code turn malicious. You're eyes go wide, staring at W0NW00, you can't believe it.

All you can do is jump out of your seat and run over to W0NW00 to remove the electronic diagnostic band from his arm. You have to stop the data recording and terminate the code by eliminating the connection to the computer.

W0NW00 is aghast as you tear the band off his arm, your hands feeling warm on his cold body as you make sure there are no remaining connections to the system.

"Wonwoo," you whisper, sternly as you stare into his eyes. He seems to soften for once, sensing the urgency in your shaky words as you quell his anger. "You need to calm down. I understand you. I really do. But I need you to know you need to watch what you say."

"You understand?" Wonwoo exhales, feeling hopeful as you wrap up the diagnostic band tightly, nodding as you begin to fiddle with the band, acting as if you are troubleshooting problems with it in case management questions the removal of it.

"I do," you speak lowly, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you lock eyes with Wonwoo. "But you need to realize you're stepping into dangerous territory. I don't mean to interrupt you, but I'm trying to protect you."

For once, he is looking at you with relief. His eyes are full of stars as he actually feels like he's being heard for once.

For once, you are looking at him like he is human.

It makes him feel something he's never felt before.

Your breathing is shallow as you connect with Wonwoo for the first time, your heart pounding so hard in your chest that you can practically hear it in your ears. Wonwoo observes how flushed your cheeks are, registering how emotional you are actually feeling, and realizing just how serious you are.

"I'm going to put this band back on, but you need to proceed with the session just like any other. We cannot return to the same topic. Do not indicate any desire to escape." You emphasize this prior to wrapping the diagnostic band around his arm, a nod of his head confirming he's heard your words and has taken them seriously.

Returning to your desk, you begin to reload the software. However, before you finalize the restart, you softly speak again, "I will have to refer to you as W0NW00 again. I apologize, but please understand."

"I understand," Wonwoo's voice is hushed, a soft smile gracing his features as you breathe out in relief.

"W0NW00," you start, voice returning to a professional tone. You eye him closely, your mannerisms indicating that you have successfully started the program up, and are once again recording data. "I apologize for that. It seems as if the system crashed. Shall we proceed with the session?"

"Yes," Wonwoo indicates, trying his hardest to not overthink the current events.

Wonwoo understands it now. Understands that you aren't all systematic, that his words have an impact on you, and that you are receptive after all. He has more faith in you now, knowing that you're here to protect him.

You continue and complete the session as usual. However, this time there is an understanding between you and Wonwoo. One that you'll do everything to erase the data on. You'll do anything to help Wonwoo.

★+ Comfort in Your Thoughts, Voice, and Touch +★

Things have since changed between you and Wonwoo. You now start the sessions differently, you take the time to set up your computer, and you allow Wonwoo to remove his band prior to the program.

You told him you'd argue with the company that it's to save his charge. However, you now look forward to your talks with Wonwoo prior to your sessions, talking freely knowing that the computer is no longer able to collect each and every bit of information.

Wonwoo loves that you call him by his preferred name during these undocumented talks with you. He loves the melodic sound of your laugh when he cracks a witty joke. He feels an uncontrollable obsession developing within him that he can't quite understand.

Wonwoo feels better and feels more understood around you, he can see changes in your behavior. You're not as systematic, more relaxed around him, only returning to your default systematic behavior once he is connected to the diagnostic band.

Your touch haunts him, the feeling of your nimble fingers on his arm when you wrap and unwrap the band around his bicep has him overanalyzing his thoughts.

He feels lighter, he doesn't feel as burdened after being heard by you, understood by you, and connected to you by your fleeting touches. Wonwoo can't help but look forward to these sessions with you.

Who would have thought that'd been the case days ago?

Oddly enough, these sessions have been improving Wonwoo's negative state of mind, reversing the trend of his daily emotions and leading them in more of a positive state. Management has taken note of this, unsure if these changes are taking place when you haven't implemented any developmental changes in him.

For now, they don't question it.

Regardless, Wonwoo yearns to hear your voice, yearns for your occasional touch, and yearns to spend time with you. Even if it's him locked in this sterile room, he's glad it's with you.

Wonwoo has grown too comfortable for once. Inevitably, as he once believed, the system tends to disrupt everything that was once good.

★+ The Escape +★

You've begun hearing of members of 53V3NT33N escaping Earth and traveling to other planets. Wonwoo isn't aware of it, he's been stuck with you in R&D for days now after management has cracked down on his diagnosis.

However, today was a different day. Management knows you are erasing data. You were confronted with it before today's session. They've noticed peculiarities in Wonwoo's behavior, in the data reports you've returned, and in the results you've been providing. They've also noticed the increase in "blank" spots, and the increase in system errors, unlike the software systems that have been developed to perfection.

Albeit, you weren't providing any updates of substance, which wasn't per your reputation as a developer, and your lack of urgency during the time of other member's escapes was especially concerning to management.

Wonwoo can't help but notice the aggressive rate at your leg shakes. It's been like this since the beginning of today's session.

"Everything alright?" He questions, genuinely worried about your anxious state. You're never like this, even as you two have been sneaking more time together prior to sessions.

Wonwoo's words are drowned out, the tapping of your pen against the desk resounding through your head as you consider your options. You know it's time to make a move.

You have access to a ship. There is one in the development center that you could hijack, it was simple; you'd just have to make sure you tear away the tracking core to ensure the company can't locate you and Wonwoo.

You're haunted by anxious thoughts. Was it even possible to get Wonwoo out of this room without management noticing? Where would you even go? When was the last time you traveled to another planet? How will Wonwoo react to news of other members escaping?

Would Wonwoo even want to go with you? Does he even trust you enough?

You stand up from your seat, shutting down the computer in front of you just as quickly as you had booted it up. Striding over to Wonwoo, you make sure his band isn't wrapped around his arm yet.

"Wonwoo," you speak eerily calmly, "Your members are escaping."

"What?" He's confused, not quite understanding the weight of your words.

"It isn't just you who has implied leaving Earth, others are too. They've just held you here for a bit too long for you to know."

He's clearly processing, not quite sure where you're headed with this, but he leans towards you in anticipation, hanging on to your next words.

"Management is onto me as well," you breathe, voice quivering as you realize how serious this may be. "They know we aren't progressing with our sessions as I should be. They know I am terminating data. They are onto me, and I'm not sure how much longer they will keep me here."

The weight of your words settles on him. "What can we do? Where are the members going?"

"I can locate a ship. There are multiple in the terminal right off the plant here. If we are strategic enough," you pause, gauging his reaction. He doesn't seem appalled by the implication of your word so you can continue. "We can escape too, we can be freed from the shackles of this system like you've been talking about."

There's a minute's pause between you two as you both consider the situation.

"How can we trick management?" He ponders, hinting that he isn't against your suggestion, but he does realize this requires a bit more thought than just running.

"I just -" you stutter, uncertain of any plan. "I can't think of any way to fake that we are in our session. The band reports everything. Management will know if we leave our session if you never put the band on."

"I mean," Wonwoo thinks some more, peering down at the port on his arm where the band connects. "Is there a way," he slowly speaks, eyes implying what you're horrified he may reference as he peers at his port, "is there a way that we can tear this port out? Leave it with the band?"

"I'm not so sure about that, Wonwoo. I mean, it could have negative effects on your system, and I'm not sure how successful that would be. It would be too risky to the health of your network."

"It's worth trying," he pleads, already toying with the port on his arm, already seeming as if it were possible to remove the said part.

"You can't, I said it would be too risky-" you argue, but Wonwoo stuns you, pulling the port out of his arm. It's immediately recognizable that the port has disrupted something, and you can verify from initial inspection that it will definitely have an effect on the efficiency of his charging.

"See," he chides, but he can sense the effect on his system too. Nonetheless, he connects the port to the band, and the diagnostic band accepts the port. "It works, go check on your computer."

You rush to the computer, reboot it, and load the same software. You're jaw drops, almost unbelieving that the program recognizes the port without being directly connected to Wonwoo. It isn't feeding any valuable information, but it's recognizing that it's him regardless.

"It's working," you chime in disbelief, eyes wide as you turn to him, realizing this is the time to make the run for it.

"Lead the way," Wonwoo declares, encouraging you both to move forward with the escape.

There is no hesitation between you two as you lead him through the bright hallways of the R&D wing. There is a shortcut that leads to the terminal where the ships are, if you can get through there undetected, you are bound to make it to the ships.

If anyone were to spot Wonwoo, they would be suspicious. Of course, he's recognizable, and with everyone in the company being high-strung regarding escapes, it would be an immediate red flag.

Thankfully, you two make it unscathed to the terminal, and you work quickly to prep the ship.

"Wonwoo," you gain his attention from beneath the ship as he helps the best he can, mostly just on the lookout as you prepare. "I don't have the strength, can you attempt to pull the core out from beneath the ship? There is a tracking device, and we'll need to pull this before we leave."

"Of course," Wonwoo is quick to trade places with you. He works swiftly, but your eyes dart around the terminal. It's dreary, industrial, and clean. Everything you've started to resent over the past few days. It encourages your escape even more, a wash of relief falling over your shoulders as you determine this is the right situation.

Wonwoo appears from under the ship, the core of the craft held in his hands before he smashes it against the ground, shattering the material at both your feet.

"Let's go," you smile, climbing into the ship with Wonwoo and booting up the vessel. Your adrenaline has never run so high, you feel it through your veins as the vibration of the ship resonates through you.

It's been a while since you've started up one of these, thankful you were able to successfully start the craft up without issues. Wonwoo is impressed too, of course never navigating one himself.

It's a blur how you two escape, taking off at light speed as you accelerate up into space, leaving the stratosphere of Earth at a record speed, and focusing until you've fully left the exosphere.

You have no clear where to go from here, but, holy shit, you've successfully left. And you have Wonwoo here with you.

★+ The Long Path Home +★

It's a long path for you and Wonwoo. It's uncertain where you'll end up. You've heard of a planet called Lumen before, but you have no clue how to even get there. You're just thankful Wonwoo can even assist in navigating the ship between planets.

Your first stop is Opifex. After the escape from Earth, Wonwoo suffered significant damage during the boarding of the ship. His arm was damaged in the process of tearing out his main port, the tear in his arm reflecting in the functionality of his charging system. This concerned you more than Wonwoo could understand. You weren't sure if you could make this travel alone without him.

You rarely visited Opifex, but you had connections as you'd offer occasional assistance in developing robots that were created on this planet.

Your main connection was a level 3 robot named Changkyun. He had previously assisted in the creation of another idol robot, which you were the head developer of. You hadn't spoken to him since, yet you knew he'd be able to help Wonwoo. Discreetly at that.

You knew you weren't safe yet. Even if the tracking was removed from the ship and you had escaped from Earth, anyone could identify Wonwoo and the logo on your ship.

There was a constant state of fear during your travel to Opifex that you'd be caught. Tracked down. That Wonwoo would completely lose his charge.

"What is wrong, Y/N?" Wonwoo's concerned for you. He knows exactly why you're anxious, he is too. But he's hoping he can quell your anxiety somehow.

"I'm just tired, Wonwoo," you sigh, checking the ship's charge levels, anxiety only growing upon realizing you really do have to stop in Opifex soon. "Also concerned about getting to Lumen safely. We really need to stop at Opifex to make sure you're repaired before we even consider locating Lumen."

Wonwoo's free hand runs through your hair, the comforting motion alien to you, but you gladly accept it, leaning your head into his hand as he soothes you.

"How much longer until we reach Opifex?" You can tell Wonwoo is drained too. He needs Changkyun's help as soon as possible.

"I believe only a day more of travel," you confirm per the navigation. You know how to get there, and where to land. You decide against pinging Changkyun, in order to eliminate as much of a footprint as possible.

"Why don't you get some rest?" Wonwoo prods when he realizes your eyes start to roll back, head bobbing to the side after a while.

"Do you mind?"

"Of course not," he smiles gently, making your stomach flip.

You oblige, not having the will to fight after the past events. You lay back in the cot behind the main seating area. Observing Wonwoo as he takes his place in the captain's seat, he adjusts the controls to his liking as he navigates Opifex.

Your heart pounds as you observe him, Wonwoo made you feel free, he made you feel safe even in times like this. You've never felt this way about anyone. It's hard to fall asleep, these thoughts consuming your mind.

Wonwoo turns back to check on you, the same soft smile making you flush as you lay on the bed admiring him. You can't help but feel a connection with him, emotionally, and desire even more.

Eventually, sleep took you after much contemplation of your thoughts.

When you awoke, it only felt like you had slept a blink of an eye's time. The ship rattled, alarming you and jostling you awake. Only to realize that Wonwoo had landed the ship. You immediately recognized the planet, he had safely landed the ship at Opifex.

Wonwoo's smile relaxed you even further, dusting off his pants as he stood up and headed towards you. As per usual, Wonwoo's hand ran through your hair, instantaneously soothing you.

"We've arrived," he coos softly, trying his best not to overstimulate you more in your drowsy state. "Just lead the way once you're ready."

It's easy to see he is drained as well, in desperate need of a charge, and you're relieved that you've made it to Opifex.

The both of you quickly tidy yourselves up, you do your best to cover Wonwoo's damaged arm, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to the automation as you make your way to Changkyun's workshop.

There was an odd sense of security here, but you knew you had to lay low. You didn't want word of your appearance here. You knew his company would be looking for him, as that's all they were doing prior to the escape for the other members who had left before Wonwoo.

It was easy to find Changkyun, his shop was located where you had previously remembered it. It felt almost nostalgic coming across his shop, he had an eclectic style, yet the place was tidy enough to store and easily find all his supplies.

"Y/N?" Changkyun questioned in delightful surprise as you knocked at his door. "What are you doing here? It's been quite some time."

"Hello, Changkyun," you smile brightly. Something that Wonwoo can only pin as jealous pings inside him at your reaction.

How odd, he thinks to himself.

"Do you mind if we come in? I do have a favor to ask, which is why we are here," you speak quickly, emphasizing that you didn't just show up for no reason.

Changkyun holds the door open for you both, allowing you and Wonwoo to shuffle into the shop. Wonwoo takes note of the large magnifying lens contraption strapped to Changkyun's head, quickly noting that he is a Level 3 robot, and shows his own wear and tear after working all these years.

Wonwoo immediately deems him as trustworthy.

"What is this favor you are requesting," Changkyun prods, curiously eyeing Wonwoo as if he could understand where this was going.

"I can't share too many details," you speak hurriedly, beginning to unwrap the material around Wonwoo's damaged arm to provide Changkyun with a visualization of the problem at hand. "We've escaped Earth. However, in the process of avoiding getting caught, Wonwoo had ripped his port out. I think it's affecting his charging system. I just don't think we can go on for much longer until we have some sort of fix."

Changkyun hums in understanding, immediately resorting to his tools and materials. "I'm not sure if I'll have the materials for a level 1 robot, I haven't created one in quite some time, but let me see what I have."

You and Wonwoo let Changkyun search, shuffling around the shop quietly as you try your best to quell your anxiety. You hope and pray that Changkyun can help, there is no one else you feel comfortable resorting to. There is an unspoken trust that you have with the Level 3 robot, after spending years learning from his skills and further understanding the creation of robots.

Wonwoo's free hand is grasped in yours, you aren't quite sure when this happened, but it eases you slightly. You've grown to become attached to Wonwoo, amazed by how quickly things changed between each session and landing you in this scenario.

Thankfully, after a while of searching, Changkyun determines he has parts that will suffice, and will be enough to repair Wonwoo's system in order to allow him to charge properly.

Changkyun bids you off, encouraging you to get some rest as he makes the proper repairs to Wonwoo. You're continuously flooded with thoughts, but part of you feels better knowing you now have Changkyun's help. You hope Wonwoo can charge up before you continue your journey.

It takes a few hours, Changkyun claims the connections are not as direct as he thought they'd be, but by the time he is done, Wonwoo seems way too worn down.

Changkyun encourages you both to get your rest before continuing with your journey. He offers you a place to stay, it isn't much, but it's a spare bedroom in the back of his shop, offering it as a safe place to rest before continuing.

"Thank you," you hum sincerely, expressing your gratitude one last time before Changkyun wraps up for the day to head to his normal engagements. "Thank you so much for your help."

"Anytime, Y/N," he smiles, bidding you both good-bye and good luck on the rest of your journey.

That night you and Wonwoo share the crickety bed in the back of Changkyun's shop. Wonwoo had been timid originally, but you claimed it was alright, that it would provide you some more comfort if anything.

Wonwoo was relieved at that because he couldn't think of anything better. He was finally able to get closer to you.

Laying next to him, you adjusted the glasses and sat on the bridge of his nose, they'd always fall down a bit when he wasn't paying attention, a feature about him that you found so endearing.

Wonwoo was seeming better already, charging much faster than you anticipated. His hands found their way to your arm, nimble fingers running up and down your skin.

He could recognize the way your skin bubbled with chills, uncertain of what he was doing that made you react this way. His skin didn't react like this to touch, but the way yours reacts reminds him just how sensitive humans are.

"What are you doing?" You hum in content, enjoying the softness of Wonwoo's skin on yours. His skin was different, not nearly as warm as a human touch, but the synthetic skin was so smooth, feeling comfortable as it dragged across yours.

"What are these bumps on your arm?" He asks out of genuine curiosity.

"You're kidding," you laugh, eyes opening humorously to gauge if Wonwoo is serious. He is absolutely dead serious. "It's this phenomenon, we tend to call them goosebumps. It's a bodily alert that humans feel, a reaction to touch."

Wonwoo hums in acknowledgment, "Is it good?"

"In this case," you smile, enjoying his innocent curiosity, "it is very good. It feels nice what you're doing. Very soothing."

"What else causes goosebumps?"

You can't tell if he's twisting your arm at this point, looking for a reaction, because there is an insinuation in his tone as his hand drags upwards towards your neck, looking for more of a reaction from your skin. Which he earns, as goosebumps run all up and down your body at his barely-there touch.

His fingers travel to the crook of your neck, his hand wrapping around the back of your head and finding a home in your hair. He pulls you closer, testing the waters as he yearns to feel more of your body against his. Curious to see if he can pull more of a reaction out of you. It's all so new for him and he's hungry for more.

"Wonwoo," you whimper, allowing him to pull you into his body, your lips falling impossibly close to his perfectly molded ones. "Are you trying to send me into shock?"

You try to joke, but your words come out whiney as Wonwoo's lips brush yours.

"I don't know," he teases, his plush buds continuing to skim yours. "Is this good?"

"It's very good," you confirm yet again, your breath being knocked out of your lungs when Wonwoo's lips finally attach to yours. Kissing him is different, it's almost as if he's immediately on the same wavelength as you.

Your lips fall into the same rhythm, and you're just realizing this is something you've been craving for a while now. It becomes heated quickly, and Wonwoo's hands stay wrapped in your hair, ensuring you can't break away from the kiss.

He understands what it is like to be addicted to something now. He recognizes this feeling as lust, knowing of its effects and understanding why humans love it so much. He needs more of you and he needs more now.

Wonwoo pulls you on top of him, the motion feeling incredibly natural as he continues to kiss you, swallowing your little noises as you moan in delight.

You can sense him react to you in a similar manner as a human. You forget how advanced Level 1 robots are sometimes. You had been a bit worried that he wouldn't react similarly, but you can feel his cock swells beneath you.

"Wonwoo," you whine, finally breaking the kiss after what felt like light years of delight. However, you need more. "Please, need you to touch me. Need you to fuck me."

"I need it too, Y/N," he groans, the sound that comes from him is deep, uncharacteristic of his usual voice, but it sends shivers down your spine. Wonwoo is encouraged by the goosebumps that reappear on your skin, very apparent to him as you remove your shirt.

Wonwoo's lips instinctually wrap around your pebbled nipple, loving the way the bud peaks along with the bumps on your skin. He's even more encouraged by the sound that falls from your lips, a breathy moan that has his cock growing even harder.

"Please," you croon. "Can't wait much longer."

He's quick to pull his pants down, helping you stumble out of your shorts and underwear as well. He's amazed by how wet your nether regions are, and you're amazed by just how perfectly sculpted his cock is.

"You're perfect," you moan, running your folds over his length and pulling another groan of pleasure from him. "God, whoever created you did an amazing job."

You raise yourself slightly, teasing yourself with the head of his cock, the skin soft against your folds as you wet his length. You sink down slowly, your walls contracting in delight as your pussy greedily accepts his thick manhood.

Wonwoo recognizes the slight pain in your features as you accept him, but he can also sense the relief you feel as he bottoms out, feeling the contraction of your walls around him throughout his entire system.

"Let me ride you," you moan when you sense that Wonwoo is hesitant. "Let me take care of you."

He doesn't argue, overwhelmed by the unrecognizable pleasure he feels as you begin to bob up and down on his cock. Your nails dig into his skin, a sensation he's never felt before as they clamp into his shoulders, leaving divots in his synthetic skin and claiming your mark on him.

The pathetic noises that tumble out of you encourage him to move, his hips rolling upwards into yours and pulling even more deranged sounds from you, ones that encourage him to groan in enjoyment.

Wonwoo watches as a bead of sweat falls down your neck, loving the effect and glow that graces your skin. His hands wrap into your hair, pulling it up off your neck as you continue to ride his cock with more fervor.

He pulls on your hair tightly, enough for you to feel a tinge of pain, but it only increases the pleasure you feel in the deepest pits of your stomach. Your clit burns and throbs at the pleasure, your core heating and winding up tightly as you roll your hips against his, meeting each thrust of his.

"Wonwoo," you're screaming at this point, eyes blown out as you watch him, his jaw hanging slack as he becomes overwhelmed with the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. The friction of your pussy around his cock has him feeling engulfed in all ways by you.

The pleasure that builds inside him begins to feel impossible to fight off, he's unsure if he can hold this feeling back much longer, especially not when your walls throb around him with each thrust.

It's brutal at this point, the sound of your skin slapping against his, the visual of your breasts bouncing in front of him, and how you feel all too perfect like this.

"Y/N," he breathes out in desperation, "can't hold it for much longer. You feel too good."

"Good," you cry out, no longer able to hold your own pleasure back. "Finish with me, Wonwoo, release."

Wonwoo can feel the fluttering of your walls, the intense pleasure exploding inside you as you spasm around his cock, your body falling limp in his arms as you reach your high. Wonwoo is pleasured too, but you're not filled with cum, only watching as he reaches his own form of pure pleasure. He continues to thrust into you, driving you into overstimulation.

Wonwoo doesn't realize you're spent, especially since he can't necessarily be spent himself, he has the stamina of a Level 1 automation overall. However, he recognizes it after he pulls one more orgasm from you, holding up your form as your limbs can no longer hold your body up.

That night you sleep incredibly well in his arms, connecting with him on a level you would have never anticipated. This was something you would have never imagined as a developer, something you always condemned previously, as you feared growing a connection like this.

But now that you have it, you'd do everything to not lose it.

The next morning, you are awoken by a frantic Wonwoo. Changkyun had come early, informing you that there are correspondent Level 3 robots searching for you and Wonwoo.

Word has spread, and you're no longer safe here at Opifex.

Changkyun informs you that your ship has been reclaimed by the company. However, he offers you an older ship he has in the far back of his shop. It isn't the most modern craft, but it will get you to Lumen.

After providing you with the proper navigation and instructions on the ship, Changkyun bids you both goodbye yet again.

Thankfully because of Changkyun, you and Wonwoo are able to escape yet again, continuing your journey to Lumen. You continue to spend this time with Wonwoo, feeling more at piece in an unidentifiable craft, and knowing that his damage has been repaired.

It's comfortable with Wonwoo, you two work well as partners you've determined. You take shifts navigating the ship, Wonwoo has become quite the captain as you spend the next few days searching for Lumen.

Thankfully, your trip has come to an end, even though you've enjoyed the time with Wonwoo, the travel has been tough. You can see Lumen in the distance. A planet similar to Earth, yet seemingly a bit more thriving as you approach the safe haven planet.

★+ Lumen +★

Lumen. Wonwoo and you had finally landed safely on the planet. It felt safe. It felt like home. You felt as if you could be anything and everything you wanted to be with Wonwoo.

Lumen is similar to Earth, yet the land is lush and the population is diverse. Travelers from multiple planets have made their way here seeking safety. Here you felt accepted. You didn't have to consider the previous system of Earth. You weren't tied to anything.

Both you and Wonwoo could start fresh, and you both could sense this feeling. Wonwoo held your hand tightly, breathing in the fresh air and peering down at you. You looked peaceful, eyes shut as you did the same, head lulling back as the crisp air filled your senses.

This made Wonwoo's eyes flood with adoration seeing you look this free. He remembered what you once were like on the first day you met him. He felt lucky knowing he could be here with you, like this, now. He knows of others who weren't that lucky to have their partners with them after escaping their planets.

Here you'd settle with Wonwoo, in a quaint house where you two could be your true selves, and not worry about others' expectations of you two. Wonwoo holds you tightly at night, knowing that he always has you, the first person who has ever understood and listened to him. The unexpected developer that he can live freely with.

#seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fic #SCI-FI seventeen collab #svthub #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen fics

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elmhat · 7 months

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dreblr ask game because I’m bored (feel free to use)

Is c!Dream your favourite character? Who is?

What’s your favourite c!Dream duo?

What’s your favourite c!Dream era?

What’s your favourite c!Dream scene?

What do you think is the most character-defining c!Dream scene?

Is there a c!Dream scene/moment/action you would change?

Which character do you think is the most similar to c!Dream?

Which character do you think is the most different to c!Dream?

How do you headcanon c!Dream’s appearance? Does it ever change?

What do you think c!Dream’s life was like pre-DSMP?

What do you think c!Dream’s life would have been like in season 2?

What do you think c!Dream’s limbo/s would have been like?

Since we rarely saw c!Dream's own pov, who was your main pov character/s?

What’s your favourite c!Dream line of dialogue?

What's your favourite c!Dream AU?

What's your favourite c!Dream headcanon?

What are some of your favourite c!Dream fics?

What are some of your favourite pieces of c!Dream art?

What are some of your favourite c!Dream animations/songs/other types of video/audio content?

What are some of your favourite pieces of c!Dream analysis?

(For those who make fan content) Which c!Dream piece are you the most proud of?

If you had all the time, resources, and skills to create your ideal piece of c!Dream fan content, what would it be?

To what extent are you a c!Dream apologist?

When/how did you become a c!Dream apologist?

If c!Dream had to join an existing/former DSMP country or faction, which one would you choose for him?

If c!Dream had to spend the rest of his life around only one other DSMP character, which one would you choose for him?

What do you think is c!Dream’s greatest strength?

What do you think is c!Dream’s greatest weakness?

Which emotion do you think rules c!Dream the most?

In 3 words, how would you describe c!Dream?

All of these questions come with an implied "Why?"

#dreblr #elm ask games #random elm thoughts #if you reblog this I'll try to get around to asking you some of these!#if no one ever sees this then that's just fine hjahsh

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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i read the desc on yukong's lightcone and now i want her to be happy. can i request a yukong x f!reader where she falls in love with someone who reminds her of her former beloved.

Edit: we’re the first ones to make a yukong fic, LETS GOOOOOOO, W ANON, W US!!! yukong’s lightcone is so sadd, she deserves happiness!!!!!

↳ she sees her former beloved through your smiles and eyes but it was always you she sees first.

something about you made her gravitate towards your presence. what could have it been? the way you look at her as if she was the most important person in the galaxy? was it those brilliant, lively (e/c) eyes that never wavered even when a obstacle is in your way? was it your voice that managed to cut through yukong’s troubled thoughts and worries when she’s deep in endless turmoil from the dead remains of her past?

maybe so but there’s one of many things she learned after all her years of hardship, loss, and a long trail of tears behind the path she walked; the heart never lies. your smile; it radiated a kind of warmth that made her heart bleed of familiarity and hope. she shouldn’t be afraid to love again, she should hope once more and allow herself into your assuring arms for the remainder of her life. this time, she won’t leave, this time, she’ll protect you and keep the peace for not only you but for tingyun as well.

“ hey, yu’. you’re day dreaming again. or should i say, night dreaming? “ you snickered, resting your hand on her shoulder and glanced at the starry sky from the tallest building in the city, the sky-faring commission. it was as always a beautiful sight to see so you wouldn’t blame her. her body shakes under your touch as she chuckles, her gentle amethyst eyes turning to you. “ you could say that but i’m just simply an old woman reflecting on her life. “

shaking your head with that beautiful smile of yours, “ stop calling yourself an old woman. if i didn’t know any better, you’d be in your 100’s or human years, early 30’s. “ she laughs softly, her teal locks blowing into the wind along with her sultry voice flowing into your ears. aeons, yukong is such a lovely woman. “ alright, i will humor you. maybe i do look very young but my age is still my age. what does that make you?” she inquires in a playful tone, facing her body towards you. you envelope your arms around her waist, luring her closer to your frame. “ what are you getting at here, yukong? are you calling me a grandma lover?” you asked raising a brow, looking at her straight in the eyes with a fake offended look.

“ i didn’t, i asked you a simple question beloved and i expect you to answer it. “ she leans in and rests her forehead on yours, observing the way your eyes glistens in the moonlight. your lips brush against hers yet she makes no moves in backing away or returning your clear desire to kiss her. you hummed in slight defeat, “ well to be quite frank, i don’t care if you were 299. i’d still find you beautiful and the same yukong i fell in love with. so in this instance, age is just a number to me. “

yukong bellows with laughter at your oddly charming words and comedic seriousness behind them. this was the first time anyone had said that to her and the fact that it was you made it all more funny and special. you stood there dumbfounded yet entranced by her wondrous laughter which soon died down to chuckles moments later. “ did i say something wrong? “ it was her turn to shake her head, smiling. “ of course not, “ she kisses your brow delicately. “ i never thought you’d be more flattering than you already are. “

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #yukong x reader #honkai imagines #honkai star rail imagines

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regalevansworth · 2 years

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Little Fawn

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x Male reader

Summery : When your own father's exploits lead upto you being kidnapped by a tyrannical sociopath, there is no way you are getting out of the man's den in one piece or worse. But when the said man has a look of undeniable lust and claiming desire upon the first glimpse of your innocent being, would you be able to deny those inappropriate urges? Or you'll be the man's little fawn for the rest of your live?

Warnings : Passionate SMUT 18+, hint of non-con, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, age difference, size difference(you're cute n tiny)-sort of a kink too, daddy kink, dirty talking, biting, choking, rough manhandling, belly bulging, pet names(pretty boy, baby), possessive Lloyd(duh!) — remind me if I miss any.

Words count : 5.3k+

A/N : Here it is! My first ever fic that I have the courage to finally post. Actually, I had some other plans for my first fic, this idea came outta nowhere thanks to 'The Gray Man' and delicious Lloyd Hansen. Idk if it's too much cliche or rustic(self-deprecation talking, not me) but I've enjoyed writing it. I profusely apologise for my mistakes and story longevity (cz I love things slow). My special thanks to @chrisevansxmalereader for your endless support and love and all other authors up there who's writings inspired me so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy my writings as well. Likes and comments are highly appreciated. Love you all and- here goes nothing ;)

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You must be dreaming. There is no way of deeming this sudden horrible turn of events otherwise. Because, one moment you are arranging all the notes for your upcoming biology test and the next, you are slumped down on a huge sofa with an unendurable throbbing in your head.

After what felt like an hour of blinking slowly and trying to adjust to the surrounding lights, you come to your senses. Your first instinct is to scream— at the top of your lungs– for help because you know damn well that you've been abducted, mercilessly. But you hold back knowing that it'll only bring more catastrophe if it hasn't already.

You cautiously take in your surroundings and make yourself acquainted with pristine and somewhat historical looking structure. A room surrounded by walls that are dark-ish white, reagal furnitures and huge doors and windows with white see-through curtains.

Said doors burst open with a sudden clattering of footsteps- resulting you to jolt in surprise. "-agency should know that the fucker's son- well, hello pretty boy!" came a deep but somewhat amused voice, forcing you to look in the eyes of the source. You meet with the bluest of eyes that are now laced with something questionable.... dangerous....something like insurmountable hunger. And also something sinister like a predator eyeing it's prey. It is surely enough to make you squirm in discomfort.

Then you took in the sight of the handsome specimen with an equally handsome face, manly jaw, huge biceps, wide shoulders, thick neck and a splendid silhoutte going down to a tapered waist- all the things accentuated by the tight black turtleneck t-shirt he is wearing. Thick thighs and long legs draped with a pair of off-white chinos. But what caught your gaze the most is the weired looking moustache underneath his nose which makes him look rather funny except for his substantial presence being quite threatening.

The man- Lloyd Hansen, a former CIA mercenary, psychopathic killer, tyrant, ruthless barbarian an so on.....can't take his eyes off of the beautiful sight before him. You- with your dilated (e/c) eyes, soft (h/c) curls, pretty (s/c) smooth skin, plush soft lips and thin but elegant limbs totally left him out of breath. The light purple oversized hoodie you're wearing exposed the smooth expanse of your shoulders and neck that he'd absolutely love to cover with hickeys and bite marks.Oh, the things you make him want to do to you

Instructing his men to leave, Lloyd slowly stalks towards your frame—now curled up into a ball by hugging your knees to your chest. Never in his life has he ever been derailed from his mission this quickly. But just a single glimpse of you looking up at him so innocently, has him forgotten all about the task and what he has been hired for in the first place. It's like a lyric-less song resonating from your core and luring him in. And he knew there and then, he wants to— scratch that— need to have you. Inhibitions long thrown out of the window.

Watching him advance upon, you try to scoot backward but instantly meet with the headrest of the couch. He carefully leans in to your visage level. You make a futile attempt look away only for him to grab your chin and make you look him in the eyes. To say that you're scared would be an understatement when you are utterly terrified because every bit of the man's expression is screaming danger and that you're in trouble.

“My my, what a pretty little thing you are! Didn't know that the bastard had a full bloomed dahlia in his garden!” the man commented with a perilous grin. “What are you talking about?” you whimper out. You know that your father isn't some sort of noble-man working for humanity, if the abundance of his wealth is anything to go by and that he definitely has some secrets. But what in the hell is this?

Then the man let out a dark chuckle, “Aww, you don't know anything about your daddy's petty business, do you littlle fawn? That you're here because of him?”

“I don't understand. Who are you? Where am I?” You frightfully demand, raking your head around the room.

Without another word, the man ducks down and licks a long stripe across your shoulder and neck with a soft but firm kiss behind your ear, his moustache tickling the path. You let out a sound somewhere between gasping and whining before gripping the man's shoulder with both of your hands. “Mmm...your skin tastes just as sweet as it looks, baby. Fuck!” He slids a thumb right under your bottom lip and continues, “Unfortunately, a sweet thing like you should also be ruined, don't you think?”

The dark edge to his voice accompanied with his hot breath against your neck make you shudder in timid anticipation. “Please, don't hurt me” you feel tears prickling your eyes. If the man has something bad planned for you, you only hope that it doesn't include actual manslaughter. “Oh, baby! You're such an innocent little lamb, aren't you?” The man drawls. “Don't worry, we're gonna have so much fun together” he states with the same smirk.

Your confusion only augments when he pulls you up to your feet and picks you up without a warning and starts to stride towards the nearby king sized bed. You gasp in surprise and try to wriggle out of his grasp. The next thing you know, the man lies you down gently on the bed. He starts to run his palms up and down the sides of your torso, making your thighs quiver in it's wake. His dark and hungry gaze burning through your skin, crawling like a raging fever.

All of a sudden, a pair of soft chapstick tinted lips crashes onto yours and all of the air from your lungs have been abruptly kicked out. He's devouring you like a drowning man for air and all you can do is clung to those ridiculously huge biceps for leverage. The kiss is frantic, urgent with need, smacking loudly in the otherwise silent room. You make a sound at the back of your throat which makes the bigger man groan and deepen the kiss. You're having a hard time keeping up as the man kisses and nips your bottom lip, it's all harsh teeth and tongue. Having no experience on the act of kissing makes your moves sloppy but it does little for the man to back out.

A fresh tear slids down the corner of your eye. You're still trying to make out the situation and trying to figure out what is happening. What is he doing? Is he going to have his way with you? Without your consent? Defile the innocence you've been carrying all through your life? Are you going to forcefully loose your virginity to a man who is all but gentle? Or is this some kind of cruel nightmare?

Before you know it, a thick tongue is prying you lips apart and seeking access to your mouth. Your disapproval sound goes totally ignored as the tongue roams the inside of your mouth, tastes every nook and crevice making you moan and whimper shamelessly. Your responses only intensifies the man's hunger, drawing an aggressive growl from him. By the time you both are panting, taking in rugged breath as he breaks the kiss.

“Wai-wait-wait, please! Don't do this to me, I'm begging you. I-I-I... don't wanna get hurt” You outright beg and try to shove him off of you by his shoulders but he grips your wrists just as tightly. When you look him in the eye, you see the same daring darkness returning, blue orbs eclipsed by the blown wide pupils, then returns that toothy smirk.“It's okay, sweetheart. I can see it's your first time. Let me take care of you. Let me make both of us feel good” He suavely persuades.

The juxtaposition of his words and expression is making you uncomfortable, totally perplexed and beyond frustrated. But before you have the time to protest, he is attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses and bites, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your shoulder and collarbone. Bright purple bruises are forming on your skin by his harsh suction and lastly in a manner of soothing he licks over the marks.

By the time he is finished with your neck, you are a writhing, moaning and whimpering mess. As much as you loathe to admit it, but all these intimate actions, physical contacts have somewhat left you craving for more. You are absolutely mortified by your eagerness but the man is attending to you, giving you the attention you longed for so long after being shielded and preserved, grounded for the sake of your own safety. So, you don't essentially put up a fight when he starts to undress you even if you're still a bit unsure.

When the last part of you clothing has accompanied the rest of your attire on the floor, you are completely naked before the man. Cheeks flushed pink, you try to cover yourself up as much as possible with your palms but he takes your wrists and swats them away. Lloyd- is totally awestruck by your beauty, sprawled under his heavy gaze, spit slicked lips-bitten red, neck and collarbone marked prettily, you are like an angle to this god forsaken world. Delicate like the wisps of autumn.

“You truly are a work of art baby, so beautiful!” he rasps as he ducks down to peck you on the lips. He slowly trails his kisses down your body. Your neck, shoulders, chest and special attention to your nipples. He sucks on them as if determined to draw anything that must be kept underneath. You can't help but moan at the sensation making the bigger man groan against your soft skin. Oh! Not to mention that you're painfully hard by this point, cock leaking and twitching against the curve of your belly- all thanks to his little ministrations. Even if your sub-conscious mind is still alarted, your body is responding, appreciating and seeking more. Your nipples are all puffy and red and glistening with saliva after he finishes.

Then he stands upto his knees. Eyes still glued to your heaving figure, he pulls his shirt over his head before going to unbutton his pants. Your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of his hard-muscled form. Comically broad chest and impeccable pecs with some light dusting of dark blond hair, cheseled abs going down to the v-shape of his groin, a trail of hair following the skin and disappering under the band of his black boxer briefs. Arms looking extra huge now that they're accompanying the whole package. He notices that you're staring and smirks to himself making you blush to the root. Then he tugs at the waistband of his briefs and-

“Oh!” There sprangs free the biggest cock you've ever seen. Although, the only cock you've ever seen is obviously yours but still, you can guess the comparison. Standing there proudly, the cock is thick from base to the tip, long and veiny, mushroom shaped head flushed an angry shade of red making you gulp involuntarily. The thing is unblemished and has a slight upward curv. Balls looking heavy and full, hanging between his parted thighs. And suddenly you're very(very) nervous. Thighs closing instinctively.

Sensing your nervousness, Lloyd gently nudges your thighs apart and gets between them. He noses at your jaw and purrs, “You're gonna get this cock, baby. No matter you accept it or not. I'm going to have you the way I like. But first, you have to work for it”

With that, he stands up again but this time moves out of the bed and stands at the edge before beckoning you closer. Your perplexed state remains as you crawl towards him on your hands and knees who is now lazily stroking his cock all the while eyeing you hungrily. He then places the tip of his cock at your lips and traces the soft petals, smearing the precum all over them. You stare at him through your fluttering lashes the entire time and as if you're expecting further command. His dick jumps at the sight.

“Open up” he orders and you obey like a good boy. Then ever so slowly, he pushes his gargantuan cock past your lips and you experimentally give the tip a lick. Grimacing at the bitter taste of his precum you move your tongue at the under side of his dick, moving up again swirling around the tip and hear him groan in pleasure over you immediately. Then you take him in hand and embolden by his groans and moans, lick his cock from the base to the tip before kissing the head and closing your lips around it. “Fuck” he curses and shoves his whole length down your throat.

Before you have the time to adjust he starts to thrust his cock over and over in your mouth. You desperately grab at his strong thighs fot support. “Fuck, baby just like that. You look even more beautiful like this. Mouth stuffed full of my cock. Taking everything I give you” he groans overhead. “Are you gonna drink all of my cum too, little kitten? Gulp down all the thick milk I give you? Hmm? Like the good kitten you are?” You can do nothing but to whimper in response. All of this filthy talking is making you more aroused than it should.

“Yeah, I know you will. You're practically gaggin' for it, aren't you? My sweet, greedy boy” the last two words are punctuated by deep thrusts that have you choking on his length. Drool and spit dripping down your chin which is also making his cock glisten, looking even more intimidating and enraged. Looking up through your lashes, you take in the sight of his heaving chest, quick deep breaths are leaving his nostrils like some sort of lifeline. Pecs and abs are already sweaty and shining from the laboured thrusts.

Gripping the sides of your head, he starts to thrust in more urgently.soon you become light-headed from the lack of oxygen and can do nothing but to relax your throat that is now achy from the intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to make it easier. Tears stinging your eyes, gagging and gargling sounds leaving you mouth as you choke on his cock.

“Breath....nghh...thr-through your nose, baby. You're doing s-so good” He instructs or more like grunts with all his might and with one last particular shove, he pushes his cock all the way down your throat and keeps your head firmly in place where your nose is planted against the thick bush of his pubic hair, taking in his clean musky scent. You gag and choke the entire time and paw at his strong thighs. With a shuddering groan, he pulls away, a few strands of saliva connecting his cock to your lips, and smacks his hardness against your cheeks, drenching them with your own spit. You try not to feel too humiliated by the action.

“Fuck, that was amazing baby! Now, it's time for your reward” he breaths out and pushes you on your back on the bed. Taking both of your legs in his hand, he lifts them up and presses them on your chest, nearly bending you in half. “All flexible and bendy for me, huh? I like it” he chuckles, a little breathless from having you fully exposed before him. Your pink little hole winking at him, fluttering from the sudden contact of cold air. Groaning at the sight, he fully dives in starts to lick and lap at your sensitive furl of muscles, the most private and sacred place of a human being.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action. Mouth falling agape with a silent scream from the knowlege of how filthy and dirty this whole thing is. But when a thick tongue pokes it way in your entrance, you lose all the battle of resistance and let out a loud moan clutching the sheets either sides of your head. You hear the man groan, sending vibrations through your body making you arch in complete pleasure. Cock leaking a generous amount of precum and ready to burst at any moment. Just a few tugs would be enough to pull you colser to the edge.

That's why when you start to reach out, a strong hand shooes it away.“Nuh-uh, no touching yourself. Let your pretty little cock weep a bit more!” you hear the man chiding from underneath you. Then he again dives in, this time with much more vigour. He licks, slurps and sucks at your hole, prodding it with his tongue. Occasionally kissing at your inner thighs and entrance. The coarseness of his moustache making everything a lot more sensitive. Your entire body heats up when obscene slurping noise reaches your ears. Your own hands shoot down to grab the head between your legs, not knowing if you want to push away or keep it into place as choked out moans leave your bitten-red lips.

“Pl-please, I can't take it anymore, please!” You sound so wrecked already and you feel Lloyd smirking against your hole. Your entire world seems to stop spinning as he finishes making a meal of your entrance and comes back up with a kiss on it. “Yes, you can take it. You can take everything I give you. You'll be so good for me, won't you?” His every coaxing sentence is punctuated with a kiss, hands gripping either side of your head as you shook it back and forth.

“Yes you will. You will be a good boy—” The man continues. You still shake your head violantly, eyes squinted close and mumbling coherent words. “—Daddy's baby boy” at that, your eyes snap open. Cock twitching and drooling uncrontrollably on your stomach. Those last three words making you go into a full body shudder.

Lloyd grins at your obvious daddy issues. If only had he known this earlier. “Yeah? You wanna be a good boy for daddy? Let him take care of you? Give you what you want?” You nod eagerly even before you can think about it. “Come on baby, say it” He orders as he grabs a bottle of clear liquid, seemingly lube, from the bedside table drawer simultaniously lubing up his fingers and pressing one aginst your hole. “Yes, daddy!”, you gasp out as soon as the finger breaches your tight ring of muscle. Lloyd starts sliding his pointing finger in and out of you, relishing every soft little sound you make.

It's like a sweet torture for you every time he inserts his finger. Uncomfortable yet pleasurable. But when he pushes in another finger you nearly scream from the immense discomfort. “It's okay, relax. Relax for me baby” the man cooes gently but it does nothing to alleviate the burn. Your tight virgin hole is arrogant to keep the fingers away. But the man is also like a mulish horse, plunging in his fingers despite the resistance.

It's when those fingers touches a certain bundle of nerve inside you, your back arches and cock explodes instantaniously, the filthiest sounds exiting your mouth which you're too oblivious to care about. Like in a matter of seconds your primal pain gets replaced by a world shattering pleasure tremor. Body spasming from the aftershock. Lloyd's booming laughter pulls you back from your daze to actual reality, blinking twice you look at him and frown in confusion

“You just came from my fingers alone? Oh, the things you do to me, baby boy”, Lloyd rumbles and as if to make a point he tugs at his cock, making it jump up and down. He's hard like never before. And just right after, he adds a third finger, further stretching you open. When the copper taste of fresh blood hits your tongue, you come to realize that you've been biting harshly on your bottom lip to suppress your screams. Lloyd, who has been observing both your hole stretched wide around his fingers and facial expression, leans down and sucks on your blood coated bottom lip, a smug smile on his own lips.

Suddenly, the moving fingers inside your body come to a halt and leave immediately. You glance down in time to see Lloyd leathering up his massive cock with lube, eying your gaping hole. Eyes wide with realization of what's coming next, you let out a pitiful whimper. But Lloyd is already upon you, kissing your neck and slowly guiding himself in your entrance. “Shh- beautiful. Relax, open yourself up for daddy. There is no going back now. Let daddy have you” he gently coaxes against your neck.

When the fat bulbous head of his cock makes it's way inside, you are shaking bodily. A deep gutteral sound leaves Lloyd's lips which prompts you to shake even more. The stretch is painful, burning every inch of the skin around. Your head is buzzing like several crickets are jumping around your skull, throat dry from the way you're screaming. But Lloyd isn't stopping and sliding every inch of his monstrous cock inside your perineum. It feels like an eternity untill he sheathes himself to the hilt, cock buried till every single inch.

Lloyd is in heaven. Nothing he felt in his life is as exquisite as the tight grip of your virgin hole around his cock. Even all the chicks he has fucked before can't compare to the feeling he is relishing right now. Their eager pussies which gave their way for his rutting feels absolutely numb. He is having a hard time to restrain himself from start pounding into that tight heat.

Some minutes have passed since your screams turned into ragged breathes. Slowly, the cock inside resting inside you makes room for itself. Your inner walls widening to accomodate his garth. “I'm gonna move now, baby. Try to relax for daddy, hm?” Lloyd said as he pressed his palms either side of your head. Without waiting for your response, he starts to moves. At first he rolls his hips languidly to make more room. Then he starts to pull out untill the crown of his cock is the only thing inside and shoves back in. Your body attempts to jerk back by the power of his thrust but your hands fly up to surround his neck immediately to avoid it. Wrecked sounds seem the only thing your vocal cord can emit.

With wild abandon, Lloyd finally starts to fuck into your body. From slowly inserting inside to slamming back and forth furiously. Your breathy raw sounds are like music to his ears which only rekindling his vigor. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like having your daddy's fat cock inside you?” he asks you as he sets a steady rhythm. The only response he gets is another lengthy moan. “Yeah I know you like it. Your greedy little boypussy is hungry for it. Hungry for everything Daddy's going to give it. Do you know what it wants, baby boy?”

You surprise yourself by shaking your head, although you can't blame yourself when you are being fucked within an inch of your life. “Your pussy wants to be owned. It' hungry for daddy's cum, it wants to be stuffed so full of daddy's thick cum untill it can't take anymore” he says those words like he's stating some facts. It's extremely filthy yet does't fail to make your body heat up even more. The movement of his hips gets even faster. Then he grips the headrest of the bed with both hands, practically hovering above you and starts to pound relentlessly. The whole —fucking massive— bed is literally shaking by the force of his thrusts, leaving you dumbstruck by the sheer power the man holds and you can't help but arch up from the bed and whine louder.

When his hands return to your hips, your eyes roams over his face. Thick veins popping up from everywhere, his forehead, neck. Nose flaring like a beast, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His biceps and forearms are also bulging with protruding veins. And then suddenly, he slows down his thrusts. You don't get the time to contemplate before he flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your ass up into the air and one hand pressing onto your shoulder to keep your chest firmly pressed into the sheets. Now you're fully exposed to him, ready to be taken from behind— this realization should be for your utter shame not arousing.

“Fuck! That's a beauty” Lloyd groans as he slaps his cock several times on your cheeks and spits on your hole before shoving back inside in one go. But this time, due to change of angles, his cock brushes that exact sweet spot inside you. Your eyes immediately roll back from the sheer pleasure rippled through your body. Your clench the sheets so tightly you can see your knuckles turning white under your chin, along with a moan that evaporated all your vocal abilities.

Lloyd, encouraged by your euphoric moans starts to hit that spot repeatedly, mentally patting himself on the back to find your prostate without much effort. It's surely drawing out all kinds of sounds that are evident of your ecstasy. “Yes, just like that, baby. Daddy wants to hear more” he encourages. If it wasn't for the jack off earlier in the shower this morning, Lloyd knows that he would've come by now. His cock is being stimulated in the most delicious way possible. Along with the most exotic picture you're making right in front of his eyes.

The onslaught of sensations is making you dizzy. The bigger man hasn't relented his merciless pounding, which is ensuring his cock to hit your g-spot in precision. The drag of his heavy cock along your velvety walls making you both see stars. Lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other occupy the room. Slowing down his movements abruptly, Lloyd snakes his arm around your chest and draws you up towards him. Back flushed with his chest, he once again starts to move his hips. In and out, in and out, in and out, it's like his body moving on it's own accord that somehow prompts you to push back in return. Meeting his thrusts halfway, it's near contagious. He's panting on your neck, breath hot and wet against your tender skin where he sucked upon not long ago.

Lloyd's one hand grips your hip, another one snaked around your neck, choking your lungs system momentarily. His biceps bulging under your chin obscenely. Skin gleaming with sheen of perseparation. You grip his forearm with both of your palm from one particular thrust he delivers and realize suddenly that the pressure in your lower stomach is palpable! Your belly swells and flattens in time of his thrusts. Eyes wide, you slowly move your another hand down to your stomach and feel the swell. A choked moan ripped through your mouth as you press on his huge cock over your stomach. “Daddy!” you whine loudly. Cock leaking precum and pooling on the sheets.

As if on cue, Lloyd also moves his hand to yiur lower belly and feels the exact pressure. “F-fuck” he curses under his breath and stops his thrust to shove his cock as deep as possible and the press on his palm grows more wider. Halting, he flips you over onto your back and drives his cock in immediately. And sure enough, there's a gentle swell on your flat belly that only his cock able to make. The sight is so captivating and arousing that his cock throbs violently inside you. A sheer possessiveness seizes his mind and soul as red flashes before his eyes. He lowers himself down to your level all the while bucking his hips and growls on your ear, “You know what that means, baby? Hmm? It means you're mine! No one can ever have you like this. You now belong to daddy”

Then he grips his jaw and makes you face him, “Tell me who you belong to” he snarls through gritted teeth. You gulp involuntarily but say nothing. The man looks like a devil, at least a personification of the devil himself. Corrupting everything, your innocence, body and soul. The cock moving inside you taking your sanity from your core. But, these all are objective. For once in your life, you feel owned, wanted and equally important. So when he asks again, “Answer me! Who. You. Belong. To?” the emphasized thrusts only make you to moan out, “You, daddy”

“Good boy” He praises, making you preen in instinct. Then he goes fast, faster, harder. Muscles tensing and relaxing as he pounds deeper. He again starts to kiss and nip your throat. Marking you up entirely. Claiming as his own territory. So that everyone can know that you belong to the infamous—one and only— LLOYD HANSEN. He occassionally taps on the bulge on your lower belly created by his cock, making you arch up from pleasue. He latches his mouth on your nipples and sucks and bites untill they're puffy and raw.

It doesn't take long for you to reach the edge. As he mercilessly rims on your prostate and bucks animalistically. White hot pleasure surge through your nerve system and vision goes blackened as your cock erupts. Scrambling to get hold of something, you grip his biceps and moan as loud as possible. This orgasm is more intense where your body contorts and jerks by the sheer force of it. “Yes, that's it. Let it out baby. Fuck! you're so beautiful. Cum for me” Lloyd groans above you which indicates that he isn't far away either. Mind delirious with aftershock, you just lie there and take it.

And sure after, his thrusts go sloppy. Hips bucking in spasmodic fashion as his big—cum filled— balls draw up. “I'm gonna cum,baby. Shit! You want my cum? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”. Not wanting him to pull out just yet, you nod hurriedly. Satisfied with your reply, Lloyd starts his aimless thrusts. Shoving in balls deep one last time, he starts cumming.

Long, thick spurts of warm cum fill you up from the inside. Soaking up your inner walls. There is so much of it that they're forcing to gush out around Lloyd's cock which is still buried deep. He's all the while biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. It's like eternity untill he stops coming. When he's done, he pulls out and watches as the creamy white spunk leaking from your gaping hole.

Lloyd slumps down on the sheet beside you and stare at your wrecked form. Absolutely cum drunk, fucked out, frenzied mess that you are. Without any warning, he pulls you closer to his chest and strokes your cheeks with his thumb. It's an odd gesture of gentleness coming from a man like Lloyd. How can he not be when the most beautiful, pretty and precious boy is beside him. Now that the initial lust has faded (well, mostly for him) he just knows one thing, “You're mine”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare at him and wonder, is life going to be really bad if you decide to be his? The weired sense of possessiveness and protectiveness radiating off of him do nothing to alleviate your confusion. As sleep slowly creeps on your exhausted eyes, your subconscious mind delivers, “I'm yours”

～⁠～⁠～ ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡～⁠～⁠～

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x male reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x male reader #the gray man au #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen smut #x male reader #male reader insert #first time writing #kinda nervous #regalevansworthfic

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merp0515 · 4 months

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Path to Isolation

Mirror what's this thing I see? Who is staring back at me? A stranger to my heart has filled my mind Mirror Help me Who am I? -"Path to Isolation" by Casey Williams

(Lol I regret nothing! XD Also enjoy some mini angst fic!)

Four never really told anyone but every now and then he'd have an reoccurring nightmare about the old castle that always had him waking up in cold sweat and unable to sleep. The nightmare itself has gotten creative the more he thought about it over time. It even got to the point where it starts to haunt him during the day, causing him to snap himself out of the trance and reminding himself that it's only a dream. SMG3, Meggy, and Mario had kept a close eye on him after asking him if he's alright to which he responds with "I'm fine."

SMG4 was walking around his castle today, staying clear from his room to avoid another PTSD episode of the P E R F E C T incident. He tried focusing his thoughts on other things. Positive moments that stood out to him. He smiled remembering the time he first got the showgrounds after an intense auction, how Meggy and Tari saved everyone from One Shot Wren and his messed up West, and helping 3 get his notebook back from Mario and Marty. He stopped for a moment and noticed that someone hung a photo of the updated version of himself at the new castle. With the same original pose with the new castle as its new background.

He instantly frowned the minute it changed drastically into his old design, the Mario reskin. Four backed away from the photo, holding onto his chest and feeling his entire body freezing in horror as the painting smiled at him that made him very uncomfortable. He can hear it softly echoing in his mind. The taunting laugh, angry "fans" telling him how he's officially fallen from grace, and people that he holds dear to that are in the afterlife glaring at him in silence. Four tried to cover his ears and closing his eyes, feeling his body sweat as he tries to hold back his tears, hearing the voices get louder. His breath quickens the more intense it got until it got silent. He opens his eyes slowly and saw the floor change under him. Checkered flooring.

His heart instantly dropped.

No.

N-not again!

He looked up, slowly lifting his hands away from his ears and saw that he was back on the 2nd floor of Peach's castle! Not only that, he saw the painting he was looking at not too long ago with the same old design smiling at him, giving a thumbs up taunting his very being. He approaches the photo, dark thoughts filling his mind like never ending cockroaches infesting his mind. He took off his hat and threw it somewhere on the floor, not caring where it landed.

SMG4 stopped as soon as he was close enough to the frame. His anger started to rise, putting his hands into fists his thoughts surrounding his mind and vision quickly clouding in black.

Mario and SMG3 were the first two that ran into the castle after hearing SMG4's chilling scream and something breaking. Meggy wasn't far behind as they tried to find Four inside the brand new castle. Three panicking, tried to see if his meme energy can sense where Four was. All three of SMG 4's friends turned their heads as they herd Four angrily shouting at something to the point his voice is cracking.

"Quickly, this way!" Meggy frantically said as she and the boys followed to the sound of Four's distressed voice. Three's mind was racing hard as he and the others head to the meme guardian in need. SMG3 stopped to see glass on the floor, eyes widening in fear of what could of happened. Mario and Meggy stopped their tracks as soon as they noticed 3 not following them. Both the fat red italian , and the former inkling girl walked towards Three, seeing the broken glass on the floor.

Silent gasps and eyes widen seeing the sharp, yet fragile glass pieces on the floor. All three turned to see a huge hole on the photo of SMG4's current self, more glass on the floor, and Four himself with no hat in site soullessly staring at the trio. His eyes that once had life was now dead, no ounce of spark nor joy as the trio stares back at him with fear and concern for the blue guardian.

Meggy covers her mouth in horror seeing Four in such a shape, Mario remains frozen, gulping hard watching his close friend staring at him like the time at his Mario day party with such a bone chilling aura. His mind wondering if he should take a step forward towards him or not to snap him out of it. Lastly SMG3, who has recently become his friend after years of hating each other and almost killing him, watching helplessly at the person that has helped him achieve his goals.....having the very meltdown he saw at his old home. He felt his cold, icy blue eyes staring into his firey soul.

#smg4 #smg4 fanart #It's Gotta Be Perfect #Smg4 Angst

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fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty · 11 months

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Drop the Miku Binder TJ rant bestie

okay so like

i was just thinking about it, and, like, i think it's fucking nuts but also really weird how the hamilton fandom (which i'm in but i swear i'm not an uwu lams turtles shipper please) somehow took this CRUSTY, TERF-BANGED, UGLY, OLD, REDHEADED, RAPIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER,

and turned his ugly ass into this.

like damn what the hell- what- how???? okay like yeah, they're using daveed diggs as a base for this bullshit, which, okay, fine, but YOU DID NOT NEED TO ADD THE INFO. The idea itself is funny but also a bit weird, however im 99% sure Diggs himself wore that shirt. However, all of the extra info??? come on. Where'd the fandom get this istg y'all-

Also, also, they did something similar by making John Laurens (gay blonde dumbass) into an UWU turtles boy. ....why. Bi trash coffee gremlin tumblr over-worked sleep-deprived alexander hamilton. like yeah relatable but. why. small bean big sweater uwu innocent boy blushy short james madison. ...why. bro was stubborn and would pick a fight and was the 'fuck you' type of shy.

I just find it wild the fandom made this and it is the entirety of the fandom into one. There's the good sides, there's the bad, and there's this. Which encompasses the ENTIRE. FUCKING. FANDOM.

The fandom has its headcanons, it has its perks, but then you reach the side where everyone is just a wild fucking original character. They don't model the historical figures anymore- they're just OCs with the name 'Philip Hamilton' or 'John Laurens' or god forbid our third U.S president 'Thomas Jefferson' slapped onto it.

I'm also so confused as to how this is what the fandom is known for. We have some good fics, we have hella good art, we have a M U S I C A L , and then the first thought people have of the Ham fandom is Miku Binder Third President Founding Fucker Slaveowner Thomas Jefferson.

I also find it kind of offensive (almost put insluting oh my ufckjg-) that they made a founder become this but like he'd probably be really pissed so please keep fucking up his memory lmao he deserves it

But like... also why. What made them think of this.

Like yeah I write 20k word TR smut but you don't see me drawing it.

You don't see me making him an UWU e-boy.

...Eh I probably would for shits and giggles tbh

But like this is founding father Thomas Jefferson. Third Pres. Second VP. First Sec. of State. And he is a furry, ex-cocaine addict. Also btw do they mean John Laurens or John Adams as the former drug dealer part because neither are better but it'd really help

Also bro literally raped his 14 year old slave and had like 6 kids with her. He had her room DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIS. He RAPED HIS DEAD WIFE'S HALF-SISTER. AND HE'S A SAD UWU MAN WHO DID NOTHING WRONG?

Let's not forget this same person made a post saying Lizzie (the Queen) would be reincarnated as a horse when she died. I'm serious. Deadass.

However, it's also funny as fuck because this entire thing is a tarnish to Jefferson and I fucking HATE that bastard so like good job lol

At the same time though it's still super weird??? But insane??? Because how did this become one of the Tumblr exclusives??? like it's Tumblr history at this point. Twitter history. You cannot express any like for the Hamilton musical before you get the 'have you seen miku binder thomas jefferson' and it's like 'well shit'.

But also remember: THIS IS NOT AN OC TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Hamilton the Musical specifically gave you and presented you the founder. Thomas Jefferson. Played by Daveed Diggs. Just because it is played by a POC, but also modernized, and vastly different from the actual founder and President, does not mean that at its core it is NOT STILL THE SAME PERSON.

If you name it Thomas Jefferson, if you use the presentation of him given by Daveed Diggs, you are still using that white fucking slave-owning racist motherfucker, and that's the point of it all.

I find it stupid but funny but also insane, and I wouldn't care, unless I KNEW IT WAS SERIOUS. The artist made it seriously. They made John Laurens. They made Philip Hamilton. They did this seriously.

but like also look at this lmao

This meme of Thomas Jefferson in a Hatsune Miku binder really got trending on Twitter at one point

It's an infamous, hellish, classic meme of both Tumblr and the Hamilton fandom, and it deserves what attention it's got, but Jesus please never unironically make shit like this again, Hamilfans, we're stained by this we don't need another😭🔫

EDIT:

i have more

So like, I just remembered: it kinda romanticizes these guys??? The musical??? so like don't get me wrong i love the music but... it puts them into this light. This pink light. It paints Hamilton as an abolitionist who was outspoken about it. When, in reality, dude traded and sold slaves for his in-laws + wasn't all that outspoken about it + was against immigrants or migrants, WHEN DUDE WAS FROM THE ISLANDS. HE HAD SCOTTISH BLOOD. AND HE'S AGAINST IT? Hypocrisy at its finest.

Washington also owned slaves and ran his own plantation too, so he's not off the hook. Madison, the 'uwu small bean' of the fandom, also owned slaves and ran a plantation. So the main people of this entire fiasco are slave-owners. Perfect. But also I've heard Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton, the entire start of the musical, is a bit biased to Ham himself, so...

You could be saying 'but FDRsduckfloaty, Sally is mentioned!' yes. But however, not enough. Not more. It's not even implied more than potentially ONCE what he did, and I'm not sure it ever was! Cabinet battle 3 states it flat-out but it was cut. For your info, Ben Franklin and John Adams are the only two you can really like in the slavery aspect. Ben bought them but let them go for their freedom, and John detested slavery and was against it. Never owned one.

Jefferson did add a slavery clause to the declaration but it was discarded, and he didn't fight half as much as he could have. Maybe he did and since it was the 1700s he didn't have a lot of support, but surely he could've done something like, I don't know, call it out after his terms? Once you're done gaining your second term and out of office, they can't do shit to it or your presidency, since it's over.

So the musical itself has its own problem and the fandom is even worse. It blatantly disregards that a LOT. A hella lot of the amrev fandom + a small part of the ham fandom has called TJeffs out for it but I mean can we please not make shit like Miku Binder Jefferson and act like he wasn't an actual child rapist???

This video does pretty well at it. I will admit the tagline 'America then, told by America now' almost sends shivers down my spine for what it really means. But then again I find men not knowing they'd make it down into the history books for starting the world's global power and the world's economic powerhouse pretty interesting. Doing something big and knowing it's historical, but not that it's going to form a very, VERY large country, where you'll be honored down the road and called a Founding Father of an entire nation? Signing papers and not knowing they're the founding stones of a country and still looked up to today? Intriguing.

But like still fuck Thomas Jefferson lmao

youtube

there's a lot more videos on it that dig deep, but the point is, that Hamilton is a good musical with good songs but it's also very... complex, and a bit problematic, Thomas Jefferson is a little bitch, and you should stan 1776 before you ever stan Hamilton. 1776 does not do this. It is much more realistic. 1776 has Benjamin Franklin and that's an immediate win. Be more like a 1776, be less like a Hamilton.

#miku binder thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson #this is the rant that woulda stayed in drafts #rant post #hamilton fandom #not just hamilton no no the fandom itself

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keiyoomi · 1 year

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last chance

details: t. kei × gn!reader ; 800+ w/c ; loosely related to my first tsukishima fic?

trigger warning/s: murder ideation; implied stalking; implied blackmailing;

note: I'm getting rusty after not being able to write for more than a year now. let me know what you think!

listening to the sound of waves as it hits the rocky shore soothes your racing heart.

you've established a rule for yourself ever since you broke up with kei: severed relationships shall never be salvaged—no matter what might happen in the future.

but such rule was immediately ignored as soon as your gazes met at the reunion party of the old karasuno team.

he still has that air of arrogance that kept you riled up as a teenager. his features have already matured and he became taller over time.

most of the former members of karasuno learned about your past relationship when you were both in college—when he was still in a relationship with that other person after ghosting you.

“of all places, why did you chose this place for our conversation?”

“i've learned to keep my options open at all times.” you didn't bother to turn around look at him when you replied. “depending on your answer, I can to listen to the ocean while contemplating whether to forgive you and give you a chance.”

then, you glance at him. he walked towards your direction and stood close to you. he was wearing a frown on his face, clearly not amused by your statement earlier.

“and your other option?” he asked, stuffing his bare hands in his coat's pocket.

“bash your head against the rock if you piss me off.” then, you shrugged. “i can drag your body towards the water; let you drown until your body disappears—”

you paused upon feeling the weight of his hand on your shoulder. you turned to him and saw him covering his face with his palm.

“you good?”

“can you tone down your ideas... please?” the he removed his hand from his face. “i know that what I did before was wrong. I shouldn't done what I did to you back then. I know that I deserve all the hate that I receive from you, but...”

he pursed his lips.

“...I never lied to you whenever I said those three words. never.”

“hmm... I highly doubt it.” you looked at his face and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “i bet you've said those words to her too. while you suddenly cut me off of your life.”

“never.”

“what?”

“i've never said that to her.” you couldn't see his reaction as he spoke. “that's the reason why she broke up with me.”

you chuckled. “hm... I think you just don't want to be—” you paused while motioning your head towards the ocean.

“i'm telling you that I'm still in love with you after all these years. I am still hoping for your forgiveness. Hoping for you to love me again.”

“why?”

“huh?”

“why did you suddenly leave? why did you not even tell me that you're leaving? why did you tell everyone we know to never tell me where you are?” you asked before your voice broke. “just... why?”

he looked down and fiddled with his fingers.

“i... I love you too much that I want you to be with me.”

“what?”

his teary eyes met your confused gaze.

“i wanted to be with you until you graduate. I wanted to stay by your side and wait until we can go to college together.” he pursed his lips and covered his face with his hands.

you remained silent, processing everything he just told you.

“but hearing you look forward to a future where you achieve your goals even after we settle down made me realized how immature I was acting.”

he chuckled dryly.

“i am filled with too much love for you that i was willing to forget about my own dreams. I love you too much that I almost abandoned my goals, my passion... myself.”

“...and when you met her? did she made you recall who you are? did she reminded you of who you are before we met?”

“no. no.” he shook his head while looking into your eyes. “they were...” he paused. “they know who you are. they were one of those people who learned about me after watching our games.”

you shook your head, refusing to believe what he was implying to say. it wasn't impossible, but should you believe the words that comes out of his lips?

“i-i would never—ever—put you in danger. not when I can do something to prevent you from getting hurt.”

“i... I need more time to think...”

“please...” he said, kneeling in front of you while wrapping his arms around your legs. “give me another chance...”

“do you know how much I suffered after you left me? you idiot!” you replied while crying your heart out. you tried to pull him away from you but he kept his arms wrapped around you.

“let me go! hands off me!” you brush the tears from your eyes. “i won't believe a word that you say. you broke my heart. ignored me after we met again and now you're asking me for another chance?”

“give me a chance, please! just one last chance!”

you turned your head towards the glistening waters of the ocean as the sun began to set.

strangers from afar would think that it was some romantic proposal. the setting exudes romance on par with those scenes that could only be seen from movies and described by the writers on their works.

but reality was far from the imagination they have.

“one last chance.” you look at his pitiful figure. “give me another chance to myself to you. if you still believe that I'm not worthy of you...”

“i hate you...” you whispered.

tsukishima faltered as he heard those words from your lips. his arms slowly loosened around your legs, losing every ounce of hope that he has in his system.

“you big dummy.” you wept before kneeling in front of him too. “you could've told somebody about that person! you could've told the police about it! you could've told me.”

you leaned your head against his chest and cried with him. “all these years I've hated every fiber of your being. I hated you for leaving me behind.”

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, pulling you close to him. “i'm so sorry... for all the pain that i've caused you...”

you wrapped your arms around him while telling him the pain that you've felt all those years—and allowed him to soothe you until the sun finally sets from the horizon.

#haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima angst #haikyuu!! fluff #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #keiyoomi: rambles

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lxkeeeee · 1 year

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❝LUKE'S MASTERLIST❞

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✎ᝰ Stolas | Venti x Male! Dendro Archon! Reader | Contains NSFW content

Two Archons pining over each for thousands of years, what happens if they finally got together?

this is currently being rewritten because the smut is making me cringe lmfao

✎ᝰ Money | Venti x FEM! Reader | University AU

This story would revolves around a certain Literature Major—I meant a BROKE Literature Major and a certain HIGH-CLASS Business Major.

✎ᝰ Orias | Xiao x Male! Hydro Archon Reader

"I heard that there's gonna be a new Hydro Archon soon" Cloud Retainer mused as she watched the former Geo Archon hummed as he drank his tea.

Zero • One • Two

✎ᝰ Intoxicated Yet Sober Thoughts | Xiao x GN! Reader | University AU

A short fic about the messy breakup between the two.

One • Two

✎ᝰ Can We Fall Inlove in the Moonlight? | Kazuha x FEM! Reader

Two wanderers meeting each other under the light of the moon.

one • two • three • four

✎ᝰ Vanilla | Kazuha x Male! Reader

The scent of nature was his favorite scent to look for especially during his travels, lately his favorite started to change into... Something sweet.

zero • one • two • three

✎ᝰ Despair | Xiao x Male!Dazai! Reader

Xiao is slowly losing his mind as he repeatedly saved a suicidal maniac from committing unalive.

✎ᝰ A day in life as a Fatui Harbinger | Scaramouche x Male!Reader | Drabbles

Daily banter between the sixth and twelfth.

one | two | three | four | five

✎ᝰ Chalk and Gold | Albedo x FEM! Reader

Synthetic Humans. One made of chalk, other made of gold.

✎ᝰ Double Take | Kazuha x Gn! Reader

Where two strangers shared a house due to a stormy night.

✎ᝰ One Kiss | Xiao x Male! Adeptus Reader

Just the vigilant yaksha being curious what being kissed feels like.

✎ᝰ 1600 Days | Xiao x Reader

Reincarnated with their memories intact. How many days have they longed and search for their significant other?

one | two

✎ᝰ Only Then I am Human | Albedo x Male!Puppet Reader

A synthetic human made of chalk, an abandoned puppet.

one • two • three • four • five

✎ᝰ Top Notchers | Albedo x Male! Reader | Modern AU

Academic Rivals.

「⸙͎」 h e a d c a n o n s

Ꮺ 5WIRL/4NEMO

▶4NEMO as angsty tropes

Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, & Heizou in HEADCANONS featuring different angst tropes. | hurt no comfort.

One • Two

▶A Misty Memory

Erased by Irminsul, will they remember you?

4NEMO | hurt with comfort.

One • Two

▶5WIRL AS OPM LOVE SONGS

Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, and Heizou in different scenarios featuring different Filipino love songs!

▶5WIRL AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, and Heizou in different scenarios featuring different Taylor Swift songs.

「⸙͎」 s e r i e s & d r a b b l e s

Ꮺ GUNITA [Scaramouche x Gender Neutral Reader]

Reincarnation AU, a barista and a flowershop owner. This is a mini series of what the two would randomly do when they hung out or go on dates.

one • two • three • four

ᏪMarried Life Shenanigans [Scaramouche x Reader]

Some stupid shenanigans the couple do, scaramouche being a good husband because I say so. Mildly spicy or actual spice.

—Fem. Version

• behind closed doors [mildly spicy, implied having sex at the end]

•husband scaramouche being a tease [mildly spicy]

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ᏪAbout Luke

▶a broke college student,

▶education major

▶21 years old

▶she/he/they

▶genderfluid

▶down bad for scaramouche

▶genshin and honkai star rail player

▶ update sched is inconsistent

▶ favorite color is all shades of violet

▶#lxkewrites #asklxke

ᏪANONS

「⸙͎」 are open! - just send me an ask with your preferred emoji to refer yourself when sending anonymous asks<3

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sullustangin · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 10: Care

SWTOR

Pairing: Theron Shan X Eva Corolastor

Rating: T (for Tarty at the end)

Word count: 1660. (it got legs and ran off with me; I'll probably re-edit this later to include in a larger part of my fic series)

After Action Report:

Submitted by EC, Captain of Virtue’s Thief, Supposed Commander of the Alliance, Fugitive of the Sisterhood of the Three Moons, Goddess of Grandolba VI, Grand Poomba of –

Koth struck that last one out, as well the other honorifics she included thereafter, which got more ridiculous as they went; even if they were true, she was just doing that to annoy Lana. (He left the goddess thing, because that was just cool.)

Initial reconnaissance and contact communications unremarkable. The Star Fortress over Belsavis, former Republic secret prison planet, did not have any indications of irregularity prior to Mission 3401, parts A, B, C – contact, supply, then sabotage and destruction of defensive bunker in preparation for infiltration and subsequent destruction of local Star Fortress, as detailed in Mission 3401D.

However, it was soon discovered that the Eternal Empire had retained some of the additional defenses when it came to the planetary bunker. Once the bunker was accessed, all non-Eternal Empire ships in the atmosphere were shot down. Agent Shan and Pilot Vortena as well as their Alliance shuttle were already planetside, awaiting further contact with Captain Corolastor and Shan’s contact on plant, K’Krohl.

During the barrage, one of the spacecraft shot down from orbit crashed onto the bunker itself, while the Captain was still inside.

Koth frowned at the description that ensued. “Eva, this is …sorta boring.”

“The way you tell it, it gets increasingly dramatic, heroic, and superhuman,” she replied to him as she walked up the hallway toward the private room in medbay.

From what Eva had seen through the smoke and a panicking Whiphid flailing his arms next to her, Theron had crouched low and then rose with the debris across his shoulders, before raising it up over his head in in a fit of adrenaline, allowing Eva and K’krohl to escape to a waiting Koth.

Somehow, even with two torn biceps and every ligament, tendon, and muscle in his legs strained or sprained, Theron had made it back to the shuttle under his own power.

He hadn’t made it back off without assistance. Now he thought he was going to be discharged to his own quarters. Fat chance, Eva had told the doctor.

Meanwhile, Koth had already launching into an expansive retelling for the benefit of the nurses and orderlies in the hallway. “And then he just – rawr!” Koth tried to approximate the noise Theron had made.

Theron pretended to be deaf as a stone while he sat in his hospital bed impatiently, waiting for his discharge. He had his datapad in his hands, on his lap (someone had positioned it specially so he could work and …not move anything vital). He pointedly ignored Koth and any of “ooh”s and “ahh”s he generated from his audience.

Theron…had never been a good or willing patient; the scars he chose instead of proper medical aftercare were well-known to her. He wasn’t going to get away with it this time. Especially not after the manner in which he’d gotten injured.

Eva finally caught his eye as she leaned against the doorframe. “Hey.”

“Yoo-oo,” she replied with a wave. “How are you feeling?” she asked, quietly.

Theron’s eyes softened at her inquiry, but Koth cut in. “How do you think he feels, lifting a starship –”

“It was a shuttle. Just the front end,” Theron protested with an eyeroll, but nothing was going to deter Koth from his dramatic retelling to those gathered in the hallway.

The doctor on duty came in and exchanged a look with Eva. “Are you sure he’s going to be that uncooperative?”

“Absolutely. He has a track record.”

That caused Theron’s expression to go from annoyed to more than slightly concerned at what his secret girlfriend had planned.

The doctor checked Theron’s vitals and his present disposition. “Blood pressure is a little high,” she commented.

Theron shrugged. “I’ll take a pill for it. Not like I can switch careers right now.”

“Yeah, we’re sort of locked in at the moment.” The Togruta swiped through Theron’s chart. “All right. No heavy lifting for two weeks, no ambulatory activity without assistance for one week. Kolto helps a lot, and your job… isn’t supposed to be high impact, but let’s not fool ourselves here.” The doctor made eye contact with Theron. “If you can keep your hands off a datapad for three days, that would help.” She pointedly glared at the tablet in his lap.

Theron almost reached up to touch the implants on the left side of his head to port the information up, but Eva had been quick to lay hands on his bandaged upper arm – the very muscles that were being knit back together by kolto as they spoke. “That’s a no go.”

Theron glared furiously at the bandages, but he said nothing other than “I understand,” in a calm tone.

Eva knew he wasn’t mad at the doctor or her. He was angry at his traitorous, painfully mortal body. He usually was, whether these setbacks happened. It’s why he got back to work as soon as possible; he thought it was his own failing when he couldn’t work. That’s what he was planning to do right now.

Not this time.

The doctor handed her datapad over to Eva. “I commend him to your care.”

“What?” Theron asked, immediately.

Eva pocketed the datapad and motioned for Koth’s audience to come in and start patient transport procedures. “Since you evidently can’t be trusted to obey doctor’s orders and not work, you’re gonna recover under my direct supervision on Virtue’s Thief. I’m taking some personal days to make sure my ops manager is back on track.”

He stared at her. “That’s highly inappropriate. I should be discharged to my own quarters –”

“But you suck at following doctor’s orders,” Eva reminded him. “And I’m not letting you add new scars to your collection. So you’re going to be forced to take a break.”

“There will be talk on base, and I don’t want – ”

“Theron, the only thing they’re gonna talk about is you not working for once.”

By that point, Theron’s bed was already hovering out the door toward the docks, rather than to his personal quarters high up in the main building of the base, flanked by multiple medical personnel to make sure he didn’t try to make a break for it anyway. Eva strolled along side, watching as his expression grew increasingly sullen as he realized his standard “recovery” wasn’t happening.

“And where are you going to sleep?” he asked, sharply.

Eva smirked. “I’ve only been captain for nine, ten years now. I slept in crew quarters for the first sixteen. I know which bunk creaks.”

“What if –”

“Theron, this whole thing was Lana’s stupid idea anyway. If she can’t handle it herself for three days, then maybe she shouldn’t have cooked up a galactic revolution to overthrow the Eternal Empire in the first place,” Eva told him gaily.

Everyone around them knew she was wheedling the strait-laced ops manager; it was a consistent part of their banter since he’d shown up on Odessen. The Captain would flirt with that durasteel wall, and he’d keep things on track, much to the amusement of Lord Beniko. He was impervious to her charms….or so they thought.

Eva brought a tray in for supper – stirfry with Kodari rice. She’d served it up for him on Yavin 4, ages ago.

Theron was still grumpy, even as he looked with interest at supper. “I’m an adult. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“You need someone to take care of you, while you’re injured.” Eva placed the tray on the nightstand on Theron’s side of the bed. “And it’s the least I can do for you saving my life –”

“You… you would have found your own way out. I just got impatient.” His eyes dropped down toward his lap. Jedi humility and SIS duty combined to make a neat cover for his feelings.

“Were you just impatient?” Eva asked, teasingly, as she unrolled the flatware from the napkin. She shook it out with a jerk and tucked into the top of Theron’s shirt.

“No,” he said quietly. His hands, resting on his lap twitched. They wanted to reach for her, but could not. Should not. Eva decided to delay dinner.

Carefully, she draped herself in his lap, so that those anxious hands found the way to her with minimal motion, and Theron finally was able to hold her close. She’d held him on the shuttle, head in her lap, the pain obvious on his face, as Koth flew off like a man possessed…but in the rush to medical, he hadn’t been able to touch her. Have evidence she was alive and unharmed.

“I – I didn’t want you to die. I couldn’t stand it.” Theron drew in an uneasy breath, and his hands clutched at her, as her arms carefully hugged him around his neck. “I love you.”

“And the fact that I love you is why you’re here.” Eva drew back just far enough to look him in the eye. “Or is this still too close? Too vulnerable for you?”

There would always be a pause. That’s just how he was. But she always did crack open those defenses, slowly but inevitably, like her old omnitool. Theron shook his head.

She smiled.

“Dinner then?” he asked, hopefully.

With a laugh, Eva hauled herself up and got to the business of feeding Theron his dinner; he couldn’t use his arms to do it himself. “Are you actually going to go sleep in crew quarters?” he asked, halfway through.

Eva paused, fork halfway between them. “If you want me to,” she replied, honestly. “Might make it easier for your to sleep and get comfortable.”

He solemnly nodded, then his expression was all mischief. “You know, not all of my muscles were injured –”

Her laughter cut off the end of his salacious come-on.

Dessert that evening was very creative.

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #koth vortena

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 2 years

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do you have a pdf or alternate version of wiretap by morgana? it used to be on s&c, thanks <3

Here ya go. ~Lynne

Wiretap by Morgana [PDF] [EPUB]

A series of phone calls Adam overhears that makes him very seriously question why he's dating someone who everyone is positive is in love with someone else. Adam POV, Kadam, Klaine endgame.

#klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #PDF #EPUB #former s&c fic #Adam Crawford #POV

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harryofderby · 8 days

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Young Mary de Bohun and Henry V look quite similar to each other ( the former is from the Psalter of Mary de Bohun c. 1380 and the latter is from the Records of the Duchy of Lancaster c. 1402). I now adopt @heartofstanding 's headcanon in her fics about Harry resembling Mary the most amongst the Lancaster brothers.

#henry v of england #henry v #house of lancaster #mary de bohun

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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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Only Hell Comes

Pairing: Edge (WWE) x Female! Reader

Summary: Edge has some unfinished business to take care of with his old disciples The Judgment Day after his return at SummerSlam.

Rating / Warnings: Mature, Descriptions of Violence, LOTS of mentioning(s) of The Judgement Day and The Mysterios (they live in this fanfic mainly with Edge), Angst, Smut, Dominant! Edge, Use of pet names (Lady bug, pretty girl), Finn flirting with YN later on in the fic backstage, Overly Protective / Pissed! Edge, 18+ Only.

Word Count: 6,057

(DIVIDER CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL OWNER!!)

Tagging: @damnnhausen @cuttingedge708 @munsinner @haileysmall2005 @cuzimacomedian @whenimakeitshine1234 @ferrell-cat @s1nfuls @purplegirl20 @babiidee28 @dominikmysterio619 @doom-cookies-and-louis @demonqueen29 @josiewrites @lghockey @ringer04 @auburnwrites @rheaanddamianfan

You were at WWE’s backstage in Nashville, Tennesse at Summer Slam in the arena where the capacity was over 40,000 fans to hold in such a massive place like this. You chewed on your freshly black polished nails, your boyfriend, Adam, was scheduled to make his return ever since the June 6th episode of Raw, where he had been betrayed by his former disciples, The Judgment Day. He was somewhere in the archives, but wasn’t yet seen. Rey and Dominik, who were your closest friends, had been scheduled for a no disqualification match that very Saturday night with Damian Priest and Finn Balor.

You pushed a thin strand of your h/c hair to the side that was falling into your face, your mind growing with worrisome thoughts and the ‘’what if this happens tonight?’’ popping up all over in your head. Rhea Ripley, who’s a part of The Judgment Day, was known to be one of your best friends since she joined the WWE to train to become the entertainer she is today. A best friend who had recently betrayed you was the most heart wrenching thing to ever put up with. She was like another person, a person who you would never forgive after what she has done to you, nobody like her should be trusted. Ever.

‘’Good luck tonight out there, guys.’’ You greeted Rey and Dominik, who were heading out to somehow in some way get revenge on The Judgement Day.

‘’Thank you, YN. We’ll make sure we kick their asses for you,’’ Dominik winked, followed by a laugh from his father Rey.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Rey and Dominik to get their revenge on Rhea, Damian, and Finn. This match was going to be one hell of a show to never forget, one for the ages. You have had hope left in you for them as you watched on like a proud, close friend who was considered family to The Mysterio’s. Sitting yourself down in a chair, you watched on the big television screen from the backstage area, the worrisome thoughts began to disappear without a trace as your eyes were glued to the silver screen, displaying Rey and Dominik coming down the ramp and into the ring they were about to share with Damian and Finn. Smiling, your arms were tightly crossed against your chest hugging yourself, telling yourself mentally: ‘’They’re going to get their vengeance.’’

Right as Rey and Dominik had Finn and Damian slung over in the ropes, they attempted to dial up the ‘’619’’ move, but that damn bitch Rhea had to ruin it by pulling them both out of the ring by force. Your eyes rolled, sighing while your fingers tapped at a steady pace upon your lap.

‘’Get a chair!’’ Rhea demanded, pointing at Finn demanding orders to him to finish your closest friends off.

‘’No, no, no. This can’t end this way----’’ You sprung from out of your chair, with the biggest concern washed over your face.

Within seconds before the chaos grew more intense, the blood red brood lights shone across the screen. You gasped, your boyfriend Adam, who you had not seen in 2 months, looked so different, yet so reborn. He had a red jacket with spikes on the shoulders, black skinny jean pants, and appeared to had fix his hair up a bit. Before you knew it, he was running down the long-trailed ramp, giving Finn Balor a forceful high kick to the jaw. As Damian tried to retreat from out of the ring, Adam speared a hole right through him. The crowd’s reaction was astounding, not even you could get the words out to coherent your sentences properly. It felt so refreshing to have Adam back. To not only get his vengeance on The Judgement Day, but saving your closest friends from devastating injuries.

‘’That’s my Adam!’’ You yelled, celebrating his return while the cameras panned in on a devious smiling Adam by Rey and Dominik’s side, Dominik appearing to pin Damian for the ‘’3 count’’ to be claimed as victorious. Your emotions washed over you, you were filled with rapturous feelings it was unbearable to handle.

It was just a good night.

‘’Adam!’’ You darted over to your boyfriend, giving him a wide smile and welcoming arms to embrace him into a bear hug.

‘’Hi, honey. How have you been? My gosh, haven’t seen you in over 2 months. I didn’t know you were going to be here,’’ He was in awe by the way you have reacted when you saw him in person instead of on a big tv screen.

‘’Long story short, I came here not only to support Rey and Dominik, but I had a heavy feeling you were going to return tonight. So, I traveled over 1,000 miles just to see you guys.’’ You rubbed the back of your boyfriend’s neck, he hummed in delight by your delicate touch on his skin.

‘’1,000 miles? You’re shitting, right?’’ Adam let out a laugh, shocked only for you to do such a thing.

You playfully nuzzled the tip of your nose against his, he had no idea you had this all planned in your head after all. He placed large hands on the back of your head, forehead against yours's as you were about to fall into his trap normally like you usually do whenever you’re with him. You smelled the cologne off of him, he smelled so good it was so addicting. The smell of his cologne was your favorite smell of all besides the scent of lavenders. Sighing, you suddenly pulled away.

‘’What’s up, ladybug?’’ He asked with a hand clamped on your shoulder; his hazel green eyes deeply boring into yours's.

‘’It’s just I haven’t seen you in over two months, babe. I missed you so, so much. You should know one thing, and one thing only. I want you around every day like you used to be. It’s.... just not the same anymore.’’ You stated, standing back scratching the back of your neck with nails dug deep into your skin.

‘’No, no. Please do not think like this, YN. You’ll always have me around; I promise you under one condition. I will never leave you like I did two months ago, okay ladybug?’’ Adam scooched in closer to you, his palm now cupping the side of your cheek.

‘’Okay.’’ You replied, realizing the words that he spoke to you were true.

Perhaps you were overthinking shit again, but today was not the day to overthink. You wanted to think carelessly and live free, but the chair to the skull of Adam is unforgettable. The Judgment Day was always there in your head, they just needed to be stopped. But how? How can you stop them when they’re powerful and not to forget, your ex best fucking friend was dragged deep into the depths of hell and sold her soul to the devil that very day when she joined forces with them.

‘’Now come on, let’s go home.’’ Your boyfriend took your hand into his, exiting out of the arena with you to catch a private jet.

Once the two of you arrived at your destination to reserve seats on a private jet, he leaded you into a backroom with purple judgment day themed lights. Crashing his pillowy lips onto yours’s, kissing you with a passionate fire burning in his throat, he grumbled something under his breath that was hard to make out. Ignoring the sudden sound he made, his tongue slipped into your mouth, and while your tongues were dancing for dominance, he pushed you against a wall. Adam grabbed a handful of the silk material of your black and white checkered mini skirt, tearing it off of you. The cold air swooshed across your legs, you moaned out his name aloud, your panties growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

‘’Turn around. Now.’’ He huskily whispered in your ear, striking your ass with the palm of his dominant hand.

You wince, nodding in eagerness, turning yourself around so your chest was pushed up against the hollowed wall, he controlled where your hands were aimed at, practically pinning them above your head as you felt the large bulge in his pants rubbing against your thigh. His hand glided up underneath your loose shirt, while his other hand was tightly pinning your wrists together. Pulling the shirt that covered you up over your head, he tossed it to the side of the room.

‘’God pretty girl, you’re soaked.’’ He eyed you down, admiring the cum trickling down your thighs.

‘’Didn’t have to barely touch you and you’re already this wet for me.’’ Adam t’sked at the hundreds of goosebumps developing on your skin, whatever he had said or done to you made you more drunk in love with him than you already are. He caressed the flesh on your thighs before giving it a light smack, he felt your body up while you were begging for him to fuck you on the private jet.

‘’A-Adam, please take me.’’ The tone of your voice began too gradually be loud, enough for him to get frustrated and dominant you.

‘’If you really wanted this, ladybug, you should’ve spoken up sooner,’’ He erotically teased, you mentally adding a ‘’you motherfucker’’ on top of it.

His idle hands cupped underneath the bottom of your fleshy ass, hoisting you up, quickly switching sides with you so you can be face to face with him. With your skinny legs tightly secured around his waist, you felt the head of his cock slowly sink deep inside of you, inch by very inch. It didn’t take long to adjust down onto his size, but Oh. My. God. He was huge and perfect in size. You could take him like a pro, not having a bit of a problem at all. His jaw had dropped, and his head threw back, moaning blissfully.

‘’Oh, my fucking god, lady bug. How are you taking all of me so good?’’ He moaned deeply, sending shrilled shivers up your spine, thrusting his hips up for a better angle to send you off the edge. Biting down on your bottom lip, you wailed out his name repeatedly. Adam felt so fucking good inside you, you were unable to coherent words into sentences from being so cock drunk off of him.

‘’I love you, oh my god!’’ You cried, your walls beginning to clamp around his cock.

‘’Could do this all night, such a pretty, pretty girl. How did I get this lucky to have a pretty girl like you?’’ He breathlessly chuckled, staring deeply into your e/c eyes, while a gleam of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He looked so good hot and bothered for you, his face fell into your moon lit collarbones, making your pussy throb furiously once he reached your spot.

‘’Tell me how good I make you fucking feel. Use your words.’’

‘’You make me feel beyond good! I’m going to cum, ah!’’ You warned, but not doing so until you had the green light to do it.

When you were about to hit your highs, Adam pulled out of you, bending you over his knee and his palm striking your ass once more.

‘’P-please let me cum!’’ You begged, looking up at the Canadian man with short hair, who was laughing at you.

‘’Not until you make me cum first.’’

Such a tease.

Adam ravishingly spanked you again before bringing you down to give him what he wanted in the past 2 months, the thing he was craving from you was your mouth around his cock.

Your head pushed down onto him with no hesitating offer, you bobbed your head up and down rapidly until you hit the end of his dick. He groaned your name, pulling your head closer on him, gagging while saliva poured from out of your hollowed mouth and onto your breasts. He grasped your h/c locks, shooting his seed inside your mouth. Managing to swallow all of it, your jet-black mascara streamed down your rosy cheeks.

‘’D-damn, did I hurt you?’’ He panted loudly, kneeling down at your level, grasping the back of your head.

‘’No, babe. You didn’t hurt me. It was... intense.’’ You trailed off for a second, breaking eye contact with him.

‘’As in a good intense or bad intense...?’’ He tried to fight the words out of you, but you just weren’t quite ready to tell him exactly how you felt because of your dragged, shallowed breaths.

‘’It’s okay, ladybug. Let’s get cleaned up.’’ He helped you off of your knees, sitting you down in one of the private jet passenger seats, bringing you some wipes and a baby blue towel to wipe you up. He carefully wiped you down with care, he kissed your inner thigh, making you slightly hum. It went from ‘’Call me daddy’’ to ‘’I’ll take good care of you, princess’’ mode for Adam himself. He instantly switched gears from being a dominant partner, to a love and caring boyfriend who just wanted the best for his girlfriend.

Your eyebrows raised as it realized to be that he was being so gentle with you. The way he swept the wipe against your skin and drying you off as gently as possible was the reason why you loved him. Exhaling a dragged sigh, you angled your legs up so he could help finish cleaning you up. The Rated R Superstar brought your legs down, and got up off of his knees and leaned down so he could kiss you goodnight.

‘’Get some rest, baby.’’ He smiled brightly, covering him and you up in a blanket.

‘’Goodnight Adam, I love you.’’

‘’I love you too.’’

The very next day, you appeared to have transferred from the private jet and into Adam’s moving car. Groggily rubbing your eyes, your phone lit up. Grabbing your phone, you yawned and swiped down to read a text message from Dominik Mysterio:

‘’Hi YN. Hope all is well.’’

‘’Hey, yeah, I am just in the car with Adam at the moment appearing to drive home.’’ You texted, then putting your phone face down on your lap.

‘’Somebody must’ve had a good nap.’’ Your boyfriend jokingly said that alarmed you, then turning to focus in on the road.

You fumbled with your pearly white shoelaces, flashbacking to last night at SummerSlam in Nashville, Tennessee. Adam’s return to the WWE was absolutely mind blowing, you were the proudest girlfriend to have ever lay eyes on The Rated R Superstar. You were glad he joined forces with Rey and Dominik Mysterio once again, the old him but with a new look had returned. You were just lucky to have a man like him by your side at all times.

Adam put on his turn signal to turn into the street of his home in Asheville, North Carolina. Once you knew it before your very eyes, you were home with him. Pulling up in the driveway of his house, he parked, opening the car door hopping out of his car and then opening the passenger door car to help you out. You thanked him, following behind him as he clutched his keys in one hand to unlock the door to his house. Welcoming you to walk inside first, your eyes skimmed around the living room. Wow, you thought. How nice and aesthetically pleasing the house looking just by your eyes skimming around. You got lost by wandering over to the kitchen, footsteps heavy, your breath was taken away only by the sight of how OCD styled the kitchen looked. Everything neatly stacked in the coverts, including the bright silver-stained knives, forks, and spoons in the drawers of the kitchen.

‘’Wow.’’ You mouthed, arms then found their way to your waist, pulling you in closely.

‘’I tend to keep my house clean every so often, you know?’’ His lips tugged into a smile, his head leaning down to purse his lips on your shoulder. Your lungs inhaled the scent of his cologne, it drove you off the wall when he had kissed your shoulders and your sensitive collarbones.

‘’Yeah, I can tell just by looking at it. You do a really good job.’’ You replied, a hum in satisfaction escaped through you while he continued his attack on your collarbones, teeth gently grazing over your flesh. God fucking damn it, Adam. The burning, passionate sensation became overruling in the heat in between your legs, all you thought about was how he became to be a better boyfriend to you, and how the two of you were going to end The Judgment Day for good. Your mind was swarmed with good, positive thoughts, getting vengeance on Finn, Damian, and Rhea was now on your mind 24/7. You couldn’t procrastinate any longer, you needed to act on it as quickly as possible this coming Monday Night Raw.

***SKIP TO MONDAY NIGHT RAW***

You walked around the backstage area, to check on Adam. Knocking on his locker room door, the door opened within a few seconds.

‘’Hi honey, what can I do for you?’’ He smiled, leaning his upper body weight against his locker room door.

‘’Hi babe, I just wanted to tell you to be careful out there. And please keep your eyes peeled, I don’t want anything bad happening to you again.’’ You encouraged, standing on your tippy toes and kissing him on the forehead.

‘’Trust me, YN. I won’t let anything bad happen. I know all of their silly little games. You won’t see me in a neck brace ever again as far as I am concerned.’’ He winked at you. Something was going to happen tonight, and you weren’t feeling so sure about it.

‘’Okay. Like I said, just please be cautious. I love you.’’ You gave him a quick peck on the lips before walking away. Your heart pounded violently out of your chest, leaning against a nearby wall, you heard inaudible voices from behind you. Shit, shit. That was your cue to run.

‘’Where do ya think you’re going, YN?’’ Rhea taunted, Finn and Damian walking by her side, you were outnumbered.

‘’ADAM!’’ You yelled for your boyfriend, backing away as quickly as possible.

‘’Rhea, Damian, I think I need you guys to go elsewhere. I got YN.’’ Finn said, a frustrated groan came out of Rhea and Damian both, as they walked away from the two of you.

You were left with Finn Balor, who couldn’t be trusted as much as them.

‘’What do you want, Finn?’’ You asked, crossing your arms into your chest.

‘’You know, YN. I have been wanting to do this with you for quite a while now,’’ He trailed off, his ocean blue eyes spearing into yours's.

The lump in your throat grew hard, you had no idea what was next for you. Finn chuckled darkly, looking away for a split second, his eyes met yours's again. You were silent, but was being quiet instead of screaming your lungs out for help the best option?

‘’Leave me alone, please Finn.’’ You pleaded quietly, not even giving him a bit of acknowledgement. His lips eagerly met yours's, you closed your eyes shut, slightly giving in.

‘’What the fuck?’’ a voice scowled suddenly; it was Adam.

‘’Hey, hey. Take it easy, man. She was doing you a favor, and being my bitch for the night.’’ Finn spat, laughing at a now pissed off Adam Copeland.

‘’Fuck you!’’ He screamed, pushing The Judgment Day leader to the ground with force, punching him in the face.

‘’Adam! Please!’’ You yelled, trying to get him off of Finn Balor before things turned uglier.

‘’What is all the ruckus going on?!’’ Rey appeared with his son Dominik rushing to the scene, they were shocked to see a bloodied-up Finn.

‘’This is not over, Adam!’’ Finn screamed, retreating and stumbling off into the distance.

‘’Damn, you fucked him up good.’’ Dominik commented to Adam, who was huffing and puffing.

‘’Let’s go, YN. I will see you guys around.’’ Adam drug you out by your arm, and into his locker room to push you down on the couch.

‘’You really thought I was going to let Finn do this shit to you?” He rebelliously said, hands resting on either side of the burgundy couch, eyes on you.

‘’No, Adam.’’ Was all you could choke out, eyes slightly tearing up.

‘’I saw him fucking kiss you the way he did. He’s such a nasty son of a bitch.’’ He stammered, running his hands through his short, blonde hair.

‘’I--- I know. I am sorry, Adam. I should’ve done something to protect myself from him---’’

He abbreviatedly cut you off.

‘’Damn right you should’ve. A promo is calling my name, and I have to go out there now and face the crowd.’’ He grabbed the hem of your shirt, his lips roughly crashing onto yours's. You tasted his tongue which was beginning to devour you whole. Pulling away, he breathlessly said the words: ‘’Finn will never get to have you like I do. Never.’’

You nodded, in amazement of how much he can knock the wind out of your lungs by kissing you like he did just now.

‘’You think you know me?’’

His entrance music hit, the crowd went insane due to the long gone ‘’Metalingus.’’ No longer ‘’The Other Side’’ since Damian, Rhea, and Finn took over that theme song. He ran out with a passion, doing what he does best. Not only for him, but for the fans that were in Houston Texas that night as well. Remembering calling the fans ‘’sheep’’ and demanding them to ‘’rise for the judgment day’’ wasn’t really the true Adam you knew. He smiled at the camera, acting like nothing happened between you and Finn. You watched his body language, how his body language was fake, his smile to the crowd was a bit of a fake one. Knowing he was a bit pissed off, and not wanting to put up with anybody’s bullshit, especially Finn Balor’s. He was known to be over protective of you, on and off camera. No matter the circumstances, he made sure he made it well known that only he can have you, no one else can. Not even Finn, not even his friend Damian Priest.��

‘’Finn, Damian, Rhea, I’m going to end The Judgment Day.’’

Was an understatement he was going to make happen pretty soon. He was a man of his word, nobody as crazy as The Rated R Superstar could dismantle The Judgment Day and tear them apart limb by limb. Hell, if it took Rey, Dominik, and Adam to have a three-on-three situation, then so be it.

‘’That’s damn right, baby!’’ You called out, clapping your hands and cheering for your already not in a good mood boyfriend. You knew in your soul he was going to get his hands on Finn for what he did to you backstage which was uncalled for, he wasn’t happy go lucky with you either. Which you respected in every aspect possible. Because he would never do anything to hurt you at all. Trusting in your gut that he still loves and cares about you, you walked back into his locker room and waited for his return.

Later that night, Adam was chasing after Damian and Finn in the distance after accidentally spearing Dominik, who seemed to have had it pretty hard. You rushed to the ring, and checked on him alongside with Rey.

‘’Is he going to be okay?’’ You inquired to WWE Personnel's, looking down in concern on Dominik.

‘’I am sure he is going to be just fine, YN.’’ Adam Pearce replied, giving an unsure look to you.

Lies.

You helped an injured Dominik out of the ring with his father Rey, shoving Adam Pearce out of the way as the crowd in Houston watching on in complete silence, whispering to one another about how Adam Copeland ‘’accidentally’’ speared Dominik when he was supposed to spear Damian Priest instead. An ungodly thing to do to your friend, for heavens sake since it was done on accident. When you, Rey, and Dominik hit backstage, you have seen Finn and Damian knocked out cold on the solid concrete ground.

''Oh my god. Oh my god.'' You repeatedly said, a crazed Adam must've done this.

‘’Get some help out here, will you!?’’ Adam Pearce called from checking on Dominik Mysterio, to part of The Judgment Day being violently laid out by your boyfriend. Who in god's green earth knew where Rhea Ripley had hid.

Rolling your eyes at the treatment they were giving Damian and Finn, it was unbelievable that they got this much attention, and Dominik didn’t. He might’ve broken his ribs, but who cares, right?

‘’Yeah, this is a bunch of BS. You guys should’ve treated Dominik for broken ribs. Let’s get out of here, guys.’’ You walked over their lifeless bodies, getting to your car and driving off with Rey in the passenger side and Dominik in the back of the car.

Rey crooned his neck to check on his son, who was clutching at his ribs from the devastating spear he received, and the assault from The Judgment Day.

‘’It’ll be okay, son. Just hang in there, okay?’’ He said with worry in his eyes behind the mask he was wearing.

‘’I’m hanging in there, father.’’ Dominik winced, giving a weak ‘’thumbs up’’ signal to his worried father figure.

A call had come through your phone while you were driving.

‘’My Rated R Superstar <3’’

It was Adam.

You swiped the accept call button on your screen to answer:

‘’Hello? Babe? Where are you?’’

‘’Hi, honey. I’m at *insert random address place here*. Before you get here, you need to drop Rey and Dominik off. I need to have a chat with you alone.’’ His voice dripped in an erotic tone.

‘’YN, who’s that on the phone?” Rey asked, trying to listen in closely.

‘’No one don’t worry about it, Rey. And okay, on it.’’ You hung up as soon as Rey was reaching for your phone to grab it out of your hand.

‘’Stop it, I’m a grown ass woman.’’ You growled, pushing the phone in your back pocket.

Rey sighed, and folded his arms across his chest not saying another word. You pulled up by a near hotel which was probably around where Adam was at.

‘’Here we are, Rey, I need you to take care of Dominik and I will give you the money to check into this hotel. I’ll be back tomorrow morning to pick you guys up. Here’s your luggage.’’ You stated, grabbing their luggage.

‘’Besides, my boyfriend is calling for me.’’

‘’Wait, wait. Where’s Adam?’’ Dominik questioned in curiosity, while you handed his father the suitcases they took with them.

‘’Oh, don’t worry about it please. I’m sure he’s fine. I will let you both know tomorrow morning,’’ You gave a weak smile, waving goodbye to Dominik and Rey walking through the hotel doors.

Now, you got to go see where Adam’s location was at to see what he wanted. You got into your car again, turning the key to the ignition of your car, turning on your GPS and speeding out of the hotel driveway.

‘’Take the next right onto **** Drive’’. The GPS told you, you took the next right onto where it was telling you to go. Soon as you took a right onto the next street, your eyes scanned through the scenery of the street. It was a bit foggy out, your headlights had shone against the fog, it was around 10pm at night. The insects of the night were screaming, the moon light was far from different than before. Maybe you were dreaming.

Anxiously driving your car with two hands gripped around the black leather steering wheel, your heart fluttered up your throat, one minute until you hit where your partner is, you added in your head.

The minute had passed before you knew it.

‘’Your destination is on the left.’’

‘’Arrived.’’

‘’Here goes nothing.’’ You blurted aloud.

You felt your own two feet walk up upon the creaky stairs of the porch, not recognizing whose house this belonged to. Your fist shakily knocked on the door, a large shadow came up to the door, and swung the door open, grabbing you with force – your heart dropped to the floor and you’ve heard the same door you knocked on seconds ago slammed behind you.

‘’Welcome, YN.’’ a Canadian male voice greeted. The light flickered on, Christian?

‘’I--- I didn’t know you moved?’’ You questioned reality, thinking you were going insane as you saw his eyebrows furrow down.

‘’Oh, didn’t I tell you over text a few minutes ago that Adam was not going to be here alone?’’

Okay...

Pulling out your phone from out of your purse, you looked at the text Christian had unexpectedly sent you. You haven’t heard or seen Christian in over 2 years since he departed from WWE and joined AEW. He looked about the same, but his attitude was a bit different.

‘’He wanted to have a talk with me...? Where is he?’’ You looked beside Christian’s shoulder, a 6’5 male figure came from out of the kitchen.

‘’There he is, now the two of you can go have a talk, I will be right back.’’ Christian announced, patting you on the back of the shoulder, leaning in your ear to whisper: ‘’Nice seeing you again.’’ Then giving you a cheap quickened peck on the cheek.

Your cheeks flushed, shaking off the smell of wine lingering from Christian’s breath, your eyes narrowed toward Adam, a tsk came out of him at his best friend.

‘’Christian really doesn’t know any better, does he?’’ He joked regarding the small peck on the cheek Christian gave you, setting his coffee cup down onto the marbled kitchen counter.

‘’I suppose, also were you drinking with him just now?’’ You inquired, pointing at the cup he sat down on the counter resting flat on the surface beside him.

‘’Me? No, don't be silly my little ladybug.’’ He welcomed you with his arms extended, walking towards you. You hugged the back of his neck, your nose burned from the smell of blood red wine split on the same red jacket he was wearing at SummerSlam.

‘’Adam, you can be honest. Were you drinking?’’ You took a step back away from the love of your life, who seemed to be acting a bit off. He scratched the nape of his neck, and let out a frustrated sighed.

‘’Okay, fine. You caught me red handed. I drank only a little sip of wine and that’s it. Besides, I’m a coffee drinker.’’ He explained, you scowled at him instead of accepting the fact he had a drink with his long-time best friend, Christian Cage.

You gritted your teeth together, not getting too pissed off at him to the point where you had to walk away from it all.

‘’YN....’’ Adam voiced, tugging your arm to signal you to stay with him.

‘’I still need to have that talk with you,’’

‘’Promise me one thing, you will be honest with me from now on?’’ Your voice dripping in distress, finding his large hands and pressing them into yours’s.

‘’I promise. Anything I can do to improve myself to become a better man for you, dear.’’

Worry and regret washed over the face of The Rated R Superstar, he never wanted to lose you over something stupid like this. In his gut, he wanted to have a care-free life with the love of his life, which was you. All he needed was that special, trustable, and bondable relationship in his life. Despite having bad luck with his other girlfriends, you were probably the only one who understood him to the fullest. The grandfather clock hanging up on the wall in Christian’s Livingroom had just now struck 11pm. Trusting in your gut about the talk he was about to have with you, you closed your eyes.

‘’Okay, I’m ready to talk.’’ You announced, eyes sewn shut as a visible smile tugged onto his pillowy lips. A calloused hand rested on your waist before gliding up on your broad shoulder. Was there something more added to it that you just weren’t aware of? He kept quiet, his every move was swift and sympathetic.

‘’I don’t think talking means a whole lot, baby doll. I want to show you with action on how I exactly feel.’’ His whisper lingered in your ear, sending you off cloud nine. Your hands blindly moved down to his belt buckle, attempting to unbuckle his belt right when he grabbed your hand, pushing it away.

‘’No. I said what I said, I believe it is my turn to make you feel good.’’ Keeping his word, Adam’s teeth nipped at your skin, your moan shivered from out of you while he continued to feel you up like the night when the two of you fucked in the private jet you rented for the night just to get away from both of your troubles. You were backed into the kitchen counter, he lifted you up by your ass, his lips smashed onto the nape of your neck.

‘’Fuck, w-what if Christian catches us?’’ You moaned in between your words, thoughts swimming around the thought about getting caught having sex in the middle of his own kitchen.

‘’Stop worrying so damn much, baby doll. If he were to catch us right here, I’d suggest you go lock that door so he cannot get in to his own house.’’

Evil is what evil does.

You snickered, hopping off of the counter, dashing to the entrance door of his home, peaking out to make sure he wasn’t really home. You proceeded to lock the door, running back over to an already aroused Adam Copeland and jumping on the kitchen counter again. His palm smacked the surface of your ass, growling in your ear to get you high off of him. Rubbing you through your clothed crotch, his fingers linked into the waistband of your leggings, sliding them off of you so you could kick them completely off. Leaning down, his mouth devoured your thighs, sucking on them harshly to give you hickeys.

‘’Fuck!’’ You verbalized, throwing your head back in an arousing way. That was why he was called The Rated R Superstar, because every time you would have sex with him, he made sure to give you one hell of a show. Panting, you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter in which you were still sat upon. His mouth moved from the bottom of your thighs, up to your pussy.

Eyes rolling spontaneously, your body was quivering underneath him automatically when he ate your pussy out like a man that was starving. His tongue lapped up your juices flowing out of you, his hums and groans vibrated on you sending you straight to heaven. Scratching and clawing at the back of his neck, your nails dug deep into his skin until you climaxed all over his neatly trimmed beard and face.

‘’How was it?’’ He withdrawed, with those mesmerizing hazel green eyes looking up at you innocently.

‘’It.... was fantastic.’’ You drawled, softly smiling.

‘’Hey, I’m glad I can make you feel good, better than Finn can anyway.’’ Adam remarked, chuckling.

‘’Nobody can make me feel good as you can, baby.’’

Authors Note: This took over 5 or 6 days to complete this, holy fucking shit. I can’t believe I finally completed this! Anywho, hope you guys loved reading. ;)

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10holmes · 9 months

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Thanks for the fanfic ask game qs, now it's your turn! :D

I hope these aren't too many qs, but I'd love to know your thoughts:

C, K, M, S, T, V, Y

Thank you :)

Yay! Thanks so much for asking! So excited to answer these questions 😍🙏🏼🎉

The full (very long - sorry!) answer to be found below the cut! 😁

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oooh that's a tricky question... I think I can't boil it down to just one character but a blend of characters? I think the characters I tend to stan and ship are a good indicator bc I usually fixate most on ships and characters that somehow speak to me or that I relate to.

For example with XueXiao, I really identify with Xiao Xingchen in the way that he is kind and helpful to others and follows this ideal of wanting to make the world a better place and leaving the mountain for that, aka a place he could stay placid and content in, to instead do something about the injustices he knows about in the "real world", even if that means facing hardships and pain and struggles.

As for Xue Yang, I really relate to him and see him as my deepest darkest side if I could throw my morality over board. I am someone who whole-heartedly proclaims "eat the rich" and means it, so if I was any more like Xue Yang in the way not to give a fuck, I'd also just kill the people that hurt me or others and go unhinged... 😅🙈 Slight difference between us being I would not kill indiscriminately and for the fun of it or for the slightest offense but really only target corrupt rich people and super capitalists and fascists that have it coming for them 🤭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I really don't want to spoil anything, but it has to do with an alternative chapter / ending I came up with for my LiuJiu A/B/O fic. I love happy endings as much as the next fanfic reader but sometimes I just want to make myself and others hurt. And this one will hopefully make my readers scream.

Also there's a XueXiao reincarnation fic WIP I can't wait to post. It's nearly finished and I wrote it while listening to Tom Odell's "Another Love" on repeat - which should give you enough of a vibe to imagine the angst level of this fic. I'll just say this much: unrequited love 🤭👍🏼

Sorry I can't be more specific but I really don't want to spoil anything more😅🙈

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd like to share?

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know that phrasing or maybe it's a native speaker thing but I had to google what this meant first and hope Google got it right 😅🤣

My WIP file is massive... To give you a glimpse: Next to the ones mentioned above I've also started:

- an angsty post-canon Beefleaf fic, where SQX is haunted by a hanging ghost and made to kill herself but HX intervenes and they start their journey of reconciling, don't know if I'll ever finish it...

- a VegasPete vampire / vampire hunter AU based on a Tumblr prompt and gif-set post but I'll very likely never continue that...

- a LiuJiu AU where SJ is present during the events of SVSSS and LQQ knows SY is an imposter and now tries to bring back SJ into his former body. This has angst and hurt written into every line. Sadly it's merely all in my head...

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Enemies to Lovers always hits! It's my jam!

Also the angstier the merrier! Hit me with the feels, the pain, the hurt, the agony! Doesn't even have to have a happy ending, I'm a sucker for being emotionally destroyed and also emotionally destroying my readers (though I tend to give them a happy ending at least) 😈🤣👍🏼

And, like you, omegaverse is my guilty pleasure - the smuttier the better 😏

And speaking of guilty pleasures I also have to say monster-fuck AUs are on the menu as well... There have been some really good SongXueXiao ones, I've read. Didn't know that was something I'd ever be into - my 14 year old self would probably be appalled. But here we are 🤣🤣

Soulmate and Fated Pair AUs are something I like to dig into as well.

And I'm also really into mermaid AUs. Especially when one is human and the fic gives off The Little Mermaid vibes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I don't know why but any modern day AUs especially High School AUs... I just can't read it. The most I will do is mob boss / mafia or reincarnation where they slowly uncover their past, but if canon events are set in modern times/contexts I don't really like it for some reason 😅

But I'm actually quite open to a lot of fics and it's mostly not the tropes I can't stand but characterisation or writing style 😅🙈

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fanfic out there (not you own) which would it be?

Bruh... What a difficult question... I haven't ever thought about writing continuations or pre-quels for existing fic as I love them the way they are and mostly just in between imagine possible canon-divergences if the characters had made different choices...

But I guess, from the top of my head, I'd like to write a sequel to "Mark of Jasmine" to give LiuJiu an alternative or reincarnation happy ending because they've really been played in that one... 🙈😅

Y: A character you want to protect?

So many. All my little blorbos and meow meows. On the top of that list - obviously - Xue Yang. But I'd also step in front of my best bois Loki and Shen Jiu to shield them. They deserve so much better 💕😭

Now thanks again for the ask and for reading this long-ass reply, it was my pleasure 🤣

#fic ask game #interesting questions #thanks for the ask #10holmes musings

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emi-writings · 10 months

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Wrapped Up in a Bow

Superhero one-shot with Hero Wilbur (Mockingbird) and villain Quackity (Wisp). The fic was also uploaded to Ao3, and I am uploading it here.

Wilbur really reconsidered his stance on murdering villains.

Mockingbird wasn’t a high-ranking hero. Wilbur was pretty certain that the Hero Committee would have preferred it if he wasn’t a hero at all. But he was fast, and he was willing to work the unpopular shifts due to his lack of income. So, when the chaotic duo of Bumblebee and Ender had caused trouble by defacing the entirety of the Upper West District, Mockingbird was one of the heroes sent to help stop them and clean up their mess. Wilbur had kept up the chase longer than anyone else had managed to.

That was until Bumblebee decided to trap him.

That was how Wilbur ended up hanging upside down, bound by some kind of ribbon, in an abandoned warehouse somewhere in the Central District. The giant, thick ribbon that wouldn’t give or tear no matter how much Wilbur struggled against it, and the hero knew it wasn’t a normal ribbon. His communicator was also entirely disabled due to Bumblebee’s ability to manipulate technology, so he was unable to contact any other heroes for a rescue. In short, Wilbur was completely helpless.

Wilbur had no idea how long he had been trapped in the abandoned warehouse. All he knew was that he had started the chase hungry, and now he was starved. He hadn’t eaten since the beginning of the day, right before he had left for work. Which meant that he was incredibly fucked over unless another hero just happened to wander over and find him. That was also unlikely, because no one had a reason to visit this specific warehouse. Maybe a vigilante would pass through, but they’d be more likely to abandon him under the suspicion that he’d arrest them as soon as he’s free.

He really wanted to punt that bee-themed villain into the sun.

The hero once more tried to shift and struggle, hoping at least that he could right himself so that his blood no longer rushed to his head. But he felt faint, his avian biology working against him in a fit of instincts and hunger. But his heightened instincts were useful for one thing – he heard something shifting in the distance, and could tell it wasn’t something small, like a rat or raccoon. Someone else was in the warehouse.

“Hey! Is anyone there?!” Wilbur shouted, “Can you help me?!”

There was silence, before loud footsteps echoed throughout the building. Wilbur sighed in relief as the footsteps got closer. Then, out of the shadows stepped the worst person who could have stumbled upon Wilbur in this situation. The almost formal wear styled combat outfit, the mask and the card motif were all recognizable on their own. But the wings were what would have given him away even if Wilbur didn’t recognize the outfit. Those shrike wings used to belong to the future number one hero Fallacy – now, they belonged to new top villain Wisp.

Wilbur sighed, “I’m totally fucked, aren’t I?”

“Oh, I don’t think that language is accepted by the Hero Committee” Wisp said with a sinister grin.

“I’m not going to spend what could be my dying breath sucking the Hero Committee’s dick, you’re either going to kill me or leave me here, I don’t think my language is going to change your mine” Wilbur snapped.

That got a startled laugh, “Wow, you really give no fucks?”

“My day has sucked far more than it usually does, and I’m debating self-cannibalism at this point” Wilbur replied, “Plus I ran out of fucks to give two months ago.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not feeling very murderous, so you’ll survive this encounter” Wisp said.

Wilbur tried to blink away stars, “Doubt it.”

“So, which hero do I have the pleasure of gracing my presence with?”

“Oh, fuck you” Wilbur hissed, “Just because I’m a C-tier hero doesn’t mean you need to rub it Mr. Former S-tier.”

The villain raised his hands in mock surrender, “I wasn’t trying to be a dick, it’s dark and you’re covered in ribbons – all I know is you have dark hair and a British accent. Can you see how little that narrows it down? At least now I know why you’re in a bad mood, you’re broke as shit. No wonder you’re on shift.”

Wilbur huffed, before deciding that he really didn’t care, “Mockingbird. I’m the hero Mockingbird.”

“The Crowfather’s son?” Wisp asked.

“The Goddess’s son” the hero corrected, “Men get way too much credit when they don’t do shit… oh fuck, I am way too sleep deprived to be talking to a villain.”

Wisp crossed his arms and grinned, “No, actually I’m enjoying this gossip… wait, you’re a mockingbird hybrid, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away?”

“Shut up. You shouldn’t be flying while sleep deprived, let alone actually doing hero bullshit” the villain reprimanded, “And didn’t you mention something about cannibalism earlier? When was the last time you ate?”

“You’re not my mother” Wilbur hoped the darkness proved some cover to how flushed his face felt.

“No, I’m just the villain who gets to decided whether or not you get kidnapped” despite the mask, Wilbur felt Wisp’s glare, “So, when was the last time you ate?”

“Six.”

“PM?”

Wilbur looked away instead of answering, but that itself was an answer.

“AM?! It’s eleven at night!”

Wilbur the watched, helpless, as the villain reached down and grabbed one of the many blades that were strapped to his body as part of his villain attire. But instead of the villain using the daggers on him, Wilbur instead felt his bindings loosen, before the villain moved to catch his head as he was dropped down onto the floor in a heap. His wings ached from being tightly bound, not to mention some feathers were bent or damaged, he could feel it. He also felt lightheaded and wondered if he would even be able to stand without fainting. He had a hunch that he wouldn’t.

Wisp moved to prop him into a sitting position against his chest, “What is wrong with you? You know you could have died, right? If I hadn’t decided to check out Bumblebee’s mess, you probably would have starved yourself to death.”

“I know what I’m doing, I would’ve been fine” Wilbur replied.

“I doubt that” the villain raised a bottle to the hero’s lips, “Here, drink this, it’ll help.”

Wilbur titled his head away, “What is it?”

“It’s a fun little concoction I made as a pick-me-up in case of emergencies where I’ve over worked myself” Wisp explained as he moved the bottle back, “It’s high-calorie, high-nutrient or whatever. It’s just really healthy, is the gist of what I’m saying.”

Without much of an option, Wilbur drank the brew the villain had presented to him. It wasn’t too bad, though if there had been poison in there, Wilbur wouldn’t have been able to taste it. The hero knew the villain wasn’t completely lying – while he still felt tired, he already felt some of his strength coming back and his stomach settled a little from the hunger. He had to wrestle with his instincts to stop them from demanding he nest, but other than that, he felt good.

“Thanks, I really needed that” Wilbur sighed, “Should you really be helping me? You’re a criminal.”

“Look, I used to be where you are right now. Well, not literally, I actually got paid enough to make a living, but I understand some of the struggles of an avian hero” Wisp said, “So I feel obligated to help. Here, have some protein bars too – they’re not the best, but you need solid food in you.”

Wilbur grabbed the offered bars, about five in total, “I hope you know how weird this for me, and that the only reason I’m not fighting you is because I am way too done with everything.”

“Noted” Wisp said, and Wilbur could hear the smirk, “Also, your wings look like shit. They’re a complete mess. I know some of it is from being tied up by Bee’s Happy Birthday Bomb, but I’m starting to suspect some of it was here before.”

“Happy Birthday Bomb?”

The villain shrugged, “It’s what he called that trap. Anyway, stop changing the subject, have you been self-preening?”

“I don’t have a choice” Wilbur whispered.

“Look, I don’t know how bad your relationship with your parents is, but it had better be pretty bad for you to not go to them for help with preening” Wisp’s hands were suddenly on the hero’s wings.

“Hey!”

“Your wings need to get preened properly, or you’re going to fuck them up and then you won’t be able to fly” Wisp moved Wilbur’s wings with surprising gentleness, “If you’re not going to go to your parents, then I’ll do them now.”

“That’s incredibly personal” Wilbur blushed.

“This is basically medical treatment” Wisp countered.

Wilbur sighed, unwilling relaxed as the villain moved through his feathers, “It’s not out of stubbornness. My mockingbird is convinced that Crowfather is going to try and eat me, and it’s hard to convince it otherwise when I feel betrayed by him.”

“And yet your instincts are apparently comfortable around a shrike” Wisp mused.

“You’ve betrayed the Hero Committee, you haven’t done shit to me” Wilbur answered the unasked question, “And you’re feeding me, which has my instincts focused on eating rather than being eaten. Not to mention that this would be a really tedious way to murder someone, when you had them in a more vulnerable state previously.”

“Really? Because I’m picking up some vibes of restraint from you – specifically your instincts. So do you want to answer that again?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “That’s no because of you… My nesting instincts were triggered.”

The villain held a long pause, “Your nesting instincts were triggered?”

“Yes.”

“Your nesting instincts.”

“Yes.”

“Which, for healthy avians, would not be triggered in a random warehouse, because that would make no sense and also be very, very bad for them? Those nesting instincts?”

Wilbur wanted to sink down, “My instincts have always been weird when it came to nests and nesting. I experience it stronger than most, which does happen to healthy avians sometimes.”

“How long have you had these strong nesting instincts for?” Wisp asked.

Wilbur shrugged, “As long as I can remember.”

“Even when you were a nestling?” at Wilbur’s silence, the villain continued, “Nestlings don’t experience nesting instincts ever, even if they would go on to develop strong nesting instincts as adults.”

“How about the villain stops trying to analyze me and my instincts?” Wilbur turned to look over his shoulder (and wing), “Does that sound fun?”

“Just so you know, this entire conversation has been full of red flags that has me concerned for you. And I’m a pretty ruthless guy” Wisp replied.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you half of this” Wilbur admitted.

Wisp hummed, “Probably because part of the Happy Birthday Bomb is a minor powered form of a Spill-Your-Guts.”

Spill-Your-Guts was the name of an experimental truth serum that a villain had made over a decade ago. It didn’t end up working as a truth serum, anyone under the influence of a Spill-Your-Guts serum was able to lie. But Spill-Your-Guts did make you very, very chatty, and if you weren’t aware you were under the influence of it, it became very easy to just blab anything that came to your mind. You might not reveal secret identities while under its influence, but you might reveal personal details that were bad enough to give yourself away. It also mellowed you out a little bit, so you’d be more passive and less violent.

“I am going to throw that fucking bee into the ocean” Wilbur groaned.

Wisp laughed, “Yeah, this is partly my fault. We were hoping a hero with way less baggage would get this trap.”

“Why not use some kind of truth serum?”

“Because we both know heroes go through mandatory training to resist that kind of stuff” Wisp answered, “So I wasn’t to do that. Spill-Your-Guts doesn’t get used that much because you can just lie or go on a tangent.”

Wilbur groaned, “I am so completely fucked.”

“Would you feel better if I told you of a place where you can get free food?” Wisp offered, “It would be a great way to save money.”

Wilbur sighed, “You know what? Yeah, I would. It’s been a long day.”

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