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nicoline1998enilocin · 21 days

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Red and Gold

PAIRING || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.1K

SUMMARY || Tony is bringing you along to a charity event, but this time, you decide to surprise him with your outfit. The moment he finds out you're wearing his colors, he has to restrain himself from tearing it off you and having his way with you right then and there.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar Daddy AU. Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark. Sugar Baby!Reader. Heaps and heaps of tooth-rotting fluff.

WARNINGS || Unspecified age gap. Use of nicknames (Sugar). Use of Y/N. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Sexual tension. Explicit sexual content. Feral Tony Stark. Referenced heartbreak.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Begging. Praise. Degradation. Hair pulling. Oral (F receiving). Beard burn. Spanking. Semi-public sex. Clothed sex. Rough sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie. Aftercare.

A/N || The idea for this one-shot has been living rent-free in my head, and I am happy to say that with the help of @ccbsrmsf1, this story has finally come to life! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1 as well, for which I'm forever grateful. Thank you for everything you do for me; I love you! 💙

A/N 2.0 || I used writing prompt #2422 from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor while writing this story. From the moment I saw it months ago, I knew I had to use it in a story, and I'm happy to say I finally found the perfect one to incorporate it into! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book night || "Look At Me." Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book night || Sexual Tension Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || Love Confession Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Having sex while clothed

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @rookthornesartistry || Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

Sugar's POV

It's a beautiful day today, and you're sitting outside the coffee shop on your college campus, a hot cup of coffee and a pastry on the table, along with your laptop. On the screen is the face of someone you haven't seen in almost a month but who you miss more than anyone: Tony Stark.

He's seated in his office, his phone propped up as he eats his lunch while talking to you - a habit you two have subconsciously slipped into a few months ago. Seeing how your lunchtimes overlap most of the time, you spend 30 minutes to an hour keeping each other up to date on everything, and today, the topic of conversation is tonight's charity event you're both attending.

"Why won't you hint at your outfit, Sugar? I've already shown you mine, so it's only fair you show me yours," he tries again with a soft smile, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild as you look at him.

"Because, Tony, it's a surprise. I've told you that before, and I'll tell you again now. I want to surprise you tonight because we haven't seen each other outside of FaceTime in a while. And I may have gotten something special that I'd like to hide from you," you say as you wiggle your brows, and Tony's cheeks flush at your teasing.

"Not fair," Tony pouts before taking another bite of his lunch, making you laugh.

"Life's not always fair, sorry," you respond, sipping your coffee as your eyes slip shut. The liquid warms you from the inside out, spreading a content smile.

"Are you sure you won't be able to drive to the event together, Sugar?" Tony tries one last time, and you shake your head. Between classes until 7, getting ready for the event, and meeting Tony beforehand, there won't be enough time to join him, so you will have to meet him on the red carpet.

"I'm sure, Tony. I wish I could, but unless you want me to wear my casual outfit, I prefer to go home first and meet you on the red carpet instead. But I promise you I'll make it worth your while later tonight," you say with a wink, and Tony almost chokes on his food as he realizes what you're referencing.

Just as he's about to respond, a notification on your screen lets you know it's time to head to your next class. A sad feeling settles in your chest as you say goodbye to Tony, whose face shows a hint of disappointment that you must go.

"I can't wait to see you tonight, Sugar. I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store for me," he says before you both say your last goodbyes and you head to class.

Luckily, the remaining classes seem to fly by, and once it's finally time to go home, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild at the thought of seeing Tony again in an hour or two. Your dress and accessories have been picked out and laid on your bed in preparation, and your hair has been washed this morning to save time.

The moment you step into your apartment, you're running from one place to another to get ready as quickly as possible while eating some leftover pasta salad you made for dinner last night. Your hair is straightened before being put into a ponytail, a few pieces left out to frame your face, and you opt for a red and gold makeup look to finish your look.

Lastly, it's time for your dress: a deep-red off-shoulder gown that reaches down to the floor and has a split on your right side that reaches mid-thigh to show off your leg. Combined with gold jewelry, high heels, and a matching gold bag, you're ready to go on time.

After one last look in the mirror, you hear a car honking outside - letting you know that the car Tony has sent to pick you up has arrived.

"Good evening, Ms. Y/L/N," Happy says with a nod, and you smile at him as you greet him.

"Good evening, Happy. Thank you for picking me up," you tell him before getting in the back of the large car, careful not to bang your head or trip on anything. The second you're seated, you let out a soft sigh, and your heart hammers against your ribcage, trying to escape as the realization sinks in that you're almost reunited with Tony.

But most of all, you're curious to see his reaction because you're wearing red and gold—his colors.

Tony's POV

It's been a long day already for Tony, filled with long meetings, and it's about to become even longer now that he's at the charity event. Pepper has also been asking him countless questions today, and all he wants now is to see you again; he wants a piece of his sweet, beautiful Sugar. At this point, knowing that he'll be reunited with you soon is the only thing that keeps him from walking out of here with zero fucks to give.

He has already passed countless photographers and is now being interviewed. However, he's sure that his answers are barely usable, now that you have completely taken over his thoughts. His mind is miles away from the moment at hand, after all.

Just when the interviewer is about to ask the next question, Happy pulls up in the car he sent to pick you up, and it's all Tony can focus on now. Time seems to have slowed as the door swings open in slow motion, and each of your legs emerges from the large, black vehicle.

First, he sees your golden shoes complementing your skin tone beautifully, and then he sees the bottom of your red, floor-length gown. His heart is hammering against his chest as he's holding his breath in anticipation of the rest of you—which will be gorgeous, without a shadow of a doubt.

Happy extends his hand, and you grab it to get up carefully. Tony sees the dark red nails that match your dress perfectly, and his mind instantly wanders to how they will feel as they scratch his back later, feeling himself chub up in his bright white pants.

Every last drop of blood officially rushes south as you step out of the car and into the spotlight. After thanking Happy for the ride, you face the red carpet with a bright, wide smile on your lips as you spot Tony, and you wave shyly at him before being led to the giant wall of photographers.

Men and women shout your name left, right, and center while Tony can do nothing else but stare at you in absolute awe. The woman interviewing Tony has given up and moved on to someone else, all while he looks like he's nailed to the floor, his jaw slightly slack at the sight of you.

The dress hugs your curves in the best way possible, and Tony's heart beats faster than ever as he looks at you, enjoying yourself on the red carpet. You have joined him enough times, and you two have been the headlines of many tabloids since your arrangement started, so everyone is well aware of who you are.

When you extend your hand towards Tony, letting him know you also want some photos together, he immediately rushes over to where you're standing. If he weren't already deeply in love with you before this moment, he definitely would be now, though he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud. He doesn't want to ruin your relationship, after all.

As soon as your hand makes contact with his, you both feel a shock of electricity going through your body. Tony lifts it to his mouth, kissing the tender skin of the back of your hand, causing a deep red blush to spread across your cheeks, but you also feel superb as he does it. He never fails to make you feel like a princess.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you did this just for me," he says as he looks at you with pure love. His glasses frame his face in a way that makes him look even more handsome than usual, and they complement his bright white suit.

"I told you I wanted to surprise you, and I believe it worked," you say as you reposition yourself against his side, the leg that was exposed by the slit of your dress is bent slightly while your hand covers his arc reactor under his shirt, which helps to ground you a little bit as well.

"Let's get a move on, Sugar. I can't wait any longer to be buried deep inside your tight, sweet pussy," Tony whispers in your ear before grabbing your hand and pulling you away. His heart beats faster with every step, and his cock is straining hard against his pants. Seeing you has made him horny, and he is going to make sure he will have his relief - preferably by burying his thick, hard cock deep inside the hot, tight, velvet walls he's missed so much.

He needs you badly, and he needs you now.

It doesn't take long for Tony to find an empty closet, and without a care in the world, he opens the door before pulling you inside with him and pushing you against it once it's closed. Tony's lips are on yours instantly, and you welcome his tongue immediately, savoring his taste after almost a month of not seeing each other.

The kiss is messy, and it's a combination of tongue and teeth as his fingers glide over your exposed thigh, the other hand pulling your hips against the straining bulge in his pants.

"God, I missed you so fucking much, Sugar. Missed having that perfect little pussy wrapped around my cock, and your lips sucking my soul out through my cock," he pants while he works your panties down your legs, all while your hands are wrapped around his neck, your forehead pressed against his as your breaths are mingling.

"Missed you too, Daddy," you say before capturing his lips to suppress the moan leaving your lips, but he quickly pulls back after hearing you say that.

"What-" is all he can get out before you move your hands from his neck down to his pants, unbuttoning it quickly before pulling out his achingly hard cock. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him with a shimmer of mischief in your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy, please," you beg softly, and it's exactly what he does. Your dress is quickly pushed up and out of the way so he has the access he needs, and he guides his shaft back and forth through your folds, making you gasp each time it nudges your sensitive clit.

"So fucking wet for me already, huh? Nothing but a dirty, desperate little slut for Daddy to fuck whenever he wants. Letting me fuck you in a closet where everyone can walk in at any moment - I'm sure it makes you fucking drip for me," he says through gritted teeth as he lines up his cock, not pushing in just yet, but letting his hand glide back and forth over his length.

"Y-yes, Daddy! 'M your slut," you tell him in a breathy tone as you look through half-lidded eyes at him, mouth slightly slack as you feel him pumping his cock up and down, your nails digging into his shoulders in anticipation of what's to come.

"If you want to be a good slut for Daddy, you will need to keep quiet for me right now, Sugar," he says, and without any other warning, he shoves his cock in with a single thrust, and his lips instantly crash onto yours to swallow the loud moan that was spilling over.

Tony's thick, strong fingers are digging into your thighs as he thrusts in and out of you at a strong, rapid pace that has your eyes rolling back and your pussy fluttering around his cock, the length of it hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Your nails are digging harder into Tony's shoulders, and it only spurs him on as he builds both your highs, your orgasms barreling closer at an alarming pace. Suddenly, Tony's mouth is gone from yours, and he carefully grabs your jaw with his right hand, his left one holding you still.

"Look at me, Sugar, look at me when you cum on my cock. Fuck, need you to cum on my cock like the good slut you are for Daddy," he groans, and you nod as soon as your eyes find his intense gaze, the usual dark brown entirely replaced by the black of his pupils.

"Cream my fucking cock, Sugar, and I'll fuck you so full of my cum it'll leak out of you for the rest of the fucking evening, dripping down these delicious thighs of yours before I fuck it right back into this tight, warm pussy when we're in my penthouse," he pants. Still, all you can do is whimper softly as you're trying not to scream as he repeatedly hits your G-spot.

The moment your orgasm washes over you, your nails are digging hard into Tony's shoulders, and his mouth is immediately back on yours as he fucks you through it, your legs trembling heavily in the process. He whispers soft praise as you come down from your high, and it's only when he pulls out that you notice he has cum, too, his seed nestled deep inside you.

"Such a good girl for Daddy; I missed you so much," he whispers as he peppers your face with soft, gentle kisses, and you smile shyly up at him. You always feel extra vulnerable after you've had an orgasm, but he has learned how to handle that, making sure you won't crash after your high.

"M such a lucky man to have you by my side, Sugar," he whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead, followed by one on the tip of your nose, and he finishes with a last peck on your lips when you've found your footing again, and you're steady on your feet.

"Thank you, Tony," you whisper, and he smiles. Just before you two leave the closet, Tony picks up your panties from the floor and tucks them in the pocket of his pants as a little souvenir to remember what you two just did.

Surprisingly, the charity event went by quickly, but you and Tony decided not to stay for the afterparty this time. You two have been eyeing and teasing each other ever since you emerged from the closet, wanting nothing more than to make each other fall apart a couple more times before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Happy has picked both of you up, and there's a comfortable silence in the car as Tony's hand draws abstract figures on your thigh. You look out the window at the New York City skyline. It has always been one of your favorite cities, and when you decided to study here, you couldn't wait to explore it all.

Somewhere along the way, you met Tony, and now you're seated in the back of a large SUV on your way to his penthouse, where you two will undoubtedly spend the entire night pulling orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

The moments between Happy dropping both of you off and the elevator ride to his penthouse are a blur. The only thing you remember is Tony kissing you fiercely in the elevator, hands wandering everywhere until you had to let go, and he would lead you to his large bedroom.

Now, you're standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. As you look over the Manhattan skyline, Tony stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. Your heels have already been kicked off, making him considerably taller than you are.

"I can't believe you had the nerve to show up looking like this, Sugar. Wearing my colors was such a bold move, and I can't say anything other than that I'm impressed," Tony tells you as you meet his gaze in the window.

"You must bring it out in me, Tony. Because I know for sure I would never have been able to do something so bold without you by my side," you answer as you take the last step back until your back is against his chest. Your eyes flutter shut as his arms wrap around you, and you hold his forearms as you stand there for a moment, basking in the moment's intimacy.

"As much as I love seeing you in that dress, I know for sure it'll look even better when it's on the floor," he tells you, making you chuckle as you let go of his arms, and he pulls the zipper on your side down. The fabric falls to the floor in one flowy movement, leaving you entirely bare for him.

"Perfect," he whispers, his nose nuzzling your neck while his hands glide down your sides until they land on your hips, where he makes a move to turn you around as he sinks to his knees. His fingers glide over the soft skin on your thighs and calves, before grabbing one of them and hooking them over his shoulder, opening you up beautifully for him.

Your glistening, puffy folds are on display as Tony licks his lips in anticipation, and he groans softly when you let your fingers glide into his hair, pulling softly to get him to the place where you need him most. Without a second thought, he flattens his tongue as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and you throw your head back as he teases your sensitive nub a bit with the tip of his tongue.

"D-Daddy," you moan as your hips roll against his face, the friction causing a jolt of pleasure to go through your entire body. Tony's hands are holding you up firmly, his fingers pushing into the flesh of your hips to steady you.

With expert precision and the enthusiasm of a puppy, he eats you out like a starved man, and before you know it, you're tugging on his hair from root to tip to pull him closer, his facial hair giving you the best case of beard burn you've ever had as he works you through a mind-bending orgasm.

Every sound coming from your body is almost inhuman as the pleasure takes over your body, and you're trembling in Tony's hold, but you're not scared to let go. You trust him completely to take care of you, and you know he will do everything in his power to ensure you're safe, especially during moments like these.

"Tastes like heaven, Sugar, sweetest pussy I've ever tasted in my life," he rasps as he carefully guides your foot back on the floor before pulling you against his chest and kissing you softly, allowing you to taste yourself and the faint taste of his cum on his tongue. You quickly get lost in him as he touches you, and he makes you feel like you're floating right now.

"'s your turn now, Daddy," you tell him when he pulls away, but he shakes his head with a smile as he stops you. Your brows knit together as your gaze finds his, worry visible in your eyes.

"As much as I would love to have these beautiful, puffy, pink lips wrapped around my cock, I think I'd prefer to stuff you even more with my cum. Now that I've had a taste again, I want to be buried deep inside you, Sugar," he tells you as he cups your cheeks, and you nod in understanding.

"M'kay, but only because you ask so nicely," you tease, making him laugh. You let go of him before walking to the bed, and he lands a slap on your ass as you pass him - making you yelp in surprise.

A few minutes later, he's entirely bare above you, your head on his pillows as you look up at him in anticipation. He has settled between your legs, and his hard cock rests on the crease where your hip meets your thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, enjoying how your cheeks flush at his praise. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he lets his thumb glide over your cheek and the line of your jaw, before tipping up your chin to capture your lips in another kiss.

You two may not have revealed your feelings for one another yet, but you're also not afraid to show them off when it's just you two right now, basking in the intimacy of your closeness. So vulnerable and yet so strong at the same time.

Tony's fingers ghost over your body and down to his cock, which he fists a couple of times before lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You're still stretched enough from when he fucked you earlier, making it easier for him to slide in, but despite that, he still takes his time with you.

Soft moans tumble from your lips as he slowly thrusts in, taking his sweet time to fill you up completely. His hands are interlaced with yours above your head, and your noses are practically touching each other as he slides in completely, and your back arches into him as he hits your sweet spot.

"That's it, Sugar, you take me so well," he praises you as you wrap your legs around him, allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. His hips roll into you at a careful, steady pace as he watches your face for any discomfort - but he doesn't find any.

"So good," you whisper before capturing his lips, and it doesn't take long for both of you to be on the edge of yet another release. Your eyes widen as you feel the band inside your belly on the verge of snapping, and with one last command, you're over the edge.

"Cum for me, Sugar, milk Daddy's cock for all it's worth," he grits out as he nuzzles his face in your neck, and with a loud scream of his name, you fall apart around him, your hips rolling in tandem with his as he releases every last drop of his cum inside you.

After riding out both your orgasms, he carefully pulls out before collapsing beside you and pulling you onto his chest, where you both come down from your highs.

"God, that was amazing, Sugar. But I definitely don't want to wait a month again before seeing you," Tony says with a breathy chuckle, and you nod.

"Me neither," you say sleepily as you listen to the soft hum on the arc reactor in his chest. It doesn't take long for Tony to hear your soft snores, and he pulls the comforter over you both. The cleaning up can wait a little bit.

"I'm not sure I know what love is, but I think this might be it, Sugar," Tony admitted to your sleeping form. "And I know you can't hear me right now, but maybe one of these days, I'll be brave enough to say it when you can," he whispers, the reality of his feelings suddenly hitting him hard.

After that, he got you cleaned up after you had a short nap and something to eat. You two shared more cuddles and soft kisses before going to sleep again, and you felt content in his arms as your arm was draped over his chest.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, and you rub your eyes to make sure Tony isn't in there with you. When you've confirmed that he's not there, you sit up, pull the comforter to your chest, and grab your phone to look at the time.

"Good morning, Sugar. I made you breakfast in bed," Tony tells you as he walks in with a tray filled with your favorite fruits, french toast, some yogurt, and two steaming cups of coffee to finish it all off.

"Mornin'," you say as you yawn, the scent of breakfast filling your nose. A smile dances on your lips as you look at everything Tony prepared; your stomach begins to rumble.

"Someone's getting hungry," Tony teases as he sits on the edge of the bed and leans in to kiss your lips softly. You can get used to these mornings, though you shouldn't be getting too comfortable with how things go now. You don't want to get your heart broken again, after all.

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shallowseeker · 9 months

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Sometimes, I obsess over season 5-6, because...from Dean's POV, Cas just upped n' left.

And there's just...so much stuff in 6x01. His neighbor Sid haunts me.

Dean is grieving and prickly, and he sits with Cas in the silence for hours as they drive together.

But then: Cas likes being called Heaven's new sheriff, and he's leaving, and--

So, Dean's ugly hurt feelings come out, and--

DEAN: Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again. ... DEAN: Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?

Cas struggles for words, licking his lips nervously, not entirely sure what's he done to upset Dean so badly. (He was trying to be funny, be lighthearted and indulge Dean’s “sheriff” talk!)

Aside// I love how freely they talk here. Very quickly, they move into an emotionally charged conversation. Dean freely releases his true feelings about the situation, something he will soon have to bottle up in suburbia.

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I'm not special. I'm not even a friend. The Apocalypse is over, and Heaven's done with me. Cas is done with me. I lost Sam. That was the mission my father gave me. I want to die. There's no purpose left in my life.

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And then, we move to Dean in early season 6, and we see him spending a lot of time with his neighbor, Sid, who shifts from moment to moment, representing everything from Dean’s old life. (Sam, Bobby, John, Cas--all rolled into one.)

And Sid seems genuinely nice. He and the neighbors seem to tiptoe around Dean, alerting Lisa of his mental state, as if they know he's emotionally fragile.

Dean even looks out across the street into Sid’s window, like he’s looking in on their married life. Perhaps, he’s wishing they were his mom and dad, or Sam n’ Jess, or Bobby n’ Karen—because in being in suburbia, he feels sundered from his extended family.

Dean seems to feel like an outsider. (It’s strange, too, like he might even be longing for what Sid and his wife have with each other??? We get Sid buying Dean beer followed by Sid bringing his wife a glass of wine. He loves Lisa. He wants to be connected, but he’s struggling.)

And here, in the bar scene, Sid’s wearing a dressy button-down. SID: "I've been buying you beers for a year:" -- SID: "You're practically respectable." -- SID: "Wow! Every time. What is it with you?" -- DEAN: "It's like chicks dig unavailable guys."

This is not just about the waitress who scribbled her number on Dean's receipt. It's about Dean himself.

He digs unavailable guys. He's missing his old life, his family, his brother, and...the unavailable soldier, Cas.

It calls to mind Dean’s later lamentation to Cas, “I was there. Where were you?”

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Later in the episode, the manifestation of his subconscious refers to Cas as "sugar."

Azazel: Yeah, kiddo. The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all that -- that sugar. DEAN shoots AZAZEL.

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And then, when Sam returns, Dean is chomping at the bit for news of Cas:

Dean: What do you mean you don't know? Sam: I mean, no idea. I-I'm just back. Dean: Well, was it God, or -- or -- or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it? Sam: You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is.

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Poor Dean.

At home, he's hypervigilant, checking everything, and staring out across the yard at Sid and his wife, which shifts to become echoey specter of John and Mary, as they die.

Sid brings his wife a glass of wine, a bit of a higher-class parallel to how Carmen brings Dean beer in season 2’s What is and Should Never Be. (Also, Sid was buying Dean alcohol earlier. Now, he treats his wife.) They smile at one another, and then the djinn strikes.

Sid grabs a CHAIR on his way down. His wife grabs a LAMP. "Dean, they're already dead and you know it."

There's just something about it.

His old life and longings are reflected in this Sid character, morphing from moment to moment. He feels disconnected--he misses Bobby, he missed his little brother, he wants a friend who's unavailable, and he wants his mom and dad to be safe and alive and happy. He wants an integrated life.

This strange, incomplete happiness feels like exile.

#spn 6x01 #spn exile on main street #dean + beautiful loser #spn 5x22 #spn swan song

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yunjardi · 2 years

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series's masterlist, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, usage of the nickname whore & slut, reader goes to a sex club, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, protected sex, lovemaking, oral, fingering, handjob, angst, alcohol (getting drunk), low self-esteem, light mentions of an emotionally abusive family, lots of plot]

previous chapters:

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

*i apologize for any grammar errors

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chapter 5: distraction from the distraction

you were flopped down on your couch with the feeling of utter defeat when you heard a certain knock at your door; that knock being you and yeji's code-knock that you two made a long time ago for shits and giggles. you roll off the couch and go answer the door and yeji immediately butts into your house and puts the bags of snacks and alcohol on the counter next to perry's fishbowl.

"okay, now spill how your little date with jake went," yeji said, leaning against the counter and narrowing her eyes at you dramatically as you shoved snacks into your mouth, chewing and swallowing before you began to talk. "okay, i'll tell you... once i get a little bit of alcohol in my system," you sighed as you grabbed various cups and shot glasses out of your cupboard to fill with drinks that'll hopefully make you forget about how much of an idiot you are. you and yeji poured out a few drinks and you downed a few shots before talking.

"for the past however long jake has been in my life, time has flown by so fast to the point where i don't even feel like life is real. it's not that i don't like it, it's just that i've been prioritizing him over everything subconsciously. it's dumb and i shouldn't do it, but i feel like i can't stop myself. i'm always thinking of what i'm gonna do next time i see him instead of thinking about my priorities. shit, i almost completely forgot about that huge assignment that's worth 45% of our final semester grade, and you know i never forget about important stuff like that. i don't work long shifts at the bar as often anymore because i can't seem to stay there long enough without ditching to hang out with jake. i barely focus at school anymore and if i don't graduate because of this shit, you know what'll happen if my family finds out; you know that they'll trash me as if they paid for me to go to school. all the money i've saved up from working at the bar is wearing thin because i'm not there enough to keep earning my own money. i don't want to be 'reliant' on jake because if anyone in my family hears about it, they'll call me a gold digger and a whore; you and i both know that they'll do and/or say anything to put me down. i need to get my shit together, i need to stop this shit, i need to go back to my normal life," you said between tears and swigs of alcohol as yeji rubbed your back and tried her best to dry your river of tears that made your eye makeup run down your face, but you weren't done just yet.

"a-and it looks so fucking wrong from an outside perspective; a low class girl walking around with a rich guy, but it feels so blissful. he makes me feel so good, so why i feel so... guilty? he deserves so much better than a girl like me, but he treats me as if i'm everything to him. i want to leave him because i know that he's probably just lonely and doesn't truly want me, but i can't bring myself to ditch him like that; he makes me feel like i'm worth something after almost a whole life of feeling useless and worthless to myself and my family. am i using him? using him to make myself feel good, or do i actually- no- there's no way. i'm not even gonna say that word," you kept spilling your emotions to yeji even though you were already beginning to slur your words.

"i literally fucked him three times today alone-" "three?!" yeji cut you off in disbelief after staying silent the whole conversation. "yes, three whole times, and it felt so fucking good and intimate every time as if we have some kind of connection. fuck, i fucking hate this. i need to focus on something that isn't him; i need a distraction from my distraction," you rambled on and on while taking even more sips of alcohol, "yeji, i don't want to care about him the way that do. i don't want to be crushed and destroyed when he inevitably leaves me for someone better."

"y/n, don't say stuff like that. i know that you think that you aren't worthy enough, but i'm here to tell you that you're completely wrong; you're more than worthy of a fulfilling life whether it's with jake or without him. don't listen to those fuckwads of parents and siblings because they're fucking wrong. i know you, and i know that you're going to push through this situation, again, with jake or without him," yeji said reassuringly after taking a small sip of her less strong drink, "and for the record, i think that he feels the same way." she let out a small chuckle at her last statement.

just hearing yeji's reassuring words made you feel ten times better. "i'm sorry for just dumping all of this on you. you're the most amazing best friend a bitch like me could've ever asked for," you laughed through slurred words as you squeezed her tightly in your arms. "eww, don't be cheesy," yeji teased as she squeezed you back, "now, let's think of some distractions since that's what you want to do."

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not long after yeji's proposal to think of distractions you two, ironically, got distracted and started watching a movie which resulted in yeji falling asleep on the couch.

after the movie ended, you stumbled into your room and onto your bed only to hear your phone buzz which was odd considering how late it was. you reached over to grab your phone, and to your surprise, it was jake. speak of the devil. without a second thought, you opened up his messages.

'how counterproductive of you, y/n,' you thought to yourself with a sigh as you buried your face into your pillow that still had the lingering scent of jake's cologne. he was irresistible even when he wasn't around.

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you woke up with a pounding headache to the feeling of yeji gently shaking your shoulder as light beamed through the parts of the window that weren't draped in your blackout curtains.

"y/n," yeji said, dragging out the last syllable of your name, "you gotta wake up before your hangover gets worse. i'll make you tea and something to eat, and good god you need to go grocery shopping because your pantry and fridge are almost empty." you groaned and tossed in your bed, your body sore most likely from the three rounds of sex and your hangover on top of that. "give me a few minutes," you groaned, "ugh, i feel like puking my guts out." yeji chuckled and nudged your shoulder again. "that's because you got shitfaced last night. now, get out of bed and at least lay on the couch," she said as she tugged on your arm to sit you up even though you wanted to just flop back onto the mattress.

after yeji walked back into the kitchen area, you pushed yourself out of your bed and stumbled into the bathroom, your headache pounding to a point where you had to hold onto the counter for support while you brushed your teeth and washed your face. a sudden wave of nausea hit you, so you decided to sit on the bathroom floor with your head resting against the wall.

"yeji," you called out from the bathroom, "i feel disgusting." you heard her let out a snicker from the kitchen. "that's because you drank yourself stupid last night, y/n," yeji said sarcastically, "here, i'll come help you get up." once again, another moment where you realized that you have the most amazing best friend as she practically dragged you onto one of your dining chairs.

"here, eat. i gotta go soon, and i wanna make sure that you at least eat something before i go," she said as she pushed a bowl of ramyeon in your direction. you slowly began eating as yeji collected her things to get ready to head home.

"i'm gonna lay down," you said weakly as you left the bowl, still more than halfway full of ramyeon, on the table, "i'll be on the couch if you need me." yeji laughed as she picked up her backpack and swung it over her shoulder, looking back at you slumped over on the couch.

"hey," she said in a more serious tone, "sober up quickly. we have class and work tomorrow, so you gotta be able to focus." you were startled when she followed her sentence with a surprised yelp as she opened the front door to see someone with their hand out, about to knock on the now opened door. you let out a tired "huh?" as you felt the cold air coming into the house.

"hi... jake," yeji said awkwardly as the two stood on opposite sides of the doorway, "what brings you here so early?" she asked with genuine curiosity, your ears perking up immediately upon hearing his name.

"o-oh, i just wanted to come check on her because i hadn't heard from her since last night. i also have an odd suspicion that something's... wrong." he was right, there was something wrong. yeji sucked in a breath as she twisted her head slightly in your direction. "well..." she said with a light chuckled as she fully turned her head, jake peering into the house to see you flopped on the couch with a blanket barely covering your dead-looking body. once she noticed how alarmed he was, yeji opened the door wider to let him in.

"hey, baby, what's wrong? are you okay? are you sick?" jake asked in a concerned tone, letting more questions roll out of his mouth as he felt your forehead to check for a fever as if you were actually sick.

'baby,' you repeated in your head. your heart heated up at hearing his voice say that word to you. that wasn't the point, but you still managed to feel all warm and fuzzy at the nickname.

"she's fine, don't worry," yeji assured him, "she just has a bit of a hangover." she chucked nervously as jake rested his chin on the part of the sofa where your head was, observing your face as he sat on the cold floor. you wanted so badly to kiss him because of how close in proximity your face was to his, but you had to tell yourself no for the sake of trying to quit being emotionally attached to him.

"do you mind watching over her for a little while? i hate to ask such a favor from you but-"

"i'll do it. i'll stay by her side all day if i have to."

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you woke up on the couch to the sound of dishes clanking around in the sink, your body sore from the weird position you were pretzeled in while you were asleep. you sat up, rubbing your eyes to see jake standing in front of your sink washing all the cups and shot glasses you and yeji had used the night before. embarrassed, you called out to him softly.

"jaeyun-ah, what are you doing?" you asked quietly, sleep still plaguing your voice. you could practically feel him perk up at your voice and from you saying his real name, which you'd never done before. "just cleaning up some dishes that you had in the sink," jake said sweetly and nonchalantly as he turned his head to look at your embarrassed expression, chuckling at how cute you looked when you were half asleep, "relax, princess. i don't mind doing this stuff. go ahead and lay down." reluctantly, you followed his instructions and put your head back down on a decorative throw pillow that was on your couch, which you learned would be convenient for hangover driven couch naps.

soon, jake finished washing dishes in the kitchen and crouched down by the couch, his eyes glimmering as they looked into yours. "why are you looking at me like that?" you giggled as you covered your face with the blanket shyly. "because you're cute," he responded with a sweet smile, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

'shut up, shut up, shut up,' you thought to yourself as you tried to push away your romantic thoughts regarding jake. you wanted so badly to not be fazed by his words and actions, but it's as if he had you under some kind of spell.

"i wanna lay on my bed," you groaned quietly, your hangover making it hard to talk. "here," jake said, positioning his arms to carry you bridal style, "i don't want you to have to walk, so you get a free ride." he joked as you cozied yourself into his arms, jake lifting you effortlessly into your room and onto your bed which relieved the stiffness that your body felt from being on the couch for so long.

"now, as per protocol, i must lay next to you," jake said in a goofy manner as he slid underneath the covers to cozy himself into bed with you. "whose protocol?" you teased as you rolled you eyes playfully at his dumb joke. "dr. jake sim's protocol; he's a very esteemed doctor that you should trust," jake said between a few giggles as he playfully yet gently wrapped his arms around your waist, making you shift as you leaned toward him from the ticklish feeling.

it felt like the more you wanted to distance yourself from him, the closer you two got. every touch felt so loving and intimate, and it pained you to know that you had to let him go though he brought you so much joy. he deserves more than a lower-class girl, and you vowed not to get too comfortable but you feel like you're already are.

the feeling of his warm chest against your back brought you another level of safety and comfort. jake proceeded to snake his hands all over your body in a surprisingly nonsexual manner as you began to feel yourself drifting off to sleep again. in the midst of your body falling into a sleepy state, jake pressed kisses along your jawline and shoulder. "comfortable?" was the last thing you heard him say before you fully let sleep take over your body to which you think you responded verbally, but if you didn't, the fact that you'd fallen asleep was enough of an answer.

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you woke up with your head resting on jake's chest and the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. "feeling better?" he asked once you opened your eyes. you let out a quiet hum in response as you rolled off of him to stretch your body out. "i think i'll feel even better after a shower," you said sleepily as you put your head down on a pillow.

"wanna save water?" jake asked with a smirk. "what are you suggesting, hm?" you said teasingly as you ran a finger down his jawline. "i'll show you if you let me," he said, looking into your eyes with lust.

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in what felt like milliseconds, your back was against the bathroom door as you and jake made out, the steam of the shower fogging up the bathroom mirror. between kisses, you two began to strip each other down, eventually making your way into the warm shower as jake adored your beautiful curves. to him, your body looked like a perfectly sculpted work of art.

the warm water ran down your bodies as jake began to trail his hands from your chest down to your ass, his breath hitching once you began to reciprocate; running your hands down his abs and down to his throbbing hard member, wrapping your hand around it and slowly beginning to stroke him.

"such a good girl for me. now let me show you what good girls get," jake breathed out, making you let go of his cock so he could put you in a position that gave him easy access to your wet pussy. he bent you over and you held onto the built-in towel rack that was on the wall of the shower. you arched your back, inviting him to please you as he teasingly slid his fingers up and down your slick entrance, wanting you to get needier for him.

"please?" you whined quietly as you turned to look at him with your sweet, innocent eyes, "i need to feel you." jake chuckled cockily as he put a finger into you, a wave of pleasure shooting through your body which prompted you to let out a moan. "such a sweet princess. you're so cute when you're needy," he teased as he slipped another finger in, pumping and curling them in and out of your sensitive entrance as you moaned out for him.

"n-need your cock so bad," you whimpered as he fingered you roughly, your wetness dripping down his fingers and your thighs. jake pulled his fingers out of you and planted a sensual kiss on your shoulder as he teased your entrance with his tip, making your legs lightly tremble in anticipation until he finally pushed himself inside you. he offered you his hand to hold, which you accepted, as he continued to inch himself into you, squeezing it while you adjusted to his size.

"my princess," jake whispered as he bottomed out, "so beautiful." he sensually kissed down your shoulders as he gently thrusted in and out of you, making you moan for him.

the lovemaking that you and jake did hit you in the heart in indescribable ways. yeah, the rough sex was incredibly hot, but there was something about the intimacy of lovemaking that made you think that you lov-

your thoughts were interrupted by a huge and intense wave of pleasure that hit your body which caused you to let out a loud moan as jake softly kneaded your ass. "god, jake," you gasped as you gently began to push your ass back at him, jake groaning at the sight and feeling of your ass bouncing against his hips, "feels s-so good."

"i know, princess, i know," jake whispered in your ear, strands of his wet blonde hair falling onto his forehead, "fuck, i'm not gonna last long. you feel so fucking good." the two of you were both in a state of euphoria as you felt the pleasure take over your bodies, jake cumming inside you not long after. you didn't know an action as simple as shower sex would be so erotically intimate.

after you two calmed down from your highs, you began to clean up, jake helping you wash your body and condition your hair. you did the same for him: reaching up to wash his shoulders as he jokingly lowered his head so you could reach it better when you began to shampoo his hair. you and jake shared laughs as you two helped each other clean up.

when things calmed down from being playful and silly, jake gently moved behind you, your back against his toned abs as he held you. the feeling of warm water running down both your bodies as you subconsciously began to shift side to side in unison was one of the most comforting feelings that you'd ever felt. jake rested his chin on your shoulder and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek, making your stomach flood with butterflies.

you wished that it was easier to run away from your feelings for jake, but no matter how much you wanted to deny it, he made you feel so special. the way he always looked out for you no matter the circumstance, the way he held you at night while you two drifted off to sleep, the way he cares about you; those were things that could never seem to make their way out of your mind.

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after getting dried off and settled down, you and jake decided to lay back down on your bed again the way you were before taking a shower.

"today's been so relaxing," jake hummed against your shoulder as he held you from behind. you nodded in response, lifting your head from your pillow to cozy yourself against his chest in a way that you could hear his heartbeat. you figured you'd enjoy the moment to its fullest since your plan to create distance between the two of you was delayed by his sudden arrival. it could be fate bringing the two of you closer, but you decided to brush off that cliché thought and do what you thought would be best for him. because after all, you were doing this for his sake, right? so he could have someone better.

"you know," jake started, "it's been awhile since i've been this carefree." your eyes widened in response. "really?" you asked with genuine curiosity. "mhm," jake nodded, "i don't know, there's just something about being with you that puts me at ease." you blushed because you knew you felt the same way, you just didn't want to admit that to him in fear that things might escalate and you'd get hurt when he inevitably left you for someone that's actually in his league.

"you're such a sweetheart, jake, you know that, right?" you smiled as you reached your hand up to cup his cheek, physically feeling his smile which drove you crazy. "don't make me shy," he whined playfully as his face turned warm to the touch, "that's my job." your eyes widened at his statement, now knowing that he's fully aware of his affect on you. though oddly enough, your new knowledge of him knowing how he makes you feel gives you a bit of hope knowing that he's probably just trying to make you feel good and doesn't actually feel anything romantic between the two of you. sort of a win-lose situation for you though considering that you kinda have a thing for him.

"shush!" you said playfully, followed by a kiss on the lips from jake. "the only way i'll shut up is if i'm kissing you, so..." he said teasingly before littering your face and lips with kisses. your heart was racing miles as you began to reciprocate; giving him kisses as well until you found yourself straddling him, gently pinning him down by his shoulders in a playful manner and continuing your little 'kissing battle' with him.

though the situation began as wholesome and lovey, things took a 180 when you jake began to snake his hands all over your body, slowly riling you up until you were undeniably horny for him for the second time in the same day. you two just couldn't seem to take your hands off of each other sexually and non-sexually. his hands finally found their way into your panties once you two got lost in a make out session, his fingers alternating between toying with the waistband and rubbing your pussy through the wet fabric.

"daddy, please?" you looked up at him in a begging manner, desperate for him to please you again. he placed another kiss on your lips before hooking his fingers onto the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down. "i could never say no to you, my princess," he said seductively as he placed gentle pecks on your neck while massaging your clit, waves of pleasure forming in your stomach as you let out quiet moans.

jake wasted no time pushing two fingers inside you, still giving you a little bit of time to adjust before pumping them in and out of you. your eyes rolled back as you moaned out for him, inflating jake's ego which made him work harder to please you. "f-feels good," you whimpered, you and jake maintaining eye contact as he picked up his pace. you pushed your hips against his fingers, wanting more, which gave jake the green light to go faster.

you bit your lip and whined, feeling your walls pulse as you listened to the sound of your wetness against jake's long fingers. "gonna cum, princess?" jake taunted teasingly as he began to rub your clit with his thumb, "be a good girl and cum for me." you nodded your head and let out loud moans as jake curled his fingers against your sweet spot, "i-i wanna be a good girl for daddy." jake smirked then gave you a kiss as you let yourself unravel, moaning against his beautiful plump lips.

"fuck, i'm not done with you," jake mumbled against your neck as he pulled his fingers out of you and lowered himself down to your now sore entrance, latching his lips onto your warmth, cleaning your up. you moaned at the overstimulation as you tangled your fingers in his hair, slightly pulling it. you let him take control of your body while you laid back and enjoyed the pleasure, letting jake play with you however he wanted.

when he finished, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, which was sexy for some reason, then casually went back to cuddling you. "can i sleep over?" jake asked cutely as he put his face in the crook of your neck. you sighed internally knowing that you had to tell him no.

"i have a super busy today tomorrow, jake, and i don't wanna trouble you with that since i'll be waking up early for school. plus, i have a long shift at work after school," you sighed as you looked into his puppy-dog eyes. a big part of you really wanted to let him stay, but you knew that you had to stand your ground. jake fake pouted as he put his face back in the crook of your neck, clinging onto you like a koala and not wanting to separate himself from you.

"i don't wanna go," jake whined, "i'm gonna miss you again tonight." you sighed internally as you played with his hair. "i know, jakey, i'm gonna miss you too," you responded honestly, jake still not letting go of you, "i'll go see you whenever i can, just not tomorrow because of how busy i'll be although i wish i could." he gave you a kiss in understanding but was visibly gloomy about not being able to see you.

it only gets harder to distance yourself from him because he doesn't seem to want to be separated from you either. you let out the nth internal sigh of the day as you let jake hold you close to his chest, gaining comfort from the feeling though it was wrong. so, so wrong.

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waking up for the second morning in a row without jake by your side made you feel a bit empty, but you were adamant in telling yourself to get used to living without him. it's not like he's been around you your whole life, so all you had to do was live the way you did before you met him, though that was easier said than done.

even getting dressed to go to university without him felt weird for some reason; maybe it was because all the new clothes that you got lately were all bought by jake, but still, it felt odd regardless.

walking out your door and into the cold autumn air only made you wish that jake was there even more. walking with you with his hand in yours, making you feel warm as you walked to the underground train station.

as soon as you took your seat on the train, you put your earphones in to listen to music, hoping to make yourself feel calm before class.

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"y/n! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever!" jeongin said with a huge smile plastered on his face as you two hugged each other. you giggled at his cute smile after you two separated from each other's embrace. "yeah i know, right?" you agreed as you took a seat next to him, "we should hang out again." you suggested. after all, you enjoyed it last time, and plus, it would help you get away from jake. "i'd love that," jeongin smiled, "just give me a time and place and i'll be there." you nodded in response as you spotted yeji coming into the lecture hall. you motioned for her to come sit by you and jeongin, and she happily trotted over to the two of you.

"sorry i'm later than usual today," yeji chuckled as she placed her backpack down by her seat, "i slept in longer than i thought i would. but anyway, i'm glad to see that you sobered up well, y/n." yeji joked as you widened your eyes in embarrassment. "hangover?" jeongin asked with a giggle as you nodded mildly shamefully in response, "aww, well, i'm glad you're okay now."

jeongin was such a sweet guy, and you were genuinely looking forward to hanging out with him, but you couldn't help but feel a pinch of guilt because you didn't want it to seem like you were just using him as some sort of distraction from jake. though hanging out with him would certainly help with that, it wasn't your motive.

within a few minutes, the lecture began and you, yeji, and jeongin began to take notes between the professor's blabbering about whatever he felt like talking about that didn't relate to the lesson at all. 'just two more months,' you kept repeating to yourself in order to keep your sanity as you tried desperately not to lose interest in what your professor was going on a tangent about. you knew it was bad when even jeongin, an extremely dedicated student, was dozing off during the lecture. yeji, on the other hand, was shamelessly slouching in her seat with her chin in the palm of her hand and her eyes closed, leaving her pink pen uncapped and notes half written.

though you were upset to admit it, you zoned out during the lecture and only gained your focus back when the class ended. you shook yeji roughly by her shoulder to wake her but gently rubbed jeongin's shoulder to make sure he was awake. to be fair, yeji was a heavy sleeper and your best friend which meant you naturally loved messing with her.

"c'mon guy, the lecture is over now, you can go home and sleep," you chuckled as they both groaned and lifted their heads off the table. yeji was lucky she had the night shift at work because that meant she could at least get some rest before going into work, but you on the other hand had work almost immediately after class, so after waving goodbye to yeji and jeongin, you dashed out of the lecture hall to get ready for work.

upon arriving outside the bar, you took a deep breath before walking in and proceeded to open the doors with confidence. it feels like forever since you've worn your work outfit, and you forgot how much confidence it gave you; it made you feel kinda... sexy? then, after waving at your coworkers and saying your hellos, you headed to your side of the bar to begin working your 8 hour shift.

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work started off the same as usual: mixing cocktails, serving rounds of shots, chatting with customers, but then you noticed a group of 4 girls that were congregating around your side of the bar and making a bit of a ruckus and looking all around the area, so naturally you went over to them to ask if anything was wrong.

"hey, is there anything i can get for you guys? any drinks, snacks?" you asked politely to hide your annoyance. "oh, we're just waiting here to see if someone comes in," one of the girls said nonchalantly. "oh, well, do you mind taking a seat while you do so? we don't want the other guests to think there's something going on," you said in a stern yet still hospitable tone.

"oh yeah, sorry about that," the girl spoke again as she and her friends took seats at your bar, "...so, do you happen to know a sim jaeyun, or sorry, some people just know him as jake?" she asked somewhat mockingly when she referred to him as just 'jake.' you decided to play around with this unexpected question.

"why do you ask?" you said with fake curiosity sprinkled in your voice, "i'm not really fond of guest's names." she perked up and looked at her friends before starting. "he's the hottest chaebol around right now, like, it's crazy that he's super hot and super rich. he's been spotted around here a few times, but there's also been rumors of him being spotted with an unrecognizable girl who is definitely not part of the business world. people who've spotted him around with this poor chick haven't been able to get a clear shot of them, so we could never see her face or anything. he should be with someone who's in the upper class like he is, so whoever that girl is should back off before she embarrasses herself, right?"

saying that your heart dropped would be the biggest understatement in the world. is that really what other rich people thought of you? a 'poor chick' that's an embarrassment to jake's existence? you wanted to run away and bawl your eyes out, but you stomached all of this information and responded.

"o-oh wow, i never knew about all that. maybe i should keep up with stuff like that, huh?" you replied as you pretended to dry off wine glasses, trying to sound as nonchalant and unfazed as possible even though you wanted to roll yourself into a ball and never be seen again.

"it's dumb that whoever that girl is thinks that jake "loves her" or something. she looks like a charity case!" she laughed along with her friends. "w-wow, is it really that bad?" you asked, trying with all your might not to let tears stream down your face, "is that really what she seems like?" one of the other girls nodded. "yeah, it's kinda depressing to look at." all of the girls chimed in with various 'yeahs' and other agreements.

'depressing, huh?' you thought to yourself as you played with one of the heart-shaped diamonds on your bracelet. it was getting increasingly difficult to not bawl your eyes out in embarrassment the longer you were standing in front of these girls who basically thought you were a joke.

"well, i hope he shows up," you fake smiled, "my shift is about to end, so would you guys like anything before i head out?" you asked although you didn't want to serve these girls who all agreed that you were a charity case that jake didn't give a shit about. "hmmm... we'll buy have some strawberry soju," she said as she looked behind you and at the alcohol bottles that were on display. you nodded and turned around to pour a round of shots for them, leaving soon after serving them.

you left out the back door and into the cool autumn air, finally letting your tears pour down your face as you walked down the dark streets that were only lit up by streetlights. you thought about just going home to hide from the world, but then you had an idea; a cheap and mildly pathetic way to forget this shit temporarily.

a sex club

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you stared at the entrance of this random sex club before just saying 'fuck it' and going in.

you were greeted by some surprisingly attractive people who were all there for one thing: sex. you must've come on a good day because there were a lot of amazingly handsome men that you wouldn't mind getting with, but there was one guy in particular that you were making eye contact with. he was tall, had sexy, toned biceps, and beautiful hands that you thought would look delightful all over your body. his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through you as he looked you up and down before finally approaching the red couch you were seated on.

"we're both here for the same reason, so do we even need an introduction?" he smirked, radiating the sexiest confidence that you'd ever seen. "sexy and confident? i like you already," you flirted back, standing up and running your hands seductively down his chest and scanning his face. you looked at the beauty mark on the side of his nose, not being able to take your eyes off of his pretty face. "let's not waste anymore time. rent a room and i'll show you a good time." and at that, he went over to the front desk to request a private room for the two of you.

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"shit," he hissed at the feeling of your tongue against his member, "beautiful and skilled with her tongue. i hit the jackpot with you." he kept running his fingers through your hair as you sat between his legs, sucking his cock as he praised you for being talented with your tongue.

eventually, you ended up sitting on his lap, straddling him as you let him leave kisses on your neck and the exposed skin of your chest. "fuck," you muttered as he rubbed your clit with his pretty fingers, "put your cock in me." you begged quietly which boosted his ego. smirking, he rolled a condom onto his length and positioned himself right outside your entrance, slowly pushing himself in which only made you needier as he bottomed out.

he roughly thrusted in and out of you, making your back arch off the bed that you two were fucking on. "you feel so fucking good," he groaned out as you moaned out for him with teary eyes from the pleasure, "now put your ass up and face down." he commanded as he pulled out of you, your arousal covering the condom. you positioned yourself exactly how he asked you to and he soon put his cock back inside you, beginning to fuck you like there's no tomorrow as you gripped the sheets of the rental room's bed and rubbed your clit for more stimulation.

"so needy, aren't you?" he said as he landed a harsh slap on your thigh, "you wanna cum so bad, don't you?" you slowly nodded your head up and down, "p-please?" you whimpered, practically begging him to fuck you until you cry "i wanna cum s-so bad." he let out a light and sexy chuckle as he kneaded your ass. "what a whore," he said sternly followed by a spank, "get on top and ride me. show me how much you really want it."

you happily obliged and straddled him, sinking down on his hard on and moaning at the feeling of him touching your sweet spot once he was completely inside you. you began to rock your hips against his, using one arm to hold onto his shoulder for support and the other to play with your clit as you rode him. he threw his head back in pleasure as you scanned his handsome face again; that beautiful mole on the side of his nose bridge was oddly charming to look at while you were fucking him.

you were surprised how easily he made you cum, and you were starting to think half of the reason you came so fast was being extremely attracted to looking at his face while bouncing on his cock. "work for another one, slut," he commanded as you began to slow down. you whined at his request but still obliged for the sake of your pleasure. the room was filled with moans once more as you chased another orgasm, again finishing faster than you thought as you felt him release into the condom with a low groan escaping his lips.

the two of you laid down on your backs on the bed for a bit to catch your breath before you began gathering your clothes and putting them on, feeling mildly ashamed for what you just did. "already in a rush?" he joked with a chuckle to which you just laughed in response while putting on your clothes, not wanting to look back at him due to the tears that were threatening to escape your eyes.

sex with this guy was fun but at the same time, it wasn't. it felt amazing, yes, but it didn't feel the same way as when you and jake did it; there was just something missing. the sex felt good, so why did you feel so guilty? guilty as if you betrayed jake or something. he isn't even your boyfriend, so why were you so worried about it?

"i just have homework to do tonight," you said with a light chuckle, still not looking back at him because your eyes were beginning to become teary, "thanks for the fun." you joked in attempt to hide your cracking voice. "wait, i didn't get your name. mine is-"

you cut him off by gently shutting the door and speed-walking out of the sex club in tears. you phoned a taxi to pick you up at the end of the street because you didn't want to have to explain why you were at a sex club in the first place. you tried to calm down in the meantime before your ride showed up, the cold air helping dry your tears as you patted your eyes with your sleeve as well. not long after, the taxi driver pulled up to the street sign and let you inside.

"so, where to?"

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"here? a-are you sure?" the taxi driver questioned as she pulled up outside your destination, looking around the area. "yeah, this is it," you said sheepishly, still holding in a waterfall of tears, "thank you so much." you bowed upon exiting her passenger's seat after paying.

then came the walk up the long entrance and driveway, though you managed to make it to the front door without crying. it was when you rang the doorbell that the tears began to leak out of the corners of your eyes. the house was dark and after awhile, you began to think he wasn't home. but suddenly, the light outside the door flicked on and you heard the door unlock.

tears. so many tears streamed down from your eyes. you just couldn't stop, not even when you looked up to see him.

"hey now, don't cry. what's wrong, baby? did anyone hurt you?" jake asked with shock and surprise upon just waking up, feeling your body for any injuries after letting go from your embrace. you couldn't even form a sentence from how much you were bawling your eyes out; you just kept crying as if you were alone in your room. jake gently brought you inside to sit you down on the couch and warm up as he held you close, your tears wetting his shirt.

all the tears you'd been holding in the entire day uncontrollably poured out as jake held onto you, intertwining his fingers with yours and gently kissing the top of your head while you cried, silently letting you know that he wasn't going to leave you in a state of distress.

"shhh, it's gonna be okay, princess," jake reassured you as cupped your face he wiped your tears with his thumbs, "do you want to talk about it? it's completely okay if you don't want to." you sniffled and looked into his eyes. "i just can't stop crying and

n-need you to hold me," you said shyly with a hint of defeat between sniffles as jake rested his chin on your shoulder. "always, princess. here, let's go to my room and get some rest, you can wear my clothes to sleep, yeah?" you nodded as you hopped off of jake's lap, taking his hand as he walked you to his bedroom.

he carefully helped you change into one of his shirts as if you were as physically fragile as your emotional state, but it was genuinely sweet nonetheless. jake even went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water to put on your bedside table just the way you liked it. he knew you better than you wanted him to.

your plan was to get away from jake, but here you were, letting jake give you butterfly kisses on you face, neck, and shoulders until you fell asleep in his arms.

your heart just had to accept that you can't resist jake sim no matter how hard you tried.

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a/n: hi gang, sorry this chapter took longer than i thought it would, i fr thought i could get this one out super quick but my smooth brain disagreed with that. anyway i hope you guys picked up on who y/n fucked bc i tried to make it super obvious 👀👀

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chromotps · 4 months

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h-hey so. I saw your tweet? from such a long time ago (eh no I think it was october) that was about cora/law and something something basically law being soooo much into cora and sick of waiting in general (can I also mention here. the 1975 - fallingforyou and especially the /you said some day we might, when i’m closer to your height/ line) so uhhhhh what about. a cora lives AU when they reunite once law becomes a warlord (also don’t tell me the 100 hearts weren’t meant for cora) and cora has been somehow found and brought back to life by the marines??? but kept hidden from public information for as long as doflamingo was running loose and rampant. but after dressrosa it’s no longer important and anyway they meet again and it’s all. reserved and polite and cora is just happy to see law all grown up and how much influence and power he has etc etc meanwhile law. keeps inviting him to the most high-end/expensive restaurants. buys him the most expensive wine. gets him heart-themed jewelry. the finest silk shirts/scarves. some rare types of tobacco. basically like a reverse sugar daddy thing except it’s law who absolutely spoils cora except cora doesn’t really have any idea what to do with it? bc law just says it’s bc cora took care of him all these years ago and now law wants to reciprocate. except he’s. way too invested in this/there’s something else in his eyes when he looks at cora, instead of just gratitude. IDK IM JUST. they’re such a weird ship to me bc i can’t stomach it at all in any other form than Cora lives AU and they meet as adults + the age diff/dynamic remains kinds the same (master/protegee? sorta) + law is just so fucking into him it’s unreal. bc hes spent so much time thinking about Cora? growing up? much longer than he had actually known him. so he kind of became something mystical in his mind, so when he finally meets him in flesh again? law can’t really deal with whatever he’s feeling toward him except it’s a whole fucking lot. again idk even what I wanted to say through this it’s just back to that tweet - yes I also think it’s a shame there isn’t more coralaw where law is the one leading the relationship/courting cora (or. domming him. like you said) and generally being lowkey obsessed about him. thanks lmfao and bye

HJGSFGSDjgdfshj first off this ask made my day... is there anything like the internet to bring together two fans of a very niche and specific dynamic ANYWAY

GOSH I do love the idea of Law spoiling Cora, especially bc like, from what we saw Cora went from a life of luxury in his youth, to one of struggle and then eventually medium-ish comfort, and was happy to throw it all away again for Law when they went on the run. So it's like, now Law can give that all back to Cora easily and I'd even sort of read it a bit as Law subconsciously trying to show how he's not just some little kid anymore so let him sleep with you Corazon, look, you think a guy who gives you this many silk shirts doesn't know how to show you a good time

Cora getting a little overwhelmed when the gifts and meals start being sprinkled with signs of courting... like, a brush of a hand or Law bringing them somewhere secluded on a walk and carefully getting into Cora's space. Asking Cora to be his +1 to big fancy dinners and escorting him around with a hand on his back ahahaHA

Cora can't deny that Law is just like, a dream guy, but he's gonna need a little extra push to let go of that sense of propriety saying that "they really shouldn't do this"

I tried responding to some other parts of the ask but it got really long and sort of turned into me just rambling about lawcora, so... i separated it all from here 😂

GOSH the 100 hearts being for Cora... another hopelessly romantic tribute from Law, the most Extra Adult-ass Emo walking around. It's exactly like you said, that's one of my favorite things about Law around Cora--the depth of his emotion... we know Law had this deep capacity for hatred when they first met—he was just this well of resentment and anger, even as a kid. But after seeing just how far Cora would go for him, that intensity got completely redirected into love (or "low-key obsession" haha—the naming his pirate crew after Cora and modeling his coat and tattoos after him). It's especially wild considering how "reserved" Law is around others, I guess? Like, he wants everyone around him to Stop Being So Ridiculous, but I feel like with Cora he would just want more and more, to draw out bigger and bigger reactions from him and encourage Cora to screw convention and run off with him. bc in his head they're all that really matter...? he's an all-or-nothing kind of guy!! I guess

And yeeeeah on Cora's side, it's definitely a difficult ship to pin down. I'm kind of like you, really picky about how I'd want it to play out... Part of me doesn't want Cora to be completely oblivious, and I don't love when people strip out how much of a badass/tough/discerning guy he is (though I do love the klutzy, naive-ish side of him). I don't know......... I think I like how I laid it out in the tweet, where Law has always sort of harbored feelings for Cora in the form of puppy love that transformed into an all-consuming fixation. Then it's just a matter of Cora finding out about it, denying those feelings (but the reason changes from "I couldn't see Law that way!!" to "he couldn't really feel that way about me/he could find someone more 'his equal' (in age? status? what excuses are you making Cora??)" over time. And at that point, when Law knows Cora wants him just as bad but is holding back from it, he just snaps. 😂

If they really did have just one long separation, and then a sudden reunion, I like the idea of Law re-learning who Cora really is... Like, he has faded memories of Cora's bravery and goofiness and weird little habits, but he wasn't prepared to meet him again and only end up liking him MORE. He learns about what Cora went through as a kid/in Doffy's shadow, and seeing how he still stayed so kind and brave just makes Law wilder than ever about him lmao!!

#lawcora #coralaw #meta #hahahahahahahaha #look if i see a ship that's not just intensely devoted to each other but WEIRD about it #i'll probably like it #like... the fact that in canon their plan was to just say 'screw everyone else you're all that matters' and run off together #THAT was their happy ending #i love it #also i didn't get into it here but I like thinking about the specific things they grow to like about each other #Law liking Cora's deeeeep capacity to empathize with others but also his grit and competence #Cora liking Law's enduring kindness—where he knew law was so angry as a kid specifically because law must have Cared so much #and just being generally enamored with how that goodness stays in place #even when Law matures/is smarter or stronger than the people around him #which is interestingly the exact opposite of Doffy haha #GOSH this turned into a manifesto OOPS #i will stop now

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Waste it on me

Angst route

Pairing: Takeomi Akashi x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, sugar daddy/ sugar baby relationship, age gap (both are consenting adults), suggestive, everyone is dumb

Taiju did the rational thing, even if he had to drag you out of the house kicking and scratching like a feral cat, awkwardly smiling and waving at a freaked-out neighbour in the process with a grown woman screaming bloody murder on his shoulder.

He called up the last therapist you shamelessly ghosted, told her ‘Ayo, she’s fucked’ and hauled your ass straight to her office, leaving only when he was sure you were inside with no way to escape.

Bastard.

“Y/n, pleased to see you again.” The therapist smiled, nodding at you to sit down on the sofa.

“‘Sup, doc?” Nodding stoically, you plop yourself down on the sofa, legs sticking over the armrest as you wiggle in place, getting comfortable.

“I’m good. By what Taiju told me, you haven’t been too good yourself.”

“He’s been snitching on me?”

“Not exactly. Just told me you’d need a talk.”

You let out an exhausted sigh, rubbing your face with your palms to soothe your nerves.

It’s been a while since you’ve been here, and you hated having to come back, even if you knew it did you well.

You liked your therapist, she was relaxed, sometimes cussing, something sharing your rage about your parents.

She was a good therapist.

“So, y/n,” The therapist tapped her pen against the paper laid out on her lap, pushing the glasses higher up on her nose, “Tell me, what has been bothering you?”

You let out a small huff, pondering how to word where your frustrations lay correctly, accurately, without sounding like a colossal asshole.

“I got into a fight with my not-partner-but-partner and best friend and said some horrible shit?”

“Why does that sound like a question?” The therapist tilted her head, shortly writing something in her notebook.

“They started it,” You huffed, crossing your arms, “Both of them got pissy at me out of nowhere and then I snapped.”

“I see. Would you mind telling me about the fights?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, suddenly dying for a cigarette, and proceeding the tale with a deep breath, recounted the events of those two evenings.

Your therapist only kept nodding, never interrupting you, jotting down brief notes in her notebook periodically.

“Okay,” The therapist took a deep breath, glancing down at her notebook as if she were carefully crafting what to say next, “So, clearly, a lot has happened at once, and also, a person you idolise has been mentioned to you in a bad context, which would be rough for anyone.”

“I don’t idolise Shi,” You groaned, frowning, “He has plenty of flaws, like, an abundance, sure, but he was a good man.”

“You may not idolise him on a conscious level, but subconsciously, he was your saviour. It is no wonder you got angry.”

“Okay, yeah, sure doc, whatever you say.”

She tapped her notebook, her cheek pressing into her palm, deep in thought.

A beat passed where no one spoke.

“How about you apologise to them first? Both your partner and Hakkai?”

What the fuck.

You shot up from your position on the sofa, eyes wide, staring at her fully baffled.

“Ex-fucking-cuse me?”

“Hey, just hear me out,” Your therapist raised her arms up in defence, “You want to salvage those relationships, correct? They may have started it, but you also said some nasty shit. If you apologise first, best case, they accept it and you both move on. Worst case, they don’t accept, you move on and they feel guilty. It’s a win-win.”

You blinked.

“Doc, are you suggesting I manipulate people?”

“No.”

You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Yes.”

You let out a small huff of laughter, falling back down on the sofa.

“Interesting advice, I have to admit,” Chuckling, you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds, trying to find a fault in the perfect white paint, “I’m still so angry.”

“I can tell.” The therapist nodded, motioning for you to continue.

“I’m still so angry at my parents, and angry at Shi for fucking leaving me, and angry at Takeomi and Hakkai and angry at myself for still holding onto that anger.”

“I understand.”

“Why? What is wrong with me for being so bitter?”

Your therapist smiled, softly, pulling her glasses off her nose and on top of her head.

“You know, you are allowed to feel angry. It is an emotion that deserves to be felt, stop suppressing it. It isn’t as bad as people think.”

You looked at her sceptically, and she let out a small laugh

“Sure, when turned onto oneself, or others, it is destructive, but if directed correctly, anger is ambition. Anger is a good guide to know when people are crossing your boundaries. Some of the most successful people in the world are filled with anger.”

“I don’t understand, doc.”

“Allow yourself to be angry, you had a tough life, it’s fine to feel it out. And after you feel, act.”

Bang.

Hakkai looked up from the stove, furrowing his brows.

Mitsuya wasn’t supposed to come home for at least another two hours, and since the epic fight between the two of you, there was no one to unexpectantly show up and annoy him.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Turning the flame on the stove down to allow the food to simmer without burning, he wiped his hands on his apron, cautiously creeping to the door in order to twist the key.

The banging stopped.

Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door.

And was met with a fist to the face.

“WhaT THE FUC-“

“I AM SORRY!” You screamed before he could as much as look in your direction, sprawled on the floor holding his painful, but not bleeding nose.

This was almost definitely not*** what your therapist meant by ‘Utilise your anger’, but hey.

If it works, it works.

“Y/n, wh-“ Before he could finish, you plopped yourself on top of him, gripping onto his shirt, burying your face into his neck.

“I am sorry for what I said. It was fucked up.” You mumble against his neck, nuzzling your face further in.

For a few seconds, Hakkai said nothing, cogs turning into his brain as he tried to figure out what to say, to yell at you or hug you back.

“I was angry, but that doesn’t excuse it. And you’re my best friend Hakkai, and I love you so much, and I hope you can forgive me.”

He blinked.

And when you felt his arms wrap around your back, you knew you were forgiven.

“I’m sorry too.”

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zacharybosch · 1 year

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Tasseomancy inspo part 1: Setting

Hi all~

Here is a post I promised a while ago, going into some details about all the things that inspired me while writing my Ed/Stede sugar daddy AU fic Tasseomancy.

There’s quite a lot of stuff to go over so I decided to split it into two parts. This is part one, which covers the setting. You can read part two here, which covers all the thingies that they wear/buy 🤗

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The town as a whole

I don’t have any kind of name decided for the town that they live in. I don’t even know what country it’s meant to be in, although I am British and I’m certain that crept in subconsciously and made it feel very British-y to all my readers.

I grew up in a small and pretty rundown seaside town which was geared mostly towards industry and fishing, and I now live in a touristy overpriced mess (affectionate) of a seaside city, so I kind of just smooshed them together to create this setting.

Tasseomancy Town contains lots of nice Regency-era architecture and a vibrant nightlife and mental tourist season, but it’s also all a little bit washed up and past it, and it gets kinda dead in the winter. All the fun stuff and the nice beach is in the centre, and then the working docks and the industrial area is on the edge. Don’t ask me how a seaside resort town is able to sustain so many luxury shops because I have NO idea.

Stede’s studio flat

The building his flat is in is based on a shopping arcade in my city that was built in the 1920s. The real life arcade has a walkway down the middle so is enclosed with shops on both sides; for Stede’s building, I moved the walkway to the edge so that it’s open all down one side (makes it easier to lob things out the window to unsuspecting individuals below 🤭). I always like walking through this arcade to see the entrance doors that lead to the residential flats above the shops, which as far as I can tell are the originals from the 20s.

The facade of the building has these nice geometric deco details, but is otherwise pretty flat. I added in some bay windows for the fic, to echo Stede’s window-bed set up from the show.

Here’s a little floorplan I drew in Paint:

His flat is quite cluttered, since he tried to bring everything he possibly could with him when he and Mary split. I figure there’s almost certainly still a wardrobe or two (or several) in their old house that Mary has begrudgingly agreed to hold onto until Stede is able to afford somewhere with a bit more space lol. He’s done his very best to decorate, but he’s used to decorating much larger spaces and he doesn’t really know how to rein it in for a small room, so tbh it’s probably a bit of a sensory overload in there.

Ed’s house

My city is packed full of these gorgeous Regency-era townhouses and I would LOVE to live in one. Alas, you’d have to be very rich in order to buy one as these houses sell for well over a million. A lot of them have been internally carved up into crappy flats, because capitalism, but some are still intact as complete houses and occasionally they pop up on property listing sites and they are GORGEOUS inside. Love a sympathetically-restored period house.

Since I can’t live in a Regency townhouse, Ed gets to live in one instead 😊 I didn’t want to give him a new-build McMansion because those are ugly AF and we all know he has a deep appreciation for fine and beautiful things.

Here’s a floorplan I stole from a comparable house that is currently on sale for £1.1m:

I didn’t have an exact layout in mind for Ed’s house, but this is fairly indicative of what it would be like. He definitely has a much bigger bathroom though, to showcase the copper tub in all its glory 😉

Ed was being a bit mean to himself when he said his house looked like a doctor’s waiting room. It is very bare, but it’s not quite as bad as he thinks it is; he just knows that it’s not what he wants it to be like. He’s not used to having so much space and definitely doesn’t have enough possessions to fill it all. I think before he bought this house, he still lived in the same little rental flat he got when he first started turning a steady profit. It was just somewhere to pass out at the end of a long day and he was always too busy to think about moving somewhere bigger.

Jackie’s Café

I didn’t spend too long really envisioning what Jackie’s would be like, since they don’t really spend much time there, so I basically just pictured it like this café I’ve been to a bunch of times that has really nice chill vibes and is a very cosy spot to spend an afternoon. It’s tucked away in the same shopping arcade that inspired the location for Stede’s flat, although in the fic Jackie’s Café isn’t in the arcade.

I actually went to go have lunch at the inspo café a few weeks ago and was absolutely DEVASTATED to discover it had shut down after almost 40 years in business :(

John and Frenchie’s Cleanery and Mendery

There have been a few different haberdashery/dry cleaners/tailors shops in the same arcade as the café above over the years and I was thinking about those while coming up with the Cleanery, although again as with Jackie’s, the Cleanery isn’t in an arcade in the fic.

I just wanted somewhere vaguely chill-looking for Stede to work, although I actually have no idea at all how intense or not it may be to work in a dry cleaners lol. I picture Stede’s sewing table to be up the front of the shop by the windows, so he can benefit from the natural light and see when certain boyfriends might be stopping by with tea 🥰

The docks/Ed’s warehouses

I basically just took the quayside and industrial estate from my hometown and plopped them into my fic setting. The quayside was pretty rundown when I was a kid because a lot of the industry had died off over the years and many of the warehouses were standing empty, but there was still some smaller-scale fishing going on and it was generally a pretty cool place to hang out. I used to like riding my scooter down there and climbing over the wall to play on the slimy rocks on the riverbanks.

Obviously Ed’s dockside empire is in better condition, since it’s an active working business, but I think it would still have that certain rough-and-ready seaside vibe; a bit weathered, a bit salty, a bit wind-whipped.

The department store

We don’t have a comparable department store in my city (and DEFINITELY not in my hometown lol), so I basically just plucked the Liberty store out of London and plopped it here for my fic.

I’ve been to two luxury department stores in my life: Liberty is one, and Harrods is the other. Harrods is just a huge overwhelming mess and I was desperately conscious of my status as Gawking Peasant the whole time I was there. I was still pretty self-conscious in Liberty, but slightly less so. And I also love their fabric section, so 🤷‍♀️ Liberty just feels a bit less gaudy to me; there’s a very Conspicuous Consumption vibe in Harrods which I don’t think quite fits the vibe of my fic very well, so I thought Liberty would be a bit nicer for Ed and Stede.

I completely made up the private shopping suite. I just threw all my wildest personal shopping dreams into a blender and whizzed them up and spewed them onto the page.

The Old Quarter

This was inspired by a shopping district in my city that’s made up of little brick-paved lanes of varying widths (some are barely big enough for two people to walk abreast), and it’s mostly full of jewellers and bougie little restaurants, but there are some classy mid-range designer clothes shops in there too. For the fic, I just replaced them with some higher end stuff, so it’s more like Vivienne Westwood instead of Ted Baker.

#my fic

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gobble gobble for the wip post!

Gobble Gobble!!! I'm SO glad you asked about Gobble Gobble, liam, because that is my TomGerri thanksgiving fic and I am VERY attached to it <3

I don't want to give too much away with this one, but the basic premise is - Logan has died, Gerri is chair of the board, Tom is CEO, and Tom and Gerri are in what is more or less a relationship of convenience. Its the first Thanksgiving after Logan's death, and all the Roy siblings end up crashing their apartment, in part because they don't know where else to go, and in part because they've subconsciously transferred their mommy and daddy issues onto Tom and Gerri now that they're running things. Greg, Roman, and Shiv, are all trying to break them up - Greg is jealous of Gerri, Roman is jealous of Tom, and Shiv just strongly dislikes the idea of her ex-husband getting together with her godmother. Greg and Shiv both show up with dates that they think will make Tom jealous - Shiv shows up with a hot young physical trainer that she hopes will make Tom feel inadequate, and Greg shows up with Tim, a management consultant with an MBA from Cornell who looks like a young Colin Firth. (Tom and Tim hit it off immediately). Kendall shows up intending to start shit with Tom, but is so deeply amused by Operation End TomGerri that he forgets about his beef with Tom altogether. Connor is utterly oblivious to what's going on and has an overall lovely time.

Three snippets for this one - two from the beginning and one from towards the end - because I love it so much and I've been working on it forever:

“They’re good pies,” Gerri responded absentmindedly, crossing to the coffee maker on the other side of the kitchen to pour herself a mug.

“Well, thank you. But it is just the two of us.”

“Uh-huh.” Gerri didn’t look up from the mug she was adding sugar to. Tom moved back towards the oven, crouching down to glance through the door.

“That’s… a big turkey.”

“Uh-huh,” Gerri said again, turning back towards Tom and leaning against the counter.

Tom straightened up to look at her, arching an eyebrow. “...It is just the two of us, right?”

Gerri took a long drink before saying, “Well, I didn’t invite anyone else. Did you invite anyone else?”

“No. Of course not. Because, as I recall, we’ve spent a decent amount of time talking about how nice it’ll be to have a quiet, adult Thanksgiving, with just the two of us.” Tom crossed his arms and gave Gerri a querying look.

“Right. Okay. So - no, we’re not expecting anyone else.” She took another drink. “...I do think, though, that it pays to be prepared.”

“Uh-huh.” Gerri was a far better liar than he was, but they’d been sleeping together long enough that Tom knew when something was off. “Prepared for… what, the entirety of the Waystar board to drop by? Because I think we could probably feed them with all this.”

“Well, just… prepared for anything, you know?” Gerri crossed behind him into the living room, patting his arm as she went by. “This is why you should’ve joined the Boy Scouts, Tom.”

***************

When Tom came back into the living room, wine and beer in hand, Shiv seemed to be deep in the story of how she and Jackson met.

“... So yeah, we’d see each other pretty regularly that way. He helped me tone my calves.”

Tom frowned before he could catch himself, and Shiv quickly added, “Jackson’s a personal trainer.”

“Oh.” That explained the ungodly musculature. He handed them their drinks, and then perched on Gerri’s armrest and draped an arm around her shoulders.

Shiv blinked when he did that - just a little blink, the kind of thing that would look normal to someone you hadn’t been married to. Then, suddenly, like it was something that had been on her to-do list but she had forgotten to check off, she slid six inches towards Jackson to close the gap between them and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning into him. He looked surprised, but just wrapped an arm around her in response (and Tom also saw Shiv’s tell-tale twitch when he did it, the discomfort with PDA that had never really abated).

“So yeah, we’ve been having a lot of fun together. It’s really been great, what with - you know, Jackson’s just got that… youthful stamina, I guess,” she said, with a little smirk, and Tom would’ve had to be excessively stupid not to catch the little dig at his own age and stamina.

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“Of course.” Tom placed a hand on Greg’s shoulder, and this time, Greg didn't stiffen. They stayed like that for a beat. Tom glanced at Greg, his head still bowed, his face still miserable. He felt something twist in him a bit. What an awful night for Greg. A thought popped into his head, against his better judgment. Should he? No, that would be fucking insane. Still. He knew exactly what Greg had been trying to do, and in for a penny, in for a pound, so:

“You want me to jerk you off, Greg?”

The way Greg jumped and spluttered was itself reward enough for that decision. It was endearing, really, the shocked ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ routine.

“What the fuck, Tom?”

Tom shrugged. “I’m serious. And you’ve had kind of a shitty night, so.”

Greg’s eyes were darting everywhere but at Tom. “What- Tom- I- That’s-” Tom could've put him out of his misery, but it was infinitely more entertaining to watch him lose his mind. “Fucking what, man?”

“Gerri and I aren’t exclusive.” Tom threw it out there casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m sorry, what?” Greg went from looking everywhere but at him to staring Tom directly in the eye, slack-jawed. “You- you’re- you’re engaged, dude.”

“Uh-huh. For financial reasons, mostly. Better tax rates and all that. Plus, in the event that some of Waystar’s more… unsavoury history comes out, a husband and wife can’t be compelled to testify against each other, so it seemed like a good strategic move.”

“Holy shit… what? So you guys are just… you’re not like…” Greg opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish while trying to finish his sentence. “You’re not like… together-together?”

“Don’t be so binary, Greg. You can marry someone for tax reasons and still have great sex with them.”

“Eugh,” Greg groaned and looks back out at the city skyline. “I don’t - I don’t want to hear about that.”

Tom shrugs. “Suit yourself. The offer still stands, though. If you want to get off.”

Greg’s jaw clenched at that. “Yeah, I’m not really interested in being some third wheel to whatever fucked-up arrangement you and Gerri have.”

“Okay. Okay. Let me start again.” Tom takes a deep breath. “I know what you were trying to do tonight Greg.”

It shouldn’t have been possible, but Greg clenched his jaw even harder. Tom plowed forward anyways.

“Seriously. First off - Tim, Greg? With an MBA from Cornell? You couldn’t have been more obvious if you painted it on your forehead.” Tom chuckled to himself. “You and your dad really do have similar taste, I guess.”

“Tom-”

“Sorry, I know, I said I wouldn’t. Sorry. The point is -” Tom had to pause there. What did he want, exactly?

Against all odds, he was actually happy with his arrangement with Gerri. She was a comfortable housemate, the strategy was good, and the sex was great. He figured he could probably live like that until one of them died and be perfectly satisfied.

But.

He wouldn't go so far as to say he was in love with Greg. “In love” was one of those phrases you didn't throw around lightly. “In love” had all sorts of connotations that Tom wasn't sure he could apply to his relationship with Greg. But he did love Greg. In some way, on some level, this stupid kid meant the world to him, even though he’d been terrible at showing it.

#spilled some tomgreg on the tomgerri fic and then decided to keep it #ask games

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sikimi · 2 years

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Candy sweet personality

Characters: Hanwool, Geonyeob, Gamin, Minhwan

Contains: Character x reader, Wholesome shit, fluff, Sfw stuff

A/n: Greetings fellow readers~! I'm going to spoil you with a request from someone :> (I mentioned them in 2 of my shit posts, So you might know who they are). Enjoy~!

3rd person's POV

Y/n is a girl who got transferred in this YB school a few months ago, Ever since she transfered there, She's gotten very popular.

She was known for having a very kind, and caring personality. The girl was very bright, and cheerful always giving out a happy Aura of herself, She's not very good at fighting much, but her bravery and knowledge says it all!

Let's see how the boys fall for her :))

Hanwool Phi

Hanwool was always mysterious and secretive, Anyone who he finds interesting will be targeted by him, And you just got his attention

Just like how he did to Gamin, He'll do anything to break your cheerful spirit.

However, It never works, The way he treats you is like trash and you always act fine with that. He tripped you, embarrassed you, hurt you, and all you did was keep that smile ofc yours, apologizes and go to the others

Unlike everyone else, you never even feared him, instead you treated him just like everyone else. With kindness ofc

You never seem to hate him, which makes him even more confused.

After a few months of trying, He gave up and finally give in and accepted to be friends you. (Good job Y/n)

I feel like Hanwool isn't the type to 'fall inlove at first sight' if I were to think of his sexuality, it might be Pansexual but who knows?

Hanwool slowly starts to admire you

He also starts to warm up to you abit bc you took care of his sister when she got lost somewhere else

You should rlly thank Minhwan for this otherwise Hanwool might think you were the one who took his sis—

Hanwool always spare small glances at you, gives you small smiles, and even in the luckiest times, You could catch him subconsciously playing with the ends of your hair

Minhwan notices how differently Hanwool is acting, He knows he have a crush on you but chooses not to die instead

One time, you so were focused on a book you got from a close friend of yours in another school that you didn't notice Hanwool sitting next to you, but he didn't do anything, He just stares at you, admiring you piece by piece.

He remembers that one time where one of the guys in the white lead was threatening you with a weapon, and you just stood there smiling like an idiot, smiling like it's the most normal thing in your life. Hanwool on the outside looks like he's about to rip off the guy who threaten you but on the inside, He was freaking tf out bc he saw you smiling there with a cut on your face

Villain boi Minhwan came to the rescue and took you away to help you with that cut and also save your ass from getting scolded by Hanwool (Thank him for that)

Hanwool would be that "Tell me what you want, I'll give it to you" type of person (Ah~ ah~ ah~ You'll get the nfsw version later, don't get yourself too excited now~)

You got yourself a sugar daddy.

(I wish he could buy me primogems...HELP AUTHOR-KUN PLS..I'M VERY POOR)

Gamin Yoon

He might not look like he get bitches but honey that dick is 11 inche— AHEM.

Just like Hanwool, I feel like Gamin isn't rlly the type to fall for ' love at first sight ' due to him being so focused on studying and so clueless with love since he have no experience at all

But the one thing that made Gamin actually interested in you is how friendly you are to join his group, like he didn't even need to beg you or convince you to join it, and the fact that you're rlly smart makes him even more interested.

He also remembers the time when you were threatened by a gangster with a weapon in his hand and you just stood there smiling like it's the most normal thing ever, Poor bby, He panicked alot and asks if you're ok...He even thought of bringing you to the hospital- (Sehyun and Jiwoo have to convince him that you're alright and nothing too bad happened)

Gamin is rlly thankful to have a person like you, his friends and teacher by his side, otherwise he'll be left all broken-

Gamin truly adores you, you here to comfort him and be there for him even if he's shit

He fell for you when you guys were studying together in his house

You were explaining to him and you were too close that he could feel both your bodies touching, and he took this as a possibility to take in all your scent (basically not even listening to what your saying)

When studying, it was getting Abit late, the sun was going down and the orangish soft light of the sun reflected to your face making you look even more cute

After that day onwards, Gamin started acting more shy around you even Jun notices his master behaving weirdly

Gamin gets called out by Jiwoo which left him rlly shocked and red

Sehyun have to explain to him why he's feeling that way, bc he have a crush on you.

Hee won tried comforting him telling him it's not much of a deal and just act like how he does before! (Which actually worked)

The other two just stood there nodding there heads agreeing on what Hee won was saying

After knowing he has a crush on you, Gamin became even more shy! Which is adorable and bad!

Gamin gets all blushy when you two hold hands

Just small touches from you could leave him blushing and dreaming Abt you the whole day!

You got him so worked up he doesn't get too affected by his bad grades anymore, POG

He gets all warm and fuzzy when you're near him

Poor you, who doesn't even know what's happening to him-

He would be that "Do whatever you want bc you're just making me fall for you even harder" type of person

Minhwan

This man would likely fall inlove at first sight but remember, he falls inlove fast and also falls out of love fast. If he gets bored, He'll just leave you (which is sad)

Randomly appears and starts a conversation with you bc you were pretty, turns out you two had alot in common, You both also have a messed up life! ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ...not Pog at all.

You're less chaotic than Minhwan

You never fail to amaze him, even in silence.

Minhwan notices how much he's been staring at you, That moment he knew he was into you but he thinks it's too fast so he took the opportunity to slow it down Abit and spend more time with you

Understanding you, Reading you, and finding out more abt you

The more he finds out about you, The more he falls for you, Mans so inlove with you he's over his knees for you.

The way you smile, laugh, talks, He loves it.

Villain boi is like a soft yandere, He'll simply manipulate you to fall for him only but he doesn't hurt the others or any close ones, But yk He failed to manipulate you bc JOKES ON HIM YOU ALREADY LOVES HIM AHA—

He teases you alot, and also flirts with you but if you flirt with him back then He'll get very red. He's not used to someone flirting with him back.

Hanwool keeps saving you from trouble bc you're like a lil' sis to him (Ayo- Favoritism?) and He hates it when Minhwan brings you with him just to burn a fucking house down-

You two would play videogames together, and he sometimes gets touchy with you, like putting a hand on your legs (not thighs, legs.) Or going behind your back and whispering in your ears..or giving you a small lick on the neck- BUT He only does that when you both are like, comfortable with each other, Still tho if you're still uncomfortable with that, then he'll stop, But he'll still tease you

He buys you gifts, and supports you alot

Who knew a playboy like Minhwan could be adorable and sweet? <3

Geonyeob

Geonyeob, Fuck you for being hot. I hate you so much but I want you to rail me against the wall

ANYWAYS, Geonyeob is just not interested into you when you guys first meet and he shows it right away.

However... You're close to Gamin, which leads him curious, Very curious of you.

Almost all Gamin's friends from his study group is strong, Hee won doesn't know how to fight much but She's rlly smart- Not to mention she even managed to get the whole China town to help her with the fighting shitz-

But you? You're just..Nice. That's what he thinks

He doesn't seem to like you, He thinks you're kinda annoying, and weird. (Rude much)

But after friending with you for awhile, He understands you alot

In the study group, you're like..the supporter! You're rlly smart, Caring, and not to mention you're also like the good older sibling in the group!

Everyone respects you, and loves you (not romantically inlove :/ )

Geonyeob helps you with things too, sometimes he might walk home with you

Well one time when he was walking home with you, He feels all warm and gloomy inside his heart. I also feel like he would ask himself like, 'what tf am I feeling' 'omg is this love? Am I inlove with an idiot?' 👋😭

Geonyeob would never ever admits it but he loves giving you slight touches on your hand

Geonyeob is a Tsundere 👹

He'll insult you for doing something wrong but will mutter a small sorry in the end

On the outside, He looks like he's so done with you, but on the inside he just can't get enough of youuu (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

He's not an idiot like Gamin, He knows he's into you the moment he feels something Abt you.

Geonyeob likes this when you smile, He'll do anything to keep that smile on your face

If you continue to play with his hair when you're both in his house, He'll stops you at first but then gets used to it and just relaxes

He's like putty on your hand (・∀・)

He would be that "I hate annoying people but you're an acceptance" type of person

Gahhh~ I'm so tried :,)

I haven't gotten enough sleep due to my insomnia, and I'm now doing another oneshot

Anyways, Did you enjoy this oneshot? :D?

#study group #study group manhwa #study group webtoon #action manhwa #manhwa #study group oneshot #hanwool phi #gamin yoon #Minhwan ma #Geonyeob #x reader #fluff #oneshots

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bigwriterenergy · 3 years

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JOJO VILLAIN HAREM

anonymous asked: “I also sent the sugar daddy headcanons for the main Jojo villains and that you want more requests for harem scenarios, can I request a reverse harem headcanons for the main Jojo villains as well? Hope doing these requests won’t be too much!”

hi!! i still have that in my inbox haha, i’ll get around to doing it eventually!!! but ty for the request!! i would love to write this :) i had to debate whether or not to use dio from part 1 or part 3,,,,, i decided to go with part 3

kars

the jealous type.

you’re his human. why in the hell did everyone think they could have even a fraction of your time?

but he’ll never disclose his more intense possessiveness over you to your face.

it was obvious to all the other men that kars was proprietorial towards you but you were none the wiser. kars hides this by mostly bringing down the others; often, he states that you could do far better things with your time.

“your reasoning for entertaining those fools is beyond me. you shouldn’t waste your breath.”

oddly, one of the more romantic men. sometimes you’ll wake up to the sight of expensive jewelry or beautiful flowers. he’ll dismiss your appreciation with a huff.

there's something so sensual and mysterious about his, you assume, aloofness.

kars will never vocally exclaim proclamations of adorations, but rather, admittances of weakness.

“don’t leave just yet -- i would prefer if you spent the remainder of your night in my company.”

very observant. some of the other men who fawn after you are somewhat ignorant to the other’s attempts, or rather, chose to ignore their tactics. kars sees all and isn’t afraid to show his dominance. though it is very rare.

diavolo is probably the one he can appreciate the most.

they are both very similar. he respects that the gang leader doesn’t seem too interested.

“you never notice how others stare, do you? .. you never notice how often i stare.”

least favorite rival: DIO/diego. both dios are some of the only other men who will call kars out on his “protective” nature. though, both bumbling idiots are quick to label it as obsessed, much to his dismay. kars also finds DIO’S exaggerated sensuality and diego’s patronizing masculinity incredibly annoying. perhaps you didn’t notice the perversion of both of their charm, but he knew all too well the disgusting end-goal of their infatuation with you.

DIO

admittedly, it’s more-so physical attraction. at least in the beginning.

DIO will not hesitate to make advances on you or pull you close. his scent is overwhelmingly beautiful and sensuality completely encapsulates his attractive figure.

“why do you continue to deny me, (y/n)? you’re far too modest.”

in the beginning, expect superficial gifts, such as flowers or expensive jewelry. odd enough, it’s nowhere comparable to the thoughtfulness of kars’ gifts. for some reason, you know his actions lack genuineness.

as you resist him and perhaps feign obliviousness to his words of candor, DIO will notice that you are beginning to fill his mind.

he’ll awake at night and reminisce of his dreams containing your company.

while reading a story of foolish lovers, he’ll compare one to you. though, a fictional character really couldn’t hold a candle to your beauty.

it’s all very human. DIO subconsciously welcomes it.

from there on, expect comments and conversations containing of more substance: questions of books or questions of morality. DIO is an intellectual, after all.

“tell me, do you believe in gravity?”

monopolizes nearly all of your time.

if you have to finally depart after spending hours socializing with the blond, he’ll compel you to stay.

maybe bringing up a book or a story. he somehow always gets you to remain just a little while longer.

will often poke fun at yoshikage, often bringing childish insults.

all-in-all, you amuse him. having never really had close companionship, you offered him what he craved. and offered it with kindness and understanding.

in the end, he understands: how could he have not fallen in love with you?

“humor me: do you think these other men deserve your company? of course you don’t.”

least favorite rival: diego. you’d think that DIO would adore someone so similar to him, but in actuality, diego poses the biggest threat to his plans to make you succumb. heightened narcissism leads him to believe that the only person who could steal you away from him is another brando.

yoshikage kira

“it wouldn’t be right of me not to offer dinner to such a beautiful woman.”

surprisingly also very romantic, but instead of expensive gifts, kira is very verbal with his admiration.

not nearly as sensual with his talks as DIO, but more so poetic and without much shame.

“you truly are gorgeous. no need to be so shy around me, (y/n).”

but kira isn’t a fool. he knows his obsession with your hands isn’t exactly orthodox.

it’d actually take quite a bit for him to disclose his sexual desires. but you could push him over the edge very quickly.

it’s very odd for him. to actually want the woman behind the hand. and admittedly, yours weren’t exactly the most beautiful he had seen. so why did he still want to be in your company?

you were so complex and mythical. your very being was like a puzzle he wanted to complete.

the perfect gentleman. almost too perfect.

honestly, you might think he was a little boring. he would show you a very stereotypical, modest attitude.

it isn’t until you maybe disclose some interest that he’d finally show you a little more character. maybe a particularly sarcastic comment or some snide.

“well, aren’t you the little genius? honestly, i cannot believe you thought you could defeat me in chess.”

honestly, for some reason, i could imagine him and doppio getting along pretty well. doppio’s skin is so soft,,,, why was it so soft? they’re like complete opposites but somehow, kira could tolerate his presence the most out of everyone.

most of the other rivals don’t notice his attraction. eventually, they pick up on the few hints he unconsciously provides.

they’d have to note the way his eyes would linger to your knuckles when you held a glass or waved goodbye.

“ahh -- you would like me to hold your hand? -- .. irk .. i don’t think that’s a good idea,”

least favorite rival: kars. kira is a very superstitious person. i could definitely imagine him just not liking someone from no other provocation. maybe because his hair was too long, or maybe because he was too tall -- kira couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but kars proved the most awful nuisance.

diavolo

very, very, VERY secretive with his attraction.

in fact, i think that the only rival who would know of diavolo’s intentions would be doppio and even then, he wouldn’t know the full extent of his attraction.

i was debating on who would be the most stalker-type amongst the villains. honestly, all of them seem to be really like -- “watchful” guys, who will make sure you’re okay by like, showing up to your shift after work and escorting you home

but diavolo seems to take this a step further. you’ll never know he’s there.

he’ll watch you from afar mostly and only really make an appearance when you’re maybe around doppio or invite him out personally.

this is a failsafe, almost. maybe he can distance himself before it’s too late, but deep down -- he knows it’s already over.

“doppio insisted i accompany you two. i would prefer you to speak to me if only necessary.”

doppio almost never invites him. diavolo convinces himself that the kid wanted him to tag along.

diavolo couldn’t believe it. you’re nothing special, after all, right?

was it because of doppio that he was so enamored with you? i mean, that’s the only time he really saw you.

but you treated doppio with such kindness -- that was just innate with you, wasn’t it? to be kind? .. diavolo could only wonder how such a soul was left untainted by the horrors of this world.

you may have thought that diavolo hated you. he’d often ignore your greetings and dismissively wave away any attempts at conversations.

you never noticed the way his eyes lingered, just as kars had warned you.

doesn’t really care about the other rivals.

you’d probably have to confess to him first.

“ .. you want to spend more time with me? -- tch. what do you think the answer is going to be?”

the answer is, of course, yes.

least favorite rival: DIO. DIO’S eccentric personality really doesn’t mesh well with his own. he keeps a somewhat civil relationship with the man (by civil, i mean he doesn’t mean-mug him or kill the bastard) for your sake. your presence actually makes diavolo reconsider his actions, but for DIO? he’s almost willing to ruin the friendship to kill that stupid, flamboyant, son-of-a-bitch.

vinegar doppio

if there’s anyone who treats you like you two are already dating, it’d probably be a tie between diego and him.

expect chocolates and flowers and jewelry.

many calls when he’s away. he’s a very good listener and enjoys hearing you talk about your day.

he seems so out of place among the rest of the men who seek you. doppio is incredibly loyal and kind.

you’ll see him interact with children or older folks. he genuinely is just a sweet individual.

oblivious to almost every rival except diego. but that’s only because diego puts his hands on you as well.

he may think that diavolo is interested, but only because he’s interested to see why doppio likes you so much.

“it’s been so long since i’ve seen you! i’m sorry for not being around all the time.”

despite his somewhat lanky figure, the hugs he gives are addicting.

they’re tight and powerful, despite the almost weak nature to his posture. wrapping around your waist and convincing you that he’s here to stay.

he smells very natural, perhaps a light cologne here and there. nothing expensive.

all the other rivals’ are conflicted about doppio. he’s the second most hated for every single rival, but only because he’s the only one that will present you with affection.

they also all think they could take him in a fight. if he steps out of line, every single one of them think that they could put him back.

diavolo imposes himself onto doppio whenever he invites you out. doppio would prefer if his boss didn’t accompany him, but he can’t say no ..

“ahh, it is hot out! you know, i would love to buy you a drink.”

soft smiles accompany doppio every time you link eyes with him. there’s something within them that catch your attention every time.

maybe, after he finishes the whole mafia thing, he believes he can have you all to himself.

“if you could ever love someone like me ... i think i’d be the happiest man alive.”

least favorite rival: diego. diego seems to only want you for your looks! and diego is his least favorite rival because he thinks that’s his only rival. he’ll notice the way that bastard will wrap his arms around you and pull you close with that shit-eating smirk. it takes all of his power not to plough a shovel through that guy’s skull.

diego brando

surprisingly similar to doppio in the whole affection department.

he won’t flat out hug you, but expect possessive arms around your shoulders or waist.

“don’t look so nervous. i’m not going to bite you or anything -- you look like i’m killing you.”

very crass. will make many attempts to flatter you and soften you before he makes a move.

probably one of the only rivals who will attempt to sleep with you before admitting how in love with you he is.

“how can i resist you? you make it so hard.”

after he gets over the “wow i really want to bang this broad,” expect a softer diego.

one that will offer you rides or take you out to quiet lunches.

“i don’t like this frilly shit. did we really have to eat at this restaurant?”

you are one of his only friends. he confides in you a lot. tender admittances of failures and aspirations.

convinced that he needs to look after you and make sure nobody messes with you.

your kindness needs to be preserved, after all. the world will eat you up and chew you out. that is clearly evident with all these men chasing after you.

very, VERY jealous. he isn’t afraid to call out any of the other men.

“oi, doppio -- get your fucking slimy mitts off of her, you dog.”

if anyone was to get killed over you, it’d most likely be diego lmao. he’s very quick to the tongue and hardly thinks about anything he says when he goes into protection mode.

his stand makes him very in tune with your mood and your pheromones. i feel like he’d probably be one of the best to gauge your attitude.

“y - you .. you love me? -- god, i was wondering how long it’d take for you to finally say it.”

least favorite rival: yoshikage kira. there’s something he just doesn’t like about kira. maybe it’s his instinct with scary monsters, but every time he saw yoshikage, chills would trickle down his spine. he couldn’t believe someone as kind as you could even spend a second with that fucking psychopath.

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obey-me-apocalypso-official · 2 years

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Judging you based on your favorite (obey me) Apocalypso member

Conquest

You like Mammon,Lucifer and Diavolo too don't you

How's your relationship with your father? :)

You're probably maybe actually a pretty normal person

Your fanfic history has an odd amount of sugar daddy/sugar baby situations...

You love both fluff/angst and heavy smut equally

You like domestic men. Maybe have a soft spot for Simeon too in that regard..

You're really glad he's Conquest and not Pestilence

You're into himbos but you're not into men with a lot of muscles.

You have a thing for blondes, even if subconsciously (he's a fake, i hope you know)

You like floofy hair. You love floofy hair. You have the urge to touch that kind of texture/hairstyle whenever you set your eyes on it. You wish you could touch the hair of many fictional characters.

You maybe have considered just dating both him and War. You maybe have a thing for 'boyfriend's best friend' drama love triangle dynamic thing.

You have a thing for cocky bastards in general. You probably simp for Tartaglia too.

Bastard men. You want them to mess you up and then you wanna 'fix them'

You spot mommy/daddy issues for miles

You are weirdly perseptive

War

You like the 'bad boy falls for very average girl' trope

Your favorites are always the protag's best friend in shonen

You probably read a lot of wattpad and webtoons. Mostly all the same general stories but with different characters. Stop pretending, they're all the same. We seen your history.

Your taste in men is probably questionable. You see a man beat up someone on screen and you blush.

You like victorian era settings for some reason

People who know your taste in fictional men are probably genuinely concerned

You like redheads? Wether you acknowledge it or not..?

You think scars are either hot or cute. Seeing a character take off his shirt only for everyone to find scars is in your opinion the epitome of adorableness/hotness

You're just a sucker for the whole 'badass men' who are 'actually soft' thing.

You like tactical games. You play fire emblem probably.

You're kind of an edgelord and honestly can't fault you for it

Famine

You're a masochist

You think short men are cute as heck

You probably have a thing for manipulative evil characters

And you probably have a soft spot for them

You compulsively always get attached to broken villain characters.

"I can fix him :C"

You want to love him until he accepts your love

You think comparing him to a lil tiny insect is the funniest shit

You've probably looked up locust mating habits because of him. You have, haven't you.

You like Belphegor too don't you

You think high japanese voices are fcking adorable

You're arguably probably into some weird kinky shit. And kinkshaming is one of your kinks.

You don't even like insects all that much in real life, but for some reason he's weirdly cute to you

You're into androgynous/pretty men. Maybe not full on femboys, but, you like the neutral soft appeal.

Death

You like long haired men

You're emo aren't you? :)

How's your relationship with.. like.. everyone in your family?

You just want to escape and honestly that's kinda sad

He welcomes you with open arms :(

You like music and you're very introverted

You kinda get overwhelmed by attention, even in obey me. When you receive texts you just. Don't wanna. Even with fictional people.

Asmo's probably on the bottom of your list of 'my favorite om characters'

You're the mom friend, probably because you weren't loved enough as a child and you feel the need to make sure others feel cared for properly.

You forgave Belphegor way too easily

You think japanese deep voices have no right sounding so hot

You're on some tall men agenda

You have an urge to braid and brush men's long hair. If Conquest simps love floof, you love silk

You have at least one cat

You're emo. No pretending.

He's either your platonic soulmate or you're a simp like as hell.

Men who don't want you 💕💕💕

Hard to tell if you want him to take care of you or if you want to take care of him

#shall we date obey me x reader #obey me oc #apocalypso #obey me apocalypso #apocalypso conquest #apocalypso famine #apocalypso death #apocalypso war #obey me conquest #obey me famine #obey me death #swd obey me oc #obey me war #swd obey me #obey me fandom #obey me x reader #shall we date obey me oc

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r0zez-in-bl00m · 3 years

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~ 𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 ~

Chaotic parents

🦇Lilia Vanrouge x fem!reader, WORD COUNT : : 2K

Description- Lilia's wife comes for a visit but leaves a trail of destruction behind.

Placed under the cut for length!

It was yet another quiet day at the dormitory founded on the elegance of the fairy of thorns. The morning was greeted by Sebek and Silver’s bickering about whose training routine was better while Silver occasionally dozed off leaving Sebek to jerk him awake every single time with his thunderous voice. The dorm leader of Diasomania, Malleus, stared out of the window in the common room, finding the outside world much more interesting than the leather stiff book he had read a countless number of times or the ongoing talk across the room.

Yes, it was indeed another normal, boring day for the residents of Diasomania. Well, far too normal.

The one-sided quarrel between Sebek and Silver ended abruptly when the sound of an explosion came from the kitchens (did they even have that?), breaking the second-year’s slumber instantly as he looked around quizzically. “WHAT WAS THAT?!?!” Sebek thundered, the obvious surprise plastered on his face as he faced Silver. The second-year shrugged his shoulders as a response as he removed Sebek’s hand on his dorm uniform. “Maybe the old man is in the kitchen again,” Silver said, staring at the hallway to the kitchen worryingly.

Silver knew how experimental his father was in the field of culinary arts. The variety of weird, foul-smelling dishes he had tasted (and dreaded) as a little child was a prime example of it. As the knight had feared, not soon after, Lilia stepped into the common room, his clothes a little burnt, face covered in soot, with a burnt dish in his hands. “Oh my, this stew took longer than I had anticipated!” He said as he dried the non-existent sweat off his brow. Sebek retracted the moment the blasted dish’s smell reached his nose. That dish could barely be categorized as food, let alone be eaten under normal circumstances. Was the dressing covered in slime and worms?

“I-I see . . . it’s an excellent looking dish, Lord Lilia!” Sebek complimented, but his reaction betrayed his words greatly. “May I ask which stew is it?”

‘Better not ask if you don’t want to be the first victim Sebek,’ Silver thought but refrained from speaking it out loud. Sebek was always too fond of his seniors. The old fae, on the other hand, seemed giddy and unusually excited to tell Sebek about his extra special dish. “Well, it’s my specialty dish which I only make on the rarest of occasions, and mind you it’s really hard to persuade me to make this dish even if you ask a million times,” Lilia giggled while continuously shoving the otherworldly stew at Poor Sebek’s face.

Who would be in their right mind to actually persuade Lilia Vanrouge, the most horrible cook humanity has ever seen?

Lilia’s body shivered from giggling as Sebek guessed various stew names he had known. In defeat, Lilia finally disclosed the name, “It’s my legendary ‘slimy beef casserole’!!”

Silver almost choked at the name of the dish alone when he thought he was about to doze off again, finding it hard to breathe as he stared at Lilia as if he had grown another head.

Malleus, from his window, had his ears perked up as well at the unusual excitement. “Beef-Tomato stew?” Malleus questioned, “Don’t you usually make it for-”

POOF!

Before he could finish a puff of green smoke encircled the room completely. Silver’s dread turned horrendous as his aurora eyes traveled up to see the person coming out of the clearing green fog.

Those (e/c) eyes, that hair tied in a ponytail, and the familiar scent of raspberries. Hauling the heavy travel bag in her hand, the apparently young-looking girl smiled brightly and exclaimed brightly, “Family reunion!!” tackling Lilia to the ground, eliciting a chuckle from the latter. All the while Silver pinched the bridge of his nose in worry.

Indeed, it was going to be a long day.

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“All I had heard that it was a famous school for kids with magic, but I didn’t know that its campus was this big!!!” His mother chirped happily, skirting around here and there like a newborn baby bird. It had taken everything for Silver to not sink and die. To actually think that his own mother would show up at the school where he and his father were studying, and in summer clothes on top of that. That tank top concealed under a modest button-up shirt wasn’t doing her any favor. He had to persuade his stubborn mother to wear something modest enough to not get any weird glances.

Aside from Silver’s anxiety and protectiveness towards his mother, Lilia was extremely ecstatic.

“My sweet, you hadn’t mentioned that you had taken a trip to the southern islands in your recent letters,” Lilia said, strolling side by side with his beloved, arms linked and fingers intertwined. “Judging by your complexion you sure had a great time!”

(Name) giggled, “Of course, unlike you who would turn into a mummy just after an hour under the sun, I am always up for a swim on a hot summer beach and getting a tan!” She rolled up her sleeves and showed her changed skin color with pride, a smirk adorning her adorable visage.

Silver sheepishly scratched his head, “So, what made you come for a visit mom?” It’s not like he wasn’t happy, of course, no child could ever be sad to see their mother after a long time, but the question was- why now?

(Name) shuddered at the question, as if it was something too painful to talk about. Nonetheless, she shared her part of the story. “Staying in the Valley of thorns with nothing to do but tric⸺ I mean, play with neighbors was getting tooooo boring.” She said, twirling around in her summer dress, “That was when Sebek’s mum suggested me to go on a trip like old times! Gosh, I had missed the sights! But, traveling with my sugar daddy was much more fun, and I kind of started to miss⸺”

Silver’s eyes widened like two satellite dishes as he subconsciously cut of his mother, “Sugar what?”

He heard his father laugh heartily, smacking his arm slightly as if it was normal, “I told her to call me that, cool right?” Lilia asked, his lips occasionally curving upwards. Silver didn’t know what to do in this awkward situation. It was getting hard to keep a poker face when his cheeks were getting redder by the goddamn second. Unlike him, Malleus and Sebek were not even a little fazed by this.

“Nowadays people call their partners with such flowery nicknames,” (name) curiously reminiscence the one time she had heard someone calling their lovers in an odd fashion while at the beach. “Uh! Time flies by.”

Lilia chuckled at his beloved’s innocence, “Sweetheart, it’s good and all that you are learning new things and accepting the changing times, but” he gestured to Silver’s tomato face amusingly. “Other students will notice us, look, even our son is getting all embarrassed even after hearing our romantic exchanges a million times.”

Sebek, initially confused about what the great seven was happening, seeing his fellow guard show vulnerability, screamed at full-throttle, “SILVER!! Be ashamed of yourself!! It’s unbecoming of Young Master’s escort to show his blushing face in public!!!!”

Silver held the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time. “No one hadn’t even noticed until you brought it up for everyone to hear.” He pointed out to the two first-year students who were curiously eyeing the Diasomania group, only to scramble away laughing when Silver had noticed them.

Pushing all the hue and cry away, the prince of thorns conversed with Mrs. Vanrouge, his eyes glimmering with child-like fondness. “How has everything been in the Valley of thorns, (name)? Well, I presume?” His questions were cute just like his expressions!

The female couldn’t help but smile giddily, “My Prince, it hasn’t been long since your last visit to the land. What more could change in a few months’ time?”

The old fae nudged the prince’s arm a little. “You know Malleus, sweet. Always insatiably curious, this young lad,” Lilia added, earning a glare from the dorm leader. Before he could retort and start one of his ‘I’m not a child’ monologues, (name) asked– “Where are Silver and Sebek?” The other two fairies looked behind them and found the two of them vanished from sight.

“They must have stopped because of their argument again, those two.”

“I’ll go look for them if you’d like,” Malleus offered, but the old man shook it off. “Knowing those two, it’s better if I come too, just in case Sebek takes it to arms and marches on to war,” Lilia said. “(name), could you please wait a minute over here?”

As if she was a child who needed parental consent, (name) pouted at the irritating behavior of her husband only to earn a million mandol smile in return. The promise of getting back in less than a minute had triggered a few options in the female’s mind, none of them were in goodwill. Would she actually be Mrs. Vanrouge if not as much of a trickster as her husband?

A devilish smirk appeared as soon as the duo’s backs disappeared from her sight. Cracking the knuckles of her hands, she gazed around the vacant vicinity.

“Sooooooooo, what to do next?”

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The half-silent walk towards the rendezvous point was broken when Lilia had opened up his mouth to speak- “It’s good that the two of you didn’t wander off too much, it would’ve been far too much troubling to search the entire school.”

“I DEEPLY APOLOGISE LORD LILIA!!” Sebek pleaded, or more like screamed for mercy, “If Silver hadn’t fallen asleep, we would’ve come back sooner.”

“And we wouldn’t have become lost,” Silver added apologetically. “It’s alright, it was all in goodwill and we found you in time before dinner,” Malleus reassured. Sebek seemed to calm down at his lord’s words but nonetheless continued to rant and reprimand himself for being an incompetent vassal and what not.

But it stopped the moment all of them found (name) to be missing. “Didn’t we leave (name) here?” Malleus asked, confused as to where she could’ve gone. “My little honey drop likes to play hide and seek a lot, surely she mustn’t have gone too far!” Lilia reasoned but internally dreaded inside. Something of a horrible memory was coming back to him but he couldn’t place his finger on it . . . .

“Father,” Silvers said, serious, “We need to find Mom before she gets herself into trouble.”

“Yes, Silver is absolutely correct, or have you forgotten what happened during the Queen’s birthday?” Lilia’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shaped as the realization dawned over him. “Right! How could I forget?” (name) had planted a party bomb inside the cake that it exploded and its contents spilled everywhere. It wasn’t that big of a prank but the look the Queen had thrown afterward spoke volumes.

“In that case, the sooner we find her, the better it will be.” At that, the group again moves out to search, the expectancy to loads of trouble ahead humming in their minds.

On the other side, many weird occurrences happened at NRC that day. Students found the cafeteria benches levitating in the air with Rosehearts screaming ‘OFF WITH YOUR HEAD’ at the anonymous person who had hanged him from the ceiling. The Lion of Savannah was in a sour mood all day after it took him 2 hours to remove all the girlish accessories which had magically adorned his hair and chased Ruggie to have the evidence removed from existence. The ever-charismatic Vil Schoenheit seemed to have wanted to pop a blood vessel in his body after finding that someone had let Heartslaybul’s Flamingos loose in the dormitory. The clean-up in itself was a big task, the aftermath even more terrible.

All the while (Name) treated herself to some roasted marshmallows (courtesy of the cafeteria ghosts who mistook her for a child). The female never quite understood why her husband detested such a delectable snack. At the thought of Lilia, she wondered if he was looking for her while she was creating chaos in the school. She giggled at the illustration of his panicked face came to her mind.

Leaving the train of thoughts, she turned her focus back on chomping down the white snack. “Oh, a child has wandered into the campus?” a suspicious voice came from behind her, a shadow looming over her and blocking the sunlight. (Name) immediately turned to see a man with a bird mask glowering from above. The female wanted to scoff at the impudence of the idiot in front of her. Child? She was even older than the ancestry line of the top hat he was wearing. But, still feeling a little devilish, she decided to go with the flow. The headmaster crouched down in front of her, “Are you lost?”

“KIDNAPPER!!!!!!!!” The scream was so hard that it had rendered his hearing senses, which was a first for him given that he had already heard a different variety of screams. “My, dear child you have a loud voice!” Crowley held his head, still trying to shake off the effect, “and I’m not a kidnapper. I may appear suspicious but I’m a very generous person and the headmaster of this school!”

Even more, fun to trick you then.

“Oh really! Then prove it, Mister Crow!” she said faux excitedly.

Crowley cleared his throat, finding the nickname to be cute, “Alright, Alright! How about some ice cream and a little tour of the school?” The female’s mouth immediately watered at the word ‘ice cream’. She nodded vigorously in approval. Suddenly, she felt glad that she came to visit. Having a delicious treat on top of that a good laugh was like icing on a cake. Maybe she could demand a cake too.

“Headmaster Crowley!! Right on time!”

Oh damn.

She dreaded what was about to come next. The sight of her beloved husband with a teasing smile on his face poured water all over her future plans! Goodbye ice-cream.

“Everything has been upside down today . . . . oh, who’s this?” curse his impeccable question ‘who’s this?’

“This is a child I found roaming the gardens,” Crowley explained. “And by what do you specifically mean by ‘upside down’, Vanrouge?”

“You’re requested in the cafeteria, there you might get what you need, for the time being, I can look over after the child,” The damned fae knew what he was doing and was enjoying every bit of it! He smiled, showing more teeth than required, his magenta orbs glowing, “We will have lots of fun, won’t we little one?” It sent shivers down her spine and marked as the queue that she had overstayed her visit and best be off now.

With a puff of smoke, she vanished into sight, leaving the headmaster confused as the green air cleared. “What just happened Vanrouge?”

Lilia smiled peacefully, exhaling a sigh of relief, and said, “Nothing, absolutely nothing.”

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“Father, you’re going to mail the stew?”

“Yes! She came for a visit but forgot her favorite dish. I hope that the Thorn delivery service can handle the stew, the worms bite a lot.”

#twst imagines #cruel to be kind #lilia vanrouge #disney #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #silver #diasomania #twst lilia

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 3 years

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It’s The Avengers (03x16)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 16: You Picked the Wrong Weakness

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: did someone just go and tell the otp about the otp?

Word Count: you know that feeling when you have had a bad experience on some project or assignment or homework before. And you know that thing is going to come around again next month or something like that. And you just age yourself by giving yourself anxiety by thinking everything that could go worse in that area. Yeah. So, I kinda shut that off for a few hours and wrote this.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The Interview Room The camera is recording empty seats as a pair of voices grow louder with every second. "...it's like they don't even care about what the other person wants!" "...no, why would they. These rich daddies and their rich egos think they are the only ones thinking about the world." The camera swivels a bit to watch Peter and Scott enter with a new guest following them with a Caprisun in their hand. Peter: And why did you have to go ahead and help them? Shuri: *sits between Scott and Peter* *takes a long sip of her 'sun* What. I'm not going to give up any opportunity that involves space and weird energy boxes. Peter: Why did your brother even agree to it?? Shuri: *shrugs* all your sugar daddy had to say was 'what if it was Shuri'. And my thicc-head of a brother lost it like a rhino in a mating challenge. Peter: *scrunches his nose at the example* Scott: Great *sigh* now we'll never get to see them together. With your brains, those dads are probably already in space now. Shuri: Not so fast! They don't have the codes to neutralise the pandora's box yet. Peter and Scott: *look at each other* Shuri: So teleportation might be delayed as long as I am kept happy? Peter: *takes out a notebook* Scott: *takes out his phone and a card labelled Avengers Black Card* The camera pans in on a smirking Shuri sipping on her Capri sun.

Inside a Spaceship: Destination Unknown You and Loki were captured by the little drone flying at the same speed as the spaceship (which clearly had seen some remodelling, thanks to your rainbow buddies). Both of you were staring at something in front of you that lids by your waist level- something the outside drone was not able to capture because of the limited view in the spaceship window. The expressions on your face were serious. So was the arms-crossed stance. "Are you sure it wasn't just a noise?" Loki now had a finger on his lips in deep thought as he heard your words. "I am pretty sure of what I heard," he acknowledged without missing a beat. "So-" your voice faded as your fingers twirled in the air with a mind of their own- "that means he has...another..." "You really can't say it?" Loki looked at you with a questioning brow going up quite smoothly. You tsked. "It's my baby," you mentioned while Javier's camera watched you point down at slumbering Lulu. "I cannot just casually say he might have another hole and I think he farted through it. I cannot hurt my baby's feelings!" Loki scoffed. "Your baby's sleeping." "He still has ears." "You think he understands what a fart means?" "What do you think I've been teaching him when you, me or Javi pass the gas?" Loki's casual demeanour suddenly changed to an offended one. "I beg your pardon?" You were quick on your feet, already walking towards the front of the ship. "So, where exactly are we heading now? Aellae's next of kin? Though I find it hard to imagine she would have left your essence with anyone other than herself." Loki came and sat next to you, still pissed at that comment in those narrowed eyes. "I am going to circle back to your words-" he inhaled while you acted all innocent- "and no. We are not looking for anyone related to that witch." "Then are we looking for another one of your exes?" "No, we are n-" Loki stopped short, his lips right in a thin line as he stared at you. "Why are you so interested my exes?" You simply shrugged and raised your brows. "On the contrary, it seems your exes are still pretty interested in you." That casual expression turned into a familiar judgment as your head turned to look at him. "Though I wonder what did they find so-" you hands moved haphazardly- "interesting about you." Loki swivelled his captain seat towards you, locking your legs between his while grounding your armrests with his hands. Clicking the control button on your armrest, he moved your chair a bit closer to him, his face in close proximity to yours. Javier's camera panned in on the gulp moving down your throat while your eyelids did a flutter at this uncalled movement. The 4K caught those goosebumps rising right where his arm barely grazed yours and in the background, Lulu played an arousing violin piece. "Something you can only dream about, darling," he whispered. The violin picked up the charge in the air within its quick clean high notes. The only noise leaving you was the escape of the air stuck in your throat, shivering on its way out. "Of c-" you cleared your throat. trying to sit back up in your seat- "of course I can only fantasize. The reality makes me want to puck. Ugh!"

Loki: Y/N thinks space is all fun and games. What she does not realise is that just like earth, this universe too has an underworld. Ten times in size and twenty times as brutal. And Aellae was just the tip of the filthy iceberg. *camera zooms in on his tensed features* looks into the distance* Wonder who else she told about her. *looks back* *blinks* I'm taking her somewhere we can lie low for now. *rolls eyes* that is if she understands what lying low means. *sighs*

You: *eating bread like a peasant famished for days* Hm? What? No *shakes head* 'm nod nerbous. *takes another bite* debinidly nod becoz o doki. He wash jus playing wee me. *viciously bites into the bread* *growls and buries head in your lap*

"I am still telling you to ask for their help. It's not too late," you suggested in a composed manner, sitting in the co-pilot seat. "I am not calling seven alien boys just because you have a fetish for Korean pop bands." You thwacked his leg with yours. "I do not! And don't you dare talk shit about k-pop." Loki chuckled. "Why? What are going to do?" "I won't. But you know what k-pop fans are like, don't you?" The smile on Loki's face suddenly started to flicker away as he looked at the camera. "Remember that Vegas trip?" Clearing his throat, he adjusted himself on his seat, while you shared a devilish smirk with the camera. "We're going somewhere safe. Where I have a chance of getting my powers back and hopefully a gateway back to earth." You sat up. "Why didn't we go there in the first place?" Loki blinked, not really answering. You and the camera noticed the tension in his jaw. "It's not a place I like to talk about." The asteroid belt cleared in front of the spaceship to show the part of a planet covered in grey clouds shadowing frozen blue mountains and dark valleys. "Jotunheim," you whispered to yourself, letting the gloomy yet majestic scenery of the place reflect in your eyes. “Loki,” all humour in your voice seemed to dilute as you looked back at home, “we don’t have to go there. We-uh...we could go to one of Peter’s hideouts? Or maybe we could call the Boys and ask them to direct us to one of their safe places? You know, till we find a lead on your essence.” A smirk built upon the God's lips. "Is that concern I hear in your voice?" Those worry-laden brows suddenly dispersed all emotion to make way for anger. A slap made way from your hand to his right side of the back. The thwack was loud enough to wake Lulu and force a sincere 'ow' from the God's throat. "This concern is for me and my babies you awful animal," you growled, your voice considerably higher, "you think they'll survive there?"

Jotunheim If the mountains seemed to carry an eerie aura about them, the valleys were a straight suggestion of being pits straight to hell. To add to the effects of arriving at the gates of hell, the snow falling was harsh, to say the least. As soon as the door to the ship opened to let all the passengers feel the heat, the drone travelling outside took in travellers covered in thick fur. Javier carried Lulu on his front, both of them visible just with their faces- not to mention the former's blue eyes standing out over everything else in his surroundings. Loki too embraced the thick skin, looking quite the part of a Jotun till he picked up the hood of your coat to put it over your head without saying much; only smiling when you looked like a fluffed up birb in that Viking overcoat.

Loki: *smiling sheepishly**looks at you standing next to him* Angry birb *looks back at Javier's camera* Sam taught me that one. *camera pans at you simmering under that fur*

Lulu had already picked the background music for his pack's entrance. The Viking beat had just the right amount of weight and horror of the unknown in it as this place did. Just ahead of the pass lay the structure carved in the mountain itself. It could be called a palace or a temple. But that was not what sought your attention. Eyes. The camera caught eyes in the dark staring at the unwanted guests. Blue. Piercing. Murderous. And more than one pair. The drone panned in on that one subconscious movement of your fingers gripping the fur of the coat on Loki's back as the God walked gallantly- as if he owned the planet. But your eyes did not stop to observe the alien movement around you. "Remember-" Loki's whisper brought you out of the daze your own thumping heart was creating for you- "do not show them your fear. Show them that you are to be feared." It may have been his words or just his voice that started to melt the fear visible on your features, lasting for five seconds before a loud thump vibrated the land beneath your feet, making you all come to a stop. And when that was not enough, the audience saw the feet first, then the legs and then the whole length of a Jotun appearing before them. Some necks were really going to feel it tonight.

"Who dares enter the land of Jotunheim?" came the thundering and low growl from the Jotun that stood towering over you all. "The one who is alive and stands on this land," Loki announced, "with the blood of Laufey in my veins, I have come to claim what is mine." There was nothing but an uninviting smirk on the Jotun's face. "I am Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin, ruler of Asgard and your King," he commanded with ice in his voice, "and you...need to bow...before your King." The dead silence proceeding his threat of a speech was enough for you nearly bury you inside your own overcoat. And when that did not seem enough, your body- on its own- moved a step closer to Loki's side. "Oooooh Gooood," you whispered with quite the shudder while your face was plastered with a no-fucks-given wave, "we're gonna die." On the contrary, the silence was followed by many Jotuns coming out of the shadows to surround your group one by one before bowing down. Even the ones who looked quite young did the same. All of them except for the one Jotun who had greeted you first. "Allir fagna konungi!" they chanted in unison. "All hail the king," Javier translated it for you. "Didn't know you were into Nords," you quipped, "the language, I mean." "Honey, I am all into Nords," he signed before looking around with a smile, finding a buff Jotun that caught his eye. He did not take another second to blink at him and leave that giant a bit confused and flustered at the same time.

Inside the Palace The throne was sculpted out of ice that seemed as old as the mountain. Alongside it had been made seating arrangements for the family, running parallel till the doors of the throne room, all greyish blue stones marked with Jotun carvings. You and Javier believed they might be names of dignitaries. Lulu thought they are just doodles by other babies and proceeded to contribute to the stone they were standing next to. A little female giant sat down and looked at Lulu's doodles with curious wide eyes. Loki stood rightfully in front of his throne, admiring it before turning to his subjects, most of them adults who were exceptionally taller and blue-er than him. The drone captured the magnificence of the throne room that had fire pits next to the seats at intervals right alongside the stone pillars and right in the middle, a few feet in front of the king. But none of them were lit. And the giants were visibly annoyed by the drone while the kids wanted to catch it and play with it. "An Asgardian announces himself as our King," the one giant growled as he stood at the steps of the throne, "why would we believe you to be our King, son of Odin." He nearly spat the last part. The drone captured that bit of concern breaking out on your composed features but Loki just smirked. Pulling his overcoat to the side- as magnificently as he believed himself to be- he sat down as if he has done it ever since he was born. The authority exuding from his presence certainly put the murmurs going around the hall to a standstill. "At ease, Helblindi," he stressed to the giant with a purr and directed the rest of the audience to take their place. "Not you." Everyone stopped short to looked at their king. And he was clearly looking at you. You pointed a finger at yourself in question. "Don't you know your place....pet?" he commanded ever so slyly, discreetly pointing his finger at the stone next to his throne.

You: *look around to make sure no one's looking at you* *anger about to explode through your eyes* *whispering* Pet?? PET?? I swear gonna just *gestures to grab the air* grab his throat and *punches the said air repeatedly in her palm* *camera pans out to focus on three baby giants looking at you in pure horror before their mother carries them away murmuring something* *camera swivels to show Javier looking disappointed* Javier: *signs* she said 'stay away from the crazy human'. *sighs* *shakes his head*

“Come-“ Loki’s fingers gestured at you to come over to that stone couch of a thing next to him- “sit.” Taking a breath to compose your usual embers of rage at that comment, you smiled and walked up the stairs to stand next to him. The camera recorded the little gracious bow you gave the God but not before your back was to the spectators and you signalled an insult with your middle towards him, nearly making him chuckle. And with one heavy inhale, you sat down next to him, clearly not at the same level as him. “Is this what Lulu feels like?” “I would’ve made Lulu sit in my lap,” Loki acknowledged with a smirk. “You’re welcome to join me anytime but for now-“ he adjusted himself on his seat and raised his voice to address the court- “let us have a feast tonight and raise our mugs in union of the Jotun king and his subjects.” Helblindi scoffed and spat on the floor. Loki did not look but he was surely observing his every move. “In union of an excuse of a giant who does not even resemble-“ “I would like you to stop there my brother-“ Loki announced as he got up, letting the whole room take one united gasp at the scene- “before you start regretting your own words.” You blinked at the reactions to turn and look at Loki. Now the lights from the ceiling did a stupendous job of catching the widening of your eyes while your pupils were dilated in an emotion only known to you when you witnessed- for the first time in your life- Loki's skin change its shade and features. The flawless paleness gave way to a blue so deep over those arms he rarely displayed in public. The colour ran up his neck as well, covering him all the way. And along with this shade came ridges on his skin which apparently every Jotun had; running up his face and down his limbs. Those smaragdines and whites around them were now replaced with red. “This Jotun-“ his voice was low, but with enough weight that it echoed to the last corner of the room- “has seen enough lives to know what is hatred and what is fear. So next time you try to question my right, Helblindi, know that I have no qualms in exploiting them in a way which seems necessary for me.” Helbindi did not seem to stand his ground much now. Not after a few Jotuns who stood up to speak against the giant who had been torturing them for a while with his reckless and greed-ridden laws. Javier's camera was stuck on your reaction in the middle of this mild chaos. Your parted lips, wide eyes, stare lingering all over the God's body, your throat feeling the urge to swallow the dryness; it really was a sight, an emotion that many fanfiction artists would want to take inspiration from. Loki- who was smirking at the warm welcome he was receiving through the roar against his brother- turned around to look at you. His smirk disappeared and his usually focused gaze was interrupted with those unsure blinks at your features. Before he could explain himself, one giantess blocked his way to you with a bow. "We have prepared the Bath for you and your companions, your grace," she announced, still with her head held low. His gaze was running between you and her. To make it easier for him, you got up from your seat and walked down to the giantess who wanted to show you, Javier and Lulu to the Bath. "Nandi," Loki finally looked at the giantess. "Yes, your grace." "I need you to choose four of your most loyal companions to guard them." "They are all ready to escort your companions where you please." Loki smiled at Nandi. "I owe it to your mother to protect you, your Grace, like she protected me and my children." "My mother had a loyal friend in you," the God appreciated before walking down the throne and away from the crowd. The drone followed him. The graceful composure of the God crumbled like a dry sand castle as soon as the doors closed behind him and he was alone in the icy corridors. His pace got faster by the second, his eyes searching everywhere. "This isn't fair, you know." Loki stopped at the echo of your voice. The pause of one breath, and he knew where to turn to find you standing in the shadows. Javier stood by the pillar next to you two with his camera, capturing this strange tick on Loki's features. You stepped out of the shadows, your gaze uninterrupted, looking right at those red eyes. "Do you know the amount of chaos it would create on earth if people knew that you look like..." "Like what? A monster?" Loki's voice was heavy. "Nah don't say i-dammit! Now I cannot stop imagining the term monsterfuckers." Loki blinked. His brows furrowed at you ever so slightly. "I mean-" you sighed with frustration- "was it not enough that you looked like a literal God in a human form that you had to now go and reveal that you are one buffed up alien? Look at you? You are one breath away from starting a cult of monsterfuckers! Do you realise that? Look at-" you grabbed that one barely naked blue arm and tried to squeeze it- "this firm, cold, arm that is people are going think about in-" you tried to breathe, your gaze still stuck on his shoulder- "their bed at night. God, why do have to be so-" you pointed at all of him with a frustration-filled, longing look of...disgust- "you." By now Loki was raising his brows in question and shifting his gaze between himself and you, clearly confused by your reaction. It even seemed he was a bit flustered at one point. You winced, looking at his body again. Your eyes followed the ridges on his face to his neck, plunging down his v neck t-shirt. With a frown you turned hastily, flinging your body involuntarily in the direction of the bath. "I bet they go all the way down," you whispered to yourself in between your sobs and walked away.

Loki: *still stands there* *blinks* *looks at the camera* what...*looks in her direction* *looks back* *does this two more times* what just happened?

The Resting Chambers: Next Day One of Javier's drones followed you from the balcony you were standing in to witness the first light of the nearest star in this frozen land. The snow-clad mountains were a majestic sight in their own stature. Even the smile emanating under the warmth of the star could not deny that. The giggles coming from inside the room broke the sweet hum of sync you were having with the weather, walking back in to find Skandi and Kolga, Nandi's daughters setting up the table with Jotunheim's specialities- snowberries, Kruweed- fresh seaweed from the frozen lake- and Lulu's favourite, spiked abalones. "What are you girls snickering about?" Lulu was already jumping on the table to sniff everything placed for his liking. Once he had inspected every single item, he went over to his bowl of abalones.

"Nothing," Skandi cooed, "just discussing how Loki-" Kolga elbowed her sister to correct herself- "how his Grace, keeps looking at you." Your hands paused for a fraction of a second near your mouth before the snowberry found its way in your mouth. "Look at me how?" "He looks at you as if you might vanish any second if he does not keep his eye on you," Kolga added, sitting down next to you. Her face had gentle tones all over it. Her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever she talked to you. "Are you being punished for something?" It took you some time to realise she was genuinely curious. "What. No. Why would you think that?" "Because his grace keeps you under guard. I thought pets were kept in cages in Midgard." Skandi turned to Kolga with a gasp. "He caged her last night then?!" The camera captured your furrowed brows sitting there confused in between the sisters. You opened your mouth to speak but lost to Kolga. "You mean when he told off Helbindi that she will be sleeping in his quarters." Skandi nodded vigorously. "He could not have kept her in a real cage." "Maybe he chained her to the bed." "Ah. So he could keep an eye on her at night." "Is that what happened, y/n?" You hid your face behind the mug of tea that did not seem to leave your lips while your free hand seemed to check your cheeks for their temperature. "This tea is good," your burned throat appreciated the drink. "He seems quite...what is the word... possessive of her," Skandi commented. You shared a look with the drone- your face devoid of any emotions. Kolga hummed in agreement, popping a snowberry in her mouth. "I thought Kruge would die last night by his hands." Now that seemed to catch your attention. "Kruge who?" "Helbindi's guard. The one who nearly pushed you into the wall last night." "When you went inside," Kolga continued, "his Grace took Kruge's staff and struck him in his limbs and threatened him to never touch you again if he wanted to stay alive." "Kruge should be glad he did not use his powers on him lest he would be a part of the dark pit's icicles by now." Kolga and Skandi stopped talked to watch you lost in deep thought while your hands scratched Lulu's back on their own, making the floof purr quite loud. "Is she making this little creature vibrate?" Skandi asked her sister in a whisper. "It looks like it," her sister whispered back in awe.

You: *whispering at Javier* What? No, it's okay. We can record here. No one can say anything. *sits on the stone seat in the gallery that seems empty to the camera* *adjusts hair* is it recording? Of course. It's always recording. *clears throat* *at normal tone* So, clearly...*inhales* *raises brows* things are barely standing still right now. And it is clearly not helping that Loki is having sudden urges to pick a fight with whoever bullies me. *Javier's drone catches him discreetly signing at you to lower your voice a bit* You: *irritated* I mean does he want me to get bullied more? Bullies are always going to pick on the weak one in the group for fuck's sake! And evidently, I am the weaker sex. *the camera catches a movement behind you, turning to focus on the source* You: and his highness does not seem to realise that it will be too easy for these giants to torture his weaknesses out of me. Does he not see that? *squints at Javier* what? The drone is recording Javier aggressively telling you to cut it out while looking pale as his gaze goes far behind you. You turn to look where his gaze is going. Javier's camera automatically focuses on Kruge standing next to the last pillar, throwing daggers in your direction through his bloody eyes for a moment before disappearing somewhere. You: *turn around with a shade lighter yourself* *the camera is panning over your face now as you look at it* *whispers* Fuck!

Five Minutes Later One of the drones buzzed against the ice that separated the balcony and the bedroom, tapping itself repeatedly on the transparent frost till the door to the room opened. It turned around to record you and Javier rush inside- the latter placing his camera in his bag and packing his stuff. "Okay, relax, relax!" you stressed to the hyperventilating boy. "We need to get out of here," he signed. "Javi, take three deep breaths? Yes? One? Two? Good. Three. Now think about it. As long as we are with Loki, no one will dare harm us. Okay? Not to mention he has allotted us our personal security team." Javier was on the verge of sobbing. "What about when Loki is not around. What will we do then?" "Javi, don't think like that," you nearly fumed at him. "Loki is in the throne room right now. You take the guards with you and go to him and when you find a window let him know what happened, okay?" Javier was still taking deep breaths while sweating through his fur coat. He nodded. "What about you?" "I...have Lulu." You pointed at the floof sleeping with his belly bared and his paws out. "I won't leave the room, don't worry." Once convinced you'll be fine, Javier hurried outside, leaving you in a silence only filled by light snores of your baby. The drone recorded you biting your lip and tying your hair up in a bun. "Okay," you whispered to yourself, "now we wait." It also recorded the sudden change in the shade of one section of the wall opposite to your back. With the focus still on you, the section of the wall appeared to open out, revealing the pitch blackness lit by a pair of red eyes. The next thing you knew, the drone was lying on the floor, its barely working lens recording your muffled screams and boots struggling to find the ground as a pair of blue feet walked past the lens before it went black.

One Hour Later The camera sat on the stone seat, recording the periodic tapping of Javier's foot from outside the frame. Loki still had audience. The Jotuns discussed every aspect of Jotunheim with the king. Loki sat patiently, listening to every word before advising them necessary steps. The majority was satisfied with the King's suggestions. Many were even in awe. There were a few who were dissatisfied no matter what the God mentioned. "Well-" Loki sat straight, addressing the whole court- "this concludes our day then." "Your grace," one giant bowed at the steps, "there are a few more issues that need your kind attention." Loki sighed, his hand resting on the armrest, his fingers running over his lips in thought. Not sure about Loki, but the camera recorded the patient that ran out of Javier. He got up from his seat, immediately catching the God's eye, who was quick to raise his fingers just for the boy to stop taking any further steps towards him. "You have stalled me enough," the God acknowledged, catching the giant off guard. "Helbindi should know it better than anyone that a coup against me would be a futile attempt." Loki did not budge where he sat, just his finger drumming on the arm rest. "And I am in no mood for a mutiny."

The one drone who had been playing with the Jotun kids picked up the damage to a drone in the resting chambers. It buzzed through the halls, trying to pick up your trail, finding corridors and corners to fly through, walking down dark pathways with no windows and steep stairs spiraling deep into the mountains. On its way it found Lulu howling and meowing in a frantic daze, walking down the same path where he found your scent. And it seemed like he found you through the same dark pathway that ultimately reached an opening. There was nothing but ice all around and in every form. A section of the mountain that opened to the outside with a catch. There were cells cut into this ice for prisoners. Shackles of cold metal rested in every cell. Each of them had metals bars to keep the captives in and an opening in the ice to keep any grain of warmth out. And to add to it all, this entire prison cell rested on a frost chunk hanging at the edge of the mountain. "Stop, please, you cannot do this!" Your voice and footsteps could be heard echoing through this section. The drone buzzed and landed on the wall to record the Kruge stripping you of your fur coat with a maniacal grin on his face. "Hey! HEY!! Give me back my coat!" Kruge stopped you from going for your coat by his hand coming for your throat. His grip made it hard for you to breathe as you struggled to get out of the hold, your nails trying their best to dig into that stubborn cold skin of his. Lulu ran and growled at the giant, scratching at his ankles till the latter kicked him away. "What do you want?" you barely managed to get out of your mouth. "We want Loki out of Jotunheim," he growled in your face, smacking your back in the ice wall behind you before letting go of your throat. You fell down with a thud and a groan, taking in as much air as your windpipe allowed. "Okay," you wheezed, "okay. You let me talk to Loki and I will convince him to leave Jotunheim. I promise. I pinky promise." You even raised your pinky. But Kruge was already closing the bars on you. Lulu ran and jumped through the bars to stop by your side, sniffing and crying, wanting to make sure you were okay. "No no no no," you crawled to the bars, trying to wrap your fingers around them but failing once your skin felt the vicious cold personally, "please don't do this. You have to stop. Now." "You said you know Loki's weakness," a voice boomed from the shadows where you had been dragged from. A very familiar and ominous voice. The drone turned to capture Helbindi stepping into the ice prison with a stature fit for kings. "His essence is lost. It is a secret no more, you quim." You looked at Lulu in confused defeat. "Why does it feel like he called me a whore?" you whispered. Lulu threw his own curses at the giant. "Listen, sir, Mr Helbindi," you began, "you want the throne, right? And I want to get out of here alive. How about I take Loki with me? You get back your kingly rights, I get my friends back and we go our separate ways. Everybody wins!" Helbindi came down on his knees in front of you. A smile rested on those cracked lips of his. His hand went past the bars- to your surprise- and landed on your cheeks. Your gaze kept shifting between his eyes and his hand while your body tried to move away from his hold. But he was one stubborn bastard. "He must have kept you alive for a reason." Helbindi was talking to himself now. His thumb rubbed against your skin, something that was visibly making you uncomfortable. "Ah...he keeps you to satisfy his nightly needs." You pushed yourself away from Helbindi, only to be forced into the bars by his hold around your skull; his chuckle resonating through the prison. "Do not worry my little whore," he whispered right in your ear while his icy breath ran over your skin, "you will be my pet soon. And unlike Loki-" he licked your cheek with his tongue, driving you mad with disgust- "I prefer violence even in my chambers." Your breaths were shallow. A single tear falling from your eyes as you did you best to maintain your features. "You are making a grave mistake," you whispered through your teeth. Lulu tried to claw at Helbindi too but Kruge was already kicking him away, earning a death stare from you. The giant struck his nail in your throat, driving it deep till there was blood. "The only mistake that was made was by you coming into my land. And you all will pay for it." Dropping you back into the snow, Helbindi got up and walked back into the darkness.

Loki watched the doors open to let Helbindi in, his gait ever so dominating as he walked past the judgmental eyes of every other giant in the court with his own little battalion following him, carrying weapons of all sorts. "A king with no powers has no right to sit on the throne, Laufeyson," Helbindi roared, ground his staff a few feet away from the stairs to the throne, creating a crack in the ground. "And a Jotun with Asgard in his blood has no right to stay alive in Jotunheim." Weapons were drawn at anyone who was not on Helbindi's side. Javier was already on his feet, running by Loki's side with his camera. Loki still had his mouth covered with his hand, as if in a tired trance. "Everybody out," he commanded ever so smoothly to his audience- who was hesitant at first, but left as soon as the God's eyes pierced through every last one of them. Left alone with his brother's radical followers, he sighed out loud, his fingers still drumming. Javier felt a buzz in his pocket, making him take out the little tablet he used to control his cameras. "Your actions with every passing moment make me more sure of your inability to rule over the subjects, brother mine," the God simply commented. The seriousness on Javier's face was turning into a field of fear. "Oh, I am not asking, brother mine," Helbindi snared at Loki, "I am taking what is mine." "And why would I give you anything you want." "Ask your little plaything," Helbindi smirked. The drumming of those pale fingers stopped. Silence eroded in the throne room. And slowly a shallow panting was audible from the God's side. The camera suddenly lost its balance and fell down on the armrest before toppling on the throne behind Loki, his back still in the frame. Light reflected through Javier's eyes, more precisely through his tears, as he moved the tablet towards Loki. "Stop, please, you cannot do this!" your voice echoed through the tablet, and all the lines on Loki's face disappeared. His body got up from the throne, his eyes still stuck on the device, looking at the aftermath of Helbindi's actions. There was no emotion on the God's face while he witnessed everything recorded on the drone. He did not even budge till the recording finished. Once the screen blacked out, he swerved the tablet for Javier to take back. His gaze was apparently still stuck on the black stones on the floor, his jaw threateningly sharp in whatever light coming from the nearest star. "If you want to see her alive again, go back to your ship before the star drops fro-," "You touched her." His voice was just a decibel higher than a whisper; his shoulders stiff. The silver bracelets were visible on his wrists, more so with the light reflecting from them. His pale fingers now turned into fists. "You hurt her." Nothing but the resonating crack of a metal reverberated through the hall and everything went black.

The drone sat over the bars, recording the visible shivering breaths coming out of you while your skin turned pale, your fingers blue and your hairs were already collecting frost over them, despite moving your legs as close as you possibly could to your body. "P-plea-hease," your voice shuddered, "s-s-stop hi-im. T-there is-s-s st-i-ill time." "Your master is quite possibly begging on his knees by now," Kruge cackled, gulping down the mead and pouring more from the barrel next to him. Lulu was trying his best to keep your warm with his little body, wrapping himself around your neck while whimpering for you. Kruge was about to finish another mug when his ears caught a snicker that slowly turned into a weak laughter. The drone recorded you chuckling through the pain of the blight. "What is so comedic," Kruge snarled at you. "You thought I was telling you to stop for Loki's sake?" you laughed a little more, making the Jotun simmer with building rage. "I was telling you to stop your master before it's too late, you sewage rat's tick." The lens panned in on your features, all those helpless tears replaced by a smirk that could put the devil to shame. "You master thinks I am Loki's weakness." Your eyes glistened with a tint of some hidden darkness inside them in contrast to all the white around you. "Because I made him think that, you buffoon." "He is nothing without his essen-" "Count your peaceful breaths, you son of a bitch," you stressed, never batting your eyelids, "because you are not going to die an easy death today." You smiled turned into a chuckle before your eyes turned heavy and you fell down. The drone- in its last few minutes- went dark, but not before recording Lulu's cried, mewls, howls that slowly turned into a blood curdling roar echoing till the end.

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