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jamminvroomvroom · 2 years

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lipstick on the glass

pg x fem!reader

read part 2 here!!

yeah okay so pierre is hot and i’m in my sad girl era again, hence the song lol. lemme know what you think (for my ego) <333

inspired by lipstick on the glass by wolf alice (lyrics are italics, bolded and small)

warnings: 18+!! smut, swearing, angst, alcohol, fuckboy pierre vibes ehehe, probs grammatically incorrect french (i do apologise) 3.3k words

it could be exciting

excuse for a change if we don't work the way we were

it had started off as a bit of fun, just as most things that ended in disaster did. your eyes caught his in the paddock a few times over the span of a couple of race weekends, and before you knew it, you were in his motorhome bent over the end of the bed while he fucked you from behind. after a few months, you found yourself wishing that it had been terrible, that there were no sparks, no heat between you both, because then you could have had a clean, painless break. but no, that would have been too easy.

instead, you had been caught up in what could only be considered a downward spiral. it had started off as lingering touches in the paddock, stolen kisses in dark corners and his hand wandering under your dress in the corner of a club in a new city every week. it was exciting and new and he made you feel so ridiculously good, acting as the perfect stress relief for both of you. but quickly, it turned into a painful, messy clash between your head telling you to run, while your heart wanted you to keep staring into those pretty blue eyes just a moment longer every time they fell upon you. feelings quickly surfaced on your behalf, stupid, ridiculous feelings that made you want to scream into a pillow or melt into an embarrassed puddle on the ground. he didn’t feel the same way, no, not even a little bit. because you quickly realised that you weren’t special.

the first time you saw him with another woman, you didn’t realise she was there with him. the second time you saw him with another woman, different than the first, you naively turned the other cheek and convinced yourself that he wasn’t doing with them what he was doing with you. by the time a third woman appeared at a race, you were furious and vowed to never let that man into your bed ever again.

when he’d eventually come to see you, or at least fuck you, the following week at that, he had instantly noticed how cold you were towards him. when you told him pettily that, clearly, he didn’t need you anymore, he had smirked, voice oozing arrogance.

“there is no need to get so jealous, mon ange. no one compares to you.”

you had been on your back for him embarrassingly quickly after that small amount of convincing from him.

nothing seems inviting

except the image of your open arms calling back

to me

and so, the cycle began. pierre fucked you and then he went and probably fucked everyone else. you hated yourself for exercising such little self respect, but by the same token, you craved as much of him as you could get. you didn’t think it was love, but it was definitely something, something enough to leave you feeling hurt every time he found the next woman to warm his bed for a night. the sad thing was that you knew his pattern like the back of your hand by this point, so it was a pathetic reality check time and time again when you somehow managed to continually convince yourself that yes, this time would be different.

now, it’s not like he made it easy for you to move on. it didn’t matter how much you withdrew from him to protect yourself. he was always extremely flirtatious, that wasn’t a shock, but over time, his mannerisms towards you changed slightly. he would brush strands of hair away from your face, grazing your skin so gently as he did; he would call you pretty when you woke up beside him as the sun broke through the curtains of an expensive hotel suite, and would stay beside you just a little bit longer on those mornings. those tiny little gestures were hard to ignore, especially as they became more frequent and intimate. but no matter what, he always left.

and now, here you were sat in yet another hotel room, bored and alone. it was the beginning of the race weekend, late on thursday afternoon, so he should have been back from the track hours ago. all he needed to do was speak to his engineers and do some very minimal media. you couldn’t help yourself from allowing your thoughts to run slightly wild, wondering which dark corner of the paddock he had seduced his latest pick into. or maybe, he had already arrived back to the hotel, invited into someone else’s bed instead of yours. even if you finished off the entire bottle of red wine resting on the table before you, you wouldn’t be able to get the bitter, bitter taste out of your mouth.

fuck him, you thought, deciding that if he wasn’t going to join you anytime soon, you wouldn’t delay opening the bottle that was just sat there waiting for you while you waited for him. one glass turned into two and two turned into three, and three turned into you picking up your phone and furiously typing out the most direct, albeit slightly dramatic, message you could muster in your tipsy state.

“don’t bother coming up here. i don’t need you and you clearly don’t want me.”

after that night, slightly embarrassed by the text message you’d sent, you avoided him until he made it impossible. you didn’t know why he was suddenly putting in so much effort with you when he barely had before. he went out of his way in the paddock to see you, to be near you. any free time he had would be spent looking for you and it was getting rather irritating. you managed to ignore him and his piercing gaze for a good few weeks but he was starting to distract you from your job and that was your final straw.

“what the fuck do you want from me?” you slammed your office door shut, wincing as you really didn’t need anyone noticing him there when really he should have been down at his garage.

“why did you end it?” he challenged, finally asking you what he’d wanted to for a month.

“why do you care?”

“because i miss you.”

“why? can’t find anyone else to fuck these days?” you scoffed, trying to ignore the way your heart rate spiked.

“it’s not about that.” he narrowed his eyes.

“then what’s it about? pierre, i swear to god, if you tell me i’m not like the other girls…” you rolled your eyes.

“i care about you.”

“yeah, me and every other girl that you look at for more than five seconds. listen, it’s fine, it’s done. i’m sure you’ll have no trouble replacing me.” you bit back, trying your hardest to resist melting into a puddle on the floor.

you walked away from him, rounding your desk so that there was a physical barrier in-between you, but clearly you had underestimated him, as he instantly followed. here we go again, you thought, willpower simply vanishing as he invaded your space and pushed you against the wall.

“silly girl, when will you learn? i don’t want to replace you.”

and then he was kissing you. he never just kissed you, there was always more to it, but he made no move to get you spread out on your desk for him. he kissed you slowly and passionately, meaningfully, as if he was trying to convince you of his words. when he pulled away, you were breathless, confused and perhaps even slightly lovestruck, your eyes soft and wide, lips parted as you caught your breath. he smiled. smiled. where was the all-knowing asshole smirk that he wore so beautifully? where was the pierre you knew?

“later, ma chérie.” he told you, fingers stroking your jaw one last time, before he was gone. the sun was going down and the race would be starting very soon. as per usual, he had more important places to be.

you were torn between being in total awe of the moment that had just passed and being furious with yourself. what the hell had just happened?he never spoke to you that way, never kissed you like that. but was that seriously all it took for him to worm his way back in? you let out a frustrated sigh and collapsed into your chair. you couldn’t win. he’d left you with the promise of later but what did that even really mean when it came to pierre?

my body does deceive me

just as did yours

though we're fighting different wars

in our ways

but there's no pleasure in resisting

so go ahead and kiss me

pierre was true to word. he did find you later. you were leaving the paddock, one of the last people at the track after what had been a stressful race, and were planning on just calling a taxi to take you back to your hotel, but lo and behold, he seemed to materialise before you. he offered you a ride, not without a suggestive wink, of course, and it seemed like a perfectly reasonable offer to take him up on.

twenty minutes later, you were on his mattress.

i take you back

yeah, i know it seems surprising when there’s lipstick still on the glass

“you think i don’t want you?” pierre mumbled against your collarbone between littering your skin with marks. you couldn’t exactly think straight with one of his hands creeping underneath your shirt and one of his legs slotted between yours, applying pressure to where you ached for him. your inability to answer his question made him laugh at you and the state you were in. you opened your mouth to try and respond but you were instantly stopped in your tracks as his lips moved over that spot on your neck that he knew so well, and his hand found the band of your bra, tantalisingly grazing your skin as he fiddled with the clasp.

he quickly undid the flimsy material, not even bothering to remove your shirt, just letting the lace hang across your chest. he trailed his hand across your ribs, leaving goosebumps in his wake. you arched into him, desperate to get impossibly closer, a gasp slipping from your lips. his lips travelled down your neck and made their way across your chest until he reached the top button of your blouse. the hand that wasn’t underneath your shirt moved to undo your buttons, one by one, open mouthed kisses placed on your cleavage as he exposed more of your flushed skin. soon enough, your blouse was on the floor, followed very quickly by the white lace of your bra, pierre barely making an attempt at appreciating the piece of lingerie that you knew he loved.

your eyes rolled back when he traced his tongue around your nipple, fingers teasing the other one. he was taking his time, slowly working his tongue across your chest until he had you squirming, chasing the friction you needed between your legs. his thigh was creating a delicious pressure but the ache you felt was growing stronger and stronger. he pulled away from your chest, staring down at you, glistening lips pulled into a devious smirk. his eyes moved slowly over your entire body until they were fixed upon where you were bucking your hips into his thigh.

“is that what you want, chérie?”

suddenly, the room spun for a second as he flipped you both over. he situated himself against the headboard, beckoning you towards him. you were so fucked out already that you obeyed immediately, moving to straddle his lap, only to be met with a tut.

“no. you’re going to sit that pretty little pussy on my thigh and you’re going to ride it until i consider letting you cum.”

you just nodded along, almost pathetically. you took your place on his jean clad thigh, skirt riding up as you did, the only thing left covering you being the skimpy white lace of your panties that matched the discarded bra. you began to roll your hips, tentatively at first, until he rolled his eyes impatiently, grabbing your hips and forcing you backwards and forwards. you let out a moan, feeling how soaked you were against the lace of your underwear. once again, his eyes were fixed upon where you moved against him, until he caught you staring at him. from that moment, he kept them firmly on yours.

his tongue slipped out of his mouth, swiping across his bottom lip as he shamelessly watched you get off, tugging it between his teeth. you were shaking, skin already glistening under the dim lighting, while you chased after your release. as good as it felt, it wasn’t quite enough, and you reached up to tweak your nipple, only basking in the relief for a second before you felt pierre slap your hand away, surging forwards to capture it in his mouth.

his sudden movement sent vibrations through your body, and the sensation of his teeth grazing across your chest had you shivering. his arms were wrapped around you now, aiding in your grinding and keeping you arched into him.

“pierre, please, fuck, i’m so close.”

“fucking hold it.”

“fuck, please.”

and then you were pressed into the mattress once again, dizzy from his sudden urge to change positions and flip you over. he held your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at him, you eyes wide, lip quivering from your ruined orgasm.

“i told you to hold it. are you questioning me, mon amour? hmm?”

“no, no, i’m sorry, sorry, pierre, please.” you weren’t even sure what you were saying, you just wanted him to touch you, and hoped that your needy whining would speed the process along.

he moved to unbutton his jeans, removing the fabric that was now covered in you. his boxers quickly ended up on the growing pile of clothes on his floor, and he was hovering over you once more. slowly, he spread you open for him, marvelling at the way you looked against the crisp white bed linen beneath you. he situated himself between your thighs, one of his calloused hands splaying across your hip, squeezing the soft skin, fingers skimming your waist if he dared to let them wander further. he slowly teased his fingertips across the lace detail of your panties, before frantically pulling them down your shaking legs, as if he couldn’t wait another second. the other hand dipped between your thighs, ghosting over where you were throbbing for him.

pierre teased two of his fingers through your folds, dipping them inside of you, reaching your clit with his thumb and rubbing lazy circles into it. you bucked your hips into his hand, expecting him to push you down further into the mattress, but your movements only seemed to spur him on, smirking down at you as he sped up his fingers. you were writhing, grinding helplessly onto his digits, balancing on the cusp of falling apart. he knew, perfectly well, that you were dangerously close once again, smirking sadistically as he slowly pulled his fingers away from your wetness, running his tongue across where you’d soaked him.

you whined desperately, body shaking as his touch left you once more. you were ready to do just about anything for your release, ready to get on your knees, or beg, or maybe even both, but he didn’t give you the chance.

“how bad do you want me?” you would never forget that damn smirk on his face.

“so bad, pierre, so fucking bad. please.” you were sure you’d said ‘please’ more times tonight than you had in your entire life.

“soaked for me. will you be good, chérie?” he stroked some stray hairs away from your face as he spoke, eyes locked on yours and nothing else, hypnotising you with those mesmerising shades of blue.

you realised in that moment that you were in way too fucking deep.

“i’ll be so good for you, so good.”

and then he was dragging himself through your folds, unable to stop himself from groaning at your wetness as it coated his cock. slowly, he pushed into you, stilling teasingly as he bottomed out. his weight rested against you deliciously, your legs climbing to wrap around his waist and time seemed to stop for a second. you stared up at him, completely at his mercy, and realised that this had to be the last time.

“so good to me, chérie.” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as your heart rate skyrocketed.

you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair to pull him down to you, lips messily clashing with his as the chain of his cold necklace trailed soothingly across your heated skin. he began to rock his hips against yours, slow, languid movements sending shockwaves through your entire body. it felt so good that you almost willed yourself to believe that your heart wouldn’t ache by about midday tomorrow. you detached your lips, fingers still tugging at his strands as his head fell into the crook of your neck, furthering his assault on the already sensitive skin.

he sped up his hips, fucking you into the mattress, covering your body with his, the contact that you shared overwhelming you in the best way. you just couldn’t ever escape him, no matter how hard you tried. his touch, smell, taste. the way he looked down at you when you were underneath him, whenever he let his smile steal the place of that tormenting smirk, the way you always felt his eyes upon you no matter the place or the person he’d chosen to replace your company with.

he moved relentlessly now, catapulting you to a long awaited release that made you scream, your back arch and your vision succumb to nothing by white.

as much as you would have loved to believe that it was real, you couldn’t ignore the fact that you were clearly nothing more to him than an insurance policy. you were the confirmation that in any situation, someones legs would be open for him at the end of a long, hard race weekend. so, after staring at the ceiling while he fell asleep and mustering every single shred of willpower you had, you slipped out of his bed, staring blankly at his favourite lingerie that rested carelessly in a heap on the carpet. you stared at it again, back in the safe confinement of your hotel room while you cried over nights that meant everything to you and absolutely nothing to him.

the full moon rising

but it’s me who makes myself mad

when pierre woke up in his bed, he reached out for you blindly, hit by the realisation that he was alone. and not just in the bed. every trace of you was gone. your phone wasn’t on the nightstand, your perfume didn’t linger in the air and there was no white lace decorating his bedroom floor. suddenly tortured by a confusing pang in his chest, right around where his heart sat, he couldn’t help but wonder if you ever felt like that when you woke up cold, without his arms around you.

as much as it frustrated him in the most beautiful of ways, there was not a person in the world that pierre wanted beside him more than he wanted you. the never-ending queue of people that he’d used to try and get you out of his head did absolutely nothing to ease the agony of longing for you.

you’d already ended things with him once, and his empty bed was a declaration that you’d done it again. pierre had to accept, once and for all, that all the nights you’d shared clearly meant nothing to you.

you know nothing would’ve needed deciding

had you just simply asked

part 2? perhaps.

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v-hope · 2 years

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for the tf!drabbles, how about someone commenting on how 🌺jk is missing out since he’s only ever had sex with y/n or something like that and he’s not having it? or whatever reaction you would like him to have of course. i love this couple so much!

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, smut (not really but still), sex talk, established relationship, slice of life, non-idol au

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i think it’s been a while since i got this ask but i couldn’t get this scenario out of my head now. idk if this is what you had in mind but the softness of this kind of atmosphere got me and i just went with it lol. i hope you enjoy!

With the credits of the movie you had decided to watch that lazy afternoon rolling and one last roll of your hips, making your boyfriend come undone just like you had done a minute ago, you let your forehead rest against his — heavy breathings mixing together and filling the rather hot bedroom as you felt his warm release fill you up.

Still catching his breath, Jeongguk pressed one last lingering kiss to your swollen mouth, enjoying the way you smiled against his pink lips and not finding it in him to stop himself from peppering wet kisses all the way down to your neck.

It was fair to say, lazy, needy, sloppy sex was at the top five of his favourite kind of sex to have with you. Especially when you were wearing nothing but a t-shirt of his over your underwear and rode him just the way he loved it.

“So that was a good movie, wasn’t it?” you breathily chuckled, feeling goosebumps on your skin when he pulled the collar of his t-shirt down enough for your shoulder to be exposed.

He laughed under his breath, pressing a couple of slow kisses to your naked skin. “Loved the second half of it the most”.

You found yourself giggling. Of course his favourite part had been the one you had been too busy making out to pay attention to.

You could only agree with him, though.

Placing two fingers under his chin and making him go back to your eye level, you pressed your mouth to his — tongues softly playing together as your fingers entangled in his by then messy hair and his hands dug once again under the thin fabric covering your body, soothingly caressing your hips while you got lost in each other’s touch.

“Let’s stay like this forever?” Jeongguk mumbled against your lips.

“I would love to,” you pouted, allowing him to kiss it away right after. “But this lazy Sunday in bed will have to do”.

Jeongguk sighed, watching you slump down on bed next to him and fix your underwear. He was quick to follow your actions, later placing the pillow against the headboard so he could rest his head on it and pull you to his chest.

“I miss being in college and skipping class to stay in bed together” he pouted this time, grabbing the remote next to him and looking for a new movie to watch.

“Those were the days” you remembered with a smile. “At least we get to live together now”.

He smiled wholeheartedly at that, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Living together. Hands down the highlight of being a responsible adult.

“And we don’t need to constantly hear Namjoon hyung’s complaints anym—oh, let’s watch Iron Man!”

Rolling your eyes in amusement at his weak ass attention span, you made yourself more comfortable on his chest — eyes fixed on the TV as the movie you had watched a million times by now started playing.

Nevertheless, right then, with Robert Downey Jr.’s voice being heard throughout the room and Guk’s fingers soothingly running up and down your arm, you couldn’t seem to focus on the film.

There was something a certain coworker of yours had said the other night while drinking together, and even though she knew nothing about you and your relationship with Jeongguk, you could not help but want to know if maybe, just maybe, she was right.

You had told yourself you wouldn’t ask him, that it was silly, but having him bring up your last two college years in which you would constantly disturb his roommate, made you want to know his answer all over again. Plus, asking him after having had sex seemed like the right timing. Or at least you hoped so.

“Bunny?” your unsure voice came out of your mouth before you could overthink the whole thing any further.

“Hm?” his eyes remained fixed on the TV in front.

“Can we talk?”

His chocolate eyes were suddenly fixed on yours, taking in your troubled expression. “You’re not breaking up with me right after having sex, are you?” his words earned a snort from you. “That would be humiliating”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you did so.

“Or is it because I finally got you tired of Iron Man?”

Amusedly shaking your head no, you leaned up to steal a small kiss from his lips. “You know I would never leave you”.

“I know,” he smiled, pressing his lips on yours one more time. “Otherwise I would already be crying”.

Rolling your eyes as a chuckle escaped your mouth, you pushed a messy strand of hair out of his face. “It’s more of a question, actually”.

“What is it?” he tilted his head.

“Do you ever…” you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on… experimenting?”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Experimenting?”

“Yeah, you know…” you mindlessly played with the fabric of his collar. “Like… sexually”.

“Sexually…” he monotonously repeated, in an attempt to understand where the hell you were trying to go with this.

“Yah, you know what I mean”.

“I don’t, petal…”

You bit down on your bottom lip. “I just, I mean…” a breathy sigh stopped you for a moment. “I was your first, and we’ve been together for nearly four years now and for the looks of it we’ll be together for the rest of our lives, so…”

“You’re making it sound like being in a stable relationship is something bad…”

“It’s not!” you rushed to say, tightly grabbing his hand. “I love you and our relationship so much, you know that. I’m just saying that you’ve only ever been with me, so maybe, I don’t know…” your voice trembled. “Don’t you ever wonder what sex would feel like with someone other than me?”

To say Jeongguk looked petrified was an understatement. Not only that, but the look on his eyes told you he was also completely mad.

There was no way you had come up with that yourself.

The way your eyes had avoided his and your voice broke as you mentioned the idea of him being involved with someone else, were enough to tell him just how much that mere thought hurt you. And he hated that you would ever for just a second wonder if he would like to be with someone else, when he had made it clear for years —even before the two of you got together— that you were the only one for him.

“Where is this all coming from?”

You shrugged, still not daring to meet his eyes.

“Petal?” he pushed it.

“Sanghee is my best friend at work, right?” you began to explain, and he nodded. “And best friends talk about stuff. Boy stuff. In my case, Guk stuff” your cheeks were burning at your own words. “So she knows I was your first and all that, and she drunkenly slipped up the other night at dinner with our coworkers while we were talking to the new intern, and she said that she felt sorry for you because you would only ever be with me, like, one person, and never get to experience with more than one partner and—”

“And why did she think it was okay to comment on our sexual life?” his voice had suddenly turned stern.

He was mad, mad.

“We were all kinda tipsy…”

“I don’t care,” he shook his head. “She doesn’t know me or our relationship, and the fact that her words actually made you feel insecure just proves that she should’ve kept her mouth shut”.

Fuck, the nerve of that woman. She obviously didn’t know him, otherwise she would know by now how head over heels he was for you. How bad he wanted you and only you.

You knew that very well, too. Or at least you used to. The way you remained quiet right then, gently playing with his fingers, however, made him second guess that.

“Do I take that as you don’t feel like you’re missing out?”

“Missing out on what?” Jeongguk scoffed. “Seriously, Y/N, why would I want to have meaningless, boring one night stands with strangers, when I can have sex every single night with the woman I love and try out every ridiculous kink and position I want with her?”

“Yah…” you shyly called him out, pulling away from his chest and hiding your face in your pillow instead.

He laughed lightly, all madness from seconds ago fading away at the sight of you, and leaning down to plant a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. “Am I wrong, though?”

“You make it sound like I’m some kind of sex freak” your voice came out muffled against the fabric.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he giggled, causing you to laugh along when his forehead rested on the spot he had just kissed. “But you let me try everything I was and still am curious about”.

A light laugh escaped your throat, fixing your face on the pillow so you could look at him. “I guess I am a pretty cool girlfriend, huh?”

He laughed under his breath, resting his face next to yours and softly pecking your mouth. “Only the best”.

“To be fair, you’ve been very open about letting me try new things out, too” you sheepishly pointed out.

“That’s what couples are for, isn’t it?” he ran a hand through your hair. “We’re supposed to grow and discover ourselves together”.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” you hummed, scooting closer to him.

“I think the lucky one was me,” he smiled. “Honestly, petal, I don’t even think about sex as a concept anymore. I often find myself wondering whether this is normal or I just am a bit obsessed with you, but whenever I’m horny I just think ‘fuck, I want to do this to Y/N’ or ‘fuck, I want Y/N to do this to me’ and so on”.

You chuckled, not being able to keep your heart from fluttering. “Was the addition of the word ‘fuck’ in those sentences necessary?”

“Absolutely,” Jeongguk nodded, earning an amused roll of eyes from you before his eyes turned soft and his thumb caressed your cheek. “I love sex as long as it is with the person I’m in love with, and that’s you. Otherwise I just don’t mind it, there’s a reason I was a virgin up until our third year of college when I got together with you” his voice turned into a breathy laugh. “So all that ‘experimenting’ bullshit… I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. If anything, I already found what most people spend their whole lives looking for. I’ve had all the experiences I wanted so far already, with you”.

“You have?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he nodded, pulling you towards him so you would lie on his chest. “How else would I know I’m not into the whole ‘daddy’ kink? Or role playing as a whole?”

“Or degradation” you added with a teasing smile — the way he would say sorry over and over after having called you a needy slut a good while ago, still burned in the back of your mind.

Jeongguk threw you a glare. “We don’t talk about that”.

Tilting your head back, you couldn’t help the loud laugh that had just escaped your throat before your eyes were back on him and your hand cupped his face. “I love you so much, you know that?” you pressed your lips to the tip of his nose. “But you have to admit it was a bit funny”.

“It was not” he whined, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “But I’m happy that it was you I got to try all those things out with. And fail miserably while at it”.

“I’m glad you think so, because I love our sexual life just the way it is”.

“You don’t feel like you’re missing out either?” it was his turn to ask.

“Why would I?” your eyebrows furrowed. “My man knows my body and needs like the back of his hand, I wouldn’t change that to go have lame one night stands with guys whose names I wouldn’t even bother remembering”.

“That’s harsh,” he teased, not even trying to hide the smug smile your words had just earned from him.

“Is it?” you played dumb, faintly tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. “The only name worth remembering is yours”.

“Good,” Jeongguk nuzzled your neck. “Because it’s the only name you’re allowed to moan”.

Letting out a chuckle, you made him tilt his head back enough for your mouth to be able to brush on his. “There is no other name I would rather say”.

Jeongguk smiled blissfully, wasting no time in closing the space between your mouths and trapping your bottom lip in between his soft ones.

“I love you,” he rasped in between slow kisses. “Want you and only you. So you tell that new coworker of yours that we are happy as hell and I do not need to experience anything outside of what I get to do with you”.

You chuckled. “Okay…”

“No, you know what?” his sudden outburst had you cocking an eyebrow. “Don’t tell her shit, I’m making sure you know it”.

Before you could even process his words, he had turned the two of you around so your back was lying on the mattress — his knee coming in between your legs to spread them open and lie down in between them.

Just like that, his mouth was back on yours and his hand was roaming around your naked body underneath his t-shirt.

“So we’re not watching Iron Man either?” you teased him, comfortably wrapping your arms around his neck.

He hushed you with a kiss. “I’ve got something way more important to do right now, petal”.

Or, well, someone more important to do. But it worked both ways.

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ariesluvz · 2 years

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♡ Group 1 ♡

#Who Is This Person?

Someone who seem very untouchable. Probably your soulmate. They seem unreal and probably too good to be true. But you have a fate written together! This person will help you to be a better version of yourself. They make you smile. They want to be your light. For some of you this is an imaginary person who has lived or is living in another dimension. This person do exist. They are your soulmate. They help you to navigate through alot of things. They protect you from alot of bad incidents.

# Your Relationship Dynamic

They are like your protector. You might whine to them alot but they know what is the best for you! Very sweet and protected feelings. I feel their presence around me. (I'm scared lol). Somewhat bittersweet relationship which always comes to "no matter what I love them!". I'll be honest, you both help each other. Some of you might have had darker days but you thought of each other and tried to be better. This is LOVE. You both love each other. Romantic connection. If anyone believes in past life then this is a past life relationship. But I believe it's an relationship between 2 souls. You connect through your mind and that's amazing!!!

# Will You Be Together?

You are together. You think about each other all the time! They follow you all around and always!!! They sometimes control your mind even ;) this is what i call a divine companion ✨

# Do You Know Them?

Yes of course! I do not think this will resonate with everyone cuz this group is very specific but if it did with you then I'm sure you know them cuz you are thinking about them just now too lol.

♡ Group 2 ♡

# Who Is This Person?

This is nostalgic. Maybe your long time crush. This person loves music or maybe even pursue it. Maybe you tried to confess a few times to them also lol.

# Your Relationship Dynamic

You might get shy around them or haven't been involved with them alot. I get teenage crush vibe. Since it is prominent, you might even call them your "first love". Very soft and musical feeling. I can't asure you if this person also feels the same but you will never know properly. This will always be an unsolved and misty chapter of your life.

# Will You Be Together?

Nope. You will not. Situations will prevent you from coming together. They will never fade away from your life but you will not be in a relationship with them. You probably cannot even sort out what exactly you feel for them. You might think that it isn't big of a matter so you won't run after them.

# Do You Know Them?

Yeah of course lol.

♡ Group 3 ♡

# Who Is This Person?

The love of your life :) very direct message. Someone you love dearly. Who you love and thank everyday for being by your side. Giving you love and warmth. Awwww 🥺 you know who is this bby!

# Relationship Dynamic

Romantic. Hmmm 🤔 they can be your spouse or long term partner for now. They brought a new vibe and feeling into your life. You might have a very fun life together ❤. You guys surely live together and know alot about each other and have experienced alot with each other but you still feel like this person is a new person everyday! They might be an energy ball in your life. They might have saved you from something. This relationship dynamic goes vice versa for you and them <3

# will you be together?

Simple, you are together ;-; or in the future you will be!

# Do you know them?

Haha :") no surprise but yes!

♡Group 4♡

# Who Is This Person?

This person might be very important to you. Like you treasure them lol. Your destiny or fate. This is also the dreamy group but in your case, this dream will come true. Your ideal person who exists in this 3d. You are manifesting them. They are the one you dream about while awake. Yep, your fairy tail ending. Ok so now it's giving me vibes that most of you who chose this group, believe in marriage and destiny alot. So they are kind of your dream person.

# Your Relationship Dynamic

Directions are unclear here lololol. Nah I mean it. Like this group seems to have a dream life with this person. (Why is it only my pacs with unclear words always?! 💀) okk but I'm a medium and thus I'll inform you whatever I feel, you will have to or will automatically manifest this life. Automatically unless you have any doubts regarding to this.

# Will You Be Together?

Your relationship will have a bit of difficulties in the beginning but they are the love of your life and you will get back to them. Especially if you are prone to doubting yourself alot,,, you will think of yourself unworthy of it. You have to be open to love and first of all trust yourself so you come together with this person without much difficulties.

# Do You Know Them?

As of now,,nope. You don't know them. They are just an dream guy or ideal type in your mind.

(Thank you for reading 🧋)

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biisexualemma · 2 years

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lose her. frank castle

word count: 3.3

warnings: b!ombs, blood, injury in some detail (broken bones / wounds etc.) and some serious angst / hurt shit

requested: 'Could you do frank/reader where reader gets shot and frank goes full protective/worried that he's going to lose someone else?? :)'

plot: you get badly injured and frank thinks he's going to lose you

a/n: i am so sorry for the level of angst and emotion i put into this imagine, i genuinely need some form of therapy after writing this i loved every second at the same time it ripped my heart out. anyway, on that note, hope you like it. i didn't 100% follow the request but it's pretty similar! i might write a part two if i feel so inclined lol

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you had left the flowers out for him but you'd had no contact. you were beginning to think that something could be seriously wrong with him, and you had no way of knowing where he was or in what kind of state he was in. you chewed your fingers as you sat at your desk, eyes trained on the email sitting on your screen in front of you but really you hadn't read a single word. your eyebrows softly furrowed together as you sat so deep and lost in thought you hadn't noticed foggy leave his office and enter yours.

"any luck?" he held the file containing the case details in hand, eyes not leaving the sheets of paper at first as he scanned the dates on the page for any discrepancies. "y/n?" he lifted his head, eyes trailing upwards when he heard no response. he tilted his head slightly, he looked you up and down. you were completely unaware of his presence despite him being only a few feet away. "hey," he stepped closer, snapping his fingers a couple times to catch your attention.

your head snapped in foggy's direction, eyebrows unknitting and a vacant, lost expression fogging over your wide eyes. "oh hey, fog," you muttered quietly, clearing your throat and straightening your back. "what's up?"

his eyebrows twitched into a small frown. "just checking how you're getting on with the march files," your lips parted forming a small 'o', feeling caught out as you glanced down at the unopened folder sitting in front of you on your desk. "i'm having no luck with april."

"i--uh--sorry, i haven't-- i haven't looked at them yet," you scrambled around on your desk, scooping up the relevant files and gathering them together. "i'm-- uh-- i'm just in my head a bit. i think i'm gonna take a quick break," your palm pressed against your forehead, trying to ease the headache you had forming. "go for a walk or something."

foggy's frown deepened as he watched you collect the folders on your desk and clutch them in your arms, pressed against your chest in a tight hug. you ran your hand through your hair, grabbing your bag and your phone. "sure," foggy nodded, trying not to read too much into this. you'd be working just as long hours as he had on this case trying to figure out how best to present it in court next week. he figured the least you deserved was a break to clear your head. he just hoped that's all it was. his eyes trailed after you as you moved around the office collecting various items and shoving them into your bag.

"i'll try not to be too long," you mumbled as you moved around your desk and towards the door. "thanks foggy," you nudged his arm as you walked past him, closing the door behind you before he could even get a word in.

"see you later i guess," he mumbled to himself after you left. everyone seemed to be awol lately.

you sat in your apartment, eyes trained on the white roses sitting on your windowsill, willing them to be seen. your coffee cup locked between your fingers had grown cold, half drunk since you had lost your focus on anything besides those flowers a while ago.

you let out a sigh that you hadn't realised you'd been holding, setting your cup down on the coffee table and running your fingers through your hair (which was growing increasingly messy from your nervous habit). you had been convinced he always had eyes on those flowers, he always made sure to contact you pretty quickly after you presented them.

you had no address, no phone number, nothing of use. you felt at a loss. you really needed that walk to clear your head now, sitting at home thinking about every possible worse scenario was not helping at all. decisively you grabbed your phone and dialled the only number you could think of to help you with your predicament.

"hey what's up?" karen's voice rang through the other end of the line. "foggy told me you took off from work early?" her voice was laced with concern.

you nodded softly though she couldn't see you. "yeah-- no i'm fine, i'm alright. i just-- karen i need your help with something," you chewed on your bottom lip, hesitating. select few people knew that frank was still alive. you didn't want to risk him being found out, but you were getting pretty desperate.

"anything," she didn't hesitate. "just name it."

"i need you to help me find someone."

"who?" her interest and curiosity had peaked, you could tell by the change in her tone. you assumed she thought this was related to the case you and foggy were working on, because why would she think otherwise?

you shook your head. you trusted karen with your life, but you couldn't do this over the phone. "i think it'd be better if we met face to face."

she hummed in agreement. "the office here at the paper is pretty empty," she suggested. "and i have my own office now, so plenty of privacy, and resources?"

you mulled it over for a moment, though you didn't really have any other choice. "i'll be there as soon as i can."

"you spoken to matt at all?" you quizzed, eyebrows knitted together as you flicked through some of the files sitting on karen's desk. you were making small talk. matt was probably the last person you really wanted to know anything about right now. as much as you loved that man, some things just took priority in your head. and right now, the only thing you could focus on was frank.

karen glanced up from her computer, eyebrows knitted together tightly. "hm?" she looked over at you, her piercing blue eyes were clouded with confusion. probably the same look you had given foggy earlier.

"i asked if you've you spoken to matt," you repeated, propping yourself up on the end of her desk as she continued to dig through her files.

"oh-- uh, no," she shook her head, but she wasn't really listening too well, something had caught her attention. you leaned backwards, peering over the desk so you could see her computer screen. she glanced at you out of the corner of her eyes, narrowing them before she spoke again. "you wanna' tell me why we're looking for frank castle again?"

"oh-- uh, no?" you shrugged. "just need you to trust me on this one," she scoffed, she'd heard that from you one too many times. she tightened her jaw and moved her eyes back to the screen when something popped up and dragged her attention away from you.

"what?" you asked, glancing between her face and the screen in front of her. what was she seeing that you were clearly missing? "what is it?"

"look," she mumbled, leaning back in her seat and covering her mouth with her hand. she turned the screen of her computer to face you entirely, she clicked on the email attachment and up popped a video.

"shit," you cursed under your breath. bombs, three separate ones had all hit central parts of the city. now you really needed to know where frank was. "when was this?"

"uh— i—" she inspected the screen, eyes squinted. "'bout an hour a go i think?"

shit.

as if your thoughts were being monitored, the burner phone you'd be gripping tightly in your palm all day, began to vibrate. you jolted, your nerves were shaken after everything, but still you were quick to flip the phone open. unknown number.

"is that him?" karen gave you a weary, disapproving look that she really had down after all the years of knowing you.

you just nodded, ignoring her pleading eyes and turning away from her as you hit the button to answer.

"hey," your heart was beating out of your chest, hands clammy and unsteady from all the anxiety that had built up throughout the day. you let out a shaky breath you didn't realise you'd been holding till you heard his gravely voice through the phone. "are you safe?"

you nodded at first, but realising he couldn't see you. "yeah," you ran your fingers through your hair. "where the hell have you been?" you shot at him, your voice coming out weaker than you intended it to sound.

you heard him sigh into the phone. "i've been handling somethin'," you shook your head, eyebrows knitting together. "what's with the flowers?"

"shit, frank," you cursed under your breath. "you could've just sent me a text so i knew you were ok."

"i told you i was—"

"it's been hours—" you cut him off, losing your cool for a second. all that anxiety was still coursing through you, making you jittery and unstable. "i thought something had— and then this shit with the bombs— i just— you could've given me something."

he was quiet for a minute, absorbing your words and their meaning. "m'sorry," he mumbled, a soft grunt echoing through the phone. "'didn't mean to make you worry."

"it's— i'm not—" you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath and releasing it seconds later. "i just need to talk to you."

he was quiet again, you thought maybe he'd hung up for a split second until he spoke. "meet me at the usual spot, in an hour," you nodded though he couldn't see you. you let out a soft sigh of relief. you just needed to see him in the flesh, reassure your busy mind. "be careful."

"i'll try to be," you turned to see karen holding a brown package, her eyebrows knitted together. you heard frank mumble something about doing more than just trying through the phone, but you're attention was elsewhere.

in fairness, you really did try to be careful, but bad things had a way of just happening to you.

"karen," you mumbled, letting the phone slip from your ear, franks voice drifting away as you took a cautious step closer to her. "what is—?"

you were cut off when karen's eyes widened. "y/n— get down—!" she threw the parcel away from the both of you, just as it burst open and exploded.

you were thrown backwards, your head slamming into something hard and you were out.

you woke up after a while, you felt two hands either side of your body, violently shaking you. your eyes rolled as you opened them up, only for them to be clouded by black smoke and a heavy fog of dust. your ears were filled with a loud ringing noise, and you couldn't hear much else. you felt deprived of your senses, making you all the more confused. your eyebrows furrowed, slowly you came to realise what had happened. you hurled onto your side, trying to push yourself up off the ground but you couldn't. your arms seemed to give up on you, your head spinning as you moved around.

your head felt like it'd been cracked open, pain shooting down from the crown of your skull to the nape of your neck. you let out a gargled groan, your hand reaching out to find the body next to yours. you felt a hand latch onto yours and through the thick fog you saw the strawberry blonde with a bloodied face and a tight grip.

you saw her mouth moving but all you heard was an ear splitting, incessant ringing. karen motioned to her ears, you shook your head mimicking her movements, understanding now that she was experiencing what you were. she looked bad, her forehead was split and bleeding heavily, her clothes torn and hands bloodied. you wondered just how bad you must look.

you tried to use your free hand to push yourself up off the ground but karen was quick to push you back down. you read her lips that mouthed stay, but you couldn't figure out why. you shook your head, trying to move again and insist that you were fine. this wasn't a safe place to stay, surely she must realise that. but she persisted. her eyes were glossy and you couldn't see why.

she was speaking again but this time you couldn't figure it out. the ringing was starting to dull and become less piercing, you could make out odd words but not enough to string a sentence together.

you frowned, moving your hand to your side when you felt a sharp pain shoot up through your ribs. you pressed lightly against your rib cage, feeling for any broken bones, of which you found a few. realising now you were pretty badly injured and couldn't feel the extent of those injuries yet, you began to search for more.

your fingers found your face, only to find blood and dirt covering the right side, you couldn't find a source though. you moved down, to your shoulders and to your chest where you found your collarbone sitting in an usual position. you gulped and moved down hovering over the broken ribs and to your leg, when your head shot up. eyes widened as you saw the large piece of shrapnel sticking out of your left thigh. your breathing began to grow uneven, your eyes filling with pure fear for the first time since the bomb had gone off.

karen had tightly tied her belt around your upper thigh to stop the blood loss but you were sitting in a pool of red. as your breathing grew heavier, it grew more strained, the tightness in your chest growing more and more.

a metallic taste lined your lips as they quivered, your eyes moving back to karen who was desperately trying to reassure you whilst coping with her own pain. you felt hot tears brim your eyes, your lashes soaking them up and making it harder to see. pain was washing through your entire body faster and more intense every second you became more aware.

"...ok... y/n..." karen's voice faded in an out amongst the ringing. "... soon... just stay... don't worry..." she bit down on her bottom lip, her hand gripping your shoulder tightly. you reached for her hand again and gripped it tighter than before, shaking your head weakly. this was bad, you both knew it. "s'ok..." she muttered weakly, squeezing your hand with her own bloodied one.

that was when you saw him appear behind you. upside down from your position on the floor. your frown deepened, eyes tightening with relief causing the tears to slip out when you finally saw his face, though it was bloodied and bruised. "frank," your bloodied lips called out desperately as he met you on the floor. his hand cradled either side of your head, your blood transferring onto his fingertips, his face hovering over you upside down with watery brown eyes and deep breaths fanning your cheeks. he was careful not to move you.

"baby," he muttered shakily and softly, the ringing like a background noise now. his gravely voice taking centre stage, the only thing you could focus on to avoid thinking about the pain. "alright— alright," he was assessing the damage, eyes moving over your body. your left leg impaled and sitting at an unnatural angle was clearly broken, jagged breathing meant broken ribs, superficial cuts littered the uncovered skin of your arms and face but nothing too deep, your pupils were dilated meaning the blood soaking your hair and half your face was probably more serious than first thought. "fuck, alright."

"m'alright," you mumbled almost incoherently. "'m'fine" he was baffled at your trying to reassure him when it should be the other way around. he couldn't lose you, he couldn't go through this again. he desperately tried to suppress the visions of this wife and kids clouding his mind, trying to focus only on you in front of him, breathing and alive.

not again. not again. he repeated to himself endlessly on a loop. evening muttering it aloud to himself to keep himself sane. he couldn't help you, or anyone, if he let his trauma sweep him up. you were depending on him with these big, wet, wide eyes full of fear.

his hands shook, his trigger finger twitching wildly as his hands cupped your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "damn straight," his voice shaking as he mumbled against your skin. "not gonna let you go that easy," he tried to ease the tension. he sniffled, wiping under his nose with the back of his hand. his heart tightened in his chest when your lips stretched into a toothy smile, blood stained your teeth. your eyebrows knitted in pain despite the smile on your face.

"frank," karen muttered from beside him, catching his attention for only a second. "the paramedics are gonna be here any minute," she warned. "you can't be here."

"like hell i'm leaving her here like this," he spat through gritted teeth. karen frowned, watching as he held you with caution and care, but it didn't change anything. he was still very much a wanted man, for some pretty terrible things, whether he did them or not. he couldn't be here at the scene of another bombing when they were accusing him of the last three incidents.

"frank— they'll arrest you— they already suspect—"

"no," he raised his voice, karen jolting away from him. he was well aware of what the police and the news were accusing him of. but he couldn't leave you like this. he couldn't abandon you. he physically couldn't. "sweetheart, m'not going anywhere without you," he mumbled only to you, his jaw tightened, biting down on the inside of his cheek. he was going to put a bullet in the head of that lewis kid. his only regret being he hadn't done it sooner.

"she's right," you mumbled quietly. "frank, you know she's— she's right."

he shook his head, eyes hot with tears. "i can't," he took a deep breath, hollowing his cheeks out as he did, glancing away from your bloodied face for a split second. "just look at you— i mean— i—i just need to make sure they take care of ya'— i can't—"

straining yourself you lifted your arm up over your head, ignoring his pleas for you to stay still. "frank, stop," you shook your head weakly. damp eyelashes fluttered against your pink cheeks as you softly shushed him until his spiralling came to a halt. your hand reached up, latching onto the nape of his neck and pulling him down so his forehead rested against yours. you squeezed the back of his neck, pushing your forehead up against his in an effort to calm the both of you down. you felt him release a deep breath, followed by yours shortly after. his hand moved your shoulder where he squeezed gently.

"karen's gonna look after me, alright? she ever let you down before?" you spoke after a moments silence. you heard sirens in the distance growing nearer. he shook his head gently, still pressed against yours. "right, so go," he made to argue with you but you cut him off. "she's tough as shit 'n' so am i, what're you worried about?" you were scared shitless and he knew this. he squeezed your shoulder, nuzzling his forehead against yours once more before retracting. your comforting hand still rested on the nape of his neck, slipping away as he pulled back.

you were a sight. a sight frank never wanted to see you in again for as long as you lived. but i guess that was the kind of pain and suffering that frank knew he brought to the lives of those he cared about. maybe it was time for a change if it meant keeping you safe.

"go," you insisted again, eyes pleading with his big, soft as shit, brown eyes that were glued on you. you practically had to push him away when the sirens closed in around the building. "m'serious frank, get outta' here, now."

he had to tear himself away from your watery eyes and force himself down the hall, as far away from you as he could get and without getting caught.

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 3 years

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When You Sleep Together

Dream SMP x Reader

I've got some wholesome moments for you guys because y'all deserve to be loved :) sorry if some of these are cheesy

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💭💚Dream💚💭

Rubbing his eyes sleepily as he stared at the chat of his stream, Clay sighed quietly to himself. He was longing for the sweet embrace of his comfy bed-sheets. As much as he loved his chat, he loved you and his bed more.

Blinking away the sleep, he shook his head to wake himself up. When he stopped himself from falling into his sleep-zombie stupor, he began to speak energetically to the stream once again.

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of his door opening made him stop. When he saw you peeking your head into his room, he muted his mic." Everything okay?" He asked, concern swirling in his deep-green eyes.

Your eyes narrowed a little from the brightness of his monitor," You're... still streaming?" You muttered tiredly, running a hand through your messy hair," It's 4 am... You need to come to bed before you die." You stated bluntly.

Chuckling lightly, Clay smiled at you," That's a bit of an exaggeration, dont ya think?" He grinned out before turning to his monitor," I just need to finish this building first and then I'll come to bed." He reassured.

Pouting at him, you walked over to him in his gaming chair. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and leaned your head in the crook of his neck. He stiffened up for a second but leaned into your touch, which told you just how tired he really was.

You brought your lips close to his ear," The bed's lonely without you..." You tried your best to sound cute before giving into your sluggish thoughts," and it's lowkey freezing without you next to me. You don't want me to die of hypothermia, right?"

Wheezing a little, he shook his head," Alright, alright. You've convinced me."

"Epic victory royale for me."

"Never say that again."

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🖤🔥Sapnap🔥🖤

Groaning in defeat, you closed your laptop after saving your assignment in frustration. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glanced at your phone and turned it on to check the time.

2:30 a.m

"Oh f-" you already knew you were gonna get shit from Nick as soon as you stepped foot into your shared bedroom.

Quickly packing your college material away, you raced upstairs quickly and made a bee-line to your bedroom. You opened the door quietly, smirking slightly when you heard the light snores coming from your boyfriend.

He was hugging a pillow close to himself, wrapped snugly within the comfy blankets. He looked like he was in heaven.

If anything, that only made you more tired.

You tiptoe to the bed and slowly crawled into the bed, trying your best to stop the groan of satisfaction from escaping your lips as soon as the blankets consumed you. You stared at Nick's peaceful face for a second before scooting closer to him for more heat.

The pillow beneath your head was so fluffy and comfortable that you were almost instantly consumed in dream-land, not before Nick stopped you.

"Did your bitchass finally give up on that dumb assignment." He muttered tiredly, replacing the pillow he was cuddling with you.

"I have to finish it tomorrow, dumbass..." You grunted out, your eyebrow slanting downwards slightly.

"Nah, fuck you. You're staying in bed with me tomorrow." He denied your statement instantly, pulling you ever closer.

"You make a good argument, I retract my statement..."

"Good."

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💤💙GeorgeNotFound💙💤

"Fuck yea-" You stopped your celebrating quickly as soon as you remembered that your boyfriend was literally sleeping behind you.

You had been editing a video all night, and despite his begging and whining, you just wouldnt go to bed with George. So he decided that he'd stay with you in the living room, refusing to go to bed without you.

You had protested against that, claiming that he needed his beauty sleep, which he had taken great offense to. So he sat behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head in the crook of your neck, whining that he wasnt going to move until you came to bed with him.

You took this as a challenge," Aight bet." And continued to edit whilst your boyfriend was hugging you from behind.

About 10 minutes into editing, you heard George's familiar snores. You knew that he'd fall asleep quick anyways, sleeping is sort of his thing.

But now, you'd finally finished your editing and want to actually go to bed. Sighing at this dilemma and obvious karma, you closed your laptop after sending the video to Dream.

You leaned into George's heat, making him stir a little." George..." you whispered to him.

There was a lazy hum in response.

"Let's go to bed..." You muttered to him.

"....You lost that opportunity about 2 hours ago." He replied back stubbornly," It's expired."

"Oh, come on." You groaned out," If I stay in bed with you tomorrow as well, will you let us go to bed?"

He was silent.

"... Deal."

"Great, let's go, let's go."

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🎶💛Wilbur Soot💛🎶

"Alright, bed time. C'mon." Wilbur spoke up suddenly, making you jump from your place at your monitor.

"Wait wha-" You were interrupted as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you close to him. Your back pressed into his chest as he got you to stand up from your desk." Will, what are you-?"

"You've been editing all day. I need attention and affection." He muttered, a pout on his lips." So can we got to sleep please?" He sent you a slight grin.

"Will, this'll only take a couple of minutes." You sighed out with furrowed eyebrows.

His grin dropped," You said that an hour ago."

Your eyes widened at his words," I did?"

"You did."

"Shit." You rubbed your eyes, letting out another sigh," Jeez, I'm sorry Will... I'm an asshole." You muttered.

"Hmm.... hmmmmm thinking.... You could come to bed to sleep with me to make up for being an asshole?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully," you're not supposed to agree."

Laughing slightly, he wrapped his arms around you tighter," in all seriousness.... As sleepdeprived as I am, I don't want you following in my footsteps. So can we go to bed, please? I really need you in my arms right now."

You were taken aback by his confession but you could only give into his charms after he sent you a soft-eyed smile." Oh, alright."

"Thank fuck. Jesus, please never make me wait as long as you did tonight again."

"Noted."

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⭐👑Eret👑⭐

"Can we go to bed now?" You whined as Eret finally finished streaming." Jeez, it's like you love your chat more than me."

Eret laughed deeply at your words and shook their head," You know that's not trueee~" he sang out cutely." You have my heart, [Y/N], don't worry."

You couldn't stop the stop the soft smile from replacing your pout, your eyes softening at her." Aww.... Ali, you're so sweet to me... and you're super cheesy." You awed out, finding their response to be genuinely adorable.

" Ali? Sheesh, and you call me cheesy. Look in the mirror, love." He teased, finally turning his monitor off and making their way over to you. She towered over you, you've always compared them to a big friendly giant who loves to cuddle.

Sending her a teasing grin and a suggestive eyebrow raise, you spread your arms open for him to hug you," Bed time?"

They grinned slightly and wrapped their arms around you securely, squeezing you tightly against his chest in a loving hug." Bed time..."

"Finally."

"Were you really waiting that long?" She teased, getting your messy head of [H/C] hair." Aww, if I had known that, I would've ended earlier."

You hit him playfully," You suck, loser."

"Love you too, dear."

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(This one's a bit long lol.)

👑🐷Technoblade🐷👑

You let out a another yawn as you shivered lightly in the cold of the snowy area you and Techno lived in.

Your boyfriend had gone to the nether a couple of hours ago to collect wither skulls for 'decoration' but you already knew what he was scheming inside that chaotic head of his.

You've been waiting for about 5 hours in the freezing cold. Of course you've made yourself useful around the house, tending to the farm and gathering more materials overall.

Tommy helped here and there, but he was mostly gathering materials for himself.

Now you were beginning to worry for your boyfriend, he's been gone for so long.

So you decided to sit at the doorstep, a blanket wrapped around yourself and a hot cup of cocoa, refusing to fall asleep until you found out that Techno was okay.

Tommy had sat with you for an hour or so before he retired to his bed, stating," Techno's being a bitch. Not worth the time waiting for him." And then he left.

You had laughed at the teen's grumpiness towards Techno, but you didnt agree with him.

Techno was worth waiting for.

He always will be.

Taking another sip from your cocoa, you leaned your head against the door, blinking so that you're eyes wouldnt close due to fatigue and tiredness.

The steaming hot cocoa in your hands reminded you of the warm bed you share with Techno. How the fire would crackle and the smell of burning wood and berries filled the home. The blankets were huge and warm and would just consume you and Techno. How he stays up at night to read some history book and tell you about greek mythology.

"Fuck I miss him..." You muttered, your teeth chattering whic prompted you to wrap your blankets closer around you.

"Miss who?"

You jumped at the familiar voice, making you drop your hot cocoa. You looked up at the owner and your lip twitched a little," You're an asshole."

Techno raised an eyebrow down at you, taking off his pig mask to talk to you properly." HEH? What have I done??" He mumbled, silently outraged.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting here?? 5 hours, Techno!! I'm surprised I havent gotten hypothermia yet!" You exclaimed, standing from your spot on the doorstep," You even made me spill my cocoa!!"

Pouting like a child, your boyfriend narrowed his red eyes at you," How is the fact you spilled your cocoa my fault?"

You gave him a,' bitch, really?' Look and it made him reconsider his words.

"Oh wait a minute, I guess that is kinda my fault, huh? Ehhhh, its fiiiiine." He waved a hand dismissively and walked passed you to get into the house, throwing his red Cape off and then placing his items into a chest." So... you missed me, eh? I mean... I would too if I were you but... y'know."

You knew he was fishing for affection or gratitude, but you knew better than that. You were still angry at him.

"Wow, quite the ego on you." You rolled your eyes," and who said it was you that I was missing?"

Techno didnt look at you, he continued placing his items in his chest," Well.... who else would you miss?" He questioned carefully.

"Phil."

He turned to you, staring before shrugging," Yeah, that's pretty valid. I miss him too."

You groaned at his stubborn nature and sat down in a chair, rubbing your temples," You're such a pain." You muttered.

Techno froze at your words, finally sensing your distress. When he had finished putting his items away, he turned to your brooding form, a light frown upon his face. He walked over to you and gulped, his eyebrows furrowing with frustration. He really really wasnt one for comforting others, hes always found it hard to do so. That's what social anxiety does to you.

He placed a hand on your head, petting it lightly and awkwardly." Look.... I'm sorry."

You froze at his words and slowly looked up at him, an expectant look upon your face.

Techno took his hand from your head, prompting to cross his arms instead," I know that you were worried, I shouldve taken that into consideration. But ya need to understand that I'm strong, [Y/N]. You dont need to worry for my safety at all, I can handle myself."

You frowned a little before sighing," You know I worry because I love you." You stated simply, looking down at your shoes.

The male's cheeks heated up a little and he nodded," 'course..." he grumbled bashfully.

Lips twitching into a slight smile, you stood from your chair and grabbed both of his hands gently, intertwining his fingers with yours." Well... I'm glad you're safe... I missed you a lot."

Techno's face only reddened even further as he completely avoided eye contact with you, his palms growing sweaty but refusing to let go of your smaller and softer hands." U-uh... wanna know another reason why you shouldnt worry about me dyin'?" He's trying his best to hide the fact he was embarrassed.

You grinned slightly and leaned a little closer to him," Yeah. Tell me."

He looked deeply into your eyes, his face still flushed. He leaned a little closer to your face, his ruby-red eyes swirling with an emotion you couldnt quite put your finger on.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips as he began to speak, his hot breath hitting your own lips.

"Because Technoblade never dies."

You pulled yourself from him instantly," You just ruined the romantic moment. AGAIN." You stated simply.

He huffed out a laugh at your exclaim," Aww c'mon it was funny! Please tell me I'm funny--"

"You're not funny. I'm going to bed, bye." You then walked away from him, Techno trailed behind you with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

"You know I still have 3 canon lives left as well, right?"

"I am now choosing to no longer understand english." You replied simply.

"Ok, nerd."

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🐏🖤Jschlatt🖤🐏

"The fuck are you up so late for." It was more of a statement than a question.

You looked up at your floating boyfriend in all of his blue sweater and ram-horned glory." You're up late too, dumbass." You shot back, downing another cup of coffee.

"[Y/N]... I'm a fuckin' ghost. You think I need sleep? Use your head woman." He insulted as he floated behind you, peeking over your shoulder to see what you were up too.

You seemed to be writing something in a book, he couldnt really read it though so he leaned onto your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder. His eyes skimmed over the words and he scowled a little.

"What the hell are you s'posed to be writing." He grumbled out.

"It's just a book for the different materials Alex told me to gather." You stated simply, leaning your head against his slightly.

"Good idea. Knowin' you, your dumbass would probably forget." He hummed out," But why waste your time on this when you could be sleeping."

Frowning with furrowed eyebrows, you continued to write in the book," I mean... its Alex. I dont wanna let the guy down, he's the vice president."

"Eh... Whose Alex again? He the one with the flatty patty?"

You buried your face in your hands, holding in a laugh." You're an idiot..." You muttered out, trying to contain your laughter.

"Takes one to know one asshole." Schlatt responded, floating away from you and to your bed. He lay on top of it comfortably," OoOoOoh~ look at how comfortable this fuckin' bed looks [Y/N]~ mm yes, comfy comfy, yes very comfy."

Smiling a little, you turned to him and raised an eyebrow," You sure its comfy?"

He was silent for a moment before he nodded," trust me. You know what they call me?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing slightly,"... what do they call you..."

"The bed master."

"You fucking-" You're sentence cut off as you broke out into a laugh. Schlatt couldnt stop the slight smile from crossing over his lips at successfully cheering you up.

"This is a very comfy bed. You should try it out with me, right now." It was more of a threat than a suggestion.

"How can I trust you though?..."

"Maybe if you try the bed out for yourself you can decide whether it's comfy or not, fuckin' moron."

You stared at him with a deadpan expression before giving in," you make a valid point. You win this argument." Standing from the table, you walked over to your bed and flopped onto it next to Schlatt.

He stared down at you expectantly;" Well? Was I right or was I right?"

You moved around on the bed a little, and sighed," .....It feels like I'm lying on a fucking cloud...." you gave up.

Schlatt shot you a shit-eating grin," Right?? The bed master strikes once again." Then his smile dropped," Dont ever fuckin' question me again."

"Gotcha."

He turned a little in the bed and threw an arm over you, pulling you close to him. You stared up at him with a confused gaze, which made him roll his eyes." Gonna help you sleep." He grunted out.

"Ahhh... Okay." You snuggled a little closer to him." Thank you for existing, Schlatt."

"At least one of us are happy I exist." He deadpanned.

"Hey Schlatt? Did you fall from heaven, cause you look like you fell- wait I messed that up."you silently cursed to yourself.

"You fucking loser."

"Lemme try again... Did you fall from heaven? Cause you look like an angel."

"... That makes no fucking sense. Are you comparing me to Satan then? He was the angel that fell from heaven." He looked slightly offended." I'll have you know that I am a devoted Catholic-"

You deadpanned when he wouldnt accept the pick-up line and gave up,"... You're hot." you stated bluntly.

"I know. Goodnight."

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❤🦆Quackity🦆❤

"Fuuuuck... I'm so fucking tired chat." Alex laughed out slightly, trying his best to contain another yawn. His chat instantly began to complain to him, telling him to hurry up and end the stream then. " aww... you all care so much for me." He fake cried." I dont deserve you guys."

MikeHawk: GO TO BED YOU SMALL MAN

Likywastaken: GO SLEEP ASSHOLE

He snorted at the comment," Wow, are y'all hitting on me orrr? Hit me up." He joked teasingly, a slight grin upon his lips.

The familiar sound of,' Me perdonas' came through his headset, indicating he had received a donation.

Duh_Itz_y/n has donated $4.20

Go the fuck to bed you bitch <3

His eyes lit up at your familiar twitch name and he chuckled lightly." Y/N, my love, you have such a way with words." He stated sarcastically, ignoring how his chat started spamming your name." Thanks for the dono but you literally can just call me on discord, fucking idiot."

And just like that, his discord went off, it made him jump in his gaming chair. He covered it up with a cough and answered the call," Hola hermosa."

"Did you just fucking jump when I called you?"

He sputtered," The fuck??? No. You're tripping."

"YOU DID. You're such a pussy boy."

"Yes, I am a pussy boy because I attract all the puss-"

"Stop talking." You interrupted," Why arent you asleep Alex? I don't know if you knew this buuut, 2 am is usually the time when people should be sleeping." You stated, snarky and teasing.

"If you wanted to get me alone you shouldve just said so, babe." He stated simply, you could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

He heard you laugh from the other side, making his heart flutter in his chest." I wish I was there but Mexico is like hours away." You muttered.

"Why are you awake? You've been going off to me but it's late where you are too."

"It's cause I was watching your shitass stream. I'm such a dedicated girlfriend, arent I? I just love you so much." You laughed out.

"Aww, you're such a simp for me..." Alex pressed a hand to his cheek embarrassingly, mocking that he was flustered." Should I just end the stream now then. I wanna talk to you now."

"Now you're the one wanting to get me alone Hmm?"

"Yeah, at least I can admit it. Looks like you're the pussy here." He spat your words right back at you.

"End the stream."

"Yes ma'am."

"Pfft, and you say you arent a fucking bottom." You teased.

"Y/N, I am still strEAMING-"

#dream smp x you #jschlatt x reader #dream smp x reader #quackity x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #eret x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt x reader

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defaulttwig · 2 years

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Nobody Else Matters

Bruce Wayne x fem!reader (18+)

Summary: Glimpses of your life revolving around Bruce. Loving him wasn’t easy. Maybe even a bit messy.

WC: 3k

Warnings: post-sex in like the first two paragraphs lol; language

A/N: This is an amalgamation of different ideas compiled into one since I couldn't see them as standalone. They’re like vague & loosely connected? Title inspired by: Les - Childish Gambino

Your breaths came out labored. When you looked down, Bruce was the same. His chest rose and fell with each large inhale, his lips parted and skin coated in sweat. The corners of his mouth curved up in the smallest of smiles. In one blink, it was gone.

You laid your hands on his chest. Raising your hips, his dick slid out of you and dropped limply. You stayed up on your knees, tossing your head back to help catch your breath. His seed leaked out of your fluttering cunt. Your walls clenched around nothing, already missing the feel of him. Scratching his chest lightly, you curled your hands into fists.

As you looked back forward, Bruce’s eyes glued to your chest. He lazily reached up and gripped your waist, loosely, before sliding his hand to your back. You followed the light push he gave, sinking on top of him. Your cheek lay on his chest, tilting your head until you looked up at him.

Bruce’s hand slid to your shoulder blade, where his thumb swept over the junction. His gaze held strong to the ceiling. You narrowed your eyes at him, riddled with fatigue, knowing he wouldn’t look at you. Not like this.

You touched his jawline, tracing your fingers along the light scruff that grew there. It scratched your skin. As your fingers ghosted over his lips, he swallowed, closing his eyes briefly before he opened them. He would not look at you.

Already, you missed being the center focus of those pretty blue eyes. Missed the way his voice sounded as he…as he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. It was all short-lived. If he could just turn his head, acknowledge you more than this.

You wanted him to look at you.

To let you in.

It would not happen. It couldn’t. Not when he desperately tried to keep you at arm’s length. Even now, you watched firsthand as he rebuilt his walls, blocking himself off. It didn’t matter that you were naked, pressed against him, or that his thumb rubbed over your back. He would not look at you.

You gave up and dropped your gaze, neck strained from how long you tilted it back. Looking at the wall, you gripped his bicep. You got lost in your thoughts, absentmindedly massaging the muscle.

This, whatever was going on between you, couldn’t work. You couldn’t blame neither him nor yourself. You wouldn’t if you separated, but Bruce couldn’t allow himself to fully embrace you and let you close to his heart. Figuratively speaking, of course, as his heartbeat thumped in your ear right now.

Your body rose and fell with each breath he took. Occasional sex could only do so much. Where was the love? Closing your eyes, you rolled off of him, back facing him, and pulled the sheets over your chest.

He could close himself off. You could handle it.

Sooner or later, though, this relationship will break you both. You couldn’t deny how, steadily, you were becoming attached to this man. The day he returned those feelings wholeheartedly, you feared it would crash and burn. He couldn’t love you and be Batman.

Neither of you wanted to think about that. You weren’t ready for the end.

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Near the entrance of the cave, an engine rumbled, echoing across the chamber. You stood at the computer when the motorcycle pulled in. It slowed as it passed you, the rider’s cape billowing softly to a standstill. Arms crossed, you kept your gaze glued to the screen.

Fuzzy feedback showed him dropping his gaze to the bike. He parked it, pulling his leg over the bike. The camera steadily moved away from the bike. At his presence over your shoulder, you relaxed, dropping your gaze to the ground. The screen displayed his view through the contact, you.

“Lotta impact today,” you muttered. You swallowed dryly, focused on your breathing.

Too many times you heard a gunshot and watched from his perspective the stagger that followed. The low grunt that had you wait for bated breath for the fall, for him to accept his end then and there, just for him to lunge forward at the attacker. Death hadn’t come to collect him just yet. And if it had, he’d probably fight death too.

You turned your head just the slightest. Your gaze flickered from his boots up to his chest. Dents from the bullets lined his armor. You bit your cheek, meeting his eyes.

“And you’re still standing.” A breath of relief escaped you.

To see him here and listen to his soft breaths. It was a hell of a lot better than watching through the camera as he sped through the city. Here, you had actual proof that he was still here. That should’ve been enough for you. As long as he wore the suit, you feared it might never be enough.

His gaze jumped from you to the screen. You uncrossed your arms and fully faced him. With an involuntary caution, you reached up and touched the edge of the largest dent on the right of his breastplate. The pad of your finger pressed into the small crater. Imagine if the bullet pierced through, or if it pierced the other side, on his heart.

You sucked in a breath, pushing away those thoughts.

He brought his hands up, slowly, as if surrendering to you. Grasping the cowl, he pulled it up and over his head. Carefully, he lowered it, revealing blue eyes that never strayed from your face. You examined his messy hair from the cowl and the bleeding makeup. Your bottom lip fell in a pout.

Maybe it was the makeup, but he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. It might’ve been true.

His voice brought you back to the present. “I’m fine,” he said.

You closed your hand into a fist on his chest with a sigh. Was he really? “Let’s get that makeup off of you.”

Outside the cave, you had Bruce in the first bathroom you approached in the tower. He stripped from his suit prior to stepping foot in the home, adorning a pair of sweatpants and baggy shirt he left down there. Here, he leaned back against the counter while you wet a rag, his hands splayed on the edge.

All was quiet. You pinched the rag and brought it up to his face. Bruce dipped his head low to give you a better reach.

You wiped patiently. Slowly dragging the rag over the black makeup, Bruce closed his eyes. His breaths evened out and his shoulders relaxed. Droplets of water mixed with the makeup, skating down his cheek in watery-black streaks. Neither of you spoke. You cupped his chin as you worked.

Normally, Bruce would run the sink and splash his face, rubbing away the makeup himself. The only times you offered to do this were the times you sought out his comfort. Just the comfort of touching him, breathing whatever scent he had on him now would ground you to reality. He was still here. You didn’t lose him today.

By the time you set the blackened rag in the sink, your worries melted away. Still, as you dragged your thumb over the wet spot on his cheekbone, the gunshots rang loudly in your ears. The crackling audio feedback from the booms buzzed through the computer’s speakers as you had to stand there and listen. Hear his low, gasping breaths from the impact, shivering running down your back all the while.

Neither of you moved. Bruce slowly opened his eyes, expression neutral. His gaze locked onto you, reading every wrinkle on your worried face. You dropped your gaze to his chest, recounting all the times you could’ve lost him tonight.

Just tonight. Not every night. Not the other nights. Just tonight alone. You’d lose your mind from fearing for every second of his life. Every moment you spent with him was potentially your last.

You placed both hands on his chest. Words bubbled up, ready to be spoken, but you choked them down. It didn’t matter if you said your worries or showed that you cared for him. It would be dismissed, in the end.

You wrapped your arms around him and placed your forehead on his shoulder. Bruce gripped the edge of the counter tightly. His body tensed before he slowly slinked one arm around you and closed any remaining distance from you.

“You should sleep,” he said. His voice came out soft, a murmur of suggestion. “You’ve been up all night.”

Funny, you could say the same thing about him. Instead, you nodded your head, raising it to look him in the eye.

“Come to bed with me.” He opened his mouth to refute, but you added, “just until I fall asleep. Then, you can leave.”

He held eye contact with you. Both of you silently challenged the other to back down. Your expression softened, sinking with a pain that came from loving a man like Bruce.

His grip loosened considerably, exhaling softly. “Okay.”

You both knew he wouldn’t stay with you for long. Based on the footage from the camera, you knew Bruce intended to make his next move as the billionaire persona. It was the only way for him to get closer to the case.

At least he followed you to the bedroom and laid beside you. Holding you close, his heartbeat lulled you to a dreamless sleep.

You woke up cold and alone that afternoon.

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For the past ten minutes, you did nothing. There was a sense of freedom, sitting in a soapy bathtub and leaving all your problems outside the door. In the bathroom, you were without worry. That was how you wished you felt, anyway. Every problem in your life ate away at you in this silence. Not even the water’s calm ripples from every slight movement could relax you.

You focused on your hand appearing in patches of clear water before it disappeared under the small clouds of soapy bubbles. They had been mountains when you first got in the tub, but you’d sat in there long enough that they shrank.

The bathroom door creaked open. You raised your head, watching Bruce enter. He took his time, closing the door without breaking eye contact. His walk toward the tub made you question if he was even out of the suit, or the mindset of the caped crusader. He sauntered slowly, approaching you as if you’d run if he wasn’t careful. His stony expression and tired eyes scared you.

You wanted to sink into the tub. The way he approached you like you were his mission, part of his vengeance, made you feel small. Like a thief in the night, watching the shadows, knowing you’d done something heinous. Except, you hadn’t. Not that you recall. His slow strut made your heart race, afraid of bad news.

He lowered himself to sit at the edge of the tub. His hand brushed against the water, his breaths soft and patient. Despite the calm he tried to convey, his shoulders remained tense. You lifted your hand out of the water, droplets cascading down your arm back into the tub, and slipped your fingers between his.

He looked so tired. He didn’t fight nor accept your hand, absent of emotion. You squeezed his hand gently, thumb swiping over his. His eyes were hooded while he looked down at you, drained from lack of sleep.

“Everything okay?” You asked. Why else would he carry himself like he was still in the suit? Whatever bothered him had followed him here. And it concerned him enough to not hide it from you.

Bruce inhaled softly. “I need you to stay here.”

At this time, you made a poor attempt to lighten the tension in the air with a half-smile. “Are you asking to join me in the tub?”

“No,” he didn’t play your game. Not that you expected him to. He let go of your hand, draping his wet palm on his thigh and staining his pants. “Here, at the tower. Don’t go back to your apartment.”

Your heart leaped to your ears. “Am I in danger?” When he didn’t respond, you swallowed hard. “Bruce?”

“Alfred will prepare your room.”

You furrowed your brows. “I still have to go to work.”

“Call in sick.”

Whatever it was, it really had him spooked. You sat up, your torso shifted above water and exposed to the cooler temperature. You draped your fingers over his wrist, thinking of what to say. If it bothered him this much to order you to coop yourself in his home, you’d just do what he said.

“I’ll do it. I’ll stay here and it’ll be fine, Bruce. I’ll be okay.” He didn’t respond, so you further shifted out of the water, sat perfectly straight, and gave him a strong look. He was so tense, you could only think to say one thing. “Join me.”

Bruce looked away, rejecting your offer before he even spoke. “I can’t.”

You exhaled deeply. “You’re covered in filth and you haven’t showered in days.” The strawberry-scented soap masked his smell, but his hair had become greasy. You figured if you could get him in the tub with you, get him as close as possible to you, it may just ease some of that tension in him. “Please.”

A moment of nothing passed before he stood up. You frowned, afraid he’d isolate himself with those dark thoughts. Bruce curled his fingers around the hem of his shirt and peeled it over his shoulders. When he tossed it aside, you relaxed, knowing he chose you. The rest of his clothes followed with reluctance, like he was on the verge of redressing and walking out. You’d all but leaned over the edge of the tub, dripping water onto the tiles, silently asking him not to listen to those thoughts.

Before you knew it, Bruce sat in the tub with you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, chest pressed to his back. Like a breath of fresh air, Bruce relaxed in your hold, all but sinking into your embrace.

You pressed your lips against the base of his neck, thinking over your relationship. Weeks ago, neither of you would dare consider being in this position. You closed your eyes, thinking about what will transpire. You were falling fast and Bruce wasn’t far behind.

You muttered softly against his skin, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You didn’t plan to ever leave.

He let out a breath of relief and draped his hands over yours.

His walls crumbled around you. This alone was a testament to that and you didn’t want to think about the future. You pressed yourself closer to his back.

For now, you’d keep your mind to the present.

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You stomped away from him, your boots splashing through puddles. The downpour made it hard to see past the streetlights. He uttered your name, following you, but you threw your hands up in defeat.

“I tried to help you.” You seethed, completely soaked from the rain, but you didn’t care. “I did help you. And this is how you thank me? Well, fuck you.”

A gloved hand wrapped around your arm and turned you around. Bruce grabbed both your arms and inhaled sharply. His eye makeup started to weep, bleeding away to reveal patches of his pale skin around angry, blue eyes.

“I could have lost you tonight.” He scowled, his voice hard. “You don’t realize how dangerous this is.”

“And it’s fine if I lost you?” You scoffed, scowling back at him. “Don’t die for Gotham. Don’t be stupid. This city doesn’t care about you or me. You know what they care about? Bruce Wayne’s money. Bullshit like that.”

His stare burned through you.

“Why do this? Why can’t you stick to helping the city like other people? Why do you have to put yourself in danger?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, your shoulders slumped. You swept his hands off of you and stepped back, shaking your head.

“This does nothing. Batman is stuck in a cycle of violence and crime. Can’t you see?” You placed your hand on the bat symbol. Angry look glued to the symbol and all it stood for, you curled your hand into a fist. “You’re trapped in your own making.”

His hand fell over yours, gently holding it.

Your voice grew hoarse, soft and near inaudible over the rain. “Please. I can’t see you destroy yourself over a thankless city.”

He gently slid your hand off of his chest. Your stone-cold expression returned. So, that was his answer. You didn’t need to hear it to know he wouldn’t stop.

“Fine.” You turned your head away, blinking against the rain and watching it collect in puddles around you. “Then, I’ll be right beside you.”

He was quick to fire back, “you’ll get hurt. I won’t let you.”

“Shut up.” You jabbed your pointer up in his face. “I can’t sit around and do nothing. And you can’t get rid of me.”

Bruce dropped his gaze to your finger. You curled it into your fist under his stare, fighting off tears. He looked up into your eyes. The sound of rain pounded your ears, drowning your thoughts out.

Bruce turned away from you.

You clenched your jaw, watching the man walk away from you. With an angry cry, you shouted at him. He was going to die like this. The city didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. Nobody else mattered if you lost him. Why couldn’t see he was killing himself? You loved him.

Your words fell on deaf ears.

It was the Batman who left you alone in the rain.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #batman x reader #the batman fanfic #battinson x reader

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imagine--if · 2 years

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I got so excited when I found out that you were writing for Barry!Joker, and i lovedd your last fic! Could you do a part 2 in which Barry! Joker gets those 5 minutes alone with his girl.

A/N: Yasss 🃏 the amount of people who wanted this is InSaNe, I'm so glad you're all enjoying it 🥰 Look out for the last part (breaking outta Arkham) tomorrowwww Thanks for all the likes and asks, keep them coming!! 200 follower milestone 🥳 should I make a fluff prompt list in celebration? Been thinking about it lol but idk you tell me 😊

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman spoilers?? Hella crazy love 🖤 the reader's a lil crazy hehe

Words: 924

"He wants to see you."

You look up from inside your cell, doodling on the walls with chalk. Everything's so bleak and boring here, so it was pretty much your job to liven it up a little. You haven't been here for too long - a good few months, maybe - and soon you'd be out, back in the streets of Gotham, to do what you do best.

It's Batman. His stoic glare is fixed on you, deep brown eyes shielding his emotions, lips a straight line. You smile, raising a brow.

"Who? Be specific."

"You know who," Batman responds coldly. "I need information, and the Joker refuses to share it without seeing you."

"Mm," you consider, "it has been a while. You're kind of mean, you know, keeping a couple separated. Just because you don't have a lover-"

"That's not it," Batman snaps. "You two kill people. They need to keep order."

"How's that going for them?"

Batman holds his breath in annoyance, letting it out slowly. "Do you want to see him or not?"

You put the chalk down, offering him your hands. "C'mon, then."

He takes a few steps back, and a few guards approach your cell door, hesitant. One of them meets your eye worriedly, and you flick your hand at him, to which he jumps at. You grin.

Batman rolls his eyes, prompting them to hurry up, and after the sound of several locks twisting and snapping, the door swings open. A guard rushes over to cuff you, and you sigh, looking over at Batman questioningly.

"Really?"

"Don't try anything," Batman warns, and you give him an innocent shake of the head as your led down the maze of hallways. It's a wonder they don't put a bag over your head. This place is ridiculous, and if anything, it only encourages the insane to go madder.

The interrogation room is around the corner, and Batman stops as you approach the doors that lead to it, sceptical.

"You gonna move?"

The Batman glares at you, signalling to the guards to hold you for a moment before entering himself, keeping the door open with one hand.

"Don't try anything," He repeats to the Joker, and his response is a familiar laugh. Then the Batman nods to the guards, who seem even more terrified now, actually agreeing to the main thing they were trying to avoid.

Reuniting the Joker with his queen.

Your smile widens when you see him, messy green hair and blue eyes that are so easy to overlook when you focus on the pale scars and bloody smile. To everyone else, he's horrifying, both the things he does and the way he looks, but to you? No, he looks like familiarity, an unsafe safety who's ready to bomb the world if your life depended on it.

His blue gaze softens sightly, in a way only you can notice, and he grins, waving at you, metal chains that keep his wrists linked jingling.

"Hiya, dolly."

"Hi," You reply, smiling, before looking behind you at the guards. "You guys gonna stay here the whole time?"

"Go," Batman tells them, a firm hand leading you further inside the room. "Five minutes. I'm staying."

You scoff lightly. "Rude. He's jealous, you know."

The Joker chuckles, his eyes shifting to look at Batman. "Ah, of course he is. I got to you first."

Batman stops himself from snapping back, glancing at the clock impatiently.

"What have you been up to in the nuthouse, queenie? Having fun?"

You shrug, shaking your head. "It's boring without you."

Joker smiles thoughtfully, leaning in closer to the glass partition. "Hm. Well, nothing like this lasts forever, now does it? And when we get out-"

"You won't get out," Batman interrupts, causing the Joker to stop and give him a pointed look.

"When we get out," He repeats, turning his attention back to you, "you know what I'll do, huh?"

You shake your head, humouring him. "What'll you do?"

"Whatever you like, queenie," J giggles. "Y'know, I miss not waking up to that beautiful smile of yours. Or watching you beat up the cavalry with a rifle you don't even fire. It's just bam, bashing their skulls in with it like a bat in- instead of just shooting..."

His laughter makes him stop in mid-sentence, and you can't help laughing along with him. It's contagious, his laughter, a sound you'd missed for a while.

"Thirty seconds left," Batman says, arms folded.

"He loves us really," You joke.

"Yeah, course- c'mere, doll-"

Batman's attention is off of you two for a few fleeting moments, the guards talking to him frantically, trying to keep their voices quiet as they protest to the meeting. You quickly go over, and he pushes something small over through the metal slider between the two sides of the interrogation room. You grab it without looking, hiding it under your sleeve. Joker winks at you with another grin, and you smile back, before the guards take your arms and take you out of the room.

"Are you ready to cooperate now?" Batman asks him, and the Joker signals for him to hand the files over.

Meanwhile, you're back in your room, waiting for the guards to leave before you check what it was that J gave you.

It's a lockpick, with a cell number written on one shiny side in dark green, a date that's only a few days away on the other, half a dozen x's underneath it.

You muffle a giggle under your hands, and hide the lockpick again, waiting patiently.

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virtual--hug · 2 years

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader - Soft Spot

A/N: I'm not really sure if I like this one or not. It's a lot better than the original (everything I'm posting is a rewrite of an original, older oneshot which is why I can currently post like daily lol), but I don't know if that means I actually like it.

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x GN Chubby Reader

Genre: Mild Angst to Fluff

Warnings: Body/Weight Insecurities are the main focus. The reader is also described wearing a dress (just a reminder that clothes don't determine gender, but I do understand that people may feel uncomfortable about it!)

Summary: Bakugou finally asks you on a date after a year of growing to like him more and more, but the outift you're wearing slowly becomes an issue for your night.

Word Count: 3k

You met Bakugou Katsuki in your first year of UA. Well, the entirety of Japan met Bakugou Katsuki, but you just so happened to be on a stage with him. It was the UA Sports Festival; A time for the hero course to show off to the pros while everyone else gets ignored.

You were in one of the many General Studies classes, situated in the far back of the crowd of first year students when you heard the blonde utter the words, "I'm gonna' win" before you soon went on to damn near kick his ass. Honestly, the day felt like a messy blur. You kind of struggled through the initial obstacle course and came in at a place only marginally necessary to meet the goal. Followed by that, you decided to boldly ask to join the group with the boy who had won the obstacle course. By all means, you kind of expected the team to place lower with the large target he had on his back in the number of points. Yet, your group reached the winners, and you found yourself in the final 1v1 battle with only one other General Studies student alongside you.

It was a rather big opportunity for you. Although, your interests weren't necessarily to be a hero or join the hero course; the recognition would be kind of cool. The idea of a trophy glimmered in your head for a moment before the bracket appeared for the whole stadium. And, you found your name in place beside Bakugou Katsuki. You lost that fight to almost no one's surprise. The hero course students had such an unfair advantage in these types of fights with their combat and quirk work. No matter how powerful you attempted to make your quirk, it stood no chance against Bakugou. And, you lost.

For a moment, that was the end of it. You fought Bakugou Katsuki, and you two went on your seperate ways for the day and after the Sports Festival. Until one day at lunch, a tray slammed itself before you. "Sorry about that," a voice soon followed, "I'm Ashido! You were at the Sports Festival, right? The one who went against Blasty? Your quirk was so cool!"

"Um- thanks..." You laughed at her comments awkwardly. You recognized the girl (who wouldn't) from said Sports Festival. But, at the time, you had no clue why she would even talk to you in the first place.

"Do you wanna come have lunch with us!" She then offered and vaguely gestured to a table behind her. It was full of more 1-A kids who were also at the Festival. Actually, all of them were in the battles at the end. Most notably, the explosive blonde was there.

"Are they just doing this to make fun of me? If I say no she'll probably just do it anyways. Maybe be nice for a bit more?" You considered it.

"Uh- yeah. Sure." You agreed, grabbing your own tray and following her over to the table.

In your second year at UA, you had become a long-term official member of the unofficial Bakusquad. Needless to say, that one day at lunch turned into several more, then daily, and then you were spending most of your time outside of class with the group. Oh- and you'd fallen in love with the group's most volatile, title member, Bakugou.

Bakugou, despite all odds, proved to be much nicer than you anticipated. He was still explosive, quick to hurl insults at anyone or anything he didn't like, and a bit stand-offish. But, the time you two spent together proved to change that. He was kind to the others of the group: offering training help and advice, homework assistance, a shoulder to cry on or to rant to, and a particularly fierce protector if anyone decided to talk shit. And, at the end of the day (or rather your first year) you'd fallen in love with him.

It was nearing your summer break after one far too long semester of school. And, you were kindly welcoming the cooled dorms during the hot day. Before you could even enter your room, you'd come face to face with Bakugou. Usually, you meet up with the group on the walk back to the dorms. But, during the warmer days, you decided to make your way to your dorm room first before heading to the 1-A ones. So, it was a shock to find the blonde greeting you in the empty hall as the elevator doors opened to your floor.

"Um- hey." You fiddled with the straps of your school bag as you greeted him.

"Go out with me." He quickly replied.

You should have expected something so quick and blunt from Bakugou. He frequently admonished rambling (and refused to do it himself), and hated when people weren't straight forward with him. Yet, despite all that knowledge, the first words to come out of your mouth were, "Huh?"

He scoffed but his eyes quickly shot to the floor and his attention moved towards digging the toes of his shoes into the carpet, "If you don't want to then just say so."

"That's not what I meant! I'd love to!" You reassured him, "I just didn't expect it, is all."

He rolled his eyes before moving towards you, "Don't think bad about yourself." Bakugou didn't add much more to that before continuing, "I'll meet you at 6 in front of the dorms tomorrow."

"I'll see you there!" You met his eyes one more time before he was off to the elevators. His ears were tinted a shade of pink as he made his retreat.

Once you were sure the elevator had closed and began to move off the floor, you let out a happy, "Yes!"

The next day went by with a mystical film over it. You were physically in class, but your mind was at 6. You wondered what the date would be: some secret garden on campus, a picnic, or something chill in the dorms. Soon, you were past the evening and towards future dates outside of the school, your high school graduation, even to your adult years. Needless to say, the end of the day bell smacked you back to the ground as you exited the building for the day and realized just how close this date was.

"I didn't even think about what I was going to wear? Should I have gotten him something? Should I find something? What do I have that he would like?" You wondered as you made your way back to the dorms.

You barely even noticed when you ran into a person as you walked. It was a bit delayed when you paused and apologized to the person, "Sorry, I wasn't-"

"You're coming with us." They replied quickly.

"Huh?" You took a good look at the person you had bumped into. They had a UA uniform, dark sunglasses, and striking pink hair and skin.

"Mina? Where did you get the sunglasses fro- Ah!" You shrieked as a much taller person behind you picked you up.

"Got 'em, let's go." A voice that was distinctly Sero spoke from behind you.

"Sero, put me down!" Sero basically sprinted with you towards your dorm buildings. You were sure that in the blur of people that passed you one of them was Bakugou.

The journey soon ended with Sero unceremoniously asking for your ID that opened your door. Thankfully, he finally listened to your protests to be put down and allowed you to open up your door on your own.

"You've been ambushed by the Bakusquad!" Mina declared once the door had shut behind the group. Sero, obviously, now stood beside her alongside Kaminari, Jirou, and Kirishima who were probably trailing behind the whole time.

"Why? You could have just- I don't know, knocked," You sent Sero a quick glare, "and doesn't Bakugou usually join on these things?"

"No, this needed to be a surprise!" Mina insisted. "It really didn't." Jirou quietly added in between.

"We need to get you ready for your date with the resident explosion boy!" She concluded while sending a glare of her own towards Jirou.

"You know about that?" You muttered. There was silence for a moment before Mina was shaking you by the shoulders.

"Of course we know about it! You guys are so obvious!" She screeched loudly.

"Bakubro said he was going to, too." Kirishima added. You barely managed to hear it over your brain rattling against your skull.

"So, what exactly is the plan here?" You asked.

"Right! We need to go through your closet." Mina declared before she was head first into your closet alongside some of your other friends.

In the end, after a lot of needless back and forth between the group, you had selected an outfit. It was a dress that you had stored away in the back of your closet. You weren't exactly sure when you packed it, but it probably ended up mixed in with some stuff and found itself back where it would have been at home. It was a floral patterned dress with short ruffled sleeves. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, waiting for 6PM, you realized why you forgot about this dress.

It was smaller than you wanted it to be. The sleeves made your arms look too big, and they showed too much of your legs as well. And, with each turn to see the side, it felt like your stomach just made more and more of a bump in the fabric.

"Maybe I should change and apologize to Mina for not wearing it." You thought after another turn to the side. Before you could even execute the thought, a loud knock came from your door.

"They better not be trying to give me anymore advice." You thought. Kaminari had come by at least three separate times to inform you of a new idea he had for something "smooth" you could do. You promptly forgot about all his suggestions once he left.

"Kaminari, I don't-" While you were met by the face of a blonde, it was the other blonde of the group: your date.

"Bakugou, hi! Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a second." You quickly corrected yourself. "I thought you wanted to meet outside the dorms?"

"I didn't want to wait anymore. And I knew you were ready with how much those dumbasses were running around." He explained with a scoff.

Bakugou had on jeans, which you were completely unaware of him owning (and a belt), and a shirt that did not have something to do with skulls.

"Well, I guess you aren't wrong." You awkwardly replied. You looked back into your room for a moment. There was probably a better outfit in your closet that you could find rather quickly, but Bakugou had already seen what you were wearing. He was likely to not stay quiet about it if you changed your outfit now.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

"Yup!" The idea was immediately locked behind in your dorm as you exited with Bakugou beside you.

The walk to wherever Bakugou was taking you was quick. It seemed to just be around the back of the dorm buildings. UA itself was on a large hill surrounded by trees. But, Bakugou had managed to find a spot within the trees that left a perfect frame to see the shining stars in the sky. You didn't see Bakugou as a stargazing guy, but, as you stopped by some blankets on the ground, your perception of the blonde only shifted more.

"Do you do this often?" You asked as you took a seat.

"Kinda', it's a nice place to go when everyone's being annoying." Bakugou sat on the blanket before quickly leaning onto his back.

"Hm- it seems like it." You agreed. You were hesitant to lean backwards knowing that your discomfort in the dress would only further.

"Lay down, it's easier to see." Of course, Bakugou was soon to comment on it and gently tugged at you until you were in a laying position.

"So, why was Tapeface carrying you like some fuckin' potatoes earlier." Bakugou began.

"Oh yeah," you laughed, "They wanted to give me a makeover for this date."

He scoffed, "Dumbasses." After a moment of silence he quietly, very quietly, added, "You look good, though."

"Thanks." You happily accepted the compliment. "Oh hey, thats a shooting star!" You pointed at a small flash of light that traveled a bit across the sky before disappearing.

"Huh, haven't seen too many of those." Bakugou replied.

"Guess I'm lucky." You turned to him. A small smile crossed his face as you spoke. It wasn't like his regular evil smirks but a real smile.

"Yeah, you are." Bakugou replied. His hand moved closer to the inbetween space between the two of you. He wanted to hold your hand.

The thought made you happy, and you wanted to shift your own arm so that your hand would join him. But, the action alone sent a shooting pain of fear through you. Your hands were resting over your stomach and successfully hiding how gross you felt your body looked in this dress. So, reluctantly, you left your hand at your stomach and pretended not to notice. After a moment, Bakugou's hand moved close to his body again with a small scoff.

"So, what else did you plan to do?" You tried to brush off the situation.

"Don't know, thought maybe we'd talk a bit." Bakugou replied.

"Hm- so, why'd you ask me out?" You began.

"Because I like you, obviously. That's a stupid fuckin' question." He turned his head away while a clear red blush still illuminated his ears.

"Why wait so long then? Mina seemed to think we were so obvious." You did a poor imitation of the pink girl's voice as you repeated her words from earlier.

"That pink bitch doesn't know shit." he brushed off the comment first.

"I wanted to focus on hero shit. Didn't see the use for any friends or anything like- this if I wanted to be a hero." Bakugou answered honestly. You two had plenty of these conversations before on a similar topic.

"But that changed, obviously." You replied.

"Yeah." He didn't add much more to that before offering his hand out again. He certainly noticed your quick glance back towards him before once again "ignoring" the offer.

He scoffed much louder this time, "I'm not gonna' blow you up, y'know."

"I know that! It's just something else..." You trailed off.

"I'm not fuckin' sweaty or any of that shit." He added.

"No, there's nothing wrong with you! I- I don't like this dress." You responded honestly. Much like the previous topic, the two of you had talked a lot about your insecurities. So, you hoped the somewhat vague description would make sense to him.

It didn't as he responded with, "There's nothing wrong with it. It looks nice on you."

"It's not that it looks bad on me. I'd love to wear it more, but I don't think I have the right body to keep wearing it. It has nothing to do with you, I promise." You explained further.

"The hell does that mean, your body is fine." He continued to deny.

"I'm fat, Bakugou." You interjected while sitting up.

"You aren't, though." Bakugou followed your actions and sat up alongside you.

"Don't lie to me. I'm a lot bigger compared to even the people in my general studies class. You remember those articles from First Year during the Sport's Festival..." You continued.

"I don't care what you call yourself, but you're saying it like it's a bad thing." Bakugou halted your ranting before you could continue. He seemed to struggle to come up with his next words before settling on, "Stand up."

He stood quickly and barely waited for you to fully get to your feet before he picked you up in his arms.

"There's nothing wrong with your weight. I still lo- like you, no matter what you weigh. The other extras are the same. The people who actually care for you don't give a shit what you look like or stupid things like numbers on a scale. Got it? Besides, I can pick you up just fuckin' fine." He emphasized so by lifting you even higher again for a moment.

He was much gentler than Sero was earlier. His hands support your lower back and side while your legs are wrapped around his torso and your arms keep your upper body weight close to him. And, as true as he was, he held you up without struggle.

"Thanks Katsuki." You replied with a small kiss on the cheek.

"Whatever." His ears flushed the same red as he looked away from you.

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Cuddling with the slashers would include:

Ok. Did I write this already? Bc if I did plz ignore this I am embarrassed :)) But if I didn't: I hope you like it!

Also: this is pretty lengthy and I am very sleepy so if it isn't good I'm sorry x_x (It's kind of similar to my sweet/affectionate S/O one but like....specific to affection/cuddling lol)

Thomas Hewitt:

- Thomas' cuddles are 10/10 for sure

- Like yes, it takes him a minute to get comfortable with that sort of thing. But once you've reassured him and such he'll happily cuddle up with you at any time

- He's so big and warm?? Will gently hold onto you and play with your hair, stroke your arms nervously, etc.

- But if *you* wrap him up in *your* arms and give him that kind of affection? He'll blush so bad, shoulders stiffening until he eventually relaxes, completely melting

- Knowing you want to be close with him like that would make him so happy. Also: big on hugs and is amazing at them, very warm and soft :')

Brahms Heelshire:

- Brahms has no reservations whatsoever about this. He adores physical affection and can cuddle for hours

- Absolutely won't mind if you ignore the rules and schedule if you want to come snuggle up with him. In fact, please do :)

- Will cuddle up to you at any time of the day/no matter what you're doing. He'll get really clingy if you aren't careful 👀

- Will get as physically close to you as possible when you cuddle. It doesn't matter if he's wrapped up in your arms or the other way around, he will be glued to you

- Feels really safe and comfortable when you cuddle him is why. He's very touch starved and sometimes afraid you'll leave so when you cuddle up with him he'll feel very relieved and comforted

Michael Myers:

- It would take a pretty long while before you got to this point with Michael. He's very reserved and entirely unused to giving and receiving affection, the whole thing is a new concept to him really

- You start with little things like wrapping your arm around his, or holding his hand, or even just sitting/standing closer to him. He won't mind at all, sometimes surprising you by moving closer to you first

- His way of expressing this kind of thing or sort of signaling he doesn't mind (aka quietly hoping you'll just...give him affection without reservation lol) is just standing as close to you as he can like Y/N...plz

- Once he's more comfortable he'll let you snuggle up to him as much as you like, though his reactions will still be a little restrained at first

- Stares at you a lot, half out of curiosity and half from amazement/bewilderment

Jason Voorhees:

- So reserved at first. He would adore cuddling and being affectionate with you, but once again it's new to him and even the littlest thing will turn him bright pink

- Will not complain if you initiate things first and kind of lead him along. He'll be too reserved/unused to that kind of thing to himself but wants to so plz :^)

- If you like cuddles and affection then he'll happily give them to you anytime you like, will feel a little more encouraged and confident

- Very sweet and protective and he'll love having you close to him like that for that reason. Another one that's big on holding hands and hugs (especially back hugs x_x) and he'll go out of his way to be overly gentle

- Once you finally get him to remove his mask he'll love if you leave little kisses and touches over his face, though he'll be very shy and nervous about it

Bubba Sawyer:

- Literally always ready for cuddles but kind of nervous about initiating it at first, afraid you won't want to

- Will start with little things like holding your hands and nudging up against you a little, standing close and seeing how you react

- Also hugs a lot! Very soft, warm and lengthy hugs in which he'll probably squeeze you just a little too hard but it's sweet :')

- If you're okay with it he'll love cuddling anytime he has a chance (which admittedly isn't as often as he'd like, sigh) so he'll make it count when he does have time!

- Can cuddle you for hours at a time though. Nothing fancy, just likes being snuggled up and having his arms around you, caressing your arm and leaning his head against yours

Chop Top Sawyer:

- Sweet! Happy to accept any affection from you, no matter how you like to give it

- Can be clingy at times, loving to have his arm wrapped around you and holding your hand

- It's rare you just quietly sit with each other like that though, he'd prefer to have music going and chat with you the whole time

- Will completely lose his train of thought if you pull him closer to you or leave little affectionate touches over him, smiling to himself and contentedly accepting it

- Also can be pretty shameless if he's in the mood for affection/cuddles. Will just come over and sit in your lap or next to you and lean into you like Y/N plz :^)

Nubbins Sawyer:

- Very affectionate with you if you let him be. Loves holding hands, wrapping his arm around you, anything like that

- And if you like cuddling/physical affection like that even better! He'll use that as an excuse to be clingy with you most of the time :')

- Anytime he sits next to you he'll just nudge against you, brushing his arm against yours and smiling until you notice and give him affection

- Leans over your shoulders when you're doing really anything, draping his arms over you and wrapping them around, chatting along and occasionally pecking the side of your face/nuzzling against you

- I've said it before but he'd be kind of awkward/unpracticed with this sort of affection at first. He'll really love being close to you but sometimes he can be a little clumsy, accidentally elbowing you or squeezing you a little too tight. You almost can't complain because of how smiley and well-meaning he is though

Beetlejuice:

- Massive grin and eyebrow wiggles when you suddenly pull him over toward you and wrap him up in your arms

- You just wrap him up in your arms and cuddle up to him? Has no idea what to do, it's new to him

- Secretly really craves kindness and affection, and it will take *a lot* for him not to completely melt at things like cuddling. He'll smile to himself a lot and look at you sweetly when you aren't looking

- Is a big fan of affection and cuddling and after the initial newness and awkwardness wears off, and he'll be very open about it. Almost every time he sees you he'll just wave you over like come hither :^)

- If you touch him affectionately and casually, he'll almost follow your touch as you pull away, making how needy he is more obvious than he'd like

Candyman:

- So romantic, loves having you near to him in any way so if you're cuddly he won't mind

- Nothing with him is ever really casual so of course if you're expecting a relaxing and sweet time you're probably not going to get it with him lol

- He'll make your heart race and cheeks heat up easily, knowing exactly the right things to say to get a reaction out of you

- Gentle and affectionate, loves if you sit/lie in front of him, allowing him to have you wrapped up in his arms while he trails kisses along your neck/jaw and sends shivers down your spine with the way he talks to you

- Melts at sweet affection such as touches across his face and innocent snuggles and cuddles. Thinks you're so cute ;-;

Bo Sinclair:

- Bo is not opposed to affection, he just isn't used to it. At least, nothing so sweet and genuine. He definitely wouldn't be opposed, try as he might to convince you otherwise

- You would pull him close, asking him to come and cuddle with you. His instinct would be to laugh and tease you a little, but he'd only manage a nervous laugh, complying so easily that it surprises you both

- He'd be surprisingly uncomfortable and awkward with this sort of thing. If you took the lead and wrapped him up in your arms he'd melt, slowly relaxing into you and resting his head against you

- He would feel so safe with you like that, eventually wrapping you up tight into his arms and not letting you go for quite a while. Those kinds of moments are rare with him but he'd appreciate them a lot

- Will give you lots of forehead/top of the head kisses, lazily draping his arm around you and even dosing off, signaling just how comfortable and safe he really feels around you

Vincent Sinclair:

- A little stiff and reserved about affection at first, especially anything like this. He would want to but you'd have to be the one to initiate it!

- That having been said, he'd be so happy once you did. It would still take him a bit to completely relax but he'd adore being so close to you like that

- Will love having you sit next to him, his head rested slightly on yours/on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, sweater sleeve slightly covering/bunched up in his hand

- Affection like that and hand holding, random touches, etc. will make his stomach twist into knots, and he'll be grateful you can't see how affected he really is under his mask

- Can easily stay like that for hours, though it's rare he'll fall asleep when you're cuddling at first. He'll only do that much later into your relationship when he's completely comfortable, strands of hair messy in his now-exposed face, half buried in your neck or pressed against your back/chest :')

Lester Sinclair:

- Cute 🥺

- Loves having his arm around you all the time! And loves if you snuggle up to him when he's driving

- A big cuddler, and happy to admit it too. He's very soft and loves having you close to him like that

- Any kind of affection is fine by him! He would adore having you wrapped up in his arms while you sit/lie next to him, and even better if you face him so he can pepper your face with kisses

- And if you do the same for him? He will be a smiling, blushing mess, will wrap his arms tighter around you and hide his face in your neck

Graverobber:

- Mostly likes cuddles when he's sleepy, a lazy cuddler? Like if you want to snuggle up to him that's fine but that's as good as it's going to get lol

- Okay, maybe he'll wrap his arm around you too. And his leg. Now you're stuck though, good luck getting away for a while!

- Not the most talkative but happy to listen and nod along if you talk while he pats your head/plays with your hair

- Rests his head in your lap a lot, loves if you run your fingers through his hair

- More affectionate and sweet than usual when you're cuddling, at least sometimes. Admittedly he likes being soft and affectionate with you and he'll show it with hugs, forehead kisses, and wrapping you up in his arms randomly/hugging you from behind

Luigi Largo:

- Won't admit it, but he's got a soft spot and secretly wishes to be cared for and cuddled

- He'd be raving on when you'd just pull him over and completely shut him up, mouth pressing closed as he eyeballs you suspiciously

- Sometimes he likes being the more passive one, letting you cling to him and acting a little indifferent (he definitely isn't though), especially if you're out in public (like holding onto his arm, hand, etc.)

- Sometimes if he's in a mood he'll be putty in your hands, however, and is actually really needy for gentleness and affection like that

- Looks at you really lovingly anytime you give him affection, and adores if you play with his hair, pull him over without prompting to cuddle, wrap him up in your arms when he's sleeping, etc. Always notices more than you think and loves it

Pavi Largo:

- Constantly ready for any kind of physical affection lol

- Sweet affection like that, however, is different, especially coming from an S/O. He'd start out flirtatious and extra, quickly getting a little flustered at the sudden intimacy and sweetness of it

- He almost doesn't know what to do? He's not inexperienced but at the same time he is, at least with things like that

- Will just go with whatever you like, as he'd like pretty much anything you did. If you like to spoil him with affection and snuggles then he'll be delighted, lazily allowing himself to be doted over by you (all while he nervously rambles on and stares at you intently)

- But he'll like just as much to lie with you while you fall asleep, completely enamored with how casual and sweet you are with him. It's new and unfamiliar but in a good way!

Billy Lenz:

- Will keep you at arms length at first, despite how straightforward he is with his comments and such, because he'd be less comfortable with affection than he'd let on

- However, once he's comfortable, he's very clingy

- Like he'll actually just follow you around until you give up and stop for a while to pay attention to him lol. Of course he won't outright ask but you get the point pretty easily

- Kind of greedy, like yes he'll snuggle up to you but he likes to be spoiled. Loves to lay in your lap while you play with his hair and to be wrapped up in your arms

- Another one that won't easily let you go once he's comfortable, if you even shimmy around too much he'll lock his arms around you and pull you closer

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- As usual, it kind of depends? In general he won't mind cuddling because he'd be very fascinated by you and enjoys having you close, if even for unconventional reasons

- Kind of like Michael, will stare at you a lot. Don't mind him lol :^)

- Probably not the type to actually just sit still with you and cuddle, though. The time that's most likely to happen is when he's working as Asa, sitting on the couch and reading through things while you sit next to him

- At those times you'll snuggle up at his side, earning a disapproving (but not really) side-eye as he continues working, though eventually he'll give up and focus his attention on you instead

- As with anything with Asa, even cuddling can be kind of intense and nerve-wracking, mostly because of how intently he'll pay attention to you. Not the most tender unless he's in a rare mood (or sleepy asdflkj) and then he'll let himself be snuggled, or occasionally drape his arm over you and draw you in closer

Otis Driftwood:

- You really think he's gonna just sit there and cuddle with you? *Cuddle*? Well you're right >:(

- Those sorts of moments aren't as few and far between as you might think. He'll have his arm around you half the time anyway, but he'd like cuddling more than he'd admit, at least sometimes

- Especially if you're alone together in his room, he'll be less affectionate around others but when you're alone he'll love when you snuggle up to him, even if he sometimes pretends to be annoyed

- If you like cuddling that helps, if not he won't really initiate it himself most of the time

- Feels really comfortable snuggled up with you like that, however, as out of character as some of you might find that! I think he'd like having his S/O leaned up against him with his arm around them, playing with their hair or just absent-mindedly rubbing their arm a little while he rambles on about things

Charles Lee Ray:

- His initial reaction is similar to Otis. Like...um, Y/N? No. Well, maybe, if you insist. You don't insist? Um...Well, you want to anyway?

- Don't laugh 👀

- He'll never admit it but he can be very clingy and enjoys your attention, though he'll tease you and pretend he doesn't, at least at first

- Surprisingly can be pretty relaxed and maybe not 'sweet', but as close to it as he'll get. Will wrap his arm around you and grin if you rest your head on his shoulder or lean into him

- Sometimes he get in a rare mood in which he'll actually keep you to himself all day, enjoying your attention and affection more than he lets on. Will make no complaints if you're as affectionate as you like, it saves him the trouble of having to actually ask lol (also: likes having his hair played with x_x)

Tiffany Valentine:

- She'd adore affection, so she'd always be ready for cuddles lol (and she deserves them ok)

- If you initiate it first and invite her over to snuggle up with you? She'll melt, unable to stop smiling to herself as she wraps you up in her arms and quickly hides her face

- Can easily remain like that for hours, sometimes falling asleep

- Loves cuddling when you watch movies together, laying her head into your lap or pulling you into her arms while she plays with your hair

- Talkative anytime you cuddle, rambling on about random things. She can be really sweet and romantic, or really dark and sometimes goofy (would love to make you laugh/smile), but no matter what she'll love having you close like that

Josef (Creep):

- Very reluctant about affection and such. Not because he doesn't want it, but because he isn't used to it, and isn't used to being vulnerable around anyone

- You have to take the lead, pulling him close to you and wrapping him up in yourself. He'll be so stiff and unrelaxed at first, smiling over at you in an endearingly awkward way

- Once you get him to relax a little, he'll completely melt, nuzzling up and tangling his arms around you. He's still awkward but it's only because it's new to him and he isn't used to it

- Will either be completely silent or won't stop going on at times like that. If he's going on and you rearrange yourself, sliding up to him closer he'll lose his train of thought, laughing nervously and going quiet

- Probably falls asleep and snores really loudly like right in your ear though, sorry :/

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Purpose of Life. | C.J.H

pairing: yan-android! jongho x f! reader

wordcount: 14.7k (i’m srry LOL)

genre: yandere au, android sci-fi au, one shot smut, non-idol.

sypnosis: This year for your birthday you’re mysteriously gifted a humanoid robot. After much debating you decide to take it in and see what it’s about, with the impression given by many friends of yours who spoke highly of them. When starting new life with Jongho, your own human android, you start to see a different impression when you see how far he’ll go to show you that you’re his only purpose to life.

warning: smut (foreplay, oral, penetration) , 18+ theme, yandere theme, minor character death, buff jongho, strong jongho, size difference, tummy bugle, spanking, temperature play, soft sensual sex, slight cock warming, mutual masturbation, soft jongho, hard jongho, overstimulation, nipple play, dirty talk, eye contact sex?, cream pie (he cnt have kids yall wrap up) , teasing, oral (f receiving) , light degradation (slut used like once.) different positions, kidnapping, mentions of torture, collar, slight pet/master dynamic punishment, collar choking?passing out, dark, slowly descends into madness, manipulation, threats, stalking, blood&gore scene descriptions, abuse, smacking, hair pulling, very dark, android talk, psychotic jongho truly.

A/N: sorry this is so late yall i’m going through a difficult time with personal things, things are getting better kinda HHHAHAH, but my birthday is on ateez comeback, i’m gonna stream sm just like turbulence, and Yeosang and Sans oneshot will be posted soon, i also wrote a drabble (its yunho i might post it later tonight lol) I don’t post when i’m suppose to but i’m always writing :’) i swear i’m just trying to put out what i think is my best work lol T^T IM SORRY FOR ANY MISPELLS or errors!! i got my nails done and i’m getting use to them! also ty for all the notes, inboxes, msg, and follows it makes me love writing more. cries

♡: @heiiomingi @eternalhongshine

The gift stood tall on your porch.

Almost begging you to open it up in front of the crowd of neighbors staring at it. You don’t know what could be so huge but it took you and three other neighbors to get it inside. Completely embarrassed and irritated that they had to help you take a gigantic present inside your messy house. Clearly you weren’t expecting anyone to be coming inside your house at all.

“What gift did you get? Another human?” Your nosey neighbor cracks a joke leading the other neighbors to laugh at his joke but you don’t.

Staring at him with a serious expression you know the term’s ‘Another Human’ goes for a humanoid in this day and age. They were highly talked about and a few of your friends had some and others had experience with them, you also had one experience with an android after your friend had bought one when everyone was raving about how they would fix all your problems, house wise, relationship wise, sexual wise if you wanted. They had their own perfect human. The whole idea was a little hard for you to understand and accept but when it got so big and became a trend everyone raved about it these days as only high money making people bought them.

“No, It’s a closet. I told my mom I needed a new one.” You lie, you never asked your mom for a new closet, let alone would have it gifted to you like this. In all honesty you had no idea what this was and hoped it wasn’t what he was joking about.

Walking them to the door trying your best to rush them out as quickly as possible. Anticipation ate away at you with the possibility of what could be in the huge present. Fear nipped at your mind at seeing an android in it though. Despite everyone’s word on how beautiful and well programmed they were, something about AI being your own pet basically was just a thing you couldn’t wrap your head around fully. The wrapping was gold with a black bow in the middle. A small note is tucked behind the bow waiting for you to open it up.

“Open me up! Discover a new PURPOSE to life! With your own friend you will never be lonely!”

VRS. 008.

ATZ INC.

“What?”

Clawing at the wrapper and feeling your heart stop at the sight. The gasp that leaves your mouth takes all the breath out of your lungs. He looks so perfect it takes your breath away, a huge strong clear glass stood in front of you holding another human looking man, peaceful looks, closed eyes, and much bigger than you. You were startled to say the least, to put it how it felt you were terrified at how human they looked, where did they make the skin, did they take it from a real human? it had birthmarks, pores, creases, and hair follicles. You knew off the bat this was an expensive android or was set to be.

“Oh my god.”

But how did it end up in your possession? Who sent this?

Checking around the wrapping and letter you try to find anything that resembles an address, phone number, email at this point. Anything to help you figure out where this came from but you were left with no leads to anything, just the android and the note. At a complete loss you sit on the couch staring at the motionless bot placed in its glass. A loss for what to do, there’s no way you can take this out of your house by yourself or without catching the attention of your neighbors who will gawk and run up at the droid. Whoever sent this had to know you enough to know your birthday, address, and that was enough to freak you out.

“It looks so creepy.” you can’t help squeal at it in fear. Something about a thing looking human but not being a true human was so terrifying for your human brain to comprehend, but you couldn’t deny the attractiveness of the bot. Gnawing at your bottom lip you completan your options.

Turn it on or Ignore it?

You want to ignore it, there was no way you wanted to leave this thing here in your house while you slept, showered, and lived. Especially with you having to leave tonight for your birthday dinner hosted by your friends. But there was no way you would have enough time to figure this all out and still make it on time to your friends. Then you would be forced to bring him with you. You had to tell someone about this to help you but who could you call, you didn’t really need or want anyone finding out about the Android in your house it would leave you with questions you couldn’t answer at the moment. And you couldn’t deny the small curiosity lingering deep within you, It left you with the answer you would have to figure this all out later.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Y/N! Happy Birthday to you!”

Everyone around the table cheers, you smile widely for the flashes of light coming from your friend’s phones who were recording you in front of your cake. Whistles, laughs, and smiles are thrown all around the table.

For a moment you allow yourself to enjoy the attention on you, it was your day. This was the day you will forget about the android standing in your living room, it was never there in the moment. The special day everyone yearns or dreads for most of the year, this year felt like any other blending into the years that it practically felt like a normal day. You weren’t really hyper about your birthday but that didn't mean you wanted it to be forgotten about, if that made any sense?

The restaurant buzzed with life and it was a pretty flashy restaurant that a lot of people went to on their birthdays but the food was good nonetheless so you really couldn’t complain. Basic and simple sometimes was just enough to make someone like you happy.

“I love the cocktails here, they get me so drunk for so cheap. It’s actually unhealthy.” Yujun takes a sip of her drink.

Laughing you drink your own cocktail, you do agree it is a dangerous game when you order these cocktails, you know from the amount of times you thought you were good only to find you can’t walk straight.

Many shots and a few cocktails are thrown down your throat after singing happy birthday and you can honestly say it was a good time. Nothing too crazy just you and your friends eating and getting drunk like any other’s birthday.

“What did you get for your birthday?” Your friend Jihoon asks loudly over the music playing in the

“Nothing, just money really. Families tend to care less when you’re older.” Laughing to cover up your lie you sip the drink trying to drown your guilt about hiding the Android from your friends away.

Drinking was supposed to do the job of helping you forget the certain present at your home, yet, all it did was heighten your curiosity. Maybe you weren’t as incurious as you set yourself out to be in the beginning of the day, since you stepped foot out your house you wanted to run right back to your apartment and turn on the android even after your conscious screamed at you that you should just get rid of it, but any sense you had was wearing thin with each sip you took of your alcoholic beverage, the giddiness in your stomach gave you the nostalgic feeling of being a kid on christmas. The feeling indeed did confuse you a ton, why were you so eager and curious about something you did seem to care about as much as others a few months prior.

“Y/N! Hello?” Sunhee tries to catch your attention from beside you poking at your shoulder.

Blinking, you put the glass that you were sipping from down and blinked towards your friend Jihoon snaps his fingers in front of your face trying to catch your attention.

“I’m sorry, these drinks are really addicting.” The lies seem to flow so easily out your mouth these days you raise the glass again sipping to make your point clear on how good the drink was to have caught your full blown attention. You try not to allow the guilt to fill you, at the thought of this was your own birthday celebration and your mind was far from being here with your friend and was still on the android who seemed to pique your interest much more than your own friends.

Sunhee and Jihoon start their own conversation leaving you to your thoughts again, swirling the straw around your drink as you think about all the questions that roam your mind with no answers to them. With the drinks setting into place and your rationality slipping away with every sip, you can’t stop the itching urge to leave right now and turn on the android.

Hours passed, your friend and you got drunk to your heart's content, you made sure to make use of the kindness they showed you that night by paying for all your drinks, and cab back home. Soon enough you couldn’t take the urge to go back and you made an excuse about how you felt way too drunk and nauseous, you desperately needed to go home.

With shaky hands you fiddle with the lock on the Glass box. Finally home you finally have what’s been on your mind all night. The suspicion of what will happen when you turn on the humanoid ate away at you all night even with your friends, all you could think about was the gift standing in your living room. Metal cold on your fingertips you have another mental battle with yourself again if this is what you wanted to do, the weighted feeling in your stomach.

Maybe drinking a ton of alcohol and deciding to open the special present you received anonymously was not the best decision you ever made in your life, it was pushing towards one of the dumbest decisions you would ever make. But, you were here, fumbling with the tumbler lock, you find a red key dangling behind the black bow. Your drunken mind praises you for seeing it, you didn’t see it earlier, it must be fate that you saw it now, it means you must open it now.

Stumbling over the wrapping on the floor from previously opening the gift you grab the bow with the bright red key. Feeling the effects of your nerves take over your intoxicated state, shaky hands begin to unlock the box. The feeling feels as if you opened a door to a new world.

Standing there tall, you didn’t know what you expected but the man standing like a beautiful sculpture sculpted by the gods of your dreams—just for you, was not it. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you were memorized by his beauty, envying how beautiful his lashes laid across his cheeks, his perfectly pink lips, tall and strong.

Realizing your drunken mind didn’t exactly think to its full content when you realize, how will you get this man out the box alone?, he must be heavy with the muscles he attains. Examining his muscles, your eyes glance at the shining reflection of something. Something you nearly missed. A circled button the size of a bottle cap placed right in the inner biceps of his arms. The metal felt cold and smooth upon touching your finger tips, a few pushes didn’t do anything, you were running out of hope of this thing turning on, there were no directions, instructions, anything for you to learn with.

Holding the button exceptionally longer this time you gasped, stumbling back when you heard a small metal clink.

“Oh! You’re on!” Shocked when you see dull red lights that traced all through his left arm, watching the red intensify into a brighter red. Not noticing the pattern before too enchanted by his muscle. When your shock wears off, you see his eyes scanning around the room.

“May I step out?” Hearing his voice feels eerie, his voided emotions, you wonder if they all speak this way or are they allowed to change their voice. Multiple questions flooded your brain and you fought the urge to lay them all out on him right now.

“Yes, Um…

“I’m Android 008 of the ATEEZ collection. ATZINC will be releasing their first limited and new set of Androids to be your own personal companion. My database says I'm Choi Jongho.” He speaks his voice coming off stoic and manual like.

Nodding you walk towards the couch trying to put space between you and the android, without being so obvious to show how his voice puts fear in you, you do feel a little on edge hearing a human looking man speak so robotic, “Why wasn’t there any address? contact information on the note? It’s pretty creepy getting a Humanoid out of nowhere.”

Never was it your intention to come off rude but more to be straightforward, but now from his face you see your drunk decision of asking wasn’t the best when he shows you a hurt looked, a little too identical to

a puppy who has been kicked down. You really didn’t want to beat around the bush about these things, especially when the man standing here in your living room, though your drunken mind couldn’t stop the exhaustion hitting you, all you wanted to do was lay in your bed and knock out.

“I don’t know, I only know my core values and basic information. I know who I am built by but I do not know any name, address, or traces as well.” Hearing his tone sounded genuine and confused, it changed by itself automatically, just heightens your fear along with your guilt of sounding rude earlier and you want to apologize again.

“It’s really late…” ‘I shouldn’t have done this so late and drunk, or done this at all.’ Is what you want to continue saying but you bite back the words taking a deep breath, “You can take the guest room.”

There’s no going back.

A few days had passed and you were getting more and more comfortable per say with having an android around, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be. It was pretty normal. Everything almost fell into place so nicely. It was still weird though, living with someone other than yourself.

Jongho was off, getting more comfortable in your guest room and you were happy for the extra room at the moment. You didn’t expect to have an android or ever get one so you didn’t have the need to go out and seek things for one, but you felt bad if you were to make him sleep on the small couch in the living room. Although the guest room was pretty bland and collected dust over the couple of months being unused, it was better than nothing.

Wiping down the kitchen counter you clean up the mess from dinner trying to hurry up so you can shower. Many questions roam around in your mind. You have a lot of questions you want to ask Jongho but you don’t want to come off overbearing or too annoying, the thought of annoying him makes you want to laugh since he’s under your roof and you basically own him. Thinking about owning him makes you feel different emotions, you feel weird owning something that's not what used to be normal, like a pet. But, part of you feels proud to own an android after all they are naturally seeked by today’s society, so owning one was something others could be envious of, which is also why you decided to keep it a secret for the moment being. No need to rush into anything, it was your business after all and you didn’t need to share that part of your life if you didn’t feel the need to.

Soon enough you see him emerge from down the steps, and the feeling of having someone else present in your house other than you is still very new to you. You’re trying to make him feel as home-y as you can make it, by cooking dinner now even knowing if he was hungry but it felt like the most respectful and domesticated thing to do.

“Jongho? Um do you, are you, would you like some food?” Stumbling over your words you gulp looking at the pot on the stove, you were on your way to put it on the fridge but you didn’t know if androids got hungry or even needed food, did they even need regular human necessities? Just thinking of the thoughts sends chills down your spine, they are much more resilient and better than an average human.

“Yeah, sure. Thank you.” He makes sure to send you a comforting smile.

Relaxing your shoulders and letting out a small breath you didn’t know you held, his relaxing tone really did help calm you down. He was so nonchalant, you couldn’t hear the monotone in his voice, he laughed more and told jokes. You internally thanked him for making the experience much more bearable than you had originally pictured it to be, because although it was new, foreign, and felt weird, you weren’t disgusted or annoyed with him.

“Is it bad If I have the urge to ask a lot of questions?” Walking around to hand him the plate of food, you decide to bring up the questions you were habouring in your mind.

“No, No it’s perfectly normal. Especially since you said that I was just left here without a trace, I can only assume you would have a lot of questions.” Eating his food. You watch him closely as he swallows perfectly fine, continuing to eat. The whole experience seems much more than it is to you, when you see something not human doing human things. “I’m programmed to know the basic information of myself as a product, I’m also coded to react, perceive, and do things just like a human.”

“Can you shower? or interact with water or does that interfere with stuff?”

“Yes I can shower, water does not kill me. I’m pretty durable.”

“Do you guys, can you guys die?” You think back to the button you pressed, curiosity itching at you to know about it.

A quick look passed through his eyes before he smiles returning to his calming state, “Not technically, but the button you turned me on, it can be pressed If I want to shut off, it takes around ten seconds until it activates for the reason of decision making and for consent, since it’ll have to be a mutual decision making.”

“If you were to be turned off, does that mean you can never be turned on again?”

“Yes but the more I am rebooted, the less functionable I will become. Similar to a human if they become sick or hurt and never fully heal and just continue to become sick, they’ll die, for us we will no longer be able to reboot after being restarted many times.” Swallowing the last bit of food Jongho looks at you with a worried expression, “Sometimes androids can become very dangerous after being restarted.”

Jongho’s words send panic through you, and the look of worry he gives you makes you believe the color drained from your face. Questioning what you had done, was this even what you wanted, letting curiosity win, allowing yourself to engage in what everyone raves about, still you should have known—nothing in life ever comes free.

“But you don’t have to worry, you won’t ever have a need to turn me off. I promise you, and it’s after a few tries this becomes about. I take it as if you are done with something you won’t be going back to, so if down the road we ever decide to turn me off you don’t need to reboot me up.”

His words soothe all your nerves and you think about how nice you have it, he would willingly be okay with going about turning himself off if anything was to occur. While also reassuring you that there would never be a need for you to want to turn him off, he was gladly going to respect and accept any rules you were going to set.

Deciding to end the conversation for the time being, you didn’t want to know anymore at the moment, “We should get ready for bed, I know you don’t have any sleep wear but I have this oversize shirt, maybe you can fit in it.”

Jongho nods, helping you put the plates away, even telling you he’ll take care of the dishes and for you to rest upstairs. Not giving him a chance to change your mind you rush upstairs, a hot shower is what you need to relax, adjusting is overwhelming sometimes, but you know at any moment you want you can stop this.

Later that night you stood up researching things about Androids, how to live with them, celebrities review, videos on it. Everything you came across was good reviews, still you knew not to be fooled by what the press put out to the public, some if not most press information always was in favor of social standards, of course they would fabricate anything for reads and gains. Yawning allows yourself to rest for the night when you see midnight already passed by.

“Jongho?!” Gasping you're awakened when you see a shadow at the end of your bed.”

“You scared me, Why are you just standing there?!” Holding your chest, you don’t mean to sound angry but being awoken to your android standing over you in the middle of the night, staring at you with a small smile. With your room dark with only the low television humming in the background you can’t help feel creeped out. Cursing under your breath you sit up quickly wrapping the covers around your chest to cover your braless state.

“Why are you not resting? Actually, why are you standing here right now?” Your voice comes out groggily as you feel the effects of being sleepy still weigh down on you.

Sitting up completely you wait for his answer looking at him in his underwear you force your eyes away from the noticeable tent pressing at the briefs, you don’t know if he’s hard or just well endowed—and shirt that you thought would fit him decent since it fit you quite oversized unfortunately that wasn’t the case when you see just how tight it appears to be on him, his biceps appeared to strain against the cheap fabric of the worn out shirt. He looks like a model straight out of a sexy calendar shoot.

“I don’t have any pillows…But I didn't want to wake you up. You seemed very tired.”

Finally you hear him, he speaks in a whisper and probably not to disrupt the tiredness still present in you anymore than he had too. Blinking forces you out of the frozen state when you watch his shuffle to place his hands over his boxer to block any eyes, specifically your eyes from eyeing his private areas. After you realize you’ve been eyeing him down since he woke you up with his presence you make a mental note to buy some pajamas that would fit him and cover him up way more.

“I’m gonna get you pajamas tomorrow.” You cough out, and now your body decides to catch up with your current situation, you feel your cheeks heating up and your stomach twisting in small knots. Mentally cursing yourself for not answering his question first and now you made it more obvious you were gawking at him just a few seconds ago.

“Pillows! Yes, um, just use this one.”

Grabbing the pillow beside you quickly throwing it to him, to your surprise he catches it with quick reflexes sending you an amused smile. Laying back down you watch him leave, letting your eyes trail down to his perfectly shaped buttocks, and you curse under your breath, thinking to yourself how truly perfect this man could get.

Shopping in public with a piece of hunk by your side was something you didn’t think you could get used to. Simple things such as looking for a shirt for him felt so overwhelming, more so with him close behind you breathing down your neck, humming in approval at the ones he likes and ignoring the ones he doesn’t. His fingers would graze across your waist when he would move over to allow you to move.

Every single time he made contact with you, you couldn’t help feel your cheeks heat up at any interaction. In a desperate attempt to get some time to breathe from Jongho you handed him a bunch of clothes motioning for him to go try it on in the changing room. Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you held in when you were alone. Even his scent of cologne that stuck to his body was starting to heat your body up whenever he was around. You didn’t know if you were just horny or missing a touch, maybe he was doing this. Any assumptions didn't matter anymore, just that you were extremely attracted to your human android.

If someone was to tell you a couple years ago when you were just hearing about AI, and the new wave of Humanoids that you would one day own one, and be attracted to one—you’ll laugh in their face and call them a plain idiot.

Each and every single outfit Jongho tried on forced your thighs closer together, crossing them to send some pressure to your core. Only being a week in you feel terrible for gawking at him every second, eating in every detail he allows you to see in him.

Skinny jeans on him is a curse disguised as a blessing to you, you feel your cheeks heat up whenever his voice would ask “Does this look good on me?” — you hold back all the compliments you want to yell his way. Simply nodding and sending a thumbs up you don’t trust your voice to help you not sound like a fool, you will for sure word vomit.

When you glance at Jongho again you tell yourself you’re imagining things when you see the slyst smirk appear on his lips. You begin to think he’s not the most innocent you make him out to be.

When the months began pass by, everything began moving quickly and everything fell into place. So smoothly, you understood, they weren’t as much money as you expected them to be. Jongho barely ate and usually just energized through sleep and working out, which freaked you out in a sense, yet was a relief on the money you saved once you realized you were still basically paying everything for yourself only. That didn’t mean you never bought Jongho things, you actually splurged on him quite a bit, buying him a phone, learning his style more so you can buy him more clothes. Through time it began to feel like you had a friend instead of owning an android, Jongho thought on his own, had his own opinion on things, even having his own dislikes and likes.

That horniness you felt for Jongho those months ago, never went away. A part of you think’s Jongho is playing with your mind, the way he watches you when you cook dinner, or after showering, when you watch movies with him. How his hands linger, brushing against your skin whenever he moves to make himself more comfortable, or to always see what you’re up too. He found a new liking in peering over your shoulder, letting his finger tips graze against your hips, just to be gone as quick as he came to you.

“So you said this was one of your favorite movies?” Jongho’s voice pulls you out of your sexual trance that you suffer a lot these days due to your constant horny state. Almost cursing at him for distracting your daydream of sutle touches and high sexual tension.

Nodding your head you look over at him, seeming him closer than he was before. Everything in your body wills you not to look down at his pink lips, those pink lips. You faintly see him licking his lips that same sly smirk reaching towards his lips.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” Whispering you lean closer to him wanting to dab in the side everyone whispers about these days.

“What do you mean?”

Your eyes flutter close when you feel his soft words brush over your lips, he’s gotten closer, as well—you realize. Deciding enough is enough, you make the first move, pressing your lips into his, stalling your movements for a moment to test the waters, until you feel his move against yours. Jongho takes the lead in kissing you, opting for a slow steady kiss, there was no need to rush when he was just getting started with you. He’s quick to discard your baggy shirt, over the moon when he’s met with your braless state.

“The first time I saw these tits in that tank top you slept in, I wanted to touch them, kiss them, play with them.” Moaning out when you feel his lips attach to your right nipple, all while playing a game of pleasure and pain with the other. Sliding his free hand into your simple pajama shorts, his fingers search blindly for your love button. Teeth grazing at your sensitive nipple, the whimper that falls from your lips is pitiful. When the fabric of your panties along with tour shorts becomes too annoying for Jongho’s liking he yanks them off your legs.

“Take off your clothes.” Pouting at him you really want to see his body bare, all the times he walked around in a towel drops of water sliding down his chest blessed your mind, you remember the first time he had walked up to you how he innocently asked for the lotion like he wasn’t purposely teasing you, how you bit your bottom lip that night so hard suppressing the moan that wanted to slip while you touched yourself to the thought of him. You want to know what he would do if he found out you touched yourself to the thought of him before. Ridding himself of his clothes, Jongho is quick to get back to his mission of pleasing you, he couldn’t afford a second to be interrupted after he finally got what he wanted.

Spreading your thighs, you eye Jongho as he looks at your soaked pussy like you’re not human but a meal to indulge in, and he was a starving man. Heat flares through your stomach, to your clit, back to your cheeks. You believe your living room became a few degrees hotter, when Jongho leans down, using both his hands to spread your lips and get the best look at your cunt. Taking in a sharp breath when you feel him gently blow on your clit, earning him a mewl of approval from you.

“Have to stretch you out, I don’t think you can take my dick yet.” He speaks like his breath is gone, while his eyes train on your soaking cunt before going down and wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, pressing his tongue flat against the bud. His fingers curled with every thrust making sure to send you further to the edge with every motion. Looking up at you Jongho watches you shudder in pleasure, finally after getting you to the point of no return he gets to revel in the pleasure of you.

“You’re doing so good.” Trailing his free hand up your chest he cups your right breast, tongue continuing his flicks on your clit. His mouth works wonders on your pussy, drinking up everything you give him, fingers moving at a comfortable pace, your legs lock around his head. You haven’t felt this pleasure, especially at this peak, this was a new all time high of pleasure.

“I’m gonna come.” Warning him your fingers grasp onto his hair pulling on the silky strands, “Oh Fuck.”

His fingers finally change from the steady maintaining thrust to a rough quick one. His other hand finds their way to your ass pulling you closer to his mouth and fingers, the deadly combination all you need to get thrown over the edge with he sucks on your swelling clit, curling his fingers to press on your g-spot. White and black dots blind your vision while any noise turns into background noise.

It takes you a few minutes to come down from the high he launched you into, finally landing on the clouds you listen to his sweet words praising you— ‘Good girl’ , ‘Did so well for me’—You find yourself turning into mush in his embrace, finally embracing the perks of having your birthday gift—even after months of waiting.

“I wanna ride you.” Breathlessly you look at him through blissed out eyes, remembering his thighs in the skinny jeans, how you wish to bounce on his dick until you couldn’t comprehend anything else but that.

“Go on, fuck yourself on my cock.” His words go straight to your core, a gush of wetness collecting at your cunt. Taking his cock into your hand you tease the tip with your slit, gasping when it nudges your swollen clit. Jongho watches you, eyes hazed with lust, mouth parted, a small groan leaving his mouth when you slowly begin to sink yourself down onto him. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were keeping, the burn of the stretch his thickness gave you

“Does it feel good?” Jongho breathlessly ask trying to contain his movements, fighting the urge to fuck himself into you.

Rocking back and forth slowly you feel yourself getting drunk off the pleasure every time his cock nudges your g-spot and kisses your cervix gently. Planting your hands on his chest you look down at him taking in how good he looked at the moment. In the moment he looked like he was rightfully a human but he wasn’t fucking like one. You loved the deadly combination a little more than you would ever admit to yourself. If anyone told you, you would be fucking yourself on an androids dick you would’ve looked at them as though they lost their mind, however here you were. Lifting yourself up you moaned loudly when you made your way down keeping the rhythm until you were fully bouncing on his cock.

Looking down you watch the way your pussy swallows Jongho hard length whole, mewling when he thrust up to meet you, “It feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at how cock shows through your stomach, baby. Fucking-shit.”

Looking down you see the outline of his cock pushing against your bottom stomach, and the moan you let out is exceptionally loud, you can’t seem to care when Jongho was fucking you so good. His pace was perfect, not too rough, just enough for you to feel every inch of his length and girth. The burn you felt from the stretch went on to intensify the pleasure bubbling in your stomach.

The pleasure feels overwhelming, almost. You feel your knees tense and tremble from the heated pleasure coursing through your whole body. Everything was hot, raw, and intense. Sweat forming on both yourself and him, it doesn’t throw you off but instead pushes you further on him. You never experienced something so euphoric. Now you understand, you understand why everyone craves these things, they fuck and look like gods.

“Fuck, Jongho I-I’m..”

“I know baby, I know. Come for me. Being such a good girl for me, taking my dick so well, taking everything I give you so well.” Pressing his forehead against yours you don’t pull away, only letting his lips swallow your gasping cries in a heated kiss when the knot in your stomach snaps quicker than you could’ve expected catching you off guard. Threading your fingers through his hair you can’t help pulling on it not even knowing if it’ll affect Jongho too wrapped in your pleasurable state, especially when he rolled his hips into yours, his thick tip softly kissing your cervix deliciously gentle now. His strong hands grip your ass rolling your hips into his, his lips never leave yours only deepening the kiss sliding his tongue into your mouth. Everything feels feverishly hot, the way your body sticks to him, how he moves you to his tune with such ease has you melting more into him.

Throughout his torturously slow pace and his fingers find their way to play with your oversensitive bud, pulling away to watch you twist and turn from the tremendous pleasure shooting through you. Back arching, your hand tries to stop his two digits from flicking at your swollen clit.

“So sensitive.” He purrs at the way you begin to writhe under his touch.

“You can come again, right? Being such a good girl for me.” His praises flutter your heart more than you expected and your walls flutter around his cock. “Does my baby like being praised? I can feel your pussy tightening every time I speak.”

You thought his words could truly send you into another spiraling orgasm, mindlessly rubbing your hips onto his harder, you don’t recognize how you blindly started fucking yourself on his cock with every word he whispered into your ear. Hugging him tightly you chase your own high again, Jongho’s fingers helping you meet the overwhelming pleasure—His baby, floats around your thoughts, whimpering at the bubble of pleasure ready to pop in your stomach

“Baby come with me—”

“—You look so good like this.”

“Gonna come.” Riding him faster you cry out when the head of his cock repeatedly hits that spot in you with every single thrust.

“Jongho, I’m gonna come.” Warning him once more you shake in his hold screaming his name out when he thrust into you rougher, crying out in pleasure when you come around him, a rush of bliss running throughout your body. Jongho twitches inside you trembling, a string of curses leave his lips before they attach themselves to your neck, shuddering when you the tingling sensation with every mark he leaves on your neck, slowly bringing you back down from cloud nine.

“I’m sorry our first time was on the couch.” He breathlessly laughs after a few months of heavy breathing and soft touches—giggling along with him not fully down from your euphoric state. “I hope the time spent made up for it.”

Feeling his breath on your neck you bite back the moan you want to release, you begin wondering if he ever runs out of stamina. He probably could fuck you for hours on end everyday and even though you know your human body probably couldn’t handle it, the thought still sent a wave of arousal through your body. Lately you find yourself falling into your thoughts more and more, they always end up being about Jongho, you can’t help the way your mind imagines everything with him, you've gotten so used to him these past couple months.

You opened sides of yourself you never thought could happen, you felt things you never felt whilst also reminiscing on feelings you missed. You missed being held and loved, and this birthday present was probably more cherishable than you thought it would have been.

Lately you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched everywhere you went. At the grocery store, the mini mart, checking the mail, you began to think you were just playing games with yourself. Then one day you decided to test the theory out, walking mindlessly in a park for an hour you pretended to not see the man far behind you. Still it wasn’t enough, so you decided to go into a cafe and order your usual drink and standing outside the cafe no less than ten minutes you see him walk inside. You drink your hot drink shaking in the cold weather while you watch Jongho talk to the same worker who took your order.

It takes you about a week to find the courage to question Jongho. You fight with yourself mentally on why you didn’t approach him that day, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to admit you were scared of what he could do to you. Nonetheless, the eerie feeling you felt never ceased to settle down. You felt like you were living in a house with a stranger after he made you feel so comfortable with him. He had you play like a fool and you fell into everything so blindly, without any second thought you ask Jongho the question that's been lingering in the back of your mind—even when you know the answer.

“Jongho, have you been… watching me? While I'm out?” Deep inside you hope your question throws him off and he lies, you don’t want to believe Jongho has been watching you any time you guys weren’t together. Why would he be so sneaky? Did he not trust you? A bunch of questions ran through your mind only forcing you to become more nauseous with concern .

Looking to the side to face him, stomach becomes queasy when his lips curve into a small smile. There’s no sense of shame in his behavior. Cold fingers intertwined with you, red lights engraved in his arms, you didn’t understand what they did and that small thought sent you down a hole of dark thoughts.Not knowing his body functions, not knowing anything about him truly. Everything slaps you back in your face. The cough reminds you of the first time you gave yourself to him, you feel served.

“Is it so bad?” He doesn’t deny it and you begin to panic, Jongho as always could sense your fear.

“I’m only protecting you! You need me to take care of you, anyone could hurt you at any moment.” His words are desperate now, he’s trying to get you to see from his point of view but you can’t now when you feel all your privacy had been ripped from you,

“I don’t like it, Jongho! I understand you want to protect me but please this is not okay, you have to see that it’s not right to follow me and I don’t know that you are.” Crying out you can’t understand how he’s okay with what he’s doing. He wasn’t even allowed to leave without letting you know, “You need to stop. I don’t like it.”

Jongho’s smile doesn’t make you feel any less irritated, only forcing more annoyance on you, he was clearly taking you as a joke and it felt like a slap in the face. He might as well have laughed in your face at this point with the amusing look he gave you, was he not embarrassed? that he got caught watching you? does he not sense the oddness of his action

“I don’t want you to follow me anymore. You aren’t supposed to leave the house” Standing up and putting some authority in your voice you hope it’s enough to get your point across. The conversation felt like it was going nowhere, this was your desperate attempt to put some boundaries that clearly weren’t made clear to Jongho.

“I’m serious, Jongho. Don't do it again, or this, whatever this was or is, will be done.”

You didn’t like resulting in threats, especially to Jongho after growing such a soft spot for him despite his actions, you knew they were weird and off, but, when he made it seem like he was only trying to protect you, you found yourself in an inner battle with yourself. Knowing well enough his actions weren’t okay, you’re quick to want to put an end to it but to even second guess how you felt in this situation scared you bringing back the thought of what Jihoon had said— were you really changing?

“You can’t do that.”

His smile completely wiped from his face, his eyes shooting you a sharp look of shock, and outraged. You catch a glimpse of his hands turning, looking at him you feel a wave of fear course through you at the imagine of what would happen if you actually tried to turn him off, you didn’t even upfrontly say it due to the fear of even thinking of him flipping out if you tried to disconnect him.

“Jongho, Please, All you have to do is stop following me.”

“Okay, then stay home.”

Shocked at his words you scoff stepping back, all fear you feel diminishing and turning into anger. This was your house, you owned him, not the other way around. He had the nerve to even speak like this to you. With each second you were starting to regret even having opened and turned him on, clearly things were wrong with this version of AI.

“Let me find out, it’s that little friend of yours putting nonsense into you.”

Gasping you look at him with a look as if he has two heads, “ Are you talking about Jihoon? What are you going to do Jongho? You sound crazy, do you not hear you.”

“You threatened to turn me off.”

“I-I…I didn’t say that Jongho, I never said that.” You feel stupid, being afraid to voice your true intentions with a lie that anyone could tell was fake.

“Yet you insinuated it, after everything? you would want to turn me off, because I made sure you were okay?” His voice holds a mixture of annoyance and hurt, “If you don’t want me to protect you anymore, I’ll stay home.”

Leaving you alone in the living room he makes his way to the room, you hear the room to the left—the guest room slam shut. He hasn’t used the room ever since the night you guys had sex on the couch, he made his spot present on your bed, his warmth was something you were already use to, yet tonight you should be ripped of any warmth provided by him.

“You were with him.”

“Jongho, please.” You sigh, taking off your coat. You didn’t not want to deal with his jealousy right now, ever since you had that argument with him about following you, he promised to stop and he did, yet it only forced him to become more on edge whenever you left. Most times you stood home just to avoid his looks of irritation and attitude whenever you came back from going anywhere without him.

“You smell like him, and it disgust me.” His sour expression declared his distaste for Jihoon.

All you did was go out for a few hours with Jihoon, simply to help him buy his little sister a birthday gift, but that to Jongho was equivalent to cheating or abandoning him, as he likes to call it.

“We only went to the mall.”

“I’ll shower.” Trying to put the fire out before it blows up, desperately not wanting to fall into another argument with Jongho.

“I’ll help take the smell off, there's always time for showers later.”

His warm embrace swallows you whole. Back leaning into his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around your frame, goosebumps rose on your skin when the feeling of his warm lips brushed against the curve of your neck sending the ticklish sensation all over your body. Falling into the pool of pleasure you let yourself embrace the pleasurable side of Jongho—anything but an argument.

“Jongho—” You moan, subconsciously tilting your head allowing him to leave more kisses on your neck. Quickly he picks you up with ease walking to your bedroom.

Placing on the bed you can’t take a moment to situate yourself when his lips are already on yours kissing you urgently, slipping his tongue into your mouth easily deepening the kiss to his liking. Fingers holding your cheeks loving while the other lift your shirt up, quick to rid of you any clothing he considered unnecessary—which was all to him. Your body is rid of any fabric completely leaving you bare for Jongho to take everything in.

“Please, don’t make me wait.” You plea against his lips moving your hands to quickly discard him of his shirt, momentarily breaking the kiss to remove the light piece of fabric, then your hands are all over his chest touching anything you can get your hands on.

Skin smooth and warm, only making you want to touch him more. Any thought that came to interrupt your pleasurable moment was snatched away with Jongho’s lips kissing you all over your chest, breast, arms, everywhere we can get. Nearly every inch of your neck made contact with his lips, leaving you to become nothing but a puddle of pleasure.

Jongho removed his bottoms and underwear, already throbbing hard from the act in the living room. Using his precum to help pump his cock in his hand, he moans around your neck, choosing to lift his gaze to watch you, “Touch yourself for me, get yourself ready to take my dick.”

Moaning out like a bitch in heat you do exactly what he says, because right now it’s exactly how you feel when your brain memorizes to play with your clit mindlessly in front of him, slipping two fingers into your soaked pussy, you fuck yourself on your fingers, eyes flickering between Jongho and his moving hand. All you can feel is the desire to please him and have him please you in the way you know he can—play your body like his most prized instrument, play to his heart's content. A guttural moan leaves Jongho when he squeezes his hand around his length, his eyes never leave your sight, taking in the way you play with yourself, edging him faster to fuck you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Grabbing your hand to stop your movement, he pulls your fingers to his mouth, sucking your essence off your digits. Removing his mouth from your hand he gives your an eager kiss after he felt like he would

explode if he didn’t get any sort of release at any moment.

“Turn around, with your ass up.”

Before he can blink you’re turned around, ass up. Eager to finally have his cock in you. Selfishly you embrace the feeling he gives you when he finally slides his cock into your warm pussy. Letting him claim his place in you once again, a way that warms his heart and what he would be his heart if he had one.

“S-shit, Jongho. Right there. ” The moans are loud and bouncing off the walls along with the sound of low grunts and skin clapping when he removes your fingers from his mouth to concentrate on his pace. The way he never let up on his relentless thrust only snapping his hips harder into yours pushing the middle of your back down onto the bed, only forcing himself deeper into you, the immense amount of pleasure has your eyes widening when one thrust hads you shaking under him.

Gripping the sheets tightly you fear you may rip them but there was no time to think of that when Jongho was fucking you so good right now, all you could think about was his cock hitting your g-spot with such force it had your sight blurring and eyes crossing. He hasn’t broken a sweat from the living room, to masturbating, to fucking you so well and through it all kept his pace going non-stop. Sweat layered your skin whilst your pussy juice continued to leak out of you like you were a waterfall. Besides the fact Jongho had a love for dirty talking in your ear, whispering the most absurd sentences that had you quivering in white blinding heat.

“I’m gonna come-” Coming out in a slur manner, a moan interrupted your sentence. you cry out in pleasure, body tipping over the edge, the knot in your stomach only grew stronger and stronger; you could practically grasp your orgasm with your fingertips.

“Fuck, the way you tighten around me everytime I hit your sweet spot.” Too caught in your web of pleasure you just shake under him feeling yourself come undone once again a loud cry leaving your lip turning to endless sobs. His pace only grew rougher and you drift into the never ending waves of pleasure, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling, your knees no longer strong enough to hold you up. “You’re dripping all over my cock, making a mess of yourself. What would your little friend think if he saw how I have you right now?”

Ice cold fingertips tug at your sensitive nipples, shocking you forcing your back to arch into his chest, writhing in overwhelming pleasure you try to move away from his touch, but he’s so strong compared to you, you don’t move an inch. Just when you think it’s too much his cold touch soon turns warm, confusing your human body with the different temperatures.

“Gonna fuck you forever. Make you mine. Only I can see you this way.” He whispers in your ear with every thrust becoming more sloppy, you feel his lips drag over the shell of your ear.

“Say you’re mine.”

Basking in the pleasure he gives you, you don’t let the urging, pleading, desperate tone of his throw you off in the moment. Any other moment would have you looking at him weirdly, the tone he had messed up the atmosphere in the room. And, given the moment you felt heat pool around your stomach at his command, part of you liked it.

Whining loudly when you feel his hand on your asscheek three times in a row, forcing a stinging sensation to spread only igniting more heat to your core, mewling softly when his cool hand soothes the heated skin. Jongho can’t help the chuckle that leaves him when he feels you clench around him. He doesn’t know if your pleasure feels how he does but if he was programmed and coded correctly to mimic human emotions then you should feel the carnal desire he feels spreading throughout his body.

With every roll and grind hot pleasure shot through your core mixing pleasure with pain from the overstimulation your body was put through but you couldn’t care for it, just wanting to feel more.

“Turn around, I wanna see your face when I come.” His breath sends tingles down your spine when you hear his pleasured filled voice directly in your ear. When he playfully nips at the top of your ear, you take it as your que to turn around, which you do quickly, forgetting everything else in the past to enjoy the pleasure he brings to you.

Cupping your face in his hands, his thrust never falters in their motion. He knows your body so well it never ceases to amaze you with how quick he can have you turning into putty in his hands. Hot pleasure spreads throughout your spine landing back into your lower stomach. You feel the sweat forming on your hairline, it becomes the least of your worries when you can only worry about the release that’s lingering in front of your face with every sharp thrust Jongho gives you.

Crying out when he removes his cock from your sensitive core. Clenching around nothing you whimper when you feel his cold fingers play with your swollen bud, fingers slipping between your slit dipping into your core. Pressing his two fingers into your soaking pussy he arches his digits pressing that spot that has you trembling as you moan his name, “I asked you a question, love.” he refers back to his demand.

“I’m yours, only yours.” Leaning in your kiss him in a heated manner trying to distract yourself from the words you were assuring him with. Distracting both you and him from the uncertainty and fear lingering in your voice. Already too late you gave into the pleasure, letting it blow away any thought that wasn’t on Jongho, you didn’t feel worry when all you can focus on is the burning need to have Jongho.

Pressing his lips into yours, his kisses are always desperate and full of need these days. Jongho’s warm hands leave you dangerously close to the edge, your release felt like water in your hand, so quick to slip away from you when he deemed enough. Gently lifting your leg over his shoulder, the deeper his cock sinks into you and you think you’ll never fully get used to his size. Shaking in his grasp you cry out abruptly thrown over the edge from his cock only, pushing against the bed, uneven breath’s leave your swollen lips in a feeble attempt to control the pleasure attacking your sensitive core and lower stomach.

“You came just from me entering you.” A small growl leaves his throat when you walls flutter uncontrollably around him, “Missed my cock that much? Knew I made you into my own little personal slut.”

A deep gasp leaves you when he forces himself out of your pussy to snap his hips right back in, beginning the pattern of his deep thrusts. His warm hand grasps your jaw, swallowing your noise in a deep kiss, wrapping your other leg around his back, you moan into his rough kiss, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm still lingering throughout your body, twitching and shuddering when his thrust becomes sloppy.

“Fuckfuck, I’m gonna come.”

His lips dance over yours while he speaks you both through the quick approach high, the way he fucks you, looks at you, kisses you, is so intense there’s not a chance to deny the beating of your heart slamming against your chest wildly. Sent over the edge again in one night, holding him close to you, legs tensing when he removes his cock from you rubbing his hand quickly on his cock, fingers pressing into the underside of his tip, fucked out expression as he come undone spilling his seed all over your swollen pussy and abdomen.

Lifting his head he looks at you with a pleased glaze in his eyes leaning down to kiss you softly now, nothing like before. Falling to the side of the bed catching his breath quicker than you could ever, his fingers turn cool on your heated skin, grazing his fingertips on your cheek, “Lets clean you up.”

Nodding mindlessly you wait to feel his arms enveloping around your frame, in the moment you allow your mind to rest from the thoughts of his possessive nature, because, although he might be too protective for your liking—he never fails to take care of you in ways you couldn’t yourself.

Many always say it’s the calm before the storm, or the straw that broke the camel's back. Nothing good can always last forever, not in this world. Something will always come and bite you in your ass even if you didn’t deserve it.

Dashing to the guest room, you find Jongho taking off his sweater. That navy blue hoodie, the same one you see walking across the street from you when you went to grab a few more groceries on your way back home. You knew it was him the moment you saw the blue hoodie behind a group of teens keeping up pace with you.

“Hey.” Trying to control your breathing from running home to see if you can catch him, you did. But you can’t let your anger over take you right now, it would only lead to an argument and make up sex. You would get nowhere, this had become a toxic situation you no longer wanted to be in.

“Are you going anywhere?” Referring to his hoodie he had, he never wore hoodies inside. You need to make a plan, clearly the boundaries you had set no longer matter to him and he didn’t care for any of the concerns you had about him being overbearing. Slowly the curtain was being pulled back and you were seeing the true side of him.

“No, I’m just cold.”

Cold? Does he think you’re an idiot?

“Can you actually head over to the 24/7 store? We need some things for the house.” You force your eyes to stay on him and not wander away, anything to not seem nervous around him.

“Sure.” Confused when you see his palm out towards you, “The money…for the store.”

“Oh yeah!” Quickly running to the living room you grab your purse, shoving a couple of bills in his hands, you need him out quick so you can think of a plan to remove him from your house and all you need is someone help.

Walking him to the door you give him a quick goodbye kiss, closing the door when you see him walk off towards the direction of the convenience store. You knew the risk of Jihoon being in your house right now would be a big one, especially with Jongho being back any second you needed to think of a plan and think of one quickly. But desperate times call for desperate measures, so when he answers the phone call confused as to why you are begging him to come over whispering in between how he needed to be as quick as he could.

After waiting for Jihoon to get to your place from the back door you explain everything to him, from beginning to end, leaving out how possessive Jongho got over Jihoon especially. Nervously biting your nails you waited to hear what Jihoon would say, you braved yourself for any outburst and scene but you just got a deep look.

“How do we get him to turn off?” After a moment of silence he ask chewing his bottom lip nervously, everything you told him wasn’t the best version to hear he could have gotten, but he didn’t have any time to waste he could sense how urgent this was, you looked afraid of everything. Looking over your shoulder, pacing around the doors, he knows the android sparked some sense of paranoia in you. You’re no longer the same person you were a month ago, you were deteriorating into a paranoid and fearful mess.

“The button to shut him off is located in his inner bicep. He told me how it takes around ten seconds to fully shut off. Something about how the ten second will give the android consent to being turned off, supposed to make the whole idea of AI being respected as human companions.”

“I don’t think the chances of us being able to press that button for at least ten seconds are high without him probably demolishing us.” Jihoon runs a hand through his hair, fear seeping into his thoughts when he watches your fearful gaze at the chances you guys had.

“Can we trap him?” Shooting up from the couch you yank on Jihoon’s hand you run towards the guest room, “I can get him to get into the glass box for a second, I’ll lock it and you can help me carry it.” You just hope the glass is strong enough to hold him in.

Jihoon thinks through the plan and even though this could have many risks, one risk being everything goes to shit and for the worse. But, what other chance did they have? Jihoon could sense the uncertainty you were starting feeling around Jongho, he wishes you would have spoken about this before so you guys didn’t have to rush through everything, especially now with a pissed android searching for Y/N. He knows it’s only a handful of minutes until Jongho catches onto you not being at the convenience store.

“What the fuck?”

Your eyes darted all over the room looking for the glass box anywhere yet it’s nowhere to be seen. It’s gone like it never even existed, “It was here, He must’ve moved it…Why would he do that?”

“He must've suspected you would do something. He’s been caught onto you. We don’t have much time anymore, we should just leave and come back with the police.” Jihoon’s voice comes out urgently along with his hands pulling at you to follow him out the house. The hallways seem longer and he looks behind to make sure you're keeping up, he knows times are running out.

“Ji-” Screaming you try to warn him when you see Jongho in front of him, flinching away in reflex when your friend's body comes tumbling on the floor, groaning in pain while holding his head.

“Jongho, please I can explai-”

Stepping over your friend in excruciating pain, Jongho grabs your jaw, you feel the pain of his fingers digging into your bones, whimpering you look at him in fear.

“I didn’t think you would actually go through and try to disconnect me from you. Did you think I’ll allow it? You knew I wouldn’t and that’s why you’re shaking in fear right now...So smart but yet you do the most idiotic actions.”

Tears rush to your eyes, from embarrassment of getting caught to the pain Jongho’s grip gives you, they quickly fall down your squished cheeks. You find it hard to talk yet you wouldn’t even dare try with the deep look Jongho gives you. With such a deep glare your knee felt weak enough to drop you right along with Jihoon.

“The things you cause to happen will have an effect, baby. You have to see that there are consequences for the things you do.” With that he pushes you onto the floor.

Quick to grab your friend by his shirt yanking him up to his feet. Jongho watched the blood seep down his neck from the blow he gave him. Jongho holds himself from completely bashing his skull so he could no longer feel a reaction. He almost laughs at the idiot for even thinking he could help you outsmart him, when he indeed ran the whole game.

“Come on..” Jongho says a playful undertone to his words “Be a man, you were man enough to try to plan to kill me? Is it so wrong to ask for the same attitude now?”

Not giving him a turn to speak, Jongho sends a heavy punch to his cheek. Keeping his grip on his shirt to stop him from falling, he quickly sends another one to his jaw feeling thrilled when he sees the blood start to escape his mouth. He loves the way his metal rings, the ones you gifted him, his favorite by far from how deep they cut into Jihoon’s human skin.

“Can’t speak? You’re pretty fucking useless, I don’t see the need for you to have a mouth.” Jongho scoffs just before hitting his mouth with a brutal punch. When Jihoon legs give out Jongho only crouches to the floor to continue his punch on Jihoon’s face. Blood coats his features quickly painting Jongho’s hand crimson red.

Jongho fist doesn’t stop punching, not when you scream, sob, or try to pull him off of him, only pushing you into the wall with a look that forces you to coward back in fear. Your friend's face becoming unrecognizable by the second, you feared Jongho would truly kill him with his own bare hands. It’s a sight that will forever stay in your mind, the scene making your heart break into pieces.

“Jongho! You’re gonna kill him, please stop.” Screaming when you see him raise his bloody fist landing a heavy punch to Jihoon’s unconscious body breaking some of his teeth. Blood covered his face, smashed like he was hit with a stone, but it wasn’t enough for Jongho, not when he kept raising his fist only to bring it back down, smirking when he heard the sound of bones cracking. Having enough, you try again to grab Jongho’s hand.

“Please Jongho, Don’t kill him.” Yanking on his blood stained arm, you force yourself to hold in the gag you wanted to let out at the sight of your half dead friend. You don’t even know if he will survive after what he’s been through. One last blow from his other fist Jongho pushes you off of him and moves from your motionless friend kicking him with his boot to move over him

Looking at you with a twisted look Jongho looks down at Jihoon’s motionless body in a puddle of blood and broken teeth, letting out a chuckle when you flinch at him bending down to check Jihoon’s pulse. “He’s going to die regardless, might as well get it over with quickly.”

Everything happens too fast and all you feel is your heart drop right along with Jongho’s foot when he stomps on your friend's face as if he was an insect. Holding onto the couch you try not to fall to the ground at the sight of your dead friend, the heavy pounding of your heart is all you can hear, not the loud sobs you scream out at the sight of your friend whose neck was now broken by Jongho or the sounds of his bones breaking with Jongho’s laugh.

Seeing red you don't feel your legs forcing themselves towards Jongho and the corpse of your friend. The smack you give him, it pains you, the one single smack you deliver to Jongho feels as if he just used your own strength against you, a pulsing throbbing pain shoots down your hand to your arm when your hand collides with the metal beneath Jongho skin. Whimpering you grab your hand holding it to your chest to ease the pain. How clueless to forget he wasn’t an actual human. You only feel more stupid when you see him smile, not even phased by the hit you gave.

You see it before you feel it, the bloody floor right in front of you and across from you is Jihoon’s smashed face, then comes the throbbing prickling burning sensation spreads like a wildfire on your right side. When the bitter metallic taste fills your mouth and you realize he backhanded you—he hit you. Still after hitting him and him killing your friend in front of your face it never crossed your mind that he would hit you back. You were a mere human, you didn’t think he would even be phased by your weak outlashes.

Blinking away the tears you bring a shaky hand to your cheek to cradle the burning cheek. Cowering back in fear when you see him make his way to you, your frail movement’s don't work when his hands grip your hair, yanking you on your feet again. Everything begins to sting your face, your scalp, your heart. You’re so angry and destroyed. You would never be able to look at Jongho the same, he sealed that date when he stomped on your innocent friend to death.

“Come on, Hit me again. You wanna fight? Let’s fight.” Tapping his cheek harder than you could have, he begins taunting you. Looking like a psychotic person, it terrifies you beyond belief, you believed in this sick twisted world of yours, this was your devil and you were in hell. Your strength was nowhere able to compete with his, you were stupid to think you even had room to go against him. “You’re so tough right? so strong and mighty.”

Images and scenarios of him demolishing his face complete flash in your mind like red neon lights in the dark night, it’s all you can see and remember. If he could do that to a man what could he possibly do to you. The nauseating hits again when you remember his smushed face on your floor, all his bones and scattered teeth with blood and meat on your floor, something out of a horror movie. You began thinking about how he would break your bones leaving you to suffer and live with the pain. Gulping you grimace at the pain that leaves you alone, you’re scared for how painful your face will feel tomorrow. You’ll definitely have a terrible bruise.

“Not so big now are we?” He looks down at you, like he’s judging you, not the sweet loving jongho you know with the brown eyes no they have red in them probably programming some light beam to kill you with. “I think you need to learn your place.”

Like a weight has been thrown into your stomach and landed harshly giving you the only stomach ache, you feel only fear and terror go through you. His eyes flicker with something sinister for a second before returning to their emotionless empty state. Yanking you to the couch disregarding the dead body laying there, he forces you to the middle of the living room. The buckle of his belt is heard and you can’t help letting the whimper escape your mouth.

“No…Pleas-”

“Y/N…Shut the fuck up before I break your jaw. I promise you I will.” He warns all while taking his belt off with one hand, the other gripped tightly in your hair. Wrapping the leather belt around your throat making a collar, “You wanted to act like a bitch so then you’ll be treated as such.” Buckling it along with swift tug has tumbling to your knees gasping for air around the belt buckles.

“You need to learn. You need to see that I’ll kill anything and anyone that comes close to you. Your family, your friends, anyone who tries to come between me and you, they will feel everything I put them through and I’ll make you watch, force you to see the punishment you put them through for allowing them near our happy home.” Kneeling in front of you, his rough cold fingers graze your cheek.

“You need to learn your place as a human.”

“I’ll kill them all until there’s only me and you. Until you realize your purpose of life is me— just how mine is you. Keep bringing people into your life, you’ll just see them die because of you” Grip strong on your jaw now he steals a kiss from you, something so minimal compared to your life he just stole from you.

Rug burns found their way to your legs as you’re being dragged by Jongho with such force it has your knees giving out and your airways closing up. Choking you desperately try to free yourself from the chokehold the belt has on you but to no avail when you're yanked harder forcing a cough to leave you. Words form in your brain but they don’t come out to save you, only short sobs and coughs.

Jongho sits himself on the couch finally letting go of the belt giving you the gift of air. Loud gasps are heard throughout the living not of pleasure anymore but of panic, gasping to come alive again.

“Do you see how your life is in my hands? I can kill you when I want to. You should be doing everything to make sure I’m comfortable and happy, so that I don’t get bored with you and kill you.” Of course Jongho would never but maybe he wanted to scare you into submission. It was always such a thrill seeing your fears gaze on him not knowing when his next move will come or what it will be.

Unzipping his belt you stare in horror, blood running cold but you still feel heated and lightheaded, the room only becomes thicker in air. Snapped out of your trance, you’re yanked closer to his clothes erection. You don’t even know how he could be hard at all the blood and chaos happening.

“Show me your worth, your purpose in this world?”

“J-Jongho, Don’t please.”

“Oh now you don’t want to suck me? But a few weeks ago you were wet for me a whore from the streets? Change of passion all of a sudden?” Embarrassment floods you like a tsunami, the sickness you felt continued to pile on. Shame consumes you forcing you to look down, to only be yanked up closer to him just as quickly. His reflexes shock you.

Shivering in fear you look up at Jongho. Red eye gleaming brightly at you. Blood dries in his face, splattered from your dead friend, like a piece of art. He looks like a monster from some sick twisted Sci-fi movie. Through it all he wears a sickly wide grin, gummy smile on displayed for your eyes only and any other time you would take the time to admire it and take in how human he looked, now you can’t—it’s only fear setting in your brain at the possibility of what he could do to you.

Finally everything hits you, you were dumb enough to keep Jongho a secret to avoid questions and but you had kept him a secret for your own gain. While being so tangled in the new experience of it you forgot to ever think what could lie underneath all the jokes, warm hugs and cuddles he’s given you, not to mention the pleasure that you foolishly let yourself be spoiled with by him. You wanted nothing more than to turn a blind eye and put the blame on him, and while he had killed your friend and turned everything upside down you had allowed him in your house, you allowed him to break your guard down, for him to leave you completely vulnerable at his mercy. Letting him blow away all your suspicions on AI and the beliefs you felt before. Finally you believe everything that happened balled down to you, and your stupid decision.

“Sto-“

Panicking you reach for the buckles of the belt trying to break it off at this point, hot fresh tears stream down your tender cheeks. Short gasp left your lift when his hand curls around the belt forcing it tighter around your throat, it was becoming more and more difficult to control your breathing. You could only think that he would kill you just like your friend.

Choking out broken please you begin to feel the effects of the restraints on your airways, everything becoming blurry but you only panic harder when you feel his lips gently kiss your bruising cheek. The last thing you hear is his soft whispering in your ear gently, “Shh, it’s gonna be okay. I got you now.”

“Jongho let me out right now?!”

Voice muffled by the thick glass you cry out in frustration banging on the heavy glass with all your strength but nothing worked. It only pained you from how much you pushed against it trying to escape, you were tiring yourself out and began panicking with the thought of suffocating in the glass box.

“Jongho, please” Sobbing you smack the glass with little strength left in you.

Time went slow and fast you couldn’t decipher it fully, it was all a blur. You cried until your throat and chest ached from the inside out and you physically felt weak. Sitting was uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as the heat shining down on the glass making you feel lightheaded. It felt like hell if it was placed on earth, suffocating, hot, and torturous. Tears attack your eyes endlessly, everything you blink they slide down your face and you question how much you can actually cry. Annoyed with your crying you want to stop it only worsens your headache and forces you to become more worn out with due time, but the tears didn’t stop.

At one point you questioned if Jongho would even come check on you at all after begging until your voice became hoarse, sweat dripped down your face coating your body in a layer of thick sweat, and you were really thirsty, the rough feeling burning your throat. Bright lights cascade down onto you reminding you of the beach, those days you took for granted, took all your freedom for granted obliviously to the fact that it would be taken away from you. Fresh tears roll down your puffy irritated cheeks, salty tears sliding to your lips like how the beach water would taste like when your friends would splash you with it—You miss your old life.

You could live a nice life with him, or a terrible one. He left it up to you and something you wished he didn’t. Jongho was basically forcing you to make yourself behave for him because he knows you don’t want to feel any pain he can put you in, not when you witnessed it first hand.

Memories like television display in your mind, you recall moments you felt you forgot. Each memory finishes with a tug at your heart, even the ones with Jongho; the Jongho you first met. You waited for the guilt to hit you when you thought about all your times with him but they didn’t, he had taken advantage of you, how could you possibly know his true intentions.

Buckles and squeaks shaking you out of your dazed state after hours on end you finally feel the small hope of getting out when you realize it’s the door. Jongho felt like he was opening a doorway to heaven, like Christmas day his present would be waiting there for him, ready to play with and use. So small and defenseless compared to him now, you were trapped in the box you had left him in for so long before choosing to accept him. He was going to show you how it felt, make an example so you know to not test him again, to ever lay a hand on him again.

“Don’t you think this punishment is more suitable for you rather than me breaking both of your arms and fingers? If you don’t think so I’ll gladly give you the other option.” He walks towards the glass box in the middle of the basement, placing you here was perfect. You were his most prized possession as he is yours, it was only right he placed you front and center where he can appreciate you. Staring at him you feel so weak at this point it’s all you can display to him.

“Pl..Please.” You murmur out in a scratchy and dry voice. It’s pitiful and pathetic, and you wouldn’t be a surprise If he didn’t hear you from the thick glass blocking you from any slight freedom.

Even with the light dimming from your eyes, chapped lips and sweat endlessly forming on your forehead, you still were the only person Jongho felt his wired veins buzz for. His love for you almost had him wanting to keep you in the glass container forever so no one could ever hurt you— So he won’t hurt you. But you would die, humans could only take so much after so long.

“You look like you’re not holding up so well my love, you humans are so easy to break I heard, but I am sure a believer now.”

You want to disappear under his strong cold gaze, like a predator watching its prey. Hating yourself for how easily you broke under him, to give up so quickly, give into him. But if you didn’t you would stay here forever. You were at your end road with every exit only being Jongho. He truly had played you, you were never in control and when you thought you were he flipped the script, he owned you all along.

Dropping your head you lean yourself on the glass, exhausted from the never ending light and tight confinement. At the point you thought death was the only option out of your misery with the way Jongho was prolonging your torment. He is such a simple man you’ll give him that along with him being smart but he was far from a simple man, if he was simple at all, he knew he could easily hurt you and didn’t think twice about letting you know but he never did he let your body betray you in various ways. He forced you to realize you will die without him, and you’ll die slowly.

“You look really thirsty.” He laughs at you, his hands digging behind his jean pockets to fish for the cold bottle of water, upon reaching it he begins dangling it in front of your gaze. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”

Talking to you in a way that resembles an owner talk to a dog you want to punch the glass and scream at him, hurt him in more ways he’s hurting you. Yet, you nod your head slowly using your strength to place your hand on the glass. Fatigue soon engraving on your worn out body, with a small sob you lean on the glass closing your eyes hoping to escape the heat.

“It’s only been a few hours but a little fun fact I think you should know. This little lightbulb above you I got is a heated lightbulb that can radiate like the sun and transfer into the glass box perfectly if placed right. Like a mini oven, if you want to compare some resemblance.” Jongho teaches you about his contraption like you were a student wanting to learn from him that forced you to open your eyes. How long was he planning on leaving you here? He speaks as if it’s a few hours.His smile turns wider and you see the gummy smile you used to adore make its way to his face. His eyes hold something unhinged in them, and his words soon match,

“If you try to go against me again, I have more punishments for you. Things you will never have imagined. Funny little story, I was in fact torn between this one punishment or leaving you to freeze. I'm really curious to see for my own eyes how a human reacts when suffering from hypothermia… You know it only takes a human to reach around 85 Degrees Fahrenheit body temperature and they'll start to lose consciousness and you no longer feel the need to shiver as the cold will have already begun to hit your brain then after….” He pauses looking at you with an unhinged glint in his eyes, you see the red lighting up in his right one. “A pulse might not be strong enough for anyone to save them.”

Jongho finishes explaining his tormenting punishment plans with you while all you did was stare at the water bottle in his hand, the water vapor turning into drops on the outside of the plastic making you crave it like a vampire who hasn’t fed in days. Jongho ignores your deep glare on the bottle, instead he focuses on how much he can be so open with you and set boundaries and rules for you. Punishment’s weren’t his favorite although it surely was something he loved to indulge in but he would love nothing more than to lay with you and embrace you but you need to learn your place as a human, it was just discipline in his view.

“I’ll come back in a few hours. I have some errands to run. Getting rid of a body is quite the job but this will give you time to think of the right apology to make up for the bad behavior you have been projecting these past few days.”’ He lends you a tender look, a small pout on his lips as if he’s the one who’s hurt you have to spend more time in here.

Sobbing again you bang on the glass in panic, “Please, I beg you…Jongho.. I’ll..be-good.” Your throat burns with every word the sounds barely coherent under your loud sobs, more panic rising when you see him leave the bottle of water in front of the glass and begin taking a step back to the door.

“I love you, my love.” Walking away Jongho lets himself embrace your cries as they progress into more broken sobs. You just need a little push in the direction to remember your place—Jongho will always be there to help you remember your purpose in life.

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