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𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 - lee minho x gn!afab reader

wc: 6.1k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: alcohol, normalisation of getting very wasted, smut (specific smut warnings under the cut, again minors please do not interact!)

synopsis: the best surprises come from the most unexpected sources - like having your crush corner you in a frat party after hearing you confess your deepest desires of him in the background of a video.

a/n: part one of the fratboy series. fratboy lee minho has now taken over my entire brain, my heart, and also my life, so i hope you all enjoy. PLEASE feel free to stop by our askbox to chat to me abt him because truly, i am obsessed.

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sw: swearing, dirty talk, sexy mean minho, no seriously he’s mean, thigh riding, nipple play, begging, dumbification, degradation, penetration with a finger & dick simultaneously, talks about sex slaves (maybe only slightly serious), lovely aftercare

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When the opening notes of Half Moon by Dean met your ears, you couldn’t help but groan. You loved the song, but it signalled an incoming call that you’d been expecting all day. You flipped your phone over, confirming your suspicions; Jisung’s squishy cheeks flashed on your screen as his contact icon showed up.

“What do you want?” you asked as you answered the call, despite knowing very well what he wanted.

At the beginning of the semester, your best friends had joined a fraternity, Sigma Kappa Zeta. It was an absolute dream - on paper at least. You didn’t have to commit to the endless fraternity obligations, which are often ridiculous and sometimes downright dangerous; although you still had regular invites to the blowout parties, owing to your connections to Felix and Jisung. You’d attended a few of these parties and enjoyed them thoroughly. Being pretty meant you got free booze, and what could be better than getting wasted for free, with two of your favourite people? While ogling their endless hoard of stupidly attractive friends, of course.

Your taste in men could be summarised as… unfortunate. You had an affinity for frat boys, the bigger and stupider the better. Muscular guys, with stupid goofy grins and sleeveless tees, bulging biceps and empty heads. Something about them really got you going, and it frustrated you to no end. But you loved to indulge yourself, and Felix and Jisung knew this all too well. And so, they were left baffled when you very quickly stopped attending these parties. Baffled, disappointed, and worst of all, persistent.

“Hey, angel,” Felix’s voice rang out from your speaker.

“You aren’t Jisung,” you stated.

“Very observant,” he responded, leading you to roll your eyes. You didn't even bother to question why he was calling you from Jisung’s phone. “Anyways, I assume you’ll be in attendance tonight?”

You snorted. “Obviously not.”

“Y/N!” Felix’s deep voice gave way to a drawn-out whine. “Why not?”

“Cause I don’t want to spend time in your disgusting frat house,” you huffed.

“Not even for me?” he pleaded with you.

“This isn’t working. You can’t guilt-trip me when I can’t actually see your stupid adorable face,” you pointed out.

“Fine, I’ll turn my camera on-”

“No. Look, why don’t you and Ji come drink with me in my dorm? Like the good ol’ days?” you suggested. Good ol’ days referring to a few months ago, before they’d joined the fraternity.

Felix paused for a few moments. “Fine. Maybe. Only because we miss you!”

“Come over then. See you soon!” You hung up before he could argue any more - you all knew you’d won.

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Just moments after Jisung and Felix showed up at your door, you began to consider the possibility that maybe you didn’t win after all.

“Y/N!” Jisung cried, before proceeding to push past you and collapse onto your bed. “Why do you never hang out with us any more?!”

You turned to Felix. “What have you brought to my doorstep?”

Felix shrugged. “He chugged like, three beers before we even left.”

"I guess we'd better catch up then."

It wasn't long before you were all feeling merry, though it would be amiss to say you'd caught up with Jisung, given that he often seemed intoxicated even when he was sober.

"I miss you guys, too!" you insisted, hushing the boys' griping. And you really did miss them. Since classes had ended, and people had limited obligations, the frat seemed like a 24/7 party house at the moment, which meant you hardly ever saw them. "I just… these frat parties, it's not really my scene."

The look Felix sent you told you that he didn't buy it, not one bit. The look Jisung sent you, on the other hand, told you that he was currently so drunk that he had a very tenuous grasp on reality, and was just happy to be involved.

"I've seen you eye up at least three guys at the frat. Not your scene? Nothing has ever been more your scene," Felix said, his tone accusatory. "I know it's nothing to do with us. So spill. Why are you avoiding the frat?"

Jisung had wandered off to the other side of your room, where he seemed to be making a concoction of different beverages. He didn't seem to be making a mess, so you thought it best to leave him while he was quiet.

You huffed. "Fine. One of your stupid little frat bro's is driving me insane. But I won't say who!" you added hastily.

Felix's eyes glinted. "Driving you insane? In what way? Like, someone's pissed you off? Or they're making you insanely horny and you don't know how to handle it."

You hid your face in your hands with a groan. "You know me too well, Lix."

Felix laughed gleefully. "Changbin?"

"Don't start guessing! I'm not gonna tell you!"

"Chan?"

"No!"

Felix paused, thinking hard. "It's Minho."

"It’s not Minho!"

He cackled. "You're an open book, it's Minho! You're horny for Minho!"

You let out a weak whimper in protest. "I just… God, nobody's ever affected me like this before, Lix! I don't even wanna be around him 'cause I know I'll say something stupid. Or maybe just start drooling on him."

Felix shrugged. "I guess I can't blame you. He is a gorgeous guy."

"Understatement of the century," you scoffed. "If I had to choose between solving world hunger and sucking his dick, I'd choose his dick. A thousand times."

Felix, in that beautiful drunken phase where everything was utterly hilarious, was clutching his stomach, in complete stitches on your floor.

"I'm not even joking, Lix! I'd devote the rest of my life to being his sex slave. He wouldn't even need to feed me, I'll survive off his cum if I have to!"

Felix wiped a tear from his eye. "Stop, stop. You're killing me." He turned to Jisung, who was still apparently playing potions with various different drinks.

"And that," Jisung said to no one in particular, "Is how you make a Hanji Supreme."

"What the fuck are you doing, Ji? Are you vlogging over there? Get your ass over here and listen to what Y/N has to say about Lee Minho."

"Okay, bye!" Jisung said, still seemingly speaking to thin air. He turned to you, eyebrows raised. "Minho? Y/N has the hots for Minho?"

"Unfortunately," you confirmed.

"We could probably set you up with him," Jisung proposed, a dastardly grin on his face.

"No," you quickly denied. "Never. Under no circumstances do you ever mention my name in Minho's presence. Got it?"

Jisung pouted. "But then your dreams are never gonna come true!"

You chewed on your lip. "I feel like a stuttering mess whenever I even think about him. I can't imagine what'd happen if I actually spoke to him."

"Wait, you've never spoken to him?" Felix clarified, and you shook your head. He smirked. "You were saying some pretty vulgar stuff, considering he's practically a stranger."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a creep and a perv. That's why he can never find out about this. Seriously," you said sternly, directing this last part at Jisung. He wasn't exactly known for keeping secrets.

Felix looked him up and down. "I don't think he's even going to remember this tomorrow, if I'm being honest."

"Yeah," you agreed. "He seems like he's done for the night." The boy was lying flat on his back, the brim of his beanie pulled over his eyes. His phone was buzzing away on his chest, notification tone pinging every few seconds.

Felix sighed. "I just hope he doesn't get one of those second winds."

“Jisung, honey, is someone trying to get hold of you?” you asked, the chiming of his phone growing irritating. You figured he’d texted one of his many booty calls and then instantly forgotten about it.

“Huh?” he asked, clearly not really listening.

Felix’s phone began to buzz on the floor. “Someone’s trying to get hold of me.” He brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, what’s up? He's - he's what?" Felix covered his other ear. "It's really loud over there, did you say he's on the table? Christ - okay, okay, we'll be right over."

"What was that?" you asked. "Is everything okay?"

Felix sighed. "Hyunjin's partying a little too hard. Seungmin can't deal with him alone. C'mon, we gotta go wrangle him."

"We just went over this - I'm not stepping foot in Minho's territory, not even for a second," you said adamantly.

"Relax, he's partying with Theta Chi Theta tonight," Jisung slurred happily, sitting upright and fixing his beanie. "C'mon, Y/N, come party with us!"

Felix looked to you pleadingly. "I can't deal with drunk Jisung and drunk Hyunjin without you. Please."

Fuck. Felix knew you could never say no to his puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine."

Even with the knowledge that Minho was preoccupied somewhere else, you still felt a little wary as you stepped into the house. It did occur to you that you could be a little too terrified of this man, but you knew all too well that both your horniness and your stupidity were utterly limitless, which was always a recipe for disaster.

You heard Hyunjin before you saw him - "Why can't I get naked, though? It's so hot in here!"

You snickered. He was still on the table, although he looked a little wobbly so you doubted it'd be too long until he came tumbling down. Jisung wandered off, probably up to no good, whilst you and Felix hurried over.

Seungmin breathed a visible sigh of relief when he saw you. "So glad you're here. Okay, I'm off duty. Good luck." He had vanished within seconds.

Hyunjin waved excitedly when he caught sight of you both. "Hi Lix! Hi Lix's pretty friend!"

You laughed at his drunken boldness. "It's Y/N," you corrected him.

"I know." He grinned down at you from the table, eyes disappearing into crescents. "You're brave, too," he crooned.

"Brave?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"If I was you, I probably wouldn't show my face around here until the end of the semester, at least," he went on.

Felix narrowed his eyes at the boy. "What are you talking about?"

Hyunjin stared at Felix for a moment. Then switched his gaze to you. Then back to Felix. Before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Oh my god, please sit down before you fall and crack your damn skull," Felix pleaded with the boy.

"Yeah, and more importantly, explain yourself," you added.

Hyunjin sat obediently, pulling out his phone and handing it to Felix.

"Oh fuck," Felix breathed. "I have the group chat muted right now."

"The group chat?" you enquired anxiously. "Please tell me what's going on." Your paranoia was getting the best of you, and while you stood waiting for someone to fucking explain, you were slowly convincing yourself that you'd stolen Felix's phone and confessed your attraction to Minho in the most crass and unrefined terms.

This wasn't too far from the truth.

Felix opened up a video, skipping towards the end. You noticed Jisung, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm room, chattering away about various beverages. More prominently, however, you heard your own voice, from the other side of the room.

“I’ll survive off his cum if I have to!”

Your heart plummets to the ground as the memory comes rushing back. Fuck.

You grab Felix’s arm, holding on for dear life. “Tell me this isn’t happening. Tell me Jisung only sent that to Hyunjin and no one else.”

Felix handed the phone back to Hyunjin and placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. “Look, it’s going to be okay. People say stupid shit like this all the time-”

“Oh look, Minho’s read the messages!” Hyunjin calls out.

You put a hand over your mouth. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“He’s typing!”

“No!” you wailed.

Hyunjin turned his phone around once more. You peered at the screen in turmoil as three dastardly little letters popped up.

lol

"Oh, Y/N, you're so lucky he's not here tonight," Felix said, sounding relieved. Distantly, you felt a shred of relief too, although that was nothing compared to the complete and utter dread you were experiencing. Oh, the consequences of your own drunken, horny actions. Was there anything worse?

"Oh," Felix murmured, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Oh."

"What?" you asked.

"He's calling me."

You called out "Don't answer it!" just as Hyunjin yelled "Answer it!"

Felix accepted the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Oh my god, I'm scared. Hold my hand." You scrambled for Hyunjin, who grasped your hand in his before giggling.

"Your hands are soft," he commented, apparently having forgotten the Minho debacle already. You swiftly hushed him.

Felix also raised a finger to his lips in a shh motion, before putting the call on speakerphone.

"Are you at the house? Is Y/N with you?" Minho’s voice came through the speaker.

Felix paused, looking at you with wide eyes. You shook your head furiously.

"Uh, yeah," he answered, the traitor. You fought hard not to scream.

"Can you pass a message across?" you heard Minho ask.

"Sure."

"I'm on my way." The line clicked dead.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. “LEE FELIX WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM I'M HERE?"

"I DON'T KNOW, I PANICKED!" he shrieked back, sounding equally as alarmed as you.

“This is crazy,” Hyunjin commented with a dazed grin.

“You are far too drunk to understand the absolute catastrophe I’m in right now!” you accused him. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do? I need to go - immediately.”

“Not so fast.”

You spun around in complete and utter horror, terrified that Minho had somehow materialised from his other party right back to the frat. Only to find Seungmin standing before you - just slightly less threatening.

“Jisung is far too drunk, and he’s begging for you,” he explained.

“God, what is in the air tonight?” you observed. “Do you guys need to do a fraternity-wide detox?”

Seungmin snorted. “Like that’s ever gonna happen. Go on, Jisung’s in his room.”

God fucking damn it, why were you such a good friend? You tore up the stairs, bee-lining for Jisung’s room, fully intending on hiding in his bedroom for the rest of the night. Minho wouldn’t find you in there if you locked the door, right? You were even willing to put up with your best friend’s snoring.

"Hey, Sungie," you said gently as you walked into his room. You found him curled on his bed, still dressed in his hoodie, cargos and beanie.

"Y/N… You're finally here…" he mumbled.

"You sound sleepy. Is it bedtime?" you asked, sitting down on the bed beside him. You tugged the beanie off his head, and ran your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp gently.

"Bedtime? Hmm… No… It's still party time for now." His words were slurred, and you knew he was just minutes from dozing off - seconds, maybe.

"Sure," you said, as it was typically better to just agree with him. "You wanna get your pyjamas on? We can have a pyjama party."

"No. I'm comfy like this." You seriously doubted it, but didn't have it in you to battle him right now.

Sure enough, he was snoring less than thirty seconds later. You wondered if it was worth shoving him a bit, to climb in bed beside him, or whether it'd be best to just run home. But you didn't know how far away Minho was, and the thought of bumping into him was too much to bear.

You deliberated for a few moments, but Jisung's snoring was driving you insane, and you quickly realised that you weren't equipped to deal with it tonight.

You pulled out your phone, opening Felix's contact.

[10:44pm] You: lixie do u have minho's location?

[10:44pm] You: lix please please please

[10:44pm] You: felix pls i need to know how far he is

You sat on the edge of Jisung's bed, leg bouncing with nerves. Why was Felix always muting his damn notifications?

[10:48pm] Lix: idk sorry :( i think his party was nearby though

[10:48pm] Lix: look, just run to my room

[10:49pm] Lix: you'll be safe there

You weighed up your options.

Option one: stay here with Jisung, awake all night owing to his snoring and his complete domineering of 90% of the bed space, stressing about Lee fucking Minho.

Option two: run out of the frat house, and all the way home to safety, but risk bumping into Minho on your way out.

Option three: run down the hall to Felix's room, where you can vent to him all night and then eventually fall asleep with his sunshine cuddles.

It could only be option three.

His room was just down the hall, you reasoned. You would yank open the door, tear down the hallway, and land safely in Felix's bedroom. It would be easy.

You took a deep breath, before pulling open the door and preparing to run.

“Ah. Look who it is.”

Shit.

Minho stood in the hall with an unreadable expression. His eyes scanned your whole frame, and he took his time with his scalding gaze. His eyes crawled all the way up your legs, lingering up your thighs. Slowly moving from your hips, to your waist, to your chest. Before landing on your eyes - that’s where his inspection burned the most. You couldn’t even breathe.

“All bark and no bite, hm?”

“I… I just…” you stammered weakly.

He continued to stare at you, waiting for you to finish. “You just?”

“I’m sorry!” you managed, your voice barely above a squeak.

He folded his arms across his chest, looking amused. “What, pray tell, are you sorry for? For blabbing about my dick to anyone who’ll listen? Manners mean everything, sweetheart, you could’ve just asked me nicely. There was no reason to bring everyone into our business, now, was there?”

You simply blinked at him. You weren’t capable of anything more. He was clearly waiting for a response, though, smirking over at you expectantly. “W-What?” you managed eventually.

“Or are you apologising for your dirty mouth? Honestly, I didn’t expect that from you. You look so sweet, who knew you could be so… improper.”

You felt dizzy. “Improper?”

He pouted at you, and it was dripping with condescension. “Can you speak, darling? Or are you so cock-hungry you can’t manage more than a one-word answer?”

“I-I just don’t know what to say, is all,” you whispered.

“Just give me a yes or a no,” he invited you, holding his hand out for you to take.

You gave him a slow nod, placing your hand in his shakily. He smiled as if to say ‘right answer,’ before opening the door right next to Jisung's, and leading you into his bedroom. The room was remarkably neat and tidy, and you would’ve been impressed if you could even begin to process it. All of your mental energy was focused on not combusting - or coming on the spot.

He allowed you to step into the room before closing the door behind you. You were then quickly pushed up against it, Minho pinning you against the wood with his hips. Had that squeal really just come from your mouth?

His eyes were transfixed on your lips. You waited, heart hammering in your chest, while he had you trapped there. Until this point, you really hadn't been sure whether he was angry at you for saying such explicit things about him. The look in his eyes revealed everything - he wanted you just as badly.

He leaned in slowly. Torturously slowly - evidently, he was going to take his time with you. His lips met yours in a gentle peck, which he repeated, again and again. You sighed against his lips, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, but he merely smirked against your pout.

"Please," you breathed.

"You're so desperate," he said with a low laugh. "I could give you what you want, Y/N, but I know you wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I can take it," you protested, your voice sounding much whinier than you wanted it to.

"You can?" he asked, cocking his head and looking down at you condescendingly. You nodded insistently. "Okay."

Minho picked up the pace. His lips were soft but they bit at yours harshly. His tongue entered your mouth and you savoured his taste, sucking on his tongue gently.

Your hands went to the button of his jeans, swiftly unbuttoning it. Minho pulled away, stepping back and leaving you pouting once more. He laughed, that awful patronising sound yet again, that made your palms sweat and your thighs sticky.

"What, you think you're gonna get my dick that easily?" he asked, cocking his head at you. "No, honey."

"Please?" you asked. It sounded pitiful, even to you.

You watched as he went to his neatly made bed, tugging off jeans and laying back. "Come here," he instructed, lounging back against the wall. "Take your clothes off for me."

"T-Take my clothes off?" you asked meekly. It sounded pitiful even to your ears.

The look he gave you was scathing, although he did seem rather amused by the pathetic show of stupid desperation you were unfortunately displaying. "Well you can't expect to stay fully clothed if I'm gonna fuck you, right?"

You nodded, standing in front of him and looking down at your feet. "I… I feel shy all of a sudden."

"You feel shy? I don't know if you'd make such a good sex slave after all." He laughed before growing serious. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'll look after you, if we do, but the choice is yours."

His kinder tone set you at ease, and made you realise that you really wanted this, you were ready for this. It also brought about the realisation that you much preferred it when he was mean. You didn't want to dwell on what that meant, though.

You gathered your courage and slowly pulled your clothes off, standing before him in nothing but your underwear. Minho said nothing, but you felt as though you were on fire under his gaze.

He wasn't the only one who was enjoying the view. Your eyes traversed his toned thighs, mouth watering as you thought about how it'd feel if he were to press one between your legs. He wore plain white briefs, and you couldn't help but stare at the prominent bulge inside them. Even semi-hard it looked huge. You noticed it twitch ever so slightly, as he looked over your exposed body.

Minho spread his legs slightly, before tapping his left thigh. "Come on, darling. I know what you want."

Was he a mind reader? You wasted no time, climbing onto the bed, straddling his thigh and beginning to slowly grind. He tensed it, so firm and strong beneath you. The perfect platform for you to drag your clit across.

Minho's hands went to your waist, holding you gently, guiding you as you rolled your hips.

"That's it, baby, there you go," he encouraged you. The friction was enough to make you sweat, the pleasure overwhelming you. He was right - maybe you couldn't handle this. You couldn't even imagine how overwhelming it would be to actually feel his hands on you, feel his dick inside you.

His dick.

You could see it growing harder in his briefs, a small damp circle near the head where precum had leaked. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer; your hand reached out almost involuntarily, cupping his bulge gently. It was firm, and warm, and growing bigger seemingly by the second.

Minho took your hand, instantly re-directing it. "No, no, don't touch. Not until I say you can."

"But I can see how hard you're getting," you said. "You want it, Minho!"

"Unlike you, I know how to restrain myself." He patted your waist gently. "Keep riding."

You gave a frustrated huff, but did as he said.

Minho brought a slender finger down to your crotch, hooking it around the fabric of your underwear and moving it out of the way. "Let me see that pretty pussy," he murmured.

The new exposure made you moan aloud, hands gripping Minho's shoulders firmly as you rode him.

"Please," you whispered. "Please, Minho."

"Please, what? Use your words."

"Please fuck me," you asked.

He pretended to consider it for a moment. "Hmm… No. Not yet."

You groaned. "I need it, though!"

Minho snickered. "Don't be such a brat. I want to take my time with you, okay?"

"You can take your time next time! Just - please - fuck, please, I need it."

He raised an eyebrow with you. "Oh, so there's gonna be a next time, is there?"

You ignored his quip. If you couldn't get in his pants just yet, you'd focus your attention elsewhere. You lifted his shirt slowly, revealing his stomach, where you found lightly toned abs that only made you more desperate to feel him. Miraculously, he humoured you, pulling his shirt over his head.

You gasped, running your hands down his chest. He was beautiful, tight pecs and perfect little nipples that stood to attention in the open air of his bedroom. You ghosted a finger over one of them, entranced.

"I thought that'd shut you up," Minho commented under his breath.

"Beautiful tits," you muttered unintentionally as you admired his pecs.

Minho smiled. "I could say the same thing about you, angel." He placed a hand on your back, pulling you closer and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth. He wasn't gentle about it, sucking and biting without holding back. You cried out, your hips pausing their grinding motions, your system completely overloaded by his harsh actions on your sensitive nipple.

"Keep riding," he mumbled, not even taking your nipple out of his mouth as he spoke.

You dragged your clit across his muscular thigh, whimpering loudly as you went. "Oh god, please, Minho! I need you inside me."

"Then beg for it."

You wasted no time. "Please, Minho, please, please! I need your cock, I've never needed anything this bad. I know I'm just a filthy little slut but please give me what I need, fuck, I'll die if you don't!"

"You really are a filthy slut," he agreed, lifting you from his thigh and laying you on his bed.

"Yes, yes, please Minho!" you babbled.

He pulled your underwear down, leaving you completely naked before him, before tugging his own briefs off.

Holy fucking shit, you thought.

His dick was beautiful. That was the only way to describe it - fucking beautiful. It was long, with a vein running along the underside, and the girth was decent too. The head was thick, and red, and if you weren't so desperate to be fucked you would've sucked on it for hours.

"I know you want it," Minho said. "But do you deserve it?" He stroked his dick slowly, and you watched as the head disappeared into his fist, emerging again as his hand ran along his shaft.

"I don't know, but I need it," you insisted. "I'll do anything."

Minho shook his head, but he looked smug. "Alright, baby. If you need it that badly."

"Yes, yes, yes," you chattered, intoxicated by a dick that you hadn't even felt yet.

He pushed your knees up to your chest, and you hooked your arms around them, holding them in position and peering down to watch his motions. "Such a perfect pussy." He rubbed the head of his dick across your clit, and you whined loudly. Distantly, you wondered if the sounds of the frat party below would even be enough to drown out your incessant noises of pleasure. It was irrelevant, though; you didn't care enough to stop.

He dragged his dick through your folds, over your hole, back up to your clit. Minutes ago, you would've killed a man to have Minho touch your pussy, but already you wanted more. He made you so greedy. It felt good but your thirst for more was unbearable, intolerable.

"Alright, baby, are you ready?"

"Yes!" you cried out.

Slowly, he sunk the tip of his dick inside you - just the tip. Thick as it was, it slid in with hardly any protest. He sighed as it went in, clearly needing the sensation more than he let on.

"More," you pleaded.

"You'll take what I give you, when I'm ready to give you it." Minho saw you roll your eyes at this, but said nothing.

He pushed the head in and out of your hole, never putting more than two inches inside.

"Please give me the whole thing, Minho!"

He simply shook his head. "You wouldn't be able to handle it. Dumb baby."

"I can handle it!" you insisted. "I swear I can!"

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow that told you he was unconvinced. "You can?" You nodded. "You're gonna cry like a little baby."

"Just give me your stupid dick right now!"

Minho laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, baby. Here comes my stupid dick."

He held your legs down against your chest, and slammed his whole length inside you. You saw stars. He thrusted, hard and fast, and you were somewhat aware that you were moaning probably louder than you ever had before, but all you could truly focus on was his cock filling you up. He was hitting your g-spot on every single thrust, grunting as he fucked you.

"God, you're tight," he groaned. He re-positioned his hips, and somehow managed to hit deeper. You felt him against your cervix, and cried out in pain.

"Too much," you weakly protested as your eyes filled with tears.

"I thought you could handle it?" he said, his voice lacking any sympathy. "Fucking pathetic, begging for a cock you couldn't even take."

"I-I can, just not so deep."

Minho smirked down at you. "It's not my fault my dick's so big," he said, but adjusted his thrusts slightly anyway.

"I can take it," you promised. "I-I can take anything you give me, Minho."

"That's right, baby. My filthy little whore." His voice was calm, but his eyebrows were furrowed and sweat was dripping down his forehead - the pleasure was overwhelming him just as much as it was destroying you.

Minho leaned down, connecting his mouth to yours as he fucked you. You sighed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help but moan. His dick fucking your pussy, his tongue fucking your mouth. This was heaven, you were sure of it.

He pulled away. "You think you could take some more?"

"More?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Just a little more. For me?"

You nodded hesitantly.

Minho paused his thrusts, but before you could whine in protest, you felt his finger rubbing at your opening. Slowly, he pushed his index finger inside, along with his dick. The painful stretch was incredible, and you whimpered at the feeling.

"There you go, babe," he said, beginning to thrust once more. He closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensation. "Fuck, this is nice and tight."

You were barely even lucid at this point. You babbled incoherently, unaware of what you were even trying to say. You were completely and utterly spellbound by his dick, by the sweet burning stretch.

"Touch yourself for me, baby," Minho directed you.

"F-Fuck- I don't know if I can-"

"I thought you wanted to be my sex slave, hm? Pretty little slaves do as they're told."

You whined, but obeyed his command. "M-Minho… I'm gonna cum if I keep going."

Minho barked out a laugh. "Cum then. I don't care. But don't take your fingers off that pussy, not even for a second."

You were beginning to think that maybe you weren't cut out for this. You hadn't even reached your climax yet, and already the overstimulation was too much. Your stretched out pussy was throbbing, and you jolted each time Minho's dick pounded your g-spot. You were drenched, covered in your own sweat as well as Minho's, which was dripping onto you from his hair, his forehead, his neck. The air in the room was thick, and smelled entirely of Minho - you were covered in him. He looked like a god above you, fucking into you like it was his life's mission.

It was too much for you to handle, without a doubt. And yet, you'd be happy to spend the rest of your life underneath him. Or on top of him. Or in any position which meant his dick could be inside you.

"Minho… Minho!" you whimpered.

"C'mon, baby," he encouraged you, his voice strained. From the sounds of it, he wasn't far from finishing either - although you got the sense he could keep going all night if he willed himself to. "Cum around my cock like the dirty little whore you are."

That was all the prompting you needed.

Your ears started ringing. You let the almost unbearable feeling of ecstasy wash over you, flooding Minho’s cock. You knew you were crying out maybe a bit too loudly - but you didn’t care, thrashing in Minho’s hold and grasping the bedsheets for dear life as he fucked you through it. He didn’t slow his pace, riding out your intense orgasm caused by the man of your dreams and making you feel as if you’d been set on fire.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Minho crooned, continuing to fuck you as he went after his own orgasm. You could only manage a high-pitched whine in response. "Just a little longer, baby, you can do it. Just lie there and let me use your tight little pussy, that's it." His voice was hoarse, and the veins on his neck were prominent. You knew he was going to cum soon, but you didn't know if you could hold on. You were over-sensitive to the point of pain, hands gripping Minho's bed sheets.

"Cum - give me your cum," you urged Minho. "Now, please."

His eyes widened. Your command had seemed to catch him off guard a bit. He pulled out of you, and you watched as thick ribbons of pearly white cum oozed onto your abdomen. You gasped gently as you watched. It was perhaps the most beautifully erotic thing you'd ever seen. His dick was definitely a contender for the prettiest one you'd ever fucked, and his cum was thick and heavy, dripping from the tip like a waterfall.

"Thank you," you whispered. He leaned in, kissing you deeply. He tasted like sweat, hot and sticky, and you moaned.

He pulled away, before planting one more kiss on your forehead. "You're welcome."

Minho stood, going to the other side of his room. You tried to follow him with your eyes, but you felt so weak and tired that they slipped shut immediately. He returned seconds later, and you lay still, sighing as he cleaned you up. His touch was so gentle, so soothing, so different than it had been just minutes before.

"That better?" he asked, discarding the towel.

You nodded. "You want me to go crash with Felix?" you asked, unsure of what exactly this arrangement was.

"Nah, you reek of sex. Felix wouldn't want you." He helped you climb under the covers. "Plus, I wouldn't mind some company tonight." He slid into bed beside you, and you rolled over, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, and you felt incredibly safe secure, especially considering just how utterly terrified you'd been of this man a few hours ago.

You giggled softly, so tired and fucked out that you felt a little delirious. "Can't believe you fucked me, Minho."

Minho gave a short laugh. "Can't believe you convinced me to fuck you so easily. You're a little minx. I really wanted to play with you some more."

You nestled into his chest. "I guess there'll have to be a next time then, huh?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "If you're lucky."

"You wanna fuck me again, Minho, I know you do," you mumbled. "I saw the look in your eyes when you came. You need my pussy."

Minho was silent for a few seconds. "You're awfully bold for someone who was crying on my cock ten minutes ago."

"...Yeah."

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." No more than ten seconds later, you were sleeping in his arms.

You slipped into the land of dreams, where you went on to fantasise about Minho - his thighs, his neck, his tummy, his hands. His kisses, his touches, his dick in your throat, in your holes. Minho everywhere. Were you completely insatiable? Maybe. But it seemed very likely that he'd give it to you again. In your sleep, you smiled.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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hanjisick · 1 year

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— COOKIES

order #6 of the coffee shop series: a cookie

ingredients. y/n x barista!felix. he’s never had a gf before. hopeless pining on felix’s end. mostly fluff with some angst. also the boys keep trying to play shitty wingmen again.

allergies. making out and felix being awkward

size. 3.2k

special add ons. felix is a sociable, confident, kind barista at yellow wood café. but once you show up on one rainy day, you turn him into a mess.

you hadn’t prepared for the rain to come so quickly.

the forecast had said that it would only pick up in the afternoon, and you figured that you would be home by then. so of course, you had left your umbrella at home.

you decided to run into the nearest building, hoping to stay there until the rain had died down a little.

it was a coffee shop, one that you hadn’t been to before. you had no clue how you didn’t know the place existed. it seemed like just your type of hang-out spot.

the difference between the café and outside was stark. looking through the windows, it was gloomy and intense, while inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. the smell of coffee brewing and people chatting filled your senses.

“can i help you?” you had been staring off for a minute now, your entire body drenched in rain.

“sorry,” you apologized, “i was just looking for somewhere to be until the rain stopped.”

“you’re alright! could i get anything for you while you wait?”

your eyes stared the barista up and down. he was around your age— and was the epitome of sunshine. his features were gentle and strikingly beautiful.

his name tag read “felix.”

then, you drifted towards the menu on the counter, written in chalk, slightly smudged.

“are the cookies any good?” you questioned, staring at the cute plastic containers full of baked goods, specifically the heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies.

“well, i baked them myself, so they better be good.” felix’s shy smile told you that he was proud of his baking.

“i’ll buy one and see for myself.”

usually, the freckled barista wasn’t nervous at comments like these, but your gentle eyes made his heart flip in ways that he didn’t quite understand. “will that be all?”

“for now.”

he rang you up, handing you the cookies straight out of the container.

without waiting to sit down, you bit into the cookie.

two of felix’s fingers met his neck, checking his pulse quickly— a nervous habit of his.

but his nerves turned into excitement as your eyes lit up.

“i’ll take two more cookies and a mocha, please!”

felix couldn’t help but smile widely, “our muffins are really good too. we have blueberry and chocolate chip right now, but i’m working on a recipe for a cappuccino muffin.”

you cut his ramble short, “i’ll try both. and a brownie.”

“got a sweet tooth?” he rolled up the sleeves of his baby blue cardigan to begin making your mocha, “i don’t want you to get any cavities.”

“i’ll have just one bite of each and bring it home with me,” you reasoned, taking a stool at the bar, “i have nothing better to do, anyway. the rain says it’ll last for another hour.”

“so you’re gonna spend that hour taste-testing the treats?”

“i’ve never been here before, i better start working on my regular order.”

“will you be a new regular?”

“if the mocha is good. otherwise i think i’ll just go back out into the rain, i’m already drenched anyway.”

there you go again. causing felix to worry about how good his barista skills were in a way that nobody does.

he couldn’t help but drizzle a chocolate heart on top before handing it to you.

immediately felix jumped back. “your hands are freezing!”

“that’s what happens when you’re in the rain.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at felix’s concern. it wasn’t bad at all.

“i think this goes against every rule we have here,” felix shrugged off his cardigan, throwing it across the counter.

immediately your quiet laugh died down, your stomach twisting with butterflies. mostly at how kind the freckled boy was, but you couldn’t ignore the way that the white shirt under it clung to him tighter.

“thank you.” you wrapped yourself in the cardigan, breathing in a faint scent of a fruity perfume, almost masked by the overwhelming smell of coffee.

“felix,” chan, his boss, nudged him with a grin, “did you just do what i think you did?”

if it were any other barista, they would’ve been scolded. but felix had taken up a large spot in chan’s heart, one that meant that he refused to rebuke the boy.

“she was cold! right, y/n?” he defended, “she just came in from the rain outside.”

“so you’re just gonna give every customer your clothes if they’re cold?”

you could see a faint red tint forming on felix’s ears, “well no! but she’s new, i wanted to give her a warm welcome.”

there was a familiar look in chan’s eyes, one that felix could spot from miles away. one of knowing.

“alright then. i’m glad you were able to earn us a new customer. even if it meant giving up your clothes.”

“do you have any paper?” you interrupted with a mouthful of muffin, “and maybe a pen too?”

felix was thankful that you saved him from chan. “yeah! i’ll get it for you. hold on.”

thirty minutes later, once a spot of sunlight through the clouds had appeared, you were gone.

felix glanced over at your spot, sadness pulling on his heart, full of what if’s.

what if you didn’t come back? what if that was the last time he would see you?

he noticed the piece of paper left behind.

the title read, “felix’s bakery ranking.”

first place was the cookies. second was the brownies. then the chocolate chip muffin, then the blueberry.

“she must love chocolate,” felix jumped at jeongin’s voice from behind him, “she also got a mocha, right?”

“how do you know? you weren’t even here.”

“chan was telling the group chat.”

“he was doing what?” felix reached for the phone in his back pocket to confirm his words.

“talking about how you were mesmerized by that girl.”

“was not!”

“you totally were,” chan patted his back, “i’ve never seen you smile that wide.”

“says a lot for how much he smiles.”

felix groaned as jeongin flipped over the scrap paper.

“see you at 3 tomorrow,” he read out, looking up at felix whose eyes widened, turning to chan.

“i don’t work tomorrow! can i work tomorrow?”

“so it isn’t just you being kind?”

“i need to get my cardigan back.”

“you’re a terrible liar. just admit that you want to see her again.”

“just schedule me to work tomorrow!”

the next day, felix was walking on clouds.

the boy normally walked with a pep in his step, serving customers with a comfortable kindness that nobody else could replicate, but today there was an extra hint of sweetness to everything that he did. even some of the most unobservant customers had pointed it out.

but each of the boys knew exactly why he was acting the way that he was, thanks to the messages that chan had sent.

as the vintage clock on the wall inched closer and closer to 3, felix became more dazed, clumsy even.

“are you sure that he should be working right now?” minho shot chan a questioning look.

“just let him get it out of his system.”

“but we’re cleaning up his spill messes all for a girl that he had one conversation with. he’s hopeless.”

“i don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before.”

“really?” minho’s eyebrows raised, “with how all of the girls stick to him like glue?”

“i don’t think he knows how much of a heartthrob he is.”

chan glanced towards felix, who was busy chatting with two girls who had stopped by just a few minutes ago, “he’s clueless sometimes.”

the bell on the door rang as you stepped in, blue sweater in hand, eyes darting across the room to find the blonde boy who immediately abandoned his conversation.

“i came to return this,” you slid it across the counter, just as felix had done the previous day, “and get a cookie as well.”

“just the cookie?”

“and a mocha.”

“your total will be—“

“just give it to her for free,” chan whispered from behind, trying to help the frantic boy.

“it’ll be free today,” felix stumbled on his words, “and maybe i could heat the cookies for you too? they’re better warm.”

“that would be great,” you took a seat at the same spot as before, “your customer service is top tier. free service and a cardigan on a rainy day?”

“we try.” felix couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face, or take his eyes off of you.

even when you weren’t paying attention to him, typing on your laptop and munching on a cookie, he would stare at you, just barely hiding behind the espresso machine.

“why don’t you ask for her number?”

felix jumped as yet another barista appeared from behind him— something that had been happening too much recently. or perhaps he was just less focused on his surroundings.

“i can’t do that. what if she rejects me?”

“she would’ve let you down by now, do you know how obvious you’re making it?” hyunjin tried to reason with him.

“i guess that’s true, but i’m nervous. she’s really pretty.”

“so? you’re pretty too.”

felix gave the compliment a light laugh, “but she’s intimidatingly pretty.”

he kept an eye on the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your finger tapping to the rhythm of the café’s record player on the table.

“you’re such a hopeless romantic. just get her number. she’s gonna leave again and you’re gonna be upset that you didn’t.”

“maybe.”

with those words in mind, felix shyly approached you, hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

“hey,” he started, almost chickening out just from your eye contact.

his fingers went to his throat, checking his pulse, “do you think i could get your number?”

when you stared at him in silent shock for a moment, he continued, “not as, like, a weird thing! i just want to be your friend.”

he could see hyunjin out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull out his hair in frustration.

your smile faltered, but you still took the phone from his hand, saving your name as y/n.

“text me later.” there was a hint of sadness in your voice that felix didn’t fail to pick up on, but he didn’t dare to comment on it.

he ran off into the back room, ready to scream over the most embarrassing, disappointing moment in his entire life.

hyunjin followed close behind, “felix! what the hell?”

“i got nervous!”

“so you decided to friend-zone her?”

“she could’ve friend zoned me first!”

“she obviously wasn’t going to!”

“but if she did then i think i’d die!”

hyunjin was close to slamming his head against the nearest wall. “i’m gonna die right now if you don’t walk back out there and tell her that you’ve spent the whole day thinking about how pretty she is!”

“she’ll think i’m weird!”

“then i’ll do it!” felix tried to hold him back but failed as hyunjin opened the door, only to be met with an empty spot where you used to be.

felix let go, his shoulders dropping.

“where is she?”

“i guess she left,” hyunjin turned to see his devastated friend.

“did i fuck up that badly?”

hyunjin bit his lip, trying not to make it worse for him than it already was. but the truth was that, yeah, he did.

“maybe she’ll be back.”

felix texted you that night while he sat in bed, deciding on, “hi it’s felix! :)”

he kept his cardigan next to him.

perhaps it was a little creepy, but he decided to sniff it. it smelled different than usual. perhaps that’s what you smelled like.

perhaps he would never even get to know what you smelled like.

tears brimmed his eyes as he shut off his phone, staring up at the fan on his ceiling, letting the noise drown out the eerie silence.

felix wanted to slap himself for being such an idiot. he had no problem talking to people, he was the most extroverted extrovert that an extrovert could get. but he couldn’t help but question everything he did in front of you, even if he had just met you.

you didn’t respond.

when felix showed up to work the next day, it was like the sunshine was hidden behind a rainy cloud.

he knew that it shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did. he knew that checking to see if he got a text every minute wasn’t normal, or whip his head toward the door every time a customer came in.

so felix spent another night in his bed, phone in hand, staring at the text that he sent.

would it just be easier to forget about you? it’s not like he had anything going with you anyway.

it was only when he set it down for the night and closed his eyes that it began to ring, and he sprang right back up, eyes widening as he stared at the caller ID.

it was minho.

“hello?” felix answered, voice filled with sleep.

“you were upset at work today,” he stated, “is it because of that girl?”

“you could see it?”

“everyone could. like we always do.”

“i’m just gonna try to forget about it.”

“don’t.”

“what do you mean?”

“you have her number, right? come clean, text her that you were nervous. ask to meet up.”

“like a date?”

“exactly. ask her on a date.”

felix chewed on his lip, anxiety clouding his judgment once again. would he have the courage to even do that?

“chan said that you’re not allowed to work until you sort out your sadness. and nobody wants to cover your shifts, man.”

when minho hung up the phone, felix laid back against his pillows, letting out a breath of air that he didn’t know he was holding. then he checked his pulse.

opening your texts, he began typing. ‘i lied. it was something weird. you’re really pretty. you can block me if you want.’

he deleted the message.

‘actually,’

no.

‘i meant to ask for your number in a not-friend-way,’

no.

‘sorry for the other day. i was anxious and said the wrong thing, but i really wanted your number because i think you’re gorgeous. do you want to go out sometime?’

he sent the message and resisted the urge to chuck his phone across the room. instead, he threw it back down onto the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and squeezing it as hard as he could.

minutes later, felix heard his phone buzz. he scrambled to pick it up.

‘that’s ok. i was a little disappointed, you’re rly cute :)’

it buzzed again.

‘wanna come over tomorrow and watch a movie or something?’

his fingers shook, trying to type back, ‘sounds great! does 5 work?’

you reacted to his text with a thumbs up, and then he was back to squeezing the pillow.

felix didn’t work the next day. instead, he spent the day showering, squealing, spam-texting friends, and preparing for his first-ever date.

when you opened the doorbell, you were met with quite possibly the cutest sight in the entire world.

there felix was, holding a box of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies in his shaky hands. “i baked these for you, kind of as an apology, kind of because i wanted to impress you. and i know you like the cookies.”

you giggled at his honesty, letting him inside as you took the box, “thank you felix, you’re such a sweetheart.”

he checked his pulse.

“sorry for the mess. i tried to clean a little, but i don’t have people over often.”

“it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure you, “my house doesn’t look all that clean either. kind of comes with being a human.”

you laughed, taking a seat on the couch. he followed your actions.

“so, about the whole number thing,” he toyed with the rip on his black jeans.

“i thought you were really really beautiful.”

suddenly, he was way too aware of how close you were to him. but he wouldn’t let himself get nervous again.

“one of my coworkers was telling me to ask for your number and i was nervous and thought that you wouldn’t like me like that.”

felix sighed, “so i ended up saying the wrong thing and giving you the wrong idea.”

when he looked back up, you were smiling, holding in laughter. “that’s honestly adorable.”

“really?”

“i got sad, i thought you were just that kind to everyone and that i was developing some crazy ego thinking that a boy as attractive as you would like me.”

“you think i’m attractive?” his ears were on fire by now, completely stiff as you leaned in to look him in the eyes.

“i don’t understand how you don’t know how attractive you are.”

“what do you mean?”

“do i have to spell it out for you?”

“probably.”

“i think you’re gorgeous.”

“i also think the same about you. you looked so cute eating all happily, and when you smile, it makes me want to kiss you.” he chewed his lip, trying to not regret his bold words.

something tense was in the air, something that made felix’s heart pound a thousand times faster.

“then do it.”

felix froze. was he supposed to tell you that he had never kissed a girl before, much less sat this close to one?

“well, are you going to? or are you getting shy again?”

“i’ve never kissed anyone.” he let his heart thud out of his chest at the confession.

your eyes visibly widened, “you? you haven’t had your first kiss?”

“or held hands with a girl. and i’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“that’s impossible.”

“i don’t know how to prove it.”

“your awkwardness does the job.”

you decided to make a move, “but i can show you how if you’d like.”

felix’s mouth went dry, unsure of what to do or say.

“it’ll come naturally. just let it happen,” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded.

climbing onto his open lap, your hands carded through his blonde hair.

you leaned in to meet his lips briefly, his eyes burning into your own.

it was a soft and gentle kiss, just like him. but his eyes were full of desire for more.

“can i have another?” his hands met your back, pulling you into him.

this time, the kiss lasted longer, so much longer that he began craving more of you, so he did what he saw in all the movies.

he slipped his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips in pride at his actions.

felix’s hands traveled to your waist as took your word, letting go of his anxieties and doing what came naturally.

and without even realizing it, he began to take the lead.

all of the feelings were overwhelming. the way that you tugged on his hair, how close your bodies were, the way your tongue felt against his own.

he never wanted to stop.

until his phone began ringing.

you pulled away and he let out a shaky breath, slowly opening his eyes to stare at your features up close.

“felix, your phone,” you reminded him.

he jolted out of the daze, reaching for it.

chan.

he was about to just cancel the call when he saw the spam texts, asking where he was.

with a heavy sigh, he answered with you still on his lap.

“did you make up with y/n?”

“be quiet! i’m with her right now!”

you let out a laugh.

“oh! tell her hi!”

felix hung up on his friend with a groan, turning the ringer off.

“can we go back to kissing again?”

“after he’s done blowing you up,” you pointed at the buzzing phone.

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kinopio-writes · 3 months

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Ask: A one-shot with Vox and a Fem!Reader who is an Overlord that deemed a less high position but kept being her chaotic neutral self nonetheless. She and the Vees were playing a game and she won in the worst way possible. (tried to remember all the things @matrixbearer2024 told me so, uh, sorry if this wasn’t what you meant)

A/N: I accidentally posted this completely unfinished and deleted it as soon as possible so I lost the request. Vox is one of the harder characters to write because most of the time he’s on screen, he’s shitting on Alastor. Hopefully he gets more developed in season 2. I used his controlled and controlling characteristics a lot here.

Um, this turned out neither platonic nor romantic. I was focused on establishing their dynamic here, so this might turn into a series. Enjoy! I liked how the story turned out to be (although the pacing might be rough).

Words: 1,569 (edited)

Warnings: Valentino (he’s not acting like how he does around Angel, mostly because Vel’s your friend and you’re not a worker in his studio)

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Vox x Fem Overlord!Reader who had taken the backseat

The doors to his office slid open, allowing the bright light from the other room to pour into his TV-adorned space. The light blocked him from seeing the other side of the screens, and the suit-clad demon sitting on his swivel chair jerked back from whatever he was paying close attention to, bringing him back to reality.

“Um, Sir?” A nasally voice piped up from the light.

His boss quietly groaned in irritation, not bothering to turn around to look at him. “What is it?”

“We have a problem.” Of course, there was. Ever since that old prick suddenly came back, things have been not going well for him. Well, it was mostly because he let that piece of shit get to him. “We’ve been receiving numerous complaints about our new voyeur scopes.”

Vox merely waved a dismissive hand, eyes glued to the screen in front of him. “That happens all the time. If the protests persist, get someone to start on a new draft.”

His assistant left right after, and as Vox heard the doors close, he let out a heavy sigh, deciding to change the setting of his screens to watch over his district.

“Let’s see what the fuss is all about, shall we?”

•••

You had smashed another one of the flying drones.

You’d been doing that for quite a while, settling that as your first order in business after letting someone take over your district for you, granting you more freedom. There wasn’t much thought in the decision. You had just grown tired of being a leader and gaining more power. You liked being laid-back, but it wasn’t as if you’d settle on the retirement (after)life. Now that would be just plain boring.

VoxTek Enterprises was a brand you were familiar with. Not as a customer, but as a friend to someone who was close to the man behind the title: Vox.

You didn’t have anything against the guy—Vox was a charming fellow when you first met him. When he approached you, you were happy to disclose any questions he had, although you noticed that his left eye started to swirl as you spoke. It went back to normal quickly, however, so you went back to your usual talking pace. He ended the conversation briefly after that, and you were approached by more overlords during that event. (heavily edited this paragraph)

Now, you were hanging out with two of the three Vees. Velvette immediately invited you to chat about your new position after she heard while Valentino was lying on the other couch beside yours, on his phone.

She pried for an answer as to why you’d done what you did. When you gave her the direct answer of simply getting tired of it, she changed the topic to new fashion trends. You agreed to be her temporary model for her newest drafts, and Val piped in if you wanted a photo shoot for a magazine for an entirely different cause. Vel swatted his head away, rejecting his offer for you.

When the chatter had slowed down to silence, you explored around the spacious room as the others scrolled through their phone. You managed to find a video game that was unsurprisingly made by VoxTek. It was quite an old product, but it looked interesting enough, so you called out to the other overlords in the room if they wanted to play. They agreed.

•••

Vox’s eye twitched, snarling as he watched you get all buddy-buddy with Valentino and Velvette. And playing his game, no less? The fucking disrespect!

Initially, Vox liked you the moment he laid his eyes on you. That was one of the reasons why he made conversation with you, even if he had non-amicable intentions. You also had been gaining more power at the time and the other stronger overlords noticed, including him. He speculated on your potential to grow more influential and wanted to be acquainted with you for future use. However, you were instantly on his watchlist when he realized he couldn’t hypnotize you.

During the conversation you two had, he managed to get you to tell him how you got into your position, which didn’t even need much prying. You didn’t like business and politics, you hated forethought, and you didn’t even know there was such a thing as a hierarchy in Hell—you thought everyone just did their thing and be their worst, which was just fucking stupid.

You were reckless, an oversharer, unprofessional, passive, and unpredictable. In other words, you were an uncontrollable freak who had too much power. He didn’t understand how you were still alive.

Vox felt threatened when you made friends with Velvette before she even joined the Vees. He knew he couldn’t convince her to stop being in contact with you, so every time you two hung out, he would watch you two closely from his monitors. So far, he managed to keep you as far away from him as possible.

Until now. You were literally in the same building he was in. You were closer to him than you’ve been in years.

Velvette’s voicemail echoed throughout his office. She wasn’t answering any of his calls.

He cursed out loud. What a pain. It seemed he had to deal with you himself.

•••

“Val! What the fuck are you doing in last place?”

You three were playing Mario Kart (Wii), or at least, the rip-off version of it. It was still pretty decent, though. You all decided that doing all thirty-two races would be a fun way to pass the time until the Vees had to do their separate things.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? The buttons don’t do shit!”

“Use the rocket (Bullet Bill), shithead! Press the arrow key!”

“What the fuck is an arrow key—! Oh, there we go. I’m in second place! Ha! Eat shit, Princess Bitch!”

“Valentino! You blind ass, you’re blocking the screen!”

“I’m winning!”

“Taking my first place, you fucking won’t!”

You ignored their bickering and used two out of your three red shells to hit Rosalina and Toadette, a shit-eating grin on your face as you won first place.

A series of shouts and yells followed right after.

“Wait, what the fuck!”

“Who did that!”

“I did.” The two Vees turned their heads from the screen to see you comfortably lying upside down on the couch, legs hanging on the headrest.

Velvette’s shoulders relaxed. Valentino, on the other hand, flipped…the table. The TV was disconnected from its wires.

“What the—Valentino!” Velvette watched him stomp his way out of the room. “Valentino, where are you going? You better not be thinking about—…”

Velvette’s words fell silent as they both got farther from the room.

You placed the remote on the couch and finally sat upright, examining the space around you as chaos erupted from downstairs. It didn’t seem like they were coming back soon.

Hmm. Now you had the room all to yourself.

•••

You were busy rearranging the snacks and mixing their places into different cupboards when the double doors burst off their hinges and harshly hit the wall. You snapped your head to the entrance to catch a glimpse of a TV head before the doors closed back on themselves.

You snorted, going back to messing with Valentino’s stuff.

A moment of silence passed, and you stopped snooping around to check if Vox was still there, leaning down as you opened one of the two doors slightly. You saw his hands form into fists in front of you, and you immediately stood back to your height with a grin.

“The man himself!” You took a step away and opened both doors entirely, lifting your arms as a gesture of welcome even though he owned the place, and that irked him. “You know, Val and Vel and I played a game. You should’ve joined—”

“I know.”

“Oh, then the two are downstairs causing chaos.” You skipped over to the couch and sat on the headrest, falling back on the seat as you kicked your legs. “Usually that would be my thing, but—”

“I know.”

“And sorry for breaking those drones of yours. It was just—” you curled in yourself as you grabbed at your hands, “—in front of me, y’know—?”

“I know.”

“Wow, you know a lot.” He didn’t know if you meant that sarcastically or not. And that alone pissed him off further. “I’m assuming you also know that I stopped being an overlord?” You heard static in his direction.

“You…stopped being an overlord? No one just…stops being one.”

“Ooh, worded that wrong, huh?” You lifted your upper half to see the TV head still standing in the same spot. “I’m still technically one, I suppose, but I’m more, like, second in command? I’m just letting someone take over for me. The overlord life was too restricting, y’know?”

No, he didn’t know.

“Anyway, good talk.” You raised your legs and pushed them forward to stand up, making your way over to him. “I think I had an appointment with the guy who’s taking over. Thank Vel and Val for letting me hang out here. Actually, maybe go apologize to Val for me; I rearranged his cupboards.”

You patted his shoulder as you walked past. “See you soon, Vox!”

The man in question had his mouth slightly parted, his eyes still glued inside the room.

Shit. He was going to see you a lot often now, wasn’t he?

Fuck his life.

#hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #kinopiowrites

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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AIRPORTS WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw! 18+

notes: okay thanks for being patient everyone! This is going to be part 1 of a series I’m starting about vacationing with the snk men! This was super fun to make in preparation to my own vacation that I’m on now! Please let me know your thoughts and what else you’d like to see from me. Any other characters I should include? Solo drabbles or headcanons? Specific scenarios? Drop an ask!!

Part 2

EREN:

- Eren’s probably like 75% packed the day of the flight so the whole morning he’s scrambling to get the rest of his shit together

- I bet he has a gift of always having everything he needs? Has never forgotten a single item at home

- Probably looks like a model when he’s going to the airport, TSA and finding the gate and whatnot

- Like so damn effortless?? It’s all in his intense eyes and furrowed brow, he looks like he’s constantly smoldering

- In reality he’s just lost

- “(Y/N).” “What?” “We’ve been going the wrong direction for the past fifteen minutes. Our gate is the other way.”

- Eren is so bad with directions!! He just assumes he can figure it out without looking at a map

- He can’t

- I bet he’d sleep on you, head in your lap or just fully laid on top of you while you’re waiting to board

- Doesn’t want guys to hit on you while he’s asleep so he is literally on your lap the entire time to let them know you’re taken

- RIP if you have to pee he’s not getting up

- He’ll let you sleep on him during the plane to make up for it though? Poor guy can’t sleep on planes

- Just plays games on his phone the entire time or takes pictures of you sleeping to show you later

- Probably has the big clunky headphones for the plane ride but he’ll let you borrow them if you forget yours

- And he’ll sit in the middle seat for you xoxo

JEAN:

- Packed and ready to go the day before your flight

- But he’s the worst when it comes to packing!!!

- “Did you happen to pack an extra charger? Shit..” ends up buying the super overpriced ones at the airport, sorry king

- Otherwise he’d fully forget his carryon bag and have to turn around to pick it up from home, causing you both to almost miss your flight!!

- Probably the kind of guy to pay for TSA pre check or some other fancy upgrades during the flight

- Honestly probably just buys a bunch of expensive ass shit from the airport and doesn’t understand that he doesn’t have to do that?? “Gee, $16 for a burger? Okay I guess” like bro stop at McDonalds beforehand

- Super prepared for TSA and boarding, has you both checked in online already

- I bet he’d actually like walking around the airport and chatting with you, excited to go on a vacation with you! Doesn’t like to sit still while waiting to board

- Probably feels more comfortable having an arm around you or hold your hand while you wander the airport or wait to board

- Just wants to make sure you’re safe, plus he’s an affectionate guy when he’s sleepy and boy can he sleep on flights

- Probably has a neck pillow

- Would also probably be down to do some skincare stuff with you on the flight?? Like a mask or something hahah

- ALWAYS jokes about joining the mile high club with you, raising his eyebrows and elbowing you as you scoot out of your seat to go to the bathroom. “Oh? Should I come too?”

- So sorry. He needs to be in the aisle seat because of his big long legs, so you’re probably going to be stuck in the middle or window (‘:

- Will wake up well rested and is completely oblivious to your suffering. “Mornin’, sunshine! Sleep okay? What do you mean, you didn’t sleep at all???”

ARMIN:

- Super prepared and packed

- The type of traveler to provide you with a packing list and an itinerary for the trip??? So cute

- AND he’ll make sure to pack an extra charger just in case you forget one, a true hero

- “(Y/N) I figured you’d enjoy seeing this museum since I know you’re interested in architecture from that period, and I know that their collection has a really nice display!!!“ the whole trip has little surprises that he takes you to see!

- He will get you both to the airport like four hours too early, so sorry

- You guys are both sitting waiting to board for hours and he’s just reading one of the books he brought, so you better make sure you have a way to pass time lmao

- He will absolutely let you borrow a book otherwise :)

- Will talk your ear off (in a good way) about whatever place you’re going to!! Has researched the location thoroughly and will randomly tell you fun facts or anecdotes about the places you’ll visit!

- Honestly probably gets a bit anxious when it comes to airports?? They’re super hectic and he just wants to avoid as much stress as possible

- Too anxious to nap while waiting for the plane to board so I’d imagine him almost nodding up and then his head jolting back upright yk?

- But that means he’ll be out like a light immediately after take off!

- Would honestly love the window seat probably but will let you get first pick(: as long as you keep the window open so he can watch take off!!!

- Has one of those mini book lights so he can read without bothering others on the plane, in case he wakes up

- Might be a touch grumpy after the flight but I mean that’s his fault for always opting for the window seat

- After a quick stop at the hotel to drop off bags and take a nap and he’s good to go!

CONNIE:

- Contrary to what you might think I promise he is not a constant ball of energy

- Honestly similar to Eren I feel like he would just look so effortless??

- But secretly there is so much effort lol he definitely makes you look at his options for clothes for the AIRPORT

- “I gotta look like I’m not trying, yeah? Which pair of joggers makes my ass look good babe?”

- Chunky headphones, large ass fancy sneakers, etc

- Is so bad at directions too but who cares! Y’all get to the airport with enough time to spare and Connie’s kind of incapable of being in a bad mood when it comes to his vacations

- “Oh, I think our gates on the other side of the airport but check out this dope little snack shop, we can stock up for the 50 mile walk to our gate!” (It’s a ten minute walk)

- Honestly would be super fun to travel with, probably the perfect balance of keeping you busy/chatting and doing his own thing?

- While you guys settle in and wait to board he’s pointing out random people (discreetly!) and giving them entire backgrounds and life stories

- I feel like kids would be drawn to him too? So randomly he’ll nudge you and gesture towards a kid in a stroller who has been looking at him for seven minutes

- “What do I do? Should I square up?” Connie NO it’s a child

- Otherwise he’s probably going to have his headphones on, playing some game on his phone, and has an arm draped around you casually

- For some reason he’s obsessed with airport gift shops? He doesn’t care that they’re super overpriced

- “(Y/N) let’s get souvenir magnets!! 2 for $10!” “Connie we haven’t left our hometown yet” “I wonder if Sasha wants a magnet too…”

- Will probably sit wherever on the airplane so he lets you take the aisle seat, but heads up this man cannot hold his bladder so it might be better to give up the aisle, he’s up five times a flight at least

PORCO:

- Silently brooding for most of the time at the airport

- Doesn’t like them at all?? Too many obnoxious people, security is crowded and stressful, food is overpriced, etc

- Similar to Jean, forgets the most basic things like headphones or a phone charger and has to shell out like $20 for a shitty pair

- Also I feel like he just happens to be stopped for a pat down whenever he flies?? (I got one and they said certain pants materials light up their machine)

- I promise he’s super polite when it comes to TSA and other people at the airport but he’s just constantly inconvenienced by every little thing?? He just has bad luck is all

- Once you make it to the gate he throws on a pair of sunglasses and tucks himself into a chair and sleeps lmao

- He probably has a tradition of watching movies or something all night before leaving for vacation? Just a weird thing but he swears it’s good luck

- “(Y/N) c’mon we have to watch all of the Jurassic Park movies tonight. If we don’t the flight might be cancelled c’mon I already made popcorn for the both of us I can’t eat it all myself. (Y/N), babe, c’mon”

- That’s probably why he’s grumpy at the airport lmao he didn’t sleep at all the night before

- He’s also the kind of guy to insist on holding all of your luggage for you even though you both have 2 bags and it’s kind of a lot

- If you guys end up sitting in an exit row he’d spend a good portion of the trip panicking internally about the hypothetical situation in which he has to open the airplane door

- He spends the rest of the flight asleep or doing a crossword on his phone lol

- Oh he’d love to watch a movie with you on the flight!!

- The back of the seat TV thing yk?? He’d be so bad at trying to sync up both of your screens so you can watch together

- And his $20 shitty headphones are already busted so you guys end up watching together on your screen, cuddled up and using your headphones together

REINER:

- Oh lord he’d try so hard to prepare everything so that you guys can have a stress free vacation

- The type of guy to take things personally when they go wrong??

- “What do you mean our flight got delayed thirty minutes ☹️”

- Not mad at anyone!! Super polite and respectful obviously!! But he feels like it’s his fault

- “(Y/N)… I’m so sorry. I mistakingly booked us business class seats instead of economy” “Reiner those are literally NICER seats it’s fine!!”

- Will carry all of your bags the entire time

- He’s definitely brought some of your skincare products in his carryon bag because he was worried about you not having room in your suitcase

- Omg he’d also make sure there’s room for souvenirs in his bag!!

- I bet he’d come home with every cheesy little trinket, either as a gift for his friends and family or for you both to keep!

- If you wanted him to, he’d probably clean your cuticles or something while you’re waiting to board

- He just gets so much relief from knowing that you’re taken care of, he’s so honored to be able to take care of you😭 I love him

- That’s why he’ll totally take the window or middle seat to give you more leg room with the aisle

- Which goes horribly wrong because as we know Reiner is a large man

- Will let you sleep on him during the flight too, even if he cannot sleep

- After the flight the poor man just finds the nearest empty spot and lies down on the ground for four minutes to recover from being scrunched up for so long

LEVI:

- Similar to Porco, he just looks so grumpy at the airport, even more than usual

- They’re just so loud and the kids are annoying and they’re so hectic?? And unpredictable and gross??

- If you’re stressed at all he’ll definitely put on a brave face and lead you to your gate

- But in a moment of weakness might reach out for your hand during boarding, just to make sure you’re there

- Will also sleep on you once you’re in a secluded area of your boarding area

- Once he’s out, he’s OUT

- I’d imagine him being a really light sleeper normally, but in high stress situations he’s probably a lot harder to wake

- Especially when he’s going on a vacation with you yk?

- I feel like it’s 50/50 whether he’s prepared for the trip or not btw

- If he is prepared, he has your passport and boarding pass neatly waiting for you

- If not, he’s one of those people who holds up the line as he shuffles through his bag for it 💀 he just forgets that he needs it out it’s not his fault!

- He likes the window seat because he can lean against the window and sleep during the flight

- Doesn’t want to admit it’s because he knows he’s small and should be the one to sit there hahahah

- Also his ears probably pop really bad so the window seat isn’t the best for him but he’s stubborn 💀

- RUNS out of the airport as soon as y’all exit the plane

ZEKE:

- Maybe it’s just a Jaeger gene, but he also looks so effortlessly good at the airport??

- Unlike Eren though, he’s good at navigation so he’s got you both where you need to be with little to no stress

- Probably a touch intense when it comes to inconveniences though??? Poor airport workers

- He’s not mean he’s just very direct

- “😐 what do you mean we aren’t sitting together, can’t you just move some other people around?”

- Actually I bet he’d reserve seats for you both so that you can sit together but like each have aisle seats? Honestly the smartest of the bunch because that way you both get leg room

- Honestly I feel like Zeke is super put together so on vacations he might seem kind of lazy?

- But it’s the only time he gets to ease off yk

- So it might seem like he’s being too nonchalant about things or where you’re going yk?

- Like he’d be content just staying home with you for a week and getting to be away from work

- And he is excited about whatever you both have planned!! He’s just a “we’re play it by ear” type of guy

- “So what do you want to do after we drop off our stuff at the hotel?” “I don’t care” 😐😐 thanks Zeke

- But I promise he’s excited okay

- He’d probably want to hold your hand during the flight in between doing his crosswords lol, but he’d squeeze your hand as you prepare to land!!

- Snores on the plane. Sorry.

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed(: where would you want these boys to take you? Let me know if you want more of this series!

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Question: Why was Dean decided to get killed at the end of the series?

Jared: Yeah, why did he choose that?

Jensen: If you look closely, if you play it in slow motion, you actually you can see me steering and telling the guy where the nail was. A little to the left ... a little to the ... yep, yep, right there. Put me on it. End this misery. Uh, no. No man, that was not my choice, that was not Dean's choice by any means. It was certainly something that was heavily talked about and discussed and we knew, we essentially knew that ending when we started that season. And, you know, it's no secret that it took -

Jared: We've all seen the finale, correct?

Jensen: Spoiler alert. It was something that it took me a while to come around to - yeah, I didn't want to see Dean die, either. So it was - and we were talking about this earlier at our meet & greet, just about when really important characters get killed in shows and movies and stuff, that it unfortunately it sucks sometimes but it does make for good storytelling. It does make for good drama, and that's what we're in the business of doing.

Jared: And you're not getting off the hook, 'cause Sam died, too, dude. So, I don't know if you just stopped it at that part, but everybody's seen the spoiler alert. No, we actually, he's not joking, between seasons 14 and 15, when we knew 15 was the final season, we met up with Andrew Dabb and Bob Singer in L.A. and they kinda told us the short pitch. Like, hey, we don't know what every episode's about, what every scene's about, but here's what we're thinking we're working towards. And it kinda caught us both off guard, like, okay. And I think probably every season of Supernatural in the writers' room started off with one idea and it changed. You know, as a for instance, Genevieve, my wife, was supposed to be in, like, three episodes, she ended up being throughout the entire season and she came back and got married. [waggles finger] If you like it then you better put a ring on it! [Jensen shakes head] [Jared flips hair] I can do it again! I've got hair again! But it was also, it was a - I think he and I both, having chatted about it in the earlier parts of season 15? It kinda made sense for the storyline. Because I think if Sam died first, and Dean knew that he took Sam out of college to bring him back into the life, then that would have been the end of it, you know, like he wouldn't have been a very happy fellow. So I think it happened for a reason, but it is Supernatural, and people can come back to life, so we have someone writing season 16 over here [points to fan from previous panel]. So hopefully we get to see the boys ride again.

#chicon 2023 #j2 main panel

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tobiasdrake · 3 months

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This is the race to end all races.

Probably a good idea. Fortunately, he's a useless dipshit so he's entirely willing to hang out and wait for me to finish chatting with you.

Yeah, I guess you're right. Given what's at stake, I should take this seri--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?

You just swooped in and fucking stole is while Bottom's Tight wasn't looking? That's amazing. You're my favorite person, Shopkeeper.

Oh. That's disappointing. I was hoping something would eventually come of that.

In any case. Okay. Focus up. This guy doesn't have shit.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

I HAD HIM I WAS SO CLOSE

I can't fucking believe the kind of turnaround he's made.

Get back here you little shit and--

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

I'M BETTER THAN YOU I AM

HAHAHAHAHAHA Get fucked and choke you persistent little shit

Goddammit, is there anyone more frustrating in this entire fucking world!? I was so close about four rounds ago and then everything goddamn went to shit.

Don't think you can run from me. Your stupid, ugly face has a date with volcanic glass!

YOU stay out of this. This is between me and him. He knows what he did. This is going to be therapeutic.

Wait, is that why he missed his last jump at the end? He fucking let me win!?

Shit. I thought I was just cool.

NO.

Don't you fucking dare

NO NO NO NO DON'T YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING--

SON OF A FUCKMOTHERING DUMP TRUCK OF--

Go away, I have more obscenities to shriek and you're ten.

Right!? I hope you guys have a plan because I am so fucking lost right now and all I can think about is my overwhelming urge to start stabbing whatever's nearby.

The fuck are you talking ab-- Oh wow, that's very nice, actually. The way his horns cut through it and then wrap around to bind it to his head is a nice touch.

YES. His hat may be impressive, but its power is paltry compared to the power of two hats. Uh, sorry we don't have a spare for you Artificer, but... you're a little too young for hat mojo. But hey, now you have something to look forward to when you're older.

While I get to play Punch-Out with this dipshit's face. Better focus the fuck up, Little Mac, 'cause Mr. Sandman's here to clean your clock.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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integra1127grimmreaper · 10 months

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The New Devil's Pact - Part Seven

Ike Evans Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 6

Ike hadn't slept a wink last night; tossing and turning the entire time as images of him pressing you against the door kept flashing through his mind. The way your body felt pressed against his, your smell, the way you tasted, and the way you whimpered out his name; all of it kept playing on repeat.

Not able to force sleep or pretend to be asleep next to Vera, he ended up spending the rest of the early morning smoking and drinking on the balcony.

Let's just say, that coping mechanism was kicking him in the ass right now though. His head was pounding like a motherfucker and really wasn't looking forward to seeing you smugly flaunting yourself around him all day.

"Mr. E, your partner's here..." Flo suddenly announces over the intercom as if his thoughts had magically conjured you up.

"Hi there, Partner..." you enter Ike's office with a broad smile, causing him to internally groan in annoyance.

"What can I do for you?" Ike grumbles out, sitting up straighter in his seat.

"Now is that anyway to greet..." you teasingly frown at him.

"I thought we were 'close friends'... especially after last night."

"That was a mistake" Ike utters out scowling.

"Really now...?"

With a mischievous smirk, you slowly move around his desk. Stopping right next to his chair, you take a seat on the edge of the desk and began running your fingertips across the top of his hand that was rested on the desk.

"Didn't seem like it when your hands were all over my body..."

Slowly moving your fingers up Ike's arm then, across his chest, and upward to grasp his jaw within your hold.

"Especially when your tongue was battling mine for dominance..."

Ike was about to retort your statement when suddenly the intercom goes off.

"You're wife's here, Mr. E..."

Eye's blown wide in panic, Ike looks toward the door and then at you.

With an eye roll, you get up from the desk, grabbing the pack of cigarettes on top of it; you place one between your lips. Realizing your coverup, Ike quickly grabs the lighter; lighting the cigarette just in time as Vera entered.

"Thanks" you remark loudly, stepping back from him and turning toward the seat in front of him.

"Vera..." you smile at her in greeting, blowing the smoke into the air and going up to hug her.

"Y/N..." she smiles, returning the hug.

"How are you feeling after last night?"

"Much better now, thank you" you reply taking a seat.

"Ike and I were just discussing some business."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I interrupted then" Vera comments.

"No need" you shrug off her apology.

"I have some place I need to be, so I was heading out in any case."

"If you're sure..." Vera remarks.

"Yes, yes. Don't worry about it" you get up.

"We'll chat more into detail soon about that matter we were discussing Ike."

Ike gives you a silent nod in responds and you flash both him and Vera a smile as you turn to leave.

"Y/N, wait!" Vera suddenly calls out.

"Yes...?" you turn back to look at her.

"Are you busy later?"

"No" you reply, frowning in confusion.

"How about meeting up for lunch later?" Vera offers.

"That would be lovely..." you grin at her in response.

"Good" she nods in satisfaction.

"I'll see you later in the coffee shop then."

"Perfect..." you nod with a broad smile, turning to make your leave then.

Vera and you were chatting about while having lunch, when suddenly she brings up the meeting you had with Ike earlier this morning.

"If you don't mind me prying, the business you and Ike discussed earlier... did it have to do with the hotel?"

Trying your best to suppress the chuckle that threatened to come out, you softly smile at her.

"Yes, as his new partner we have a lot to discuss about the hotel. I have a lot to learn about running the hotel business, so he and I will be spending quite some time together."

"Oh, I'm so glad Ike took my advice and offered you a partnership..." Vera sighs in relief.

"I'd rather he goes into business with you than Meg Bannock." Confessing to you then.

"To be honest, I don't trust that woman at all..."

Oh, honey, I'm the one you shouldn't be trusting... you internally giggle.

"Oh, I haven't purchased any shares of the hotel..." you politely inform her.

Vera frowns at you in confusion.

"Didn't you just say that you're his new partner?"

"Yes, I am" you nod at her.

"I didn't purchase the shares though, I inherited them from my late grand-uncle, Sy Berman..."

Vera's face turns ghostly pale then.

"You're related to Sy Berman...?"

"Yes" you nod in response.

"And you're now Ike's partner because you inherited those shares...?"

"Yes..." you smile, nodding again.

"I-I thought Sy sold the shares back to Ike?"

"They had spoken about doing so, but then Sy died before anything was finalized and now, I own them" you shrug with a sweet smile plastered on your face.

"Oh..." was all Vera could reply.

"Don't worry, I'm not at all anything like my uncle was" you assure with a fake sympathetic look.

"Oh-thank-God..." Vera sighs out, eyes widening when realizing what she had just said and immediately apologizing.

"I'm so sorry..."

"It's perfectly fine..." you pat her hand in reassurance as you continued smiling.

I'm a lot worse than he was...

Part 8

#ike evans #ike x reader #ike x y/n #magic city #Isaac Evans #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm

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quinloki · 4 months

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This ask game is v fun. I choose Heat x reader for #5 I've always seen Heat as shy person whos not super confident in showing affection much both romantically and platonicly. So when he does show afection it takes the form of actions rather than words. Set before we get together~ I have a small-ish manga collection rn so before getting together, I love talking about the series that i have. So I can imagine talking to Heat about one of the series and talking about new volumes coming out. The next time the ship docks I get stuck on chore duty, while Heat can go out to wander for a bit, coming back that night with a new volume that I needed. I like to hug when I get excited about presents, so I can easily imagine myself hugging him and kissing his cheek as a thank you. His blushing would be adorable, and quite pronounced :3 Also just kissing him as a greeting or in passing because he even looks cute while playing cards with the boys or something. I can imagine they tease him a little bit but are happy for him

5- Write about a casual kiss between your ship.

D'awwwww <3 I can see Heat being shy too. Like, not crippling so, I don't think, but he's certainly not confident like Killer or Kid (let's be fair, few people can match Kid's "confidence"). But part of it is that he doesn't want to accidentally fuck his chances before he's even gotten started.

That whole scenario is adorable though, I love it \o/

x reader style with Ace

I'm going to cheat a little and just drop a excerpt from Just Like Fire, because it really nails the entire vibe I'm going for, and there's no reason to write it all out. (but, under a cut, cause it's long)

“They grow up so fast.” Ace muses once the door closes and you laugh.

“Trying to hold onto that eldest title, aren’t you?” You tease.

“I don’t have to hold onto it, it’s mine.” Ace sticks his tongue out at you as he hands off a small stack of bentos to Luffy.

“C’mon Ace, we’re gonna be late!” Luffy stays, grabbing the lunches and heading down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ace turns to you. “Have a good day, bella.” He says, kissing you on the forehead before dashing out of the kitchen.

“You … too.” You manage to say, realization sinking in as your hand goes up to your forehead.

You stand in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to play back the event, but you can’t manage to decide if he did it without thinking or not. He had run off very quickly afterward, but he was also in a rush to catch up to Luffy.

bella.

You pull out your phone and then stop. You don’t want to text him, he’s driving. You don’t want to call, he’s driving and Luffy is in the truck with him. Everyone’s going to be home tonight, and you won’t be able to talk then without someone – or everyone – knowing.

Which would not be the end of the world, but it would be the end of the world. You don’t want everyone knowing until you know.

Setting your phone down you cover your face with your hands, trying desperately to decide if you’re delighted or mortified.

No one else was around. You can’t be mortified if no one else was around.

“No, I can absolutely be mortified without anyone else around.” You grumble to the empty house before gathering up your things and heading to the bus stop.

You nearly miss your stop, and end up thanking one of your fellow commuters for reminding you before it’s too late. Scrambling off the bus you slip through the lobby and take the elevator up to the eleventh floor. Getting to your desk you start your computer up and while you’re waiting for it to catch up you pull out your phone.

There’s already a few texts waiting for you. Some were in the group chat that the four of you had set up.

Luffy: Ace nearly wrecked the truck!

Sabo: Are you alright?

Ace: I swerved a little. I did not “nearly wreck”.

Luffy: You never swerve.

Sabo: You never swerve.

Ace: We’re fine, just drop it.

You smile as you catch up on the chat and check the other notifications you have. It’s direct from Ace, and you’re not surprised to see your hunch was correct.

Ace: I did NOT reali

Ace: until I was halfway to the station!

Ace: ze*

Ace: I did not mean to just do that!

Ace: (ᗒᗣᗕ)

Ace: If I made you uncomfortable I am so sorry! o(╥﹏╥)o

Your smile widens, and you can feel yourself relaxing a little. Ace’s use of emojis was impressive, and the cute faces were always entertaining. Right now, they were helping to make the morning feel less mortifying.

You: It didn’t make me uncomfortable.

You: But, I think we need to talk. ^^;;

You turn back to the group chat and grin deviously.

You: Did it happen about halfway to the station, Luffy?

Luffy: It did! How’d you know?

You: Women’s intuition ~_^

Your phone dings with a notice from Ace, and at first it’s just an emoji that you bet has more to do with the group chat than it does your private conversation.

Ace: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Ace: After dinner? I wanted to show you something by the fire pit anyway.

You: It’s a date.

Ace: o(≧∇≦o)

You nearly drop your phone when you realize what you had typed versus what you had meant to type.

You: Deal! Deal! It’s a DEAL. @_@

Ace: ﾍ(;;￣∇￣)ﾉ

Ace: >.>

Ace: That gives me time to plan a better first date then ヽ(⌐■_■)ノ♪♬

ask game post

#Let's Give Them Something to Talk About #quin answers #ask game #x reader #anon asks #Just Like Fire (reference)

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what is rhsmp??

hi anon! you have invoked the beast with this innocuous ask! thank you :)

rhsmp, or Roughhouse SMP was an smp run by and played on by, as you'd assume, roughhouse! the server started in late october of 2020, and... didn’t really formally conclude? i’m pretty sure the server itself is offline, but it remained playable for nearly a full YEAR after launch. for those unaware, roughhouse is a group of streamers/content creators who mostly met on/during smplive/smpearth. while some friendships predated both servers, the group really only came together during smplive, and finalized being solidified during smpearth. here's their yt channel for their podcast! (their podcast thats sort of on hiatus but its ok its fine its fine we're coping its fine)

while most of the server's run was it simply being a normal minecraft smp for the group, as well as a few friends of the group at the time, such as crumb, sophietexas, a LOT of their s/o's, and fuckin. rav the rapper of all people. yes, as in that rav the one that was on epicsmp.

like most collaborative cc content from 2020 (ie; smpearth, earlier dsmp vods, sbirust) as you'd expect, most of the vods are lost! yipee (derogatory!) the key word there, though, is most. luna and poke have every single one of their vods fully archived! everyone please thank luna and poke. for highlight videos, again, luna and poke are absolutely carrying, especially in luna's case. they have a TON of older rhsmp highlight videos you can find on their main channel! poke also has a few highlight videos, as does james. (...on the topic of james, though, finding those videos may be a bit tricky. the guy privated all of his main channel videos, so the only way to watch his stuff is to either use this archive channel that someone set up (with the downside of the videos being in 360p at best,) or to ermm maybe? maybe join this discord?? and ask for the james archive? and about rhsmp? totally not me shamelessly plugging it?) every other pov, though, has sadly been lost to time. F in chat and the like.

but, enough about vods and lost media, let's talk LORE! rhsmp really didn't start out with intended lore, nor was it ever scripted or acted out, but it very much WAS present, whether it be in the background for the majority of the smp, or right in the forefront right near the end of it.

the two biggest and most noteworthy instances of lore imo were the Console War and The Forbidden Blade of Roughhousia.

let's start with the first one. the Console War was a short, one stream or so long altercation that involved luna building a GIANT XBOX Series X to rival michael's giant and just a little bit ugly PS5 in spawn. it wasn't entirely a "war" in the sense of there being battles, but more in the sense of destruction and petty, low blows. an ingame cat kicks the bucket. an important structure blows up. a god causes problems on purpose. y'know, normal stuff!

speaking of a god, let's talk about The Forbidden Blade of Roughhousia! rhsmp's server admin was the one and only ogbeefstew, and if you're familiar with him already, you likely know what i'm about to describe. for those unfamiliar though, i'll summarize; beef is a silly little quirky fucking unhinged creature. and we love him for that <3 during the server's white elephant gift exchange, beef's gift that he inadvertently submitted by proxy of luna was. uh.

this! the forbidden blade! forged by a god! offered up to mortals as if it were nothing more than a toothpick! i don't think any form of me trying to summarize the impact of this item would do it much justice, so i'll just link poke's vod of the gift exchange to let you watch the carnage yourself. (the sword itself comes into play around the 2:49:00 mark) aside from that though, beef has actually talked about the server's lore in retrospect! a friend and i have been trying to track down the instance in a vod of luna's so obv take this with a grain of "source: dude trust me" flavored salt, but the jist of it is that when the sword was finally broken, the server would either end or reset into a new world. very cool stuff for something as small as a friend group smp!

EDIT: the clip in question has been found! you can watch it here! the jist of the clip is that luna, beef, and dink were discussing how they would theoretically ‘reboot’ the world for a season 2. beef suggested that whoever had ended up with the sword would end up snapping and killing everyone, including beef, the admin. this would then reset the world. how? idk lol

now, with all of that being said, should you watch rhsmp? if you're okay with only having two solid povs at your disposal, then sure!

if you do seriously want to watch this server/series, i would mostly recommend luna's pov of highlights, as its a nice intro into the funny little world that had been built up. if you're dedicated or curious enough about the lore, their vods channel is also the first place i'd recommend you start, before moving on to poke's.

tl;dr- god i love it when minecraft servers accidentally get a crazy compelling storyline that very few people ever know about after the server closes. i love having all of this knowledge trapped in my brain. please watch rhsmp. help me.

#roughhouse smp #rh #pokay #wuna301 #michaelmcchill #michael mcchill #ogbeefstew #beefstew #smplive #smpearth #<- for reach lol

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Moral Orel #42: “Nesting” | November 20, 2008 - 12:15AM | S03E12

It’s the penultimate episode of Moral Orel, unless you count the bonus episode Abstinence or the special Beforel Orel. This one starts off with a scene taking place during Offensiveness, in which Orel gets eggs banned. Here we learn that the way Orel got eggs banned was by making an appeal to the Mayor, who he (and we) find out is Orel’s father, Clay. Clay Puppington has been the mayor this entire time! This is the “stinking dead-end job” he’s been complaining about for the entire series!

After these scenes, we join up with the present, where it’s Easter in Moralton. Miss Censordoll finds out that Orel was shot by his father, and begins hatching her scheme to gain control of the town. In Alone, we see her lording over a cardboard diorama of Moralton, and the opening sequence of this episode reminds us of this.

There is yet another time jump forward to November. Clay is running against Miss Censordoll for mayor as an incumbent. Orel, dealing a blow of betrayal to his father, is Censordoll’s campaign manager, and even appears in a pamphlet in his still-hobbled state, pointing out the fact that he shot his own goddamned flesh and blood.

It’s established throughout the episode that Clay shares Censordoll’s passion for eggs, as sinful as they are. It’s tied to his own shameful issues with his Oedipal complex and his mother’s death he caused as a boy. When they have a debate, he cracks up, and Censordoll realizes that she can control him and concedes the election. The episode ends with them having a chat at the bar, which eventually ends with her seducing him.

This one is fairly complicated, and requires a decent memory from watching Offensiveness. Easy to lose sight of is just how much the episode moves ahead through time. There’s also the detail of Orel and Clay’s relationship; Clay had been shamefully ignoring and avoiding Orel for the past six months.

The reason this detail is sorta glossed over (it’s mentioned in dialogue), is that originally this season was meant to be 20 episodes, and Dino originally wanted to have an episode or two that showed Clay avoiding Orel. The scene in Clay’s study where Orel remains stonefaced while his father dresses him down for his betrayal is the first time they’ve spoken directly to one another since Easter. At this point in the series, we see Orel has fully lost respect for Clay.

According to the video commentary for this episode (viewable on Youtube at the moment, also linked to from the Moral Orel wiki in an alternate link) This episode was originally going to coincide with the 2008 election, which at the time of production looked like it might have been Hillary Clinton vs. McCain. This was mostly a coincidence, but they were interested in playing that up for the promotion of the episode. It wound up being the Big O limo man instead of Hilldog as we all know.

The scene where Clay morphs into his little boy self sounds like it wasn’t scripted; Scott recorded his lines and slipped into the little boy voice on the word “mommy”, and as Dino describes it he decided to destroy Scott’s subtlety and animate Clay as his little boy self for one shot. I like it fine! Animation is supposed to be visually expressive!

The song at the end, when Clay is macking on Censordoll, was originally supposed to have legible lyrics. It was a mashup of "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" and "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" called "I Saw Santa kissing Grandma’s Corpse". Eben Schleter wrote the lyrics and Dino described them as being horrifically shocking. It’s on the official, but very limited, Moral Orel soundtrack that was distributed to the cast, crew, and some fans. It’s unavailable on YouTube as far as I can tell, which is weird. You’d figure someone would’ve uploaded it there. Maybe I will. Not sure if the horrifically shocking part is in the segment we get; seems like pretty normal stuff to me.

Dino also decided against using it because he didn't want people to think there was a connection between Clay kissing Censordoll as a "corpse". Censordoll's obsession with eggs is because she's barren (because her parents removed her reproductive organs as a child), for those of you who are connection-hounds.

Finally: my proprietary tidbit, which is special, and I am special for knowing: The “stinkin’ dead-end job” running gag with the mayor reveal was actually an unrealized concept from The Ben Stiller Show, which Dino wrote for. There was a running sketch which was a bad sitcom about an obnoxious sockpuppet named Skank who was the patriarch of a human family. Dino had pitched an idea that Skank would come home muttering “stinkin’ dead-end job!” on some repeated basis and that they’d eventually reveal that he was the mayor. The reason “Nesting” was selected as one of the episodes to produce for season three was because Dino really wanted to make sure we got this payoff with Clay, and this joke was planned since the beginning of the series. I unfortunately knew that tidbit before Moral Orel even was a thing, so I also knew and was perhaps mildly robbed.

44 NIGHTS OF OREL

This premiere was preceded by a repeat of Offensiveness, which is to be expected... to say the least!

MAIL BAG

@snusuwiwjs asks:

What is your opinion on Barenaked Ladies? It looks like a scrapped finale that got replaced by Live at Fillmore.

I never actually did watch those Gametap era Space Ghost episodes, but I will at some point for this blog, so I have no idea! If you're saying you think that it was an intended finale for television, that's pretty interesting. My understanding is that those episodes weren't actually written by anyone connected to the original Coast to Coast. It is weird thinking there are episodes of that show I haven't watched, but here we are!

8SLV2P77djc. You can go ahead and type that into youtube, PRINCESS

Wow, that's so weird. Is that a talking chicken? What the hell are these Cartoon guys smoking? LMFAO

KON! writes:

RE: MORAL ORAL EPISODE S03E11 "SACRIFICE" I can't believe Dino did a Horace & Pete years before Louie

Except I didn't have to pay five dang dollars for it!!! I had to pay $200 dollars a month for a cable package that included hundreds of channels I did not need or want, and spend one half of my waking hours at work in order to afford it. Morally that's a much better deal because Louie grabbed his dick at some broad and said "nice fuckin' model" to her (sexist).

#adultswim2021 #adult swim #moral orel

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Blake Shelton on His Holiday Plans with Wife Gwen Stefani

Relationships DECEMBER 12, 2022

Blake Shelton is going to have a delicious holiday season.

On Monday’s episode of “The Jennifer Hudson Show,” the country singer told Jennifer — his former co-judge on “The Voice” — that he and wife Gwen Stefani plan to do lots of cooking this month.

“I’m married to a Stefani, who cooks everything all the time,” he said.

Blake said one of their traditional meals is a timpano, layers of pasta cooked in dough.

“There’s heaven inside of there,” he said about the dome-shaped dish.

The singer added that the couple — who were married in 2021 — plan on making other yummy recipes.

Check out more highlights from Blake’s interview, below.

Blake on Gifting Little David a Goat

During their time on “The Voice,” Blake said he gave Jennifer’s son Little David a goat named Prancer.

“Blake sent me a whole goat!” Jennifer exclaimed.

While at the studio one day, Blake said he was walking behind Jennifer and David. That’s when David turned around and told him, “Mom said you can get us a goat.”

“’Cause I’m the country guy on the show, I just call one out from the barnyard,” Blake joked.

However, Blake said he ended up getting a goat and flew the animal “first class” from Oklahoma to Chicago.

“Most memorable Christmas for my kid ever,” Jennifer said.

Blake on His Last Season of ‘The Voice’

In the chat, Blake told Jennifer that he is gearing up for the singing show’s Season 22 finale.

“You always win. You think you’re gonna win again?” Jennifer asked him.

“I’ll tell you this. If I don’t win, that show is rigged,” he joked.

Noting that he has been on “The Voice” since Season 1, Blake added, “If I hadn’t won a bunch of times, that would be embarrassing.”

Sadly, Blake announced this year that Season 23 will be his last.

“I’m happy about it,” he said about his decision.

Blake explained that he had planned to leave after Season 20, but because of the pandemic, he “didn’t want to walk” out on the crew who have “become my family.”

He also said he wanted to give the show enough time “to find the right person to take my seat.”Mama Hud’s Holiday Giveaway Day 2! 3

Blake on His Favorite Bar Song

During his appearance, Blake promoted his game show, “Barmageddon,” where his celebrity friends compete against one another in a series of bar games.

Noting that the show has fun games such as “sharts” and “ax hole,” he warned that it is “not necessarily a family show.”

When Jennifer asked him about his favorite bar songs, he said his favorite was “Margaritaville” by Jimmy Buffett.

“‘Margaritaville’ is my go-to. Everybody knows all the words. Even if you mess it up, it doesn’t matter.”

Coincidentally, Blake said he sang the song for one of the show’s opening acts and realized, “I sang the wrong lyrics my entire life.”

Blake on His Touching Connection to Cher

Later in their chat, Jennifer played a game called “Blake or Fake,” where Blake read statements that may or may not be true.

When Blake read, “Cher dedicated an album to my father,” Jennifer thought it was false.

“I can never tell if he’s serious or not,” she said.

However, Blake said it was true. He explained that when he ran into Cher one day, he told her that his dad was “her biggest fan.”

When her album came out, somebody told him that Cher had dedicated her new project to his father.

“She did that,” Blake exclaimed. “Unbelievable.”

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On today’s episode of my confusing and random, dumb dreams:

I had a dream that I was at my brothers house, and I was watching episode 4 of a series that was like- really dramatic. All the bad sanses were dragons but dream wasn’t , and was being hunted down by the dragons . It was also set in a medieval fantasy kinda world.

The specific part I was watching was really cool. Dream was in the ruins of a castle that was surrounded by lava, and Killer (who, reminder: is a dragon ) showed up. Basically, there is no way Dream should’ve survived. He was literally on a rickety ass broken down castle tower, hiding behind some fallen rocks cause a massive dragon just landed there and the only way he could escape was to fall into the lava-

So, he did the only thing he really could. He walked out and started talking to killer as if they were old pals. Killer actually found this kinda amusing and decided to play along, seeing as dream had no escape right now. But after a while of chatting, killer actually kinda respected Dream. I mean, he’s a tiny skeleton who is being hunted by an entire gang of the most vicious dragons on earth and he just…walked out to one of the dragons and started making small talk.

Killer eventually said he had to go now or the gang would get suspicious, and as killer was stretching his wings to fly off, Dream asked if he could perhaps try persuade the other dragons to let him join them. Killer pretty much laughed at dream for that, but agreed, and the episode ended with a dramatic scene of killer flying away. Although, everyone knows this is risky as hell. If killer requests this to the gang and they say no, they will 100% kill him. So basically dream and killer are kinda forced to be friends right now.

Also just so you know how dramatic this was, dream was like, covered in wounds and injuries, and his clothes were mostly stained with his own blood. And the dragons were huge, Killer was the smallest one and his head alone was bigger than dream. Killers scales were white but looked kinda sooty, as if he’d been charred, and his jaw was red tinted from blood.

Honestly, it’s a miracle dream had even survived at all with 4 of these dragons chasing him. They were genuinely terrifying and the series was amazing, I could try draw it but I wouldn’t be able to do do it justice, and I’m already starting to forget parts of the dream.

I’m genuinely really annoyed that show isn’t real, I genuinely can’t do it justice in words it was actually fucking amazing. There was so much lore and character development it was just amazing. I could ramble on and on about this I swear-

It was so amazing I could cry.

#this probably makes no sense but I can’t be bothered to proof read #plus my cat had her head stuck in a carrier bag handle and it’s hilarious

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A Ballad with Garroth Ro’meave

Notes: And the Aphmau RP content brain rot continues

Similar with Laurance’s version, please keep in mind that these are all my own headcanons and may not be entirely accurate to the lore due to not watching all of the Aphmau RP series. There is honestly too much for me to catch up on.

Genre: Fluff

𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸'𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝓒𝓓

Picks at grass and tends to peel it when he is sitting down in a patch. Although he only does this habit when he is off duty or has no need to be on watch or on high alert of any dangers.

Garroth loves to watch people simply be people. If he sees two friends laughing and chatting over a cup of coffee, wholesome. A family having a picnic lunch, that makes him smile. Kids running around and playing, he eats that up.

Reference from the point above, simply seeing people be human makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside because it means the people he guards feel safe in his village. Garroth's proud he can help create that feeling of safety.

He has a horrible habit of picking at his fingernails when stressed. There are often scabs from how bad it gets. Garroth tends to wears gloves more in order to avoid making the scabs any worse.

Takes care of plants that climb the walls of the guard quarters. He just likes the simple vegetation. It contrasts with the unapproachable or unwelcoming atmosphere the building gives off. He thinks the vegetation makes the guard quarters a little more welcoming.

And also the plants or weeds that just chill in the cracks of the paths or stone. He likes it because it feels more lively and not so monotonous or perfect. He will only keep the weeds that grow in the cracks of stone as long as it doesn't cause any damage to the buildings/roads

When he wore his helmet a lot, he would take it off in seclusion in order to feel the rain hit his face. His helmet is not breathable at all, although very sturdy in turn, so it's refreshing to get the brush of fresh air across his face when he removes it. Along with the drops of water would feel revitalizing to him.

Garroth refuses to throw away any gift that is given to him, even if it brings bad memories. He just believes that everything holds value and importance if it was given to him. Whether it taught him a lesson, or simply makes his heart melt because someone cared enough to show him a kind gesture.

Whenever given a little gift from a villager he protects, say a small keychain or charm, he attached it to a satchel he owns, to Raven's carrier bag, or the end of his sword for good luck.

Every time he receives a gift from a girl, he ends up blushing and stumbling over his words as he tries to thank them. He is so awkward going about it. It almost always ends up being kind of cute and clumsy.

Tends to bump into objects more after an armor change. He's just not used to the size change if it's different from his original suit. Also his cape manages to latch onto like every surface that sticks out. He couldn’t even imagine the amount of times he got jerked back by his cape catching on a doorknob or tree branch.

Gets antsy when sitting in one place for too long. Turns into a pacer and walks back and forth.

𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸'𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽

Major golden retriever energy. He is easily excitable and very friendly. Is perfectly okay chatting with a stranger. And he is very easy to talk with as well. Has no problem being the chatty one or the listener.

If he is at a grocery store and sees someone buying something like cake mix he just starts talking, “That’s a good flavor! You should pair it with strawberry frosting. It really compliments the cake. Is the cake for anything in particular? Like a birthday party?”

Drinks respect women juice on the daily. You know Zianna, his mother, raised him very well. She wanted Garroth to be a gentleman no matter his age! She did not want any excuse for his poor behavior to boil down to “Boys will be boys”. Not on her watch! So Garroth’s manners are top notch.

He loves physical contact. Garroth often is found unintentionally touching someone who is close to him. Like putting an arm around someone's shoulder, knees touching, or brushing hands together, etc. Both for platonic or romantic relationships

Was a baby sitter as a side hustle to already working part time at a day care in high school. He's just a sucker for kids since he grew up being the eldest of three. It allows for him to unleash his inner child and just enjoy simpler times.

Garroth enjoys showing the kids how to play baseball the most since he used to play in high school and just loves the sport.

Sings in the shower and oh my god is it loud, but I mean get it I guess. It is a full on concert for him.

Enjoys older rock bands like; Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, AC / DC, etc.

Garroth has to be reminded by friends and family that it's okay to show weakness and ask for help. Being the eldest he often had all eyes on him to succeed so he has to remember that it's okay to not be perfect.

Laurance often reminds him to share his burdens so he doesn’t bottle everything up.

Becomes unreasonably attached to other people's pets since he never had his own. Absolutely will barge into a friend's house just to chill with their cat or dog. Probably where he got the whole breaking down the door thing from hehe.

A bit on the pasty side so he has to wear a lot of sunscreen. Otherwise he won't stop whining about how much his sunburn stings.

Zane always ends up sharing some of his sunscreen with Garroth if he is there with him, whether by Garroth stealing it or Zane reluctantly giving him some. Zane has some of the strongest SPF sunscreen to.

Terrible at Monopoly. He could get the greatest crutch like an entire wall of properties, and still end up losing.

#Garroth Ro'meave #Aphmau #MCD #Mystreet #Minecraft Diaries #Aphmau Garroth #Headcanons

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Bryan Kneef: Breaking Point, Part Five

Word Count: 5864

TW: Angst; fake dating; smut (PiV, protected). 18+ only.

AN: Part five of a nine part series. Other parts can be found here.

Bryan hadn’t exactly lied to you about St. Kitts. He wasn’t going with family. Well, one of the other people going was his step-brother, Kyle, but Bryan didn’t consider him family. They had both gone to the same college for undergraduate, pledged the same frat, when their parents (Bryan’s father, Kyle’s mother) met and married. And then, five years ago, another frat brother sold his share of the St. Kitts villa to Kyle…the rest was history.

They were cordial enough with each other, but Kyle had a habit of reporting back to the parental units, which caused Bryan to keep him at arm’s length. He wasn’t estranged from his family, exactly. He just kept his distance.

He sat in his office a few days after the embarrassing scene with you, and things seemed fine. You came in each morning, gave him the same small nod of greeting, then got to work. No fiery missives from H.R. No visits from the building security guard to march him off-property.

Which was good – one less thing to worry about. As the threat of losing his job for sexual harassment faded, another problem loomed. And, like the former, the latter was entirely of his own creation.

Bryan should have just cancelled the trip to St. Kitts. Cara and her husband would be there. No one would blame him, but some petty voice in the back of his head convinced him that it would be a surrender. That it would seem he wasn’t over it, all these years later.

But he also couldn’t turn up single. So on the group chat, he lied without a single thought to the consequences….and the lie grew and grew, until he realized to his horror that he had told everyone – Cara included – that he was bringing his very loving, very obviously real girlfriend.

He sat at his desk now, scrolling with growing panic through his list of female friends. “Friends” was a stretch – they were all women he had dated or fucked. Neither was an ideal pool to find a fake girlfriend. The women he dated all probably had hard feelings – Bryan Kneef was not exactly one to let a woman down gently. The ones he fucked likely were pissed that he never called again.

There was Poppy, but a shared villa in St. Kitts was unlikely to tempt her – her family was filthy rich and owned an island outright. Meredith was too dim to play along. Anna was smart enough to play along, but she was mean enough to sell him out at the worst moment.

Well, fuck.

He sat his phone down and scrubbed his face with his hands. He gazed out of his open office door into the bullpen, and as usual, his eyes fell on you.

When he watched you, sometimes you felt it and sometimes you were oblivious. You were scowling at your computer screen, the hook end of a candy cane hanging out of your mouth like a cub reporter with a cigarette. He watched you, fascinated, as you sucked on the end of the candy, whittling the end to a sharp point like he used to do as a child.

You must have felt his eyes after all – your eyes drifted from your computer screen to his office, and when you made eye contact with him, you pulled yourself up a little. Stopped your borderline obscene licking of the candy cane. Blushed.

Here was an interesting idea he hadn’t considered. He stared at you so hard, the wheels turning in his head, that you squirmed under his scrutiny and eventually stood up and left the bullpen. It looked like you were headed towards the little breakroom for a coffee. A few moments later, you returned with a steaming mug, and Bryan was standing in the doorway of his office.

“Hey,” he called out, getting your attention. “Come in here. We need to talk.”

*****

You were glad you hadn’t been taking a sip of your coffee when Bryan Kneef asked you his outlandish question. It wouldn’t be a good career move to spit-take on your boss.

In fact, your brain was so unwilling to understand his question that he had to repeat it again, and then a third time with even less patience.

“You know, when I was in the third grade, I had a boyfriend,” you told him. “His name was Zach, and he had blond hair like a surfer boy.”

“I don’t give a shit about your ex-boyfriend,” he said, exasperated.

“You should. Because he was made up. I lied about meeting some amazing boy at summer camp because I was embarrassed to not have a boyfriend. And, you know. I was nine.”

“What’s your point?”

You held your hands up in supplication. “My point is that I was nine when I outgrew lies about significant others. Have I wandered out of my life and into a Hallmark movie? Who takes a fake girlfriend on a vacation?”

“I’m being serious. Two weeks in St. Kitts, all expenses paid. You just have to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

You scooted forward in your chair until you were perched on the edge, and you leaned forward as much as you could to face him. “Bryan, you hate me. Absolutely not.”

“Hate is a strong word. You irritate me. You’re a pain in the ass.” He fixed you with an appraising look. “But you’re smart and capable. I think you could pull it off.”

“And I have personality,” you added, still a little stung at his previous shot at you, even if it had just been to get under your skin. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I only get Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off. No way I could take two weeks.”

Bryan smiled at you, and on any other man, it would look handsome. Approachable, even. But you knew him well enough, and the sudden flash of white teeth made you think of an apex predator. A shark. A panther, baring its teeth before sinking them into your throat.

“If I gave you two weeks off for the holidays….I guess I’d have to do it for everyone on my staff. You know, to keep it fair.” His eyes drifted past you in the direction of the bullpen where all your coworkers were. You saw the neat little trap he had just walked you into: go with him, or be the reason that your fellow paralegals and secretaries missed out on two weeks of well-deserved paid vacation. The realization washed over you, and Bryan watched as it happened. It made him smile wider.

“You’re a goddamned monster,” you whispered, but you were a little in awe of him too. The bastard. No wonder he had a corner office.

*****

It was easy enough to get you to agree to his stupid scheme. You had a weak spot for your colleagues, and Bryan exploited it with ease. The rest of the logistics fell into place too, and the next few days was packed with last-minute arrangements (you had, for example, an appallingly small summer wardrobe, and Bryan had to arrange for a personal shopper to round out your vacation-wear).

The two of you also studied. You had each taken the LSATs, and it reminded Bryan of those marathon study sessions – only instead of reading comprehension and logical reasoning, you were studying each other.

“How long have we dated?” you asked him over a working lunch in his office. “How did we meet?”

“Keep it simple. We met at work. We’ve dated….say, six months.” He took a bite of his sushi, chewed, swallowed.

“Okay, but how did we start dating? Did you ask me out? Did I ask you out? Were we mutually set up by scheming coworkers?”

Bryan rolled his eyes. “Why does that matter? No one cares.”

“It matters a lot.” You tapped your fork against your pursed lips and stared at a spot somewhere past his head. “If I pursued you, then we could play up the reluctant playboy angle. But if you pursued me, then it’s somehow more romantic. Like, you saw me across the conference room table and fell in love with me.”

“That would never happen.”

Your gaze slipped down to his and you frowned. “Obviously, but this is fiction. I’m laying the groundwork for my character.”

“You aren’t Meryl Streep here.”

You smiled at that and your voice got an excited pitch to it, like a reporter breathlessly covering the latest entertainment news. “It’s the role of the century: Bryan Kneef, known asshole, finds love with a girl chock full of personality! She’s never even had a manicure, let alone a standing appointment for Botox and filler! Will their love survive?”

Bryan glared at you over his tray of sushi. “Knock it off. And don’t pull any of that shit in St. Kitts.” A beat, and then he asked, “Have you really never had a manicure before?”

You held your left hand out to show him. “Behold the grubby paw of a mere peasant.”

The sigh he heaved was world-weary. “Jesus Christ. Just pretend this is mostly a non-speaking role then.”

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So you seemed to be approaching the entire vacation with a teasing, joking sort of armor around you, but there was still a moment at O’Hare Airport where you balked. You had never, it turned out, been on an airplane before – a fact that never came up until first class started boarding. Bryan felt you hesitate beside him, and he turned to see that you had gone wan.

“I guess I never really considered how illogical it is that a plane stays in the air,” you told him, but you kept your eyes glued to the plane outside the window.

Bryan was sorry that Cara wasn’t there to see it, the first real test of your fake relationship. He reached down and took your icy hand in his own, holding you tight.

“You’ll be fine,” he said. When you didn’t reply, he dropped your hand and put his arm around you instead, grounding your trembling frame against his own. To any outsider, it probably looked supportive, even loving.

Only you and Bryan knew the truth.

*****

The first day, flying anxiety aside, was mostly wonderful.

You never knew the Caribbean was so turquoise – you thought that was a function of Hollywood film editing, the way movies set it Mexico made the country look yellow or movies set in eastern Europe looked grey.

You tried to play it cool, since you were traveling with the High Lord of Disenchantment, but you still gasped and pressed your face against the window of the plane as it banked toward the island. Bryan probably had rolled it eyes at your glee, but he thankfully didn’t say anything.

The villa was more beautiful that you had even imagined – you had pictured a slightly nicer hotel, maybe – and the two of you were the first ones there. He gave you a brief tour, then pointed out your room, and there was a small fight over that.

“Where are you staying?” you asked, and Bryan’s expression was one of pure exasperation. He gestured to the room – your room – and you wondered why you had been so stupid. Or never even considered it.

“Why would my girlfriend be in a different room than me?” he finally asked. “Are you suddenly religious? A virgin? Saving your virtue for our wedding night?”

You shook your head.

“It’s a king-sized bed,” he pointed out. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you.”

“Alright then.”

“I wouldn’t dream of touching you.”

“Jesus, I said alright. Move on, Bryan.”

*****

People starting arriving that evening, and like a switch, you went from irritatingly naïve about the sleeping situation (honestly, had you really thought you’d sleep separately?) to full-on Meryl Streep. If the law game didn’t work out for you, you could at least explore Chicago’s underrated acting scene.

Smith and his long-term girlfriend (Charley? Carly? Bryan never bothered to remember. She was a bottle red-head, and that’s how he could tell her apart from others) were the second to arrive. You were pure charm, friendly. You looped your arm through Bryan’s and leaned against him and it felt unnatural to him because he never was casually cuddly. But it probably looked convincing.

Then Kyle and his girlfriend (Jessa), and you chatted with them a long time.

“Bry never told us he had a girlfriend,” Kyle told you as you shook hands.

“He never told me he had a brother,” you joked back. “Our Bryan is a man of mystery,” and you shot him a playful glare that earned laughs from the assembled group.

Then Cara and her new husband, Alexios, some fucking Greek shipping magnate’s grandson. Bryan kept himself busy at the outdoor bar where everyone was congregated, but he studied his ex out of the corner of his eye as she greeted everyone else. She was still gorgeous, tall and willowy. Same blonde hair, just a shade darker. Her tits seemed bigger, which made sense – she had planned on getting them done when she hit thirty.

Bryan felt his heart racing, and then felt something else – your hand in his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He would have pulled away, but Cara and fucking Alexios were walking over, so he kept up the charade.

That was day one.

*****

Bryan had made everyone seem like joyless suckholes (much like himself), but everyone seemed pretty nice. Friendly. The first three days passed in a hazy, sun-filled blur. Christmas was day three, and the celebration on St. Kitts involved a feast of seafood, fairy lights strung through the bougainvillea that surrounded the patio, small gifts exchanged between couples.

You and Bryan hadn’t discussed that, so you were shocked when he disappeared for a moment after dinner and returned with a small present that he handed you. The surprise on your face was genuine, and it made Kyle laugh.

“Hasn’t Bry ever gotten you a gift before?” he asked, and you scrambled to cover it up.

“He has,” you lied, and you glanced over at your boss, but he was looking at his glass of whiskey. “We just agreed that we were going to, uh, keep it small this Christmas.”

Wrong answer. Kyle looked between the two of you, and you noticed Smith and his girlfriend lean forward too.

“You saving up for something?” Kyle asked. “Wait, are you engaged?”

“No!” you said, but it came out too defensive, too shocked, so you gave an embarrassed laugh and made up some lie about Bryan having everything he wanted anyway, and how you didn’t make as much as him, and how you wished you could get him something amazing –

“Open it,” Bryan broke in, his voice uncharacteristically soft. You looked at him and tried to discern the expression on his face.

It was a triple strand of pearls, small ones, but probably real based on their subtle imperfections. They were gorgeous, and you shook your head, a little confused. You opened your mouth to protest – no acting now, you had no idea what was going on – but Bryan pulled the velvet box from your hand. He stood up and walked behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck with a touch so light it made goosebumps break out across your arms. He put the necklace on you and then leaned forward to whisper in your ear. No one else heard him – they probably assumed he said something sweet (or sweet enough, by Bryan Kneef standards) – but he only said, “I owed you one.”

That was day three.

*****

Bryan did not care about you, but it didn’t stop him from learning about you. Against his will, of course. The natural result of spending so much time together.

He learned that you slept like a stone, and once you fell asleep, you were asleep. He usually went to bed after you, and never once did he wake you. He didn’t think he could even if he tried, which was good – he himself tossed and turned a lot before he fell off to sleep.

He learned that you were naturally cuddly. He had thought maybe it was all acting, but as the days passed, he realized it wasn’t. You took his hands in yours, you leaned against him. Once, on the patio during sunset, you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. He didn’t even think you were conscious of the action until he reached up to still your hand, and you withdrew it with a murmured apology.

That was day five.

*****

You didn’t think you could ever get tired of the view. You liked to walk along the shoreline at low tide, poking around through the debris looking for sea glass or interesting shells. Bryan never joined you before until today. It was a rare moment where the two of you were alone and could drop the act.

“Your friends are nice,” you told him. Bryan grunted but didn’t answer.

He wasn’t himself, or maybe he was himself now and the mean-guy schtick at work was all an act. He seemed subdued here, and you guessed it was due to his ex. He hadn’t told you much (“she’s my ex, and that’s all you need to know”), but you could see the way his eyes followed her around when he thought no one would notice. Cara seemed nice enough, though she didn’t exactly seek you out to chat.

She was also stunningly gorgeous, and if Bryan had been using you to make her jealous, he failed utterly. You felt like a lump of dirt beside her, and all the sparkling personality couldn’t bridge the gap. Normally, you didn’t compare yourself to other women – that was a losing game, in your estimation – but you couldn’t help it with Cara. She had dated Bryan enough to make him lie about having a girlfriend. It seemed to be a deep wound that hadn’t healed with him. And that made him seem relatable, almost human.

You’d never fall for Bryan Kneef, asshole lawyer and boss. But Bryan Kneef, damaged soul with sad eyes? Fuck, that was right in your sweet spot. You loved nursing broken men back to health. You were the Florence Nightingale of sad boys. And Bryan Kneef, asshole lawyer and boss, had kissed you before. That…hadn’t been terrible. You had kissed this subdued version of Bryan numerous times over the past few days, but they were chaste, closed-mouth kisses. It was like kissing a relative.

And true to his word, he did not touch you in bed.

You walked together in silence, along the beach and up the hillside path that led back to the villa. Near the patio, though, Bryan grabbed you, the sudden motion making you squeal in surprise. He had one hand on your waist, walking you backwards until you were pressed against the rough stucco of the wall.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, but he didn’t give you much of a choice: a split second later, his other hand was tangling in your hair, hauling your mouth towards his.

Okay, so the man was a good kisser, and maybe you didn’t need to act when he kissed you like this. You closed your eyes and let him lead, felt the way he tilted your head so that he could slot his mouth against your own, felt how his hand was big enough to cup your entire head – his fingertips on the back of your skull, his thumb pressed under your jaw.

His tongue ran along your lower lip, asking permission where he hadn’t before in his office, and you opened your mouth to him. It was late morning, but you could still taste the mint of his toothpaste as he swept his tongue into your mouth. You could also taste him, and that was new – before, you had only tasted the sharp bite of the bourbon he had been drinking.

It would be too easy to fall under his spell. You sighed against him, and when the hand on your waist reached down to cup your ass, you groaned softly. Your hands drifted up to grip his shirt and tug him closer to you.

But the spell was broken only a moment later.

“Ah, sorry,” the voice said, and Bryan broke the kiss to turn his head. You opened your eyes and saw the speaker – Alexios – and Cara. Walking hand in hand, heading towards the beach. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You felt yourself flush, but Alexios only smiled at you knowingly and then winked at Bryan. Cara’s eyes were cold, and she nodded at you before they both turned and left. Bryan watched them, and once they rounded the hillside and were out of sight, he dropped his hands from you and went into the villa without a word.

That was day six.

*****

Bryan’s internal compass was usually steadfast and pointed in the same direction: at the latest case for him to win, at the next woman for him to conquer. He had read once that there were places on earth – like the Bermuda Triangle, maybe – that had magnetic fields that rendered compasses useless.

He felt like he was living in such a field now.

His impetus for inviting you had been, simply enough, so that he could have someone there with him. Everyone else was paired off, and Bryan hated to be the odd man out. Now you were here in St. Kitts together, and Bryan swung like a pendulum between current schools of thought.

He wanted to make Cara jealous.

He didn’t care what Cara thought.

He wanted Cara to miss him, realize what she had missed out on by breaking up with him.

He didn’t care what Cara thought.

Between all that was you: playing your role well enough, though probably a bit more reserved than he’d like. He wasn’t sure if anyone was buying it at first until Kyle made a remark on Christmas day.

“She doesn’t seem like your type,” he had said. Bryan had opened his mouth to say something convincingly non-committal, but then his stepbrother had added, “I think she’s good for you though.”

Bryan was surprised by how much he didn’t hate it, the pretending. Yes, you weren’t his usual type, but he thought that might be okay after all. At least for now, anyway. The contrast between you and Cara was stark.

Cara slept late, took long showers, and then emerged hours later, perfectly styled. She would settle in somewhere – the patio, the beach under a giant umbrella – and scroll through her phone. Sometimes she and Alexios went off together, but for newlyweds, they didn’t exactly seem in love.

You though? You woke up early for a walk on the beach, and then a swim in the ocean, or a swim in the infinity pool that ran the length of the villa. Or you read the book you bought at the airport, some smutty historical romance about Tudors fucking their servants (Bryan had noted your flushed face one evening, and he snuck at look at it when you were helping with dinner). Or you chatted with his stepbrother and his friends, asking more questions than you answered, giving little away about yourself. And layered in through all of that, you were with him: giving him little pecks on the mouth or teasingly calling him schmaltzy nicknames or getting him another drink when you noticed his glass running low.

Bryan stood on the patio and watched you now: it was past sunset, past the early dinner you’d had. You were in the pool, your arms hooked over the ledge watching the last ribbon of light on the western horizon before the sky went truly dark. Your back was to him, but Bryan could picture your face. You always got a sad expression this time of night. Maybe not sad. Wistful, perhaps.

Everyone else had gotten dressed up for a night in Basseterre, the capital city, but Bryan had declined. Because he declined, you did too. He told you to go along if you wanted, and he saw you waver in your decision, but you had finally shook your head and said that a quiet night in was better.

As if the past week had been anything but quiet nights in. If you were lying so that he wouldn’t be left alone…well, he had realized a while ago that at your core, you were a kind person. A thoughtful person. Even to assholes like him.

Bryan kicked off his top-siders and shed his shirt, and he eased himself into the pool. You must have heard him because you turned to watch him as he swam over to the edge to join you.

“You want to swim?” you asked. “I can get out.” It was a salt-water pool, long but narrow, specifically installed for swimming laps. Though you were the only one who actually swam – the guys goofed around in the surf, but the women stayed well away from the water, their swimsuits only for show and not for utility.

Bryan told you no, and he hooked his own arms over the edge beside you. He looked out towards the ocean, but he could feel your eyes on him.

“I’m sorry this isn’t working out the way you wanted,” you finally told him.

Not turning to look at you, he asked, “what do you mean?”

You were close enough that he could feel your shrug. “I mean, your ex isn’t going to be jealous of me.” You gave a little laugh, like you were trying to make a joke of yourself but were falling short. “You should have brought someone else.”

“Someone with less personality?”

Another little laugh that rang sad to him. “Exactly.”

There was a long moment of silence until Bryan finally said, “I’m not sure how I wanted this to work out.”

“Hmmm.” A beat. “At least you got to meet her husband.”

Bryan snorted. “That’s a good thing?”

You turned your entire body to face him, so he turned to face you too. In the dim light from the villa, he could just make out your smile.

“Sure,” you said. “You have to admit, it feels good to know you’re better looking than her husband, right?”

“What?”

You reached out and jabbed him in the chest with your forefinger. “You know you’re good looking. And he’s totally uncanny valley.”

“Wait, what?”

“Uncanny valley. He looks almost human, but just….off enough to make you uncomfortable.”

Bryan laughed in surprise, which made you smile wider. “I think he probably had a bigger nose, and then got a nose job, so now everything in his face is off-balance.” You leaned forward a little conspiratorially. “I think he and Cara got matching nose jobs, in fact.”

Bryan had never seen this deliciously catty side of you, but it sent a warm flush through him, that you might be playing down Alexios’ looks to make him feel better. He shook his head at you but still chuckled.

“I’m serious,” you said, laughing a little with him. “Look at the two of them really closely next time you get a chance. They have matching noses.”

You reached out again and rubbed his arm in that familiar way that both conveyed comfort and the end of the conversation, and before Bryan knew it, you were paddling away from him, hoisting yourself out of the pool, wrapping yourself in an oversized beach towel.

Bryan’s compass was broken, spinning uselessly. Without any real thought, he followed you out of the pool, caught up to you inside, was on your heels as you entered the bedroom.

Like in his office that time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, but gently, gently. You turned, surprised, and before you could say anything, he kissed you.

Unlike in his office, though, you didn’t push him away this time.

There was no thinking in it for him. No justifying it, no talking himself out of it. His focus was on you: how you tasted like the wine from dinner, how your skin was cool and clammy under his hands from the pool but rapidly heated as he touched you. How your hands felt on him, running over his chest and shoulders and back.

Bryan reached past you and turned off the light, but if he wanted to pretend you were someone else, he failed. He couldn’t pretend you were Cara – you were too…well, engaged in the moment. Too handsy with him. Too willing to chase his mouth with your own, too insistent when you pressed against him. You were you, and in the moment, Bryan learned that you were more passionate than he would have ever thought.

Maybe you were pretending he was someone else, but Bryan pushed that uncomfortable thought away.

He got your swimsuit top off of you, and you grasped his head between your hands, steered his mouth towards your tits in a pushy way that he would have never thought you possessed. He shoved you back against the bed until you fell, and he chased you down, latching his mouth on your nipple, already hard from the wet swimsuit. You groaned at the sensation, huffed out curses as he bit down, then laved your sensitive bud with his tongue. Then he switched to your other nipple, pinching the first one between his fingers, harder and harder, and you took it all. Clawed against his shoulders and begged for more.

Bryan gave you more. He wouldn’t have been so rough, but you begged him so prettily, a whine in your throat, and he obliged as a point of pride. You had put up with a lot from him – his asshole behavior at work, but the entire trip to St. Kitts too. The sustained act you had to put on, the questions you had to answer from his friends, the sleeping beside him, the rude insinuation that you were somehow beneath him.

And you missing the holidays with your own family and friends for his own selfish reasons.

He pulled your bottoms off, sodden with salt water, but when he ran his finger along the seam of your sex, he found you slick with arousal. Your desire for him – in this moment, at least – matched his desire for you. His cock was achingly hard, pressed against the damp material of his swim trunks, and he stood up so that he could push them down and kick them off before joining you on the bed.

You surfaced from the depth of your own lust long enough to ask about protection, and Bryan sighed and climbed back off the bed to find his wallet and his emergency condom. He tore the foil wrapper and rolled the latex onto his length. Then he rejoined you on the bed.

“Come here,” he ordered. He couldn’t see much of you in the darkness of the room, but he could see enough – your naked body stretched out across the bed, then your body as you sat up and crawled over to him.

He was going to give you the courtesy of asking how you wanted it, but you reached up and took his face in your hands again. You pulled his head back to yours, and you kissed him, long and lingering. When you broke away, you turned away from him and got onto your hands and knees.

So, you wanted it like that. Bryan wasn’t going to complain.

He inched forward on his knees, shuffling up the mattress until he was behind you. He almost wished he could see more, but this was probably better. He laid his palm between your shoulder blades and pushed you down. When your head was down and turned, your cheek pressed against a pillow, he ran his fingertips down your back – from the base of your skull down to the small of your back, drawing a shudder from you.

Then he smacked your ass, hard, making you yelp.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, and you told him you were.

He was too.

He grasped his cock, drew the tip through your folds, teasing you and coating the latex in your arousal. You only lasted a moment before you started whining again, a breathy whimper that made him feel like a fucking king.

Bryan lined himself up with your entrance and then pushed forward, slow but steady, the motion pulling a heady moan from you until he was buried in your tight channel. His hips were flush with your ass, and he paused when he hit the end of you, when he felt his cock nudging against your cervix, even through the layer of latex. But you didn’t seem to need time to adjust to him, because you begged him to move.

“Fuck me, Bryan,” you muttered, your voice thick with lust, and so he did.

He worked up to it, drawing halfway out before pushing back into you first. You pressed back once you caught his rhythm, rocking into his thrusts, so he fucked you harder. He pulled his cock out until just the tip remained before he snapped his hips forward. Over and over, giving you everything he had and then a fraction more as you bucked against him.

His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises. Marking you. In that swimsuit, relatively modest as it was, people would still see. Cara would see. His fingertip-sized bruises marring your smooth skin. The thought made his cock twitch as he pounded into you.

He felt you come, and then he heard you – the smooth muscles of your cunt rippling against him, trying to hold him inside you. You cried out his name, and your legs trembled under you. He gave you no quarter though – he pushed through it, gritted his teeth, fucked you through your orgasm and through the fluttery aftershocks.

Then he pulled out, and flipped you over, and slid back into you.

“Oh,” you sighed, and you pulled him down to kiss him, but his focus was on marking you now – the jealousy it might inspire, the possessiveness he might evoke. He kissed you for a moment but then broke away as he rolled his hips into you. He latched his mouth onto your pulse point as he fucked you; he sucked hard enough to make you twist your hand into his hair, not pulling him away but pushing him closer. Wanting more from him. He knew you’d be bruised there too, and probably rubbed raw from his beard. Let Cara see that.

And the final coup de grace: a pair of matching bruises he sucked onto the soft skin of your tits – high enough that your swimsuit wouldn’t hide them either. He latched his mouth onto them, bit down on your rounded flesh as his hips stuttered into you. You came a second time and it pulled him over the edge too, but Bryan’s orgasm was as much the anticipation of the morning light exposing your marked up form as it was your clenching cunt.

And that was the end of day seven.

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