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steddiealltheway · 4 months

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"Yeah, I'll see you next year," Steve says as yet another girl turns him down. As soon as she's out the door, he turns to Robin. "I swear I'm striking out like I did at Scoops Ahoy."

"No, I don't think so. I think you're doing much worse," Robin replies with a laugh. "But really it's very entertaining. A great way to end my year."

Steve runs a hand through his hair and turns back to his abandoned stack of tapes only to turn back around as soon as the bell above the door rings. He turns around with a heavy sigh as soon as he realizes who it is.

"Great to see you too," Eddie says with a humorless laugh.

Robin cuts in before Steve can. "Don't take it personally. He's just unsuccessful in his mission to woo a lady and get a New Year's kiss."

"Really?" Eddie asks, leaning across the counter.

"I think I'm coming across as desperate."

"Because you are," Robin adds unhelpfully.

Steve shrugs. "Well sorry I'm a romantic."

"Sorry that you've never gone a year without a New Year's kiss since, what, middle school?" Robin asks, grabbing a stack of tape to put back on the shelves.

"Yes, and I don't want to break the tradition now."

Robin rolls her eyes as she walks away, and Eddie props his chin on his hand. "You're actually struggling to find someone?"

That's an understatement. Steve has gone beyond struggling and is full-on failing at the task at hand. "At this point, I would take anyone."

"Even me?" Eddie asks with a wide smile.

Steve stares at him for a moment and considers it, eyes dipping down to his full lips and back up at him. "Let's see if I can get anyone else first."

Eddie's hands dramatically clutch his chest. "You wound me, Steve. Am I really last choice for you?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at him and deadpans, "Absolutely."

Instead of the dramatic response, Steve expects, Eddie instead leans over the counter and lowly says, "I can change your mind about that if you'll let me."

Steve laughs and leans forward. "Yeah? How's that?"

Eddie runs a hand through Steve's hair, sending chills down his body as he lightly scrapes his nails on his scalp. His hand then settles on the back of Steve's head and drags him in close to whisper, "I guess we'll have to wait to see at midnight."

With that, Eddie gives him a wink and steps back. "Robin, tell me what movie to watch while I waste away the rest of this year."

Robin peaks her head out from a shelf and waves him over, and Steve doesn't register anything they're saying because he's too stuck on what the hell just happened between him and Eddie. Because yeah, he's a little kiss-starved and attention-starved, but even when he's given into his desperation with random girls, it didn't ever feel so... electrifying.

He snaps out of his bout of confusion when someone walks into the store. He perks up a bit when he notices it's a girl who is not only pretty but also very much alone. Steve gets his hopes up a bit as he does his spiel, "Hi, welcome to Family Video, is there anything I can help you with?"

The girl looks Steve up and down and lightly bites her lip before answering, "Yes actually. I'm looking for a romantic comedy. Something to give me some hope when going into the new year."

"You need hope when it comes to romance, too?" Steve asks as he leads her over to the romance section.

She giggles and twirls a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "Yes, but I was wishing it would come sooner. Maybe around midnight?"

Steve nods and chuckles. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

The girl is quick to find a tape and bring it to the register where Steve rings her up. As he hands her the tape, she asks, "So, do you have any plans tonight?"

And this is Steve's moment. He looks her up and down, staring at pink lip gloss smeared over full lips then her brown eyes that are... not brown enough. It's like they're missing the depth that Steve is used to for some reason as if he's expecting...

Steve swallows and glances around the store, spotting the head of curly hair quickly as he watches the interaction. Eddie gives him a thumbs up accompanied by a sad smile, but Steve gives him a genuine smile back. "Actually, I do have plans tonight."

The girl gives him a small oh before quickly hurrying out of the store, and Steve can't feel too bad about disappointing the girl when he sees a light blush spread over Eddie's cheeks.

"So, you do have plans?" Eddie presses as he makes his way back to the counter.

"It seems like I do," Steve replies, leaning across the counter.

"Mhm," Eddie hums and looks down, "And what happened to me being your last option?"

"I seemed to come to my senses," Steve flirts easily.

Eddie smiles and pulls a few strands of hair in front of his face, unsuccessfully hiding his blush. "So, I'll see you at midnight then?"

"I'll see you then," Steve says with a wink, his eyes following Eddie all the way out of the store and into his van.

Robin slowly makes her way to Steve's side and asks, "You know that he just stole a tape, right?"

Steve shrugs. "I'll make sure to let him know."

"And we're going to discuss everything that happened just now this year or....?"

"I'll save the panic for next year," Steve decides.

Robin smiles at him. "Good idea. You have other things to do tonight."

Steve laughs loudly and finds himself unable to stop smiling for the rest of their shift.

As he drops Robin off at her house, he gives her an obnoxious kiss on the cheek and says, "Happy New Year."

Robin scrunches her nose up as she wipes at her cheek, but she can't stop the smile that's spreading on her face. "Happy New Year, and have fun tonight!"

"I will!"

As soon as Robin is safely inside, Steve speeds off toward Eddie's trailer, trying to push down his nerves by giving himself a pep talk that he knows Robin would make fun of him for. He'll have to leave that part out when he retells everything to her tomorrow.

When he gets to Eddie's, he takes a minute to fix his hair in the mirror before making his way to his door and knocking quickly.

Eddie opens it with a surprised look on his face. "A big part of me thought you were joking."

"And if I wasn't?" Steve asks, hoping Eddie himself wasn't joking about the whole thing.

Eddie's eyes flicker down to his lips. "Then I'd let you know that we don't have to wait until midnight to kiss. There are no rules against kissing before then after all."

Steve smiles so wide, his face starts to ache. "You're right. There are definitely no rules about that."

Eddie almost immediately tugs him inside and is quick to close the door behind him before cupping his face and leaning in. "And you're sure you're not joking about this?"

"Absolutely," Steve says as his hands lightly rest on Eddie's back.

"Well, Happy New Year's Eve to me then," Eddie jokes before closing the distance between them and pulling Steve into a kiss that makes his entire being light up in a way that rivals all the fireworks that go off that night.

As they gently pull away, Steve whispers against Eddie's lips, "You're never going to be my last choice ever again."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks with a smile.

"Yeah," Steve says, kissing him again.

They lose track of time that night, but they still manage to get in a New Year's kiss at midnight. As they drift off in the early morning hours, Eddie announces that 86' may not have been his year, but 87' sure will be. And Steve can't help but think the same thing.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #last minute i decided i needed to write a NYE ficlet #and that's what I entered the new year doing #and i honestly couldn't be happier #cheers to another year of writing steddie

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gotham-daydreams · 7 months

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How would it have gone differently if Reader didn't try to be an "overachiever" and instead just stayed quiet and didn't interact with anyone besides Alfred until they left? Their room they left being mostly blank, with only the music journals? Giving up on trying to get their attention.

I think what's so funny about this ask, to me, is that I already have a concept like this written down (along with 3 others since the current reader I'm writing for the "Not [ ]" series is one of them but with a few missing details), so this'll be fun!

I guess it generally goes how you'd expect? Which is different for the most part, but the reader's perspective on what's happening is also different.

Granted, I would like to point out that, at least for this particular concept and the idea I have for it of how this would go, does have more stuff going on pre-Batfam that do affect how they perceive what's happening, and that's what makes things interesting in my opinion. Because someone can be naturally shy or just overall more reserved either out of nature or because they feel a certain way, but still feel bad about being neglected and, despite their lack of effort, feel that pain just as much as someone who's tried. Which is valid! Besides, someone's definition of 'trying' can vary as well.

Everyone should have a chance to have a family, and form some kind of connection with people. Just because you aren't going above and beyond for one person, doesn't mean you're undeserving of certain things. Especially not a chance to have a family, or feel like you have one. That's what I think anyway.

Nevertheless, back to the reader!

From the original concept, I will be tweaking a few things to fit the ask, but the same general outcome remains! Though again, the reader's perspective on things is a tad different. But how about this- I'll show two versions of the reader.

One that's quiet and more reserved because they gave up much earlier, or just generally hopeless really early on because maybe they felt as if anything they'd do just wouldn't be enough, who'll be accurately named Quiet!Reader. With the other being more closely related to the concept I wrote for such an idea, that we'll refer to as Waiting!Reader.

Quiet!Reader would change up things quite a bit! I won't lie!

They might already have bad self-esteem that's quick to develop at the start of things, which is something to note as that doesn't get better with time. They grow more cold and distant from the family at a quicker pace both from personal and external reasons.

Put simply, they don't feel good enough, and even if they did- anything they could do to get the Batfam's attention would never be enough in their eyes. To which, they see very early on when they try to engage and do some things with the family, only to be turned down. What doesn't help is when Quiet!Reader sees Damian get adopted and almost immediately showered with love, (compared to them) and that really cements some ideas that were already developing in their head about the family.

When Damian comes into the picture, they feel replaced. Seeing him as someone to fill in the 'youngest Wayne' role instead of them, so that Bruce and the others actually have someone to acknowledge for such a title. Just someone else to further take away the little they had.

So, they further step out of the way, glaring at the Batfam with tired eyes before that eventually stops too. Envy clawing at their heart, hatred being sent through waves of pain all throughout their body. Hurt unmatched. Yet they still remain invisible. Quiet as ever. Unnoticed. Everything they ever felt dies down, and forms a cold numbness that they begin to associate with the family.

Maybe through that, they feel closer to the family in some twisted way. Now just as cold as them. Just as talkative, and just as engaging. Almost mirroring them, but they're honest about how they feel. Honest about what they think, and therefore better. At least when compared to the Batfam- and to them, even if it wasn't a high bar to reach anyway, at least it counts for something.

It was never Damian's fault, or really about Damian at all. It could've been anyone else and Quiet!Reader would've still reacted the same way, they know that. Though just seeing the Batfam show love and care to him and not them just makes them feel... worse.

Clearly they're capable of love, and can notice new additions to the family (to which they may have mostly believed that the Batfam's neglect was just something the family did for whatever reason, and thought that them being the youngest had something to do with it for a while) and that breaks the reader. It doesn't hurt, not as much as it would've, maybe, but whatever hurt is there dies down quickly as Quiet!Reader, well, quietly accepts their fate.

The Batfam clearly wants nothing to do with them, so why should they try to do all of these things for them? It's simple, they shouldn't. So they don't. Quiet!Reader gives up, and continues to live their life without them.

The Manor just becomes a place they sleep in, and nothing else. It isn't anything close to a home, and not even Alfred can help with that.

It's because of that little fact, however, that Quiet!Reader leaves much sooner than the reader in the "Not [ ]" series. Maybe once they get a friend they can trust, they essentially end up living with said friend, hence why their room remains so empty. The notebooks they even keep in the room they have in the Manor is from when they were way younger, instead of just being from a few months ago or so. We're talking years since Quiet!Reader has touched those things now.

Maybe they do 'officially' leave a month or so before they usually would as an overachiever in the "Not [ ]" series, having only bothered to return so often before because of Alfred. Though even then, they'd forget to return most nights- only being reminded to even try and go back once Alfred would personally call them, and ask them where they were.

However now, after a while of just the time between them basically living with their friend and sleeping at the manor, they stop returning altogether. Though this time around they instead personally go to Alfred to say they're goodbyes. Not explaining much, but just saying that while they might still try to come and visit him sometimes, they don't live in the Manor anymore. Alfred already knows this, and the embrace they share fully hammers in that fact.

Yet when Quiet!Reader turns away, and leaves the Manor for good- even through the front door at that. Alfred can't help but just... miss them already.

You see, while Quiet!Reader is indeed quieter and more reserved, especially towards the Batfam, with Alfred really being the only exception, they still made music.

Maybe they didn't have as many concerts or physical, grand, live performances compared to the reader in the "Not [ ]" series, they not only started earlier, but may have actually started out on a social platform such a youtube. They really started out small, but were able to find and start their passion much earlier!

Most of what they played was when they were in the Manor, but slowly they started to get involved with things music related outside of the Manor and in Gotham- and from there were able to build themselves up even more. Hell, I'd even say that Quiet!Reader is a little more well-known and popular than the reader in the "Not [ ]" series because of the amount of extra time they dedicated to their passion.

So basically, Alfred this time around has more recordings and such of Quiet!Reader actually doing something they love than with the one in the series. However! Funnily enough, they're gone for a shorter amount of time despite having left earlier than normal.

Alfred is just, extra fed up with this nonsense, and so pulls his tricks more early on, but also make them hit harder.

He doesn't clean Quiet!Reader's room to show how long they've been gone, adding onto the emptiness and almost abandoned feeling the room itself gives off because of how bare and empty it is. They're music haunts the halls, subtle, sure, but still noticeable- especially to those who are hyper aware all the time. Pictures of Quiet!Reader and Alfred begin to be hung up, and if he can manage- some with Quiet!Reader and their friends during important parts of their life.

No one is safe from the guilt and anguish Alfred seeks to cause to not only have the Batfam look for you, but most importantly, to finally notice you.

Let's just say, things work out a little too well.

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As for Waiting!Reader? Oh man, I've been wanting to rant about them for a while!

Unlike the reader in the "Not [ ]" series and Quiet!Reader, Waiting!Reader had some semblance of a life before getting adopted into the Batfam. Though the idea and character themself isn't musically inclined/involved in music, or even all that interested in music for that matter- for the sake of this ask, lets say they are!

I won't dabble too much into the life Waiting!Reader had before the Batfam, as if I do end up writing them I'd also like to keep some details vague (for the sake of leaving it up to interpretation and everything), but just know that during the time they were still with their original family, they were essentially taught that they should 'wait their turn', and eventually their parents would spend time with them and care for them. Hence the little name I've given them.

So! When they get to the Manor and are officially adopted, only to be neglected and ignored during their first few attempts- because of their young age, they immediately think "oh! they're just like mom and dad!" So they 'wait' for 'their turn', believing that eventually, should they wait long enough, they'll be rewarded with bonding and such from the Batfam just as they were with their previous parents.

This mindset changes what they do as well, as Waiting!Reader even goes out of their way to not bother anyone, or "get in the way" of whatever they could be doing. Waiting!Reader treats the situation so much like their previous home life, that sometimes they might even forget that the Batfam are completely different people from their parents. The only real difference that they can think of is that they're not acknowledged at all and it seems like their 'turn' never comes. Though for a while that doesn't get them down. The Batfam is busy like they're parents were! Waiting!Reader is sure that when things die down then they'll have their time.

... Hopefully.

I can imagine that part of the reason why Waiting!Reader holds on to hope for so long is because, again, their own parents constantly reassured them that they would have their time eventually. That if they behaved, and stayed out of the way, then they would go somewhere fun with their parents and essentially be rewarded for their efforts. They were conditioned to wait, to be patient, and just comply until those around them decided to actually take care of them, and spend time with them.

Of course, as they grow up the reality of the situation does hit them eventually, but during that time they do try.

Waiting!Reader helps Alfred around the house, and so they mostly bond over doing chores, among other things. They are also more mindful, and try to keep the amount of noise they back down— so they actually don't play at the Manor all that often, and instead play literally anywhere else. If and when they do play outside, around the area of the Manor like in the gardens or something, they make sure no one is around before even thinking of playing.

Alfred does help them break a few of their habits that they got while living with their parents, but the one thing he can't seem to 'fix' is how absolutely quiet Waiting!Reader is when they walk around. Which, as on can imagine, doesn't exactly help in a situation where the whole family, except for the butler, is neglecting you.

The amount of times Waiting!Reader has caught Alfred off guard is more then you'd think for someone that works with the Dark Knight, and his various sidekicks and such, over the years. Which does say something, sure, but it's also funny!

Regardless, similar to Quiet!Reader, Waiting!Reader is able to start their musical career earlier than normal, and thuse becomes a little more popular than they would originally. However, they're more known for their live performances and giving back to the community. Seemingly just like Bruce as they attend charity event after charity event, and try to do good by the people.

Waiting!Reader also does genuinely try to become a vigilante as well, but they do so in a way where they only take care of the smaller/medium guys, and leave the bigger ones to the rest of the Batfam. This is because they want to remove possible distractions for their family, and while they would try to take on "bigger guys", they don't think they're skilled enough or experienced enough to even think about it. So they don't even try. (They also don't have the same theme as the Batfam- since they don't want to 'ruin' their reputation with what they're doing or something. Which does hell them further detach themself from the family later on.)

I'd say that with Waiting!Reader, the difference between them and the Batfam is more clear to them? Like, to them, the Batfam are just so good at what they do that they have no hope of reaching them. So instead of trying to reach for them, they just do their own thing and try to help in their own way.

Because Waiting!Reader takes care of smaller guys, they are kind of closer to Waiting!Reader as a vigilante.

The best way I can put it is that while the community trusts Batman and the members of the Batfam to save their city, they trust Waiting!Reader to save their homes.

So basically- Batfam is the bigger picture while Waiting!Reader focuses on the smaller picture.

Nevertheless! Also like Quiet!Reader, Waiting!Reader actually leaves earlier. Except when they leave, they leave.

Waiting!Reader straight up leaves Gotham City to attend the college that they want to go to, in an area that has more opportunity for them, that isn't close to where the Batfam lives or patrols.

So they not only leave earlier, but it also takes the Batfam longer to find them. Especially because Waiting!Reader does still do some things in Gotham, they just don't live there anymore.

I feel like out of all three readers, Waiting!Reader definitely feels like the kind of person that someone would assume is some kind of "Phantom of the Wayne Manor," y'know?

So Alfred definitely tries to make the Batfam feel bad like he does with Quiet!Reader. Except how anyone in the Batfam is reminded that Waiting!Reader even exists, and that they've been gone for a while now is through a letter that is accidentally sent to the Wayne Manor from one of Waiting!Reader's fans. From there, some research does start and the more the Batfam learns, the more they want to go and find the reader- you know the deal.

I hope this answered your question even if I really did ramble on this time- if you'd like me to clarify anything or go into more detail on a specific part, feel free to send in an ask!

#platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #gn reader #sibling reader #yandere dc #yandere x gn reader #platonic yandere #yandere alfred #neglected reader #talking daydreams #yandere batman

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 2 months

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Two

Summary: The morning after the disaster that was your engagement party has got your head pounding and you're not even sure what your next move is gonna be. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 5k~ Warnings: Explicit Language (maybe idk I can't remember lol) an argument and idk that's kinda it lol and ofc barely edited lmao a/n: I'm putting out part 2 early as a thank you for all the notes and just the over all interaction you all have given my blog and this story so thank you. I've barely written anything for part 3 so there's gonna be a bigger gap between uploads so forgive me but be sure to check out my other stories as well in the meantime 🥰 Requested by: @kkusadmirer 💜

Hearing the birds outside is the first thing that brings me out of the dream state I had been in. I open my eyes and scan my surroundings and notice that I'm still at Jungkook's house. "What happened last night?" I say aloud, rubbing my eyes and sitting up before laying back down, getting an instant head rush.

"Y/n?" I hear Jungkook from the other side of door. "Come in" I say before thinking twice, not remembering anything about what happened last night. "Good morning sunshine" he says quietly, walking in with a glass of water and pain killers and I sit up slowly as he comes closer.

"How did I end up in here?" I ask and wordlessly thank him and take it real quick and start chugging the water while waiting for his response. "I carried you" he replies leaving me choking at the image.

"You carried me in here?" I ask, embarrassed that he had to take care of me like that. "Yeah you pretty much passed out on me so I kinda had to" he laughs, rubbing my back hoping to help me stop coughing. "I'm sorry I kinda don't remember anything" I admit and I see his face fall a little leaving me panicking again.

"Did I do something stupid?" I cringe and he laughs at whatever memory he has leaving me even more nervous. "No don't worry you were just being cute" he teases and I let out a breath I had been holding, thankful I didn't make too much of a fool of myself, or at least by his standards.

"I'm sorry I guess I lost control a bit" I say, looking down at my hands, embarrassed that I had given him so much trouble to deal with. "You know you say sorry a lot for someone who doesn't really have anything to be sorry about" he say and I sigh, not believing his words but not having the energy or brain capacity to argue.

"Hey" he says, tilting my chin up to look at him, you're fine y/n don't worry. I'm just glad you let me be there for you. I couldn't let you leave in the state you were in so thank you for trusting me to take care of you" he says while rubbing his thumb up against my cheek and all I can do in response is blink, so caught off guard by the sudden skin ship.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, letting go of my chin and taking the water glass from my hand. "Yes and no. Honestly I feel like I'm gonna throw up" I admit without thinking twice. "I mean I-"

"It's okay, you really did drink a lot so I'm not surprised. Let me at least make you some soup so you have something in your system" he says and I nod which satisfies him. "I'll let you know when it's ready" he continues and I nod again, watching as he makes his way out.

I hold my head in my hands, begging for the medicine to kick in so this pounding in my head goes away. Although I know though that the onset stress of not knowing what happened last night is the real cause of this headache. 'What happened last night?' I question myself silently this time, going through everything that happened yesterday but the part after me coming back inside the house after everyone left is still a little fuzzy.

I sit and think for a little while longer and before I know it Jungkook is knocking on the door again. "Foods ready" he says with a sweet smile making me forget how exactly I'm supposed to respond. "Is everything okay?" he asks, coming to sit on my side of the bed. "I just, I really don't remember what happened last night" I say and he nods and thinks for a second before responding.

"How about this, lets get some food in you first and get you feeling a bit better and then I'll tell you. Okay?" he offers, tilting his head at me and I nod after thinking for a second or two. "Great, now can you get out there on your own or do you think you need some help?" he asks and I quickly go to shut down his offer.

"No Jungkook that's okay I can manage" I say and throw the covers off of me and slowly get up off the bed and I hear him chuckle a bit. "What are you laughing at?" I ask, confused as to if he's making fun of me or not.

"No, no it's nothing. I'm just surprised you called me Jungkook on your own this time" he says as I start to stand and my heart rate picks up, not even realizing I had done that. "Well you wanted me to call you that right?" I ask shyly, but I lose my footing when I stand up, still a bit weak to my dismay but before I have a chance to fall Jungkook catches me and pulls me onto his lap.

"I-" I start but am caught off by the proximity and the memories of last night start to flood my brain and I rest my head on his shoulder just like I did before I passed out.

I groan and he laughs at my reaction, "It all coming back to you isn't it?" he asks and I nod, not daring to make eye contact with him. "I can't believe I asked you to do that. I'm sorry" I say and try to get off his lap but he pull me back on it with his hands that are firmly placed on my hips.

"Hey, you didn't do anything wrong" he says, brushing the hair that had fallen on my face out of the way. If I couldn't breathe before I definitely can't breathe now, especially since I catch him looking down at my lips before quickly flipping them back to my eyes.

"Okay" is all I can manage to choke out and before he's able to do anything else I quickly get up off his lap and walk out of the room, needing to break the tension that had started to build between us.

'What the fuck am I doing? Kissing my best friend...well ex best friend's dad? Like what the fuck is wrong with me?' I walk into the bathroom in the hallway to get an extra five minutes alone so I can try to stop my heart from racing. Who would've thought that in less than twenty four hours I would have a mental breakdown not once, but twice in this same bathroom. 'Why does this shit always have to happen to me?'

After taking a few more breaths and washing my face I walk into the kitchen where I see Jungkook enjoying his morning cup of coffee, or should I say afternoon cup of coffee as I check the clock seeing it's already past two.

"Did I really sleep this late?" I ask, cringing at the thought of yet again inconveniencing him. "Yeah but don't worry I was planning on having a lazy day anyways" he says, reading my mind and motioning for me to sit down at one of the stools on the island he has in his kitchen.

He turns his back to me and starts preparing me a bowl of soup but I can help but check him out, his strong broad shoulders that lead down to his small waist and accompanied by his ass and thick thighs I could just-

"Here you go" he say, placing the bowl in front of me and I quickly bring my eyes to the food he's given me. It smells strangely like home, almost as if my mom had made it for me when I had been sick as a kid. "Thank you" I say quietly and take a bite, moaning at the warm and rich flavor that hits my tongue without even realizing what I'd done.

"That good huh?" he asks while leaning back on one of the counters with his arms crossed over his chest. "Oh- um, yeah. Yes, thank you" I say, quickly tripping over my words but he just smiles before taking another sip of coffee and I quickly go back to eating my soup. This time quietly.

"So what are you planning on doing?" he asks casually after I've finished eating, as if I know what he's talking about. "What do you mean?" I question after taking a drink of water, him having refused to give me a cup of coffee until I had at least drank two cups of water.

"You live with my daughter right?" he questions and my whole mood turns upside down. He takes notice of it and quickly back pedals, "I guess I should've waited for you to wake up a bit more before asking you that" he says, now offering me an apology cup of coffee.

"No it's okay you're right. I probably should figure out what I'm gonna do. To be honest I think I'll move out. Just because being in the same space that I used to spend time with them in just sounds like I'm setting myself up for heartbreak" and he nods at my reasoning but I decide to continue anyways, verbally processing it all.

"If I stay there I'll be reminded of all the good times we had and the many memories we made together and I don't want to be haunted by those images. Plus a fresh start sounds perfect to me" I say and he continues while adding the perfect amount of milk and sugar to my coffee, weirdly.

"So are you just going to stay there until you find a place?" he asks and I think about how awkward it's going to be just working around her until I find that perfect place. "I was thinking I could probably ask my sister if I could crash at her place for a bit" I say thinking of the first solution that comes to mind.

"But doesn't your sister live on the opposite side of the city from your internship?" he questions and I slump at that realization. "You're right. I guess I'll just have to wake up a bit earlier" I say, trying to figure out how to remedy this problem full well knowing it's been hard enough for me to wake up and get there on time even though I only lived ten minutes away.

"Why don't you stay here?" he offers and my whole body straightens up instantly, "You would let me stay here?" I ask, my eyebrows raised as high as they possibly could, surprised that he would even offer something like that and he nods in response.

"You would let me stay here?" I question again, clarifying if I heard him right. "Yeah why not? I've got plenty of space and it's not like we're strangers or anything. Plus your internship is only about ten minutes further from here than where you live now" he says, making good points as to why I should take him up on the offer.

"I couldn't possibly do that to you. I mean I wouldn't want to disturb your life like that. But thank you!" I say, shutting down the idea right away but he persists nonetheless.

"Again, I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to. You're more than welcome to stay here and you can even move upstairs into one of the bigger bedrooms. Plus I have a storage unit that I haven't really used so you can store any big pieces of furniture you might have" he continues, trying to convince me even more and when he sees that I am about to refuse again he comes up with a compromise.

"Stay one more night. Tomorrow's Sunday right? That way you won't have to worry about work or anything like that so we can just relax and talk about things over today and tomorrow and then you can decide what you'd like to do" he says and it gets me to think about it for a second which makes him hopeful and ultimately I end up accepting.

"I guess I could stay one more night" I say and he gives me a half smile which some how makes me more nervous than a full one and so I take the first sip of my coffee that has honestly gone cold by now.

"Perfect. Did you want me to go take you to your place to pick up some clothes that you might need?" he questions, jumping at the opportunity to be helpful. "No that's okay. I drove here so I have my car out front" I say, shutting his next offer down but he make another good point that has me second guessing myself.

"Are you sure you want to drive when you're hungover? I don't think I can let you do that" he says, falling into a protective mode which is endearing but I don't think I could take advantage of him like that since he's already done so much for me. "I'll be fine Jungkook don't worry" I say and he nods his head respecting my choice and I let out a breath, happy that I don't have to fight him on this one too.

"Okay, did you want to borrow some more of my clothes so you can shower before you go?" he questions and I smile awkwardly, happy that he offered but guilty that he yet again is helping me out.

"I'll be back in a sec" he chuckles and walks past me, placing a hand on my back as he passes by which makes me sit up straight at the feeling and I watch him as he jogs upstairs to go retrieve said clothes.

He comes down seconds later with the clothes, a towel and even a toothbrush in hand. "Thought you might want one of these too" he says and I accept it all sheepishly before excusing myself and making my way into the bathroom.

How am I even supposed to act in this kind of situation? Like my ex best friend's dad who I kissed last night while I was drunk is now offering to let me stay here so I can move out of the apartment I share with his toxic daughter that my boyfriend cheated on me with. Like this is just way too much weirdness for me.

I shake off those thoughts and get in the shower to quickly get rid of all of these roaming thoughts and just hope and pray that somehow things will work out and I can settle into a new normal with my own place as soon as possible but I guess that luck just isn't on my side these days...

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After getting out of the shower and getting dressed I dry my hair with the hair dryer I happened to find under the sink and try to make myself look as presentable as possible so when I go back home I don't look like the complete mess that I know I am on the inside.

There's no reason I should be showing any kind of weakness around Jina or Jared so I just need to get in and get out of there as fast as I can so I can avoid as much awkwardness as possible. Being hungover doesn't help this situation in the slightest so I just really hope that she's not even there.

Walking out of the bathroom I'm met with a freshly clean Jungkook, scrolling through his phone while sitting on the couch and he quickly turns his head once he notices I've finished up.

"You feeling okay" he asks, always concerned for my wellbeing and I guess I just need to chalk it up to the parent side of him. Maybe that's all this is? Maybe Jina hasn't really given him an opportunity to be her dad in a while so he's just seeing me as another daughter he wants to take care of. That makes a lot more sense so thinking about it now I think I can go into this with a lot clearer mindset than before.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better thankfully" I say and head to the guest room where I stayed last night. "If you wanna just throw all of that into the washing machine I'll get a load going later on" he calls after me and I simply do as he asks and then head back into said bedroom.

"Hey Jungkook have you seen my phone?" I question while throwing the blankets around, trying to figure out where I could've put it. "Yeah you left it out in the living room last night so I put it on the charger when I woke up. Here" he says and I jolt at the sound of his voice being in the room with me, full on expecting him to still be on the couch.

"Thank you" I say while holding my hand out to take it with the other one placed over my heart, trying to calm down after the shock of him getting here so quickly. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" he chuckles and I wave off his apology, not seeing any need for it. "It's fine don't worry about it" I say and once I unlock it I see call after call after call after call from not only Jared but Jina, my mom and my sister, with just as many text messages to match.

"Looks like you're really popular today" he jokes, trying to make light of the situation. "Not for the right reasons" I mumble and lock my phone, not bothering to sift through the hundreds of notifications just yet.

"I've gotta head out and get a few things at the store so why don't you come with me? We can stop by your place to get your things and then this way you can help me pick out some groceries so we have stuff that you like as well" he says while grabbing his keys and instead of trying to refuse I simply nod and follow him outside.

We get in the car and drive silently to my place but once we get a bit closer I stop him. "Would you mind parking around the corner? It's just...well I don't want Jina to see you driving me around and make a big deal about it" he nods his head and without a fuss pulls into the coffee shop parking lot around the corner.

"Is this alright?" he questions and I nod and get out of the car. "Let me know if you need any help. She's my daughter so it's not like she would do anything drastic if I was around" he says, referring to her sometimes short temper. Plus with these added hormones there's no telling how she gonna be reacting to things now that everything is out in the open.

As I make my way to the apartment I check my phone to see if she's still sharing her location with me and thankfully she is and I see that she's still at work so hopefully if move fast enough I should be in and out before she comes home.

Walking into the apartment it looks as though she's started gathering her own stuff up in boxes, almost as if she's getting ready to move out. I appreciate the fact that since she fucked up that she automatically volunteered to move out but she's more than welcome to keep this place as far as I'm concerned.

I jog back into my room, reminding myself of the task at hand and I grab my duffle bag and start putting as many things as I think I'll need to get me through at least a few days in case anything happens. Better safe than sorry right?

My last stop is the bathroom where I pack up my shampoo and conditioner as well as my skincare products and throw it all into a plastic bag that I'm able to place easily on top of the rest of the items in the bag but before I'm even able to finish getting the rest of my toiletries together I'm greeted with the sound of Jina walking in.

"Y/n?" she calls out and I swear under my breath, trying to think of a way to make this whole situation as quick and painless as possible. "Y/n?" she says again, rounding the corner and finding me in the bathroom where I've started to pick up the pace and throw things in haphazardly wanting to get the fuck out already.

"What are you doing?" she questions me and I walk past her and back into my room and throw the bag in my duffle bag and zip everything up. "Please don't ignore me" she says in pretty much the most pitiful voice I've ever hear out of her and I scoff and roll my eyes. "You don't have the right to be acting like that. I'm moving out so don't bother moving out if you want the apartment" I say and throw on a baseball hat and walk out of my room and make a b line for the front door.

"Y/n please talk to me" she pleads and it's taking everything in me not to slap that 'poor me' attitude out of her. "You wanna talk? Let's speed this up for the both of us alright? You slept with my boyfriend behind my back, got pregnant and ruined my relationship and now I'm moving out. That pretty much covers everything if I'm not mistaken so let's just call this conversation over. I'll be back to pick up the rest of my shit later so don't touch anything" I say quickly without giving her a second to get a word in.

"When's later?" she asks and I roll my eyes at her pitiful excuse in trying to keep me here. "Whenever the hell I feel like it Jina. Sorry I can't make everything magically disappear right away" I say and turn to grab the handle but she just keeps going.

"Where are you staying?" she has the audacity to ask and I smile and shake my head at her stupidity. "Why would I ever tell you that? So you can come bother me with your lame excuses of apologizing. Or oh yeah even worse telling Jared where to find me so he can do the same thing. Why don't you guys do all of us a favor and stay the hell out of my life" I say and walk out the door, making sure to slam it right behind me.

While walking back to Jungkook's car I try my best to calm my breathing so I can hide what happened from him. There's no reason why he even needs to know that she showed up so might as well keep it to myself.

As I get closer to his car I watch as he looks up and sees me coming and gets out to grab my bag from me. "Is this everything you wanted?" he questions, taking it from me and placing it in the trunk. "Yep that's everything. Or at least enough to get me through the next few days" I say and get in the car with him following suit soon after.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern now laced all over his expression. "I'm totally fine, why do you ask?" I question in the most awkward tone of voice I've ever heard come out of me. "Because you're shaking" he points out and grabs one of my hands, holding it between two of his.

"No it's okay I'm fine" I say, my voice now getting wobbly, matching the shakiness of my hands. "Something happened in there didn't it?" he asks and I shake my head but he raises a questioning brow at me which has me nodding a moment later, admitting to what happened. "Jina came home" I say and take a shaky breath in and out, trying to keep myself from crying.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he questions and I quickly shake my head and he nods his and lets go of my hand and turns to start the car and pull out of the parking lot but as soon as we're on the main road again he reaches out for one of my hands and holds onto it again, not letting go until we get to the store.

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Grocery shopping with him feels weirdly domestic and felt as though we had done it dozens of times before, with both of our methods on how to shop quickly and efficiently matching up perfectly and so time flies and before I know it we're already putting the groceries away in his kitchen.

"We make a pretty good team huh?" he says and tossing me an apple and I catch it in time, further proving his point. "I guess we do" I say amusedly and take a big bite out of it. "No I'm serious! I swear whenever I go alone I always end up forgetting one of the most obvious ingredients and with your help I don't think I forgot a single thing" he says taking a bite of the apple he had gotten for himself.

"Well I'm glad to have been of some help. I feel bad since you've been doing nothing but taking care of me for the past twenty four hours and I haven't been able to give you anything in return" I admit, twisting the stem of until it pops off.

"You've given me plenty in return" he laughs off, as if I had said something ridiculous. "Oh yeah like what?" I ask, taking another bite of the apple and leaning back against the counter.

"You've definitely given me quite a few laughs today" he says and I scrunch my eyebrows together knowing that he's just making fun of me. "And you've definitely made my day a whole lot more interesting. Plus I learned some new things about you" he says and I gulp at that last part, knowing I've definitely overshared with him quiet a few times.

"Like how you prefer green apples over red. How you prefer white bread over wheat and that you get shy whenever I get close to you" he lists off, the last one obviously catching me off guard.

"I-" I start but I'm frozen in place as he gets closer to me and I just realized how I've backed myself into a corner. "Jungkook I-" I try again but my efforts die in my throat when he places his hands on either side of my hips, trapping me against the counter, staring at me as if he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"Do you wanna tell me why that is?" he asks, tilting his head almost taunting me. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, doing my best to remain level headed. "You sure about that?" he asks and I nod my head in response, not trusting my voice to stay steady this time. "Then why are you holding your breath?" he says while placing his hand on my neck and using his thumb to press down on my chin, encouraging me to open my mouth which I do with almost no hesitation.

"I don't know" I whisper but he leans in closer, bringing his lips closer to mine. "I think you're lying" he say, his warm breath fanning my face, promises of pleasure hidden behind those words and it has me whimpering at the thought.

"Y/n, earth to y/n" Jungkook says, bursting the bubble of the incredibly inappropriate daydream I had been having in front of him. "I-i'm sorry what was that?" I stutter, making it clear that I hadn't been paying attention.

"Maybe you're running a fever" he says, walking over to me and placing the back of his hand to my forehead, his cool hand causing a shiver to run down my spine. "What makes you say that?" I ask, looking up at him, taking in his features from our closer proximity. "Because you're burning up, and your whole face has gone red" he says and I feel my cheeks getting even more red at his observation.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks, making purposeful eye contact with me. "Yeah I just, I think I need to go lay down for a while" I say, finding the easiest escape route possible. "That's probably a good idea. I shouldn't have kept you out for so long" he says, guilt clouding his expression and I take one of his hands in mine without giving it a second thought making him jolt for a second but tighten his hold around mine just seconds later.

"I'm fine don't worry" I say with a small smile, "It was my fault for drinking so much. If I'm ever around you again and there's alcohol involved could you do me a favor and stop me from drinking so much" I laugh, trying to lift his spirits and it seems to do the trick.

"Of course darling" he says and places a kiss on the center of my forehead. "Now go lay down, you really are burning up" he says, having felt the heat radiating off of me from the kiss he had graced me with. I smile up at him and nod my head before turning around and heading back to my room.

Living with him might not be so bad. It's been a while since someone's taken care of me or even shown me such simple kindness without needing anything in return. I'm not sure if it would be the smartest decision but I'm definitely warming up to the idea...

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alligatorstomachacid · 7 months

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Kinktober Day: 8

Hate sex w/Nikto. Warnings: Bottom Male!Reader, Sub Male!Reader, Top!Nikto, Dom!Nikto, Hate sex, Degradation, rough sex, spit, not proof read. !Minors DNI! Fem alined may interact but don't fetishize my content.

You and Nikto have never got along. Ever since the day you met, but you're both not sure why you don't like each other. Maybe it's because you got off on the wrong foot or there's something about the other that just irks you. It doesn't matter though, neither of you care the about reason.

You were both sent on a mission together to retrieve some intel. It would be a simple mission, the base was already empty. Completely abandoned. You were both glad it'd be a short mission. Since the mission would be easy, you started getting cocky. A trait Nikto hates, so this surely wouldn't end well.

You walk ahead of Nikto, weapon in hand. You were getting more and more bold by the minute, you were testing Nikto's patience. You finally reach the room that holds the intel you both came for. You decided to make a game out of it, Nikto wasn't interested. Of course since you were so motivated on finding that intel, you found it first. And you decided to brag about it, that would be the final straw and a mistake.

Nikto grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. His other hand grabs his jaw.

"You don't know when to quit do you?" Nitko sneers in your ear. You were speechless.

"I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson, huh?" He hisses in your ear as he backs you against the table in the center of the dim room. He cages you against the table. His hand slides down to your pants and starts to undo them. He spins you around and bends you over the table. He roughly pulls your pants down to your knees. You can hear him unbuckle the belt of his pants.

"Open your mouth." Nikto commands, and you comply. You open your mouth like he asked and he shoves two gloves fingers down your throat, causing you to gag. Once his fingers are covered in spit he pushes one into your hole causing you to groan. He pumps his finger in and out. After a few minutes he adds a second one and continues to stretch you out. You're letting out grunts and whimpers. Your gloved fingers grip onto the smooth surface of the metal table.

You hear Nikto grunt in satisfaction and you feel him pull his fingers out. You then feel something poke at your entrance. He then starts to push himself in, earning a gutteral groan from you. A string of curses comes from your mouth. Nikto snickers a cruel snicker at the sight of you.

"What happened to all that sass? I thought you'd but up more of a fight." He says on your ear. He bottoms out then pulls out to only thrust harshly back into you. You let out a choked noise. He didn't give you any time to adjust. He starts to speed up, his pace is brutal and rough. You clench your jaw and grip onto the table. You let out a short and low gruntish scream.

You can hear Nikto's pants and grunts as he harshly thrusts into you. His hands are on both sides of your head. One thrust hits your prostate hard ripping a groan from deep your chest. Your eyes roll into the back as you whimper. Nikto speeds up his thrust, his cock dragging along your walls. You can feel him twitch inside you, he lets out one final grunt. A string of curses falls from his lips as he finishes inside of you. He pulls out then puts his cock away, redoing the his belt.

You don't know what to do other than pull up your pants, you're pretty pissed though. You didn't get to finish, so now you either have to hope your cock will calm down or you'll be able to get back fast enough to jerk off. You grab the file and you two start to leave, as you two walk through the empty halls Nikto whispers into your ear.

"If you behave I'll help you finish when we get back".

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A/N: Sorry this is late I was busy yesterday. I will post today's prompt as well as soon as I can which may be tomorrow or very soon.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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aita for kind of manipulating a friend in hopes she'll stay away from my not-so-really partner?

(emojis to find later: 🌸🌸🌸)

ok so this is kind of insane and im very mentally ill (self-diagnosed; done lots of research and have come to the conclusion of bpd, diagnosable according to the dsm-5) so this won't sound very rational or. normal. but here we go

so i (15FTX) have a classmate (15F?) who i've been in a close friendship with for 1.4 years. let's call her vick for this ask. i fell in love with her about a month into our friendship and it grew into her becoming my favorite person. i think of vick 24/7 and i put a lot of care and love into her, we're even planning to move in together into a dorm for university. i confessed to her about my love in october 2023 and she confessed she'd been having "weird" feelings about me since the first month of our friendshsip as well, but she doesn't know if it's anything romantic or not. we have stayed friends due to religious reasons but she has also said she wouldn't have minded us dating if religion wasn't a factor (we're muslim).

i've been pretty committed and loyal to her ever since i confessed and i consider her more important than anything, but i don't get this back and im fine with that. i can deal with it for the most part. it makes me jealous when she interacts with others so casually, but she obviously has the right to have other friends and care about other people and i absolutely know im not allowed to interfere with that no matter how i feel.

enter our other classmate (14F), who i'll call flower for this ask. she was fine at first and had noticed my jealous stares and made jokes about it, saying she had no intentions of "taking my wife from me" and often jokes about being scared of me. we're on good terms and we chat often at school like normal friends.

but recently, flower has started being extremely touchy-feely with vick, taking vick's hand and putting it on her thigh, leaning towards her, making extremely suggestive jokes... and this is a special treatment to vick, too, flower doesn't do this with anyone else in the world. i love vick much more than she ever could and not even i have such confidence with her. beyond that, vick's pretty uncomfortable with physical touch too, so i never risk making her uncomfortable and do my best to not touch her unless she touches me first despite being a very physically affectionate person myself. and there's flower, being all willy-nilly with vick like it's all fine and i feel kind of betrayed seeing flower be like that when i try so hard to accomodate vick's preferences.

you can guess that flower's intimate treatment for vick, who i love with all my heart, has caused me to hate flower with a burning passion. she's like a physical roadblock in my relationship with vick and im tired of it.

so i had an idea.

this merely started the last day of school before the break, and i can't continue it now because i don't have any oppurtunities to see flower, but what i started doing was i would be very affectionate with flower myself.

i would compliment her, make jokes, initiate conversation, it even came to the point flower joked about falling in love with me. i feel scummy doing this because i will never return whatever affection she'll develop for me, but im genuinely tired of flower and this is the most ethical thing i can think of.

by doing this, im hoping flower will see me as the person to pull all her joking advances on. this way, i won't feel like she's taking vick away from me, and i can be sure vick won't abandon me for flower. i also know i sure as hell won't be abandoning vick for flower, so this way my relationship with vick will basically be secured and flower will just be a nuisance that comes and goes and i'll just have to pretend i like it, which will be much easier than pretending to be fine with flower being affectionate with vick.

now i don't even have to type out all the ways i could be the asshole here but this is the most ethical thing i can think of, like i said. it's a win/win situation. vick pays more attention to me so im happy, flower's advances are redirected to me so flower's happy and im not in danger of losing my relationship with vick. i know vick doesn't care much about flower either so she'll be fine too. so everyone's happy! and flower's never gonna know her close friend from highschool actually hated her guts, so she won't ever be sad either.

but um. you know. the whole manipulating out of envy part of it and all.

just talking with vick about it isn't an option because vick already knows how much i hate it, but i guess she's only ever seen it in a joking environment where i was making light of it so she doesn't really know how much i hate it. i also can't just tell her to stop talking with someone because it makes me sad. i guess im being hypocritical because this also means i shouldn't manipulate someone away from her just because it makes me sad but i actually can't stand it it genuinely makes me suicidal and homicidal in many ways and this is the only thinng in my power that i feel like is okay-est to do

therapy is not an option my dad has a degree in psychology so he'd say "just talk to me instead" and he would think im crazy if i actually said anything about all this to him + he's extremely homophobic

ok that was a lot. um.

aita for manipulating flower away from vick just to have peace of mind?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mina-saiyat · 13 days

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1217 Gone (Momo)

'See you next time, goodbye.' Nayeon shyly tidy her clothes before leaving your car. You two, eventually, spending the rest of the morning in the shower, she can't even walk from the bathroom. Even on the way to her home, you two just keep making out and caressing each other, you could feel her panties is wet again.

You make sure Nayeon has entered the building before you call back to Momo. She has called you several times this morning, but you don't want her interrupting your date, so you did not pick up at all.

'Hi, Honey. Sorry for calling you so many time, are you busy at work?' Momo, on the other side of the phone asks nervously. 'I have made the appointment of the pregnancy test today, are you free to come with me. I really need you, Y/N.'

"I'm on my way, Momo. I'm sorry too, I was handling some things, but I'll be at your home right now." You say as you begin your drive over, you stop by the store to buy some flowers for Momo before reaching her home.

'Hey.' Momo opens the door immediately when she hears the doorbell. 'Is it for me?' Momo takes the flowers from you, smelling the scent before giving you another big hug.

She has already changed into the fit. However, you doubt that is this really suitable for seeing a doctor. When Momo hugs you again and shows you that long cleavage, you decided to shut up. If you weren't drained from the sex with Nayeon, you would definitely fuck her right now, even her dogs are still barking.

You kiss Momo's forehead. "So, are we heading straight to the doctor's? Or are we stopping somewhere first?" You ask her as you move yourhand down to her lower back. "You look good,Momo."

'Perhaps I can cook a quick lunch for you? The doctor is really popular, so we can not be late for the appointment.' Momo, feeling your hands slowly go down to her ass. 'Not right now, only if you could stay tonight.' Momo smirks and kisses your face cheek.

You give her cheek a kiss. "Alright, we can have a quick lunch." You greet the dogs and head to the kitchen. "What are you planning to make, Momo? We don't have much time."

'Ramen I think, are you ok with it?' Momo gives you smile and start preparing the ingredients. 'Can you help Boo to wear his clothes, he is coming with us. You know who is boo, right?'

Hearing Momo's request, you hesitate for a second, although Momo's dog is cute, you not sure should you bring him on the car, there is some much evidence could be left on the car.

"He's coming with us? Is that a good idea? I don't want him to make a mess in the car or cause any distractions." You ask while looking at Boo.

'Boo is a good boy. He is not afraid of strangers, he will behave well.' Momo comes and hugs your arm, her tits once again pressing on you, the softness makes you lose your mind for a second. 'I really want Boo to come with us, I have asked clinic and they replied it's fine. Please, honey.'

"I don't know, but if you really want him to come, I guess I can allow it." You reply. You look down at Boo again. "Just let me go clean up the car so there's nothing for him to chew on or mess with. Just call me when the ramen is ready, okay, my little peach?" You ask, ruffling her hair.

'I will hug Boo in my arms all the way. Just sit and wait for dinner.' Momo pulls you to the dining room and forces you to sit down.

You start feeling nervous suddenly. Perhaps it's the first time you are being a daddy, or you are still accepting the fact that Momo is going to be born a baby for you. You look at Momo, who is still busying in the Kitchen, your frustration grows at the same time.

I sit in the dining room waiting for Momo to finish. "How are you feeling about this, Momo? Being pregnant, I mean." You watch the dogs while you listen to her answer.

'Happy, I am really happy.' Momo can't hide her delightful when she puts down the Ramen. 'It's a reward to our love, isn't it?' Momo pats her stomach, although it's still young for a bulge. 'Building a family with you means a lot to me, I did not expect that at the beginning, but I am going to cherish both of you in the rest of my life.'

Momo's confession sounds the same when you two are having sex. However, this time, you feel a little stressful. You are not sure you want to take the responsibility and having a baby with Momo is never on your plan, you have thought you will do it with Nayeon, Jihyo, Mina, or even Sana. But Momo, is she really exceeding a sex partner or secret lover? You don't know.

You give Momo a hug, holding her tightly. "I think I'm more nervous about this than you." You chuckle. You cup Momo's cheeks, squishing them. "It’s crazy to think I'm going to be a dad. I don't know if I'm ready, but I'll try my best."

'I will too, I hope I can do my best for you ans my baby.' Momo smiles. 'Hurry up for the lunch, honey.'

On the way to the clinic, Momo seems to be more nervous, she just keep patting Boo's head. 'You are going to have new sibling soon, will you protect her like you protect mummy?'

"Yeah, Boo, you have to protect your family. Can you handle that?" You ask, glancing at the dog. "We're almost there, Momo. Just take a deep breath."

You help Momo register at the clinic and wait for the doctor. As you see, most of the pregnant women here are alone, only Momo is accompanied by you. The nurse starts to make fun of you, 'Miss Hirai, you really have a good husband. Or I should call Mrs.?'

"I'm just here to support her." You respond before finding a seat for Momo and taking her away. "I hope we're not here for too long. Doctors can take forever."

'It should not take long, you have made a reservation, so the doctor must be available to you, sir. Please don't worry.' The nurse replies.

You just sit aside Momo, seeing she plays with Boo.

You watch Momo play with Boo until it the doctor arrives. "I'll handle Boo. You should focus on the doctor, Momo. Just relax." You tell her as you reach your hands out for Boo.

'Miss Hirai, I am your doctor. You have made a reservation for pregnancy check, right? This way, please. And the husband can wait in my room, so we can have a short talk after the checking. The doctor brings you two to separate rooms for waiting.

You and Boo were left alone in the room, you holding him in your arms, looking his head, the nervousness in your head raises again.

"Alright Boo. It's you and me." You say as you hold him toward me, looking him in the eye. "Tell me the truth boy, Is Momo doing alright at home?" You ask out of boredom. "Do you think they're going to be in their long?" When Boo barks back you take that as him saying yes and sigh. "I guess you’re right."

Not long after the wait, the doctor and Momo enter the room one by one. Momo' s face is red, and the sweat makes her bangs stick on her forehead. Momo looks like she just experienced some terrific event, her face is so nervous. She lowers her head and prevent your sight when she sits next to you.

'So, Miss Hirai. Do you want to tell the news to your boyfriend by yourself? Or I should help you?' Doctor's strange attitude makes you get nervous again.

"What happened in there." You whisper to Momo. As you hold Boo. "Why are you sweating?"

'I... I...' Momo lows down her head, avoiding your sight. The doctor sighs. 'Ms. Hirai, perhaps I will help you. So, sir, I am really sorry to tell you that Miss Hirai was never pregnant, she just has some misunderstanding about her body and period.

Hearing the news, rather than shock, relieved is more suitable to describe your feeling now. You don't need to bear any responsibility to Momo, at least not now. You look at Momo again, is she too sad, or too shy to tell you the news by herself.

You pat Momo's back. "Are you alright?" You ask as you move your hand down her back. "Let's go home, Momo." You thank the doctor and help Momo stand up. "Come on, we can talk about it more in the car."

Momo tries her best to hold back the tears, she gives a bow to the doctor and leaves the room immediately. You get Boo in your arms and follow her quickly.

'Momo! Momo?' You keep calling her name but she did not give you a response.

'Hi sir, could you please pay the consultation fee first?' The nurse stops you at the entrance, when you finish the payment, Momo is already left.

You rush out after Momo with Boo in your arms. "Slow down, Momo." you think to yourself. Exiting the building, You look around to see where she went before heading to your car to see if she was inside.

You walk around nearby, but you still can not see Momo. You could only find her when you reach the carpark, Momo is sitting on the ground, the tears has ruined her makeup.

She just crying in silence, until she sees you arrived. 'Sorry, Honey. I am so useless, I give you a false hope.' The Momo you know is so sensitive, always like to blame herself. However, you start to feel annoyed, Momo all the way from the beginning is like a stress deliver to you, from the massage in the gym, to becoming you secret lover, most of the time you just have a quick visit and fuck her until you are satisfied. Only you are in good mood after dating Nayeon, otherwise you would not have the patience to comfort her.

"Don't worry about it, Momo. It was a simple mistake. Come on, we'll grab some food to go and head home. This doesn't have to ruin the day." You tell her as you sit beside her. You place Boo on her lap. "Boo, you want your mommy to eat and be happy, right?" Boo barks and licks Momo's hands. "I think he agrees."

Boo knows his mum is not happy right now, keeps licking her face, and wants to cheer her up.

'I can feel something inside of me, I know... I thought I was pregnant.' Momo whispers, she gets your hand on your tummy, asks you to feel it. 'I knew I was bred, we never used condom and you fill my womb so many times.'

"Momo, I don't know what you're feeling, but it's okay if you're not pregnant. We don't have to rush into anything. I know you were excited." You hold Momo's hands, "take a deep breath, and I'll get you home."

'No, our baby is here.' Momo cries out and pull your hands to her belly once again. 'There must be something wrong, we should go to another clinic, right, Honey?'

"Momo, I don't think the doctor is wrong." You cup Momo's cheeks, "Look at me, Momo. I don't think the doctor is wrong, but that doesn't mean we still don't have a family. We have our little son right here and at home." Boo lets out a little bark and licks Momo's hands. "We can always have children. If not now, then later. You don't have to cry about this. This changes nothing."

'No, why don't you trust me?' Momo yells in pain. 'The baby is here, I can feel it.' Momo caressing her stomach. 'Boo, let's go. Daddy doesn't believe mommy, we will find a better doctor and make sure your little sibling is safe.' Momo tries to get the collar of Boo and leaves.

You start to get annoyed, and Momo seems to force herself to believe she is pregnant. You not sure how you gonna handle this.

You grab Momo from behind, "Momo, just listen to me. The doctor is going to know what they're doing. They're not going to be wrong. If you want a baby that bad, I'll put one in you, okay? Just calm down, you're overreacting."

'I already have one inside, why you still gonna put one in me?' Momo standing turns around and ask. 'You can give me another one after I give birth of the first.'

'OH, I know. You must be horny right now.' Momo smirks, she walks back to you and pull you for a kiss. 'Your cock must be boring these days when I am not with you. I bet Nayeon could not satisfy you like I did.' Momo's hand keep caressing your cock, her hand works wonder that a bulge from inside your Jeans immediately. Feeling the hardness in her hands, Momo smiles more happily. 'I know you wanna fuck me, right? Daddy.' Momo whispers in your ear and grabs your bulge again, sending shivers down to your spin.

"I do. I want to make you a mommy." You say, a little happy that Momo isn't as sad as before. You’re still bothered that she won't give up on believing she's pregnant, but you move past that. "Let's go home. You say, moving her toward the car along with Boo."

However, once you open the door for Momo, she pushes you on the seat and rides on you immediately. Momo grabs your hands on her camisole, forcing you to feel her tits. 'I know you want a second child too, I will give birth again after this.' Momo then grabs your head for a kiss, before keep leaving hickeys all over your neck.

'Daddy...' Momo whispers again, 'Do you think our baby can taste what's your semen feels like?'

"Momo, let's wait till we're home. I want to be the only one to see you like that." You give her a quick kiss. "We have all day, Momo."

Momo ignores you and keeps rubbing your bulge with her bottom. The friction between two trousers brings both pain and pleasure to you. You can feel precum starts to coat your under.

'I will born as many babies as you want. I don't care will Myoui knows.' Momo starts undressing your shirt, her fingers keep tickles your nipples until she hears you moan.

You grab Momo's hands. "I'm serious. Let's do it at home. I'll make sure you'll have tons of my babies. Just not here."

Momo ignores you and changes to undress herself. The bouncing tits catch your attention as soon as they leave the restrictions from the camisole.

'It's alright, honey. Have some milk.' Momo whispers and pulls your head into her tits, the scent of her tits and the swear taking over your mind. You feel harder to breathe as your head is buried in her tits.

You bite Momo's tit as you’re overcome by her scent. "If you really want this, I'm going to make you regret it, Momo." You groan as you grab Momo's other breast and give it a rough squeeze.

Momo does not reply to you, instead she use her nipples to teases your lips, everytime when you feel you can suck her hard, she withdraws her nipples.

At the meantime, she undresses your jeans real quick, and you could feel her wet clit keep rubbing on your cock, the heat sensation is an addictive seduction, her moan is becoming surrounding sound in the car. Even boo is keep barking, none of you cares.

You grab Momo's waist and pull her onto your cock, her slick walls clamping onto my cock as you push the entire length inside her. "Tell me how much you want to have my baby." You whisper into her ear as you thrust. "How many of my babies are you going to have?"

'Ah...' Momo releases a soft moan when your cock completely penetrates her, then she starts to ride you immediately, her hands are on your chest, so she could play your nipples easily. Seeing the satisfied face of you, her nails rub your nipples lighter but faster, nearly driving you crazy. 'Is that why you like sucking my nipples so much, I bet you like I play with your nipples too.'

You bite your teeth hard to survive from the pleasure, it's just a few days since you fuck Momo, but her riding skill seems improved again, the circular motion of her hips allows her meat to clamp every part of your cock, tempting you to go even deeper.

You move one hand up to her breast and pull on her nipple. "Is mommy going to have any milk?" You ask her as you bury your cock in her. "How much does Mommy want to have a baby?"

'I have a baby already... Umm...' Momo twists your nipple harder to show her dissatisfaction, causing you to moan again. 'I can always born another one after this. Just wait a little longer, and you can get my milk.'

The pleasure from your nipples, the heat from her pussy, the echoing moans from Momo, everything is just too good at this moment. Momo can feel your cock is becoming even harder in her, she tickles your nipple one more time, and you nearly cum from the excitement. Seeing your jerking body, Momo can't hold her smile, she is so happy that she can please you.

'Are you going to cum? Kiss me, Honey.' Momo pulls your upper body up and log you with her arms tightly. Your chest rubbing with hers, but your nipples are now free, you are somehow disappointed, and Momo takes care of your nipple again.

You grab Momo's waist and pull her down as you thrust up, kissing her womb with the tip of your cock before painting her walls white. You press your lips against hers and feel Momo rock her body against yours.

'Umm..' Momo's moan is muffled when your lips connected, but you definitely know who excited she is right now, her walls are getting tighter, and you are reaching the point of no return. Momo senses the change in your cock, changing her hips in a linear movement, keep moving front and backward, an angle that she can rides faster.

However, a sudden knock on the car window has ruined your orgasm. The surprise caught you totally off guard, and you release a loud groan while your body keeps jerking. Your cock uncontrollably pulses a few times before start shooting your cum in her.

Momo feeling the heat cum shooting into her womb, reaches her own orgasm too.

"I told you this would happen." You whisper to Momo. "I'm blaming you for this." You cover Momo, so she's more clothed and wait until you've calmed down to lower the window slightly.

'Enjoying a good time, sir?' It's the guard of the car park, he jokes and tries to peek inside. 'I was trying to tell you that your dog is being left outside, but it seems you have something more important.

Although your body has covered most of momo's naked curves, but the aftertaste of orgasm still occupied Momo's face, anyone look at her right now would know she just has a good sex, the guards seems being seduced.

'Your girl is really hot, what about borrowing her mouth or tits to me, I am really fucking hard when seeing you two have sex. Just a return of flavor that I keep your dog.' The guard looks at Momo with a horny sight.

"Sorry, but no. She's all mine." You say, squeezing her thighs. "I appreciate the help."

'Come on, sir. I keep everyone out from the area, so no one can disturb you. Do me the flavor, and if you wanna try car sex in the carpark again, I would clear the area for you. You can fuck her at the same time, would not a threesome be hot?' The guards smirk. 'I really need it, sir.'

"Fine, you can feel her tits but that's it. You're lucky I'm even allowing that." You say as you sneakly move on of your hands to Momo's clit, giving it a quick flick.

'Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.' The guards can't hide his smile, he immediately unzip his pants, showing his already hardened shaft, the tips are shining because of the precum, you can see he is already excited from watching you fucking Momo.

You keep rubbing Momo's clit, triggering her lust again. 'Ummm... what's happening.' Momo whispers. You slightly move yourself, so the guard can see her tits. The guards cannot contain himself and start playing her tits while start fapping. Your cock starts to get hard again by having the idea that you are going to share Momo with another man.

'Ummm... wait! Who are you?' Momo feels a bit of strange when she feels there is an extra hand on her body.

"It’s so we don't get in trouble, Momo. I kept telling you to wait until we were home." You whisper to her as you thrust into her, feeling her walls clench around your cock. "It’s just gonna be that." you whisper again.

'Sir, can you open the door so I can get my hands in easier?' The guard groans from pleasure, he tries to insert another hand to grab another side of Momo's tits.

'Ummm... Honey... I do not understand... Ah!' Momo covers her face with her hands to cover the shyness.

'No, Momo. I wanna see your face.' You hold her hands down, so her action is restricted and you could do whatever you want to her.

"Did you think doing it in public wouldn't get us in trouble, Momo?" You whisper before thrusting again. You open the door for the security guard. "We'll get to leave soon." You move Momo's hand to her clit, making her play with herself as you thrust.

'But did not you get hard first, honey? Ah... Faster!.' Momo seems to fallen again, she rubs her clits even faster. ' If we have been discovered, then we don't need to be that caution... Umm...'

'Yes, baby. Moan louder... Do you like I play your tits' The guards keep twisting her nipples, but you than find that he has no hands for masturbating, so he could still be hard even if you finish again.

"Once I'm done, we're leaving. Doesn't matter if you cum or not." You tell the guard as a warning. You rub Momo's ass giving it a rough squeeze before spanking it as you try to focus on her.

'Sir, but the deal is I get to cum.' The guard twists Momo's nipple again. 'Ahh!' You could feel Momo's walls become tighter immediately. 'Sir, we are helping each other to have a better orgasm. Your wife is too hot that no man can resist.' One of his hand moves to the back of Momo to feel her ass, 'Madam, your ass is so round.'

'Ummm... Harder, honey!' The shyness of Momo starts to fade, she keeps riding you quickly, the bouncing tits make both of the men gets more horny.

"No, no, no, my exact words were you can feel her tits." I tell him as I slam Momo down onto my cock, making every inch go inside her cunt. "I never said anything about you needing to cum." I say in an annoyed voice.

'OK, OK. I will try my best then.' The guard recluantly withdraw one of his hand and start to stroke his cock again.

'Honey, Ahh!' Momo seems already in her world, and ignores your conversation, pleasuring by two men at the same time is a new experience for her.

You let Momo take the lead, just thrust your hips to suit her rhythm. The guard walks closer and tickles Momo' nipple again, forcing her to moan again. 'Madam, please can you help me? Look how hard I am because of you?'

You lean forward and kiss Momo's neck. "Don't you do it." You whisper as you spank her. Your other hand plays with her clit as you rush her orgasm. You feel Momo's walls tightening around me as I continue to drive your cock into her womb. "Let's cum together, Momo.”

Momo's brain has lost the ability of thinking, she looks at the cock of the guard, hesitate for a moment, and slowly grabs it in her hand.

'Yes, madam. Your hand is so soft. Every part of you is just made for sex.' The guard groans from the pleasure, he even thrusting his hip like he is fucking her hand.

Seeing Momo serving another man, you feel even horny, and push her to the forward, so you could fuck her even harder. 'Yes, Honey... Fuck me like that...'

You spank Momo again, hitting her a little harder. "I know you want to cum, Momo." You say as you kiss her neck. Feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm, you piston in and out of Momo, her walls gripping you tightly as she gets closer to her climax. "I'm going to make you a good mommy." You whisper into her ear as you drive her onto your cock and fill her womb with your cum. Momo's walls milk you as she reaches her climax, she cries out from the pleasure, loving the feeling of your cum pouring into her.

Seeing you have creampied Momo, the horny vibe pushes the Guard over his edge. 'Fuck, madam! I gonna cum! Where can I cum?' The guards groan.

Although Momo has cummed, her hands automatically jerks faster as she feel the cock in her hand is pulsing. 'Ummm... On my tits...'

You continue to thrust into Momo, dumping more and more baby batter into her fertile womb as she quickly jerks off the guard. The distance between them was too great, leading him to cum on her tits instead.

Three of you keep groaning and moaning from the pleasure until the orgasm is over. 'Thank you so much, sir and madam. I am feeling so good.' The guard use his cock to rubs Momo's tits, trying to get more cum on her. Momo begins to be shy again, she closes her eyes and slowly milking the guard's cock, while her walls are milking yours. The scene of Momo serving another is just too exciting for you, and you could feel yourself being hard again. Momo of course can feel it also, she releases another moan when your cock pushing her womb again. 'Honey...'

You kiss Momo to quiet her, "Let's finish up at home." You whisper to her, before spanking her one more time. "We'll be going now." You tell the guard, closing the door on him. You move Momo onto the passenger seat and start the car, making sure Boo is inside before leaving to head to Momo's house.

'Goodbye, sir.' Have a good day.' The guards get Boo back in the car and send you off.

Momo is still naked, looking at the cum on her tits, 'You are horny when you see I am with other man?' She asks suddenly, the question is too shock for you and you hit the brake, so the car stops immediately.

"That's not it. It was from nearly getting in trouble that did it. There was a sense of danger there." You say, lying to her. "I kind of want to do it again. How would you feel about having sex on a balcony?" You ask her to try and deceive her.

'Fucking me in doggy on the balcony so everyone can see? Should I tell Nayeon to watch it downstairs then?' Momo plays with the cum on her tits and smell it. 'Not smell as good as yours, but I am kind of horny again.'

'What if the guard really fucks me, and you two fuck me together? Will I keep cumming like a slut?'

You lean over and kiss Momo's forehead. "That’s not happening. You're all mine, just how I'm yours. Let's just finish getting home. You're going to need a shower, and I'm going to help you."

'I will call Nayeon to watch us fucking at the balcony.' Momo cleans her finger and unzips your jeans again. 'Just drive, Honey. I just need something to distract me.' Momo says as she bends down her head and starts to give you a blowjob.

You place one hand on Momo's head, making sure to keep her hair out of the way as you continue to drive to her home. "Your lips feel so nice, Momo." You say as you push her head down a little. "And you have such a tight throat."

Momo, encouraged by your compliment, bobbing her head even faster. Her hands go down to massage your balls, bring you more pleasure.

'Slurp... Slurp... Ummm...' The sound of Momo's sucking gives you a great imagination, although you can't see her face, you know how horny she is right now. Your hips uncontrollably start to thrust in her mouth, as you are looking for more, the Saliva of Momo keeps dripping down to your balls and thighs.

"Momo, I'm going to cum again. I want you to drink it all. Be a good Mommy." You groan as you continue to thrust. You hurry along, trying to get to Momo's home safely but quickly. The hand on her head pushes her down to the base of your cock as you reach your climax.

Momo opens her mouth wide and ready to deep throat you as you push her deep to your crotch. 'Ugh...' Momo tries her best to get as much of your cock in her throat, the moment when her soft meat clamps your cock, your body jerks again and again.

'Momo!' You groan as you lost your self-control, both of your hands hold her down, so she is forced to drink all of your cum. Momo is choked, but still desperately to drink all of it.

'Beepppp!' The horn pulls you back to the reality, you nearly crash another car as both of your hand are on Momo's head. Momo slowly spit your cock out as you finish, she looks up at you, and you could see tears in her eye.

'Honey, let me take care of you.' Momo, not giving you time to rest, bends down her head and start sucking you again. Your cock is so sensitive from the orgasm, your body keep shaking. 'Fuck, Momo... I love it! Ahhh!' You can't stop moaning when her tongue keeps wrapping your shaft.

You rush to her home, finding a parking spot nearby. Lifting Momo's head, you rush out of the car and to her side. You pick her up and rush inside of her home with Boo following behind you. As soon as you're inside you pin Momo to the wall. "I need you Momo." You groan as you drive your cock deep inside her cunt and begin thrusting wildly. "You're my baby maker, aren't you? You'll give me tons of children." You say feeling her tighten around your cock as you mention that.

'I will... I will... Our babies....' Momo starts to cry when she remembers the baby. 'Fuck me, honey. Until I forget about it.' Momo moans again and arcs her back, so you could fuck her harder.

"I will," You moan as you lift on of her legs so you can go deeper. "I'll make sure you can't think of anything else but my cock." You say continually ramming deep into her as you lap at her neck.

'Yes, honey. Fuck me, I am all yours!' Momo can't stop her moan, she just shakes her ass, seducing you to go harder. Her hands are pinned by you on the wall, thus she is totally under your control.

'Momo, I will breed you until you don't want to get pregnant again. You groan loudly. You know the only way to stop Momo from worrying about the baby is to fuck her brain out.

You two spend the rest of the day fucking in the house, the corridor, the kitchen, and the living room are left with the mixture of the cum and nectar.

Finally, another loud moan and you fill her once again. Momo lying on your chest, trying to catch her breath. You keep stroking her hair, not sure has she overcome the sadness.

"We've made a huge mess, my little peach. The whole house is covered with our sweat and cum." You kiss the top of her head and continue to stroke her hair. "Did you enjoy fucking everywhere?"

'Umm...' Momo nods shyly and leans closer to you. 'Today's a long day, isn't it?' She tries to hear your heartbeat.

'Our baby... he is gone...' Momo whispers. 'I am not sure I am ready to be a mother yet, I don't want to feel the pain of losing it again... Sorry, Honey...' She gives your cheek a quick kiss. 'Can you stay a bit longer, not just tonight?.' Momo asked anticipatedly.

However, you remember you are going back to the hometown to meet Chaeyoung tomorrow, she seems need you too. The plane is quite early as you did not expect to stay at Momo's house tonight.

"I'll stay with you tomorrow." You tell her, deciding that Chaeyoung could wait for one more day. "I'm going to visit my sister the day after, alright? She sounded a little sick and I want to see her." You give Momo a soft kiss. "And don't be sorry, Momo. I guess we should start using protection, too. Let's get a little sleep."

'One day is not enough, I want longer... What about a week?' Momo rolls over her body and climbs on top of you, keep kissing you. 'Please, you know we just seldom meet, and I really want you to spend more time with me... Only with you I can overcome it... Please.' Momo kisses your lips like a woodpecker.

However, she has no idea she is triggering your lust once again, her hips keep rubbing your crotch when she moves, your cock is returning to full hardness again. You take a deep breath, trying to claim down. 'You are playing fire, Momo.' You groan.

But Momo is still just still begging you, you feel you are losing your temper quickly. Finally, you flip her over, and align your cock to her entrance. 'Momo, you sure you don't wanna be a mommy? Stop teasing me.' You play with her tits, trying to tease her back.

'Don't... Don't put it in, if you are not staying for a week.' Momo whispers, the heat from your cock is really tempting.

"Let's make a deal, Momo. I'll stay a few days but I can't stay the week. I need to see if my sister is alright." You stare into Momo's eyes. "Does that sound okay? We'll spend those few days together going out and having fun."

'Please, just a week.' Momo holds your cheek and pulls you closer. 'We never have a date more than 1 day, works and other girls always occupied all of your time.'

You can see your own shadow in Momo's eye due to the proximity, the hot air that she blows on your face, and the wet clit that she keeps rubbing with your tips and taking over your mind. You swallow your saliva, trying to convince yourself you can't stay that long, but Momo doesn't want you to debate anymore. She keeps teasing your tips, just a little push, then you are going in her again. 'Honey... What are you still thinking of...' She moans, and her thighs has locked you, forcing your tips rubbing her pussy even harder. You know you can't wait any longer, you need to take her now.

"No fair, you're cheating," You groan, feeling her lips rub against the tip of your cock. You hold onto Momo's hips and bury yourself inside her, thrusting like a wild animal. "I'm going to make you regret this decision, Momo." You moan before latching onto one of her tits and biting her nipple. "I'm going to fuck you until you're a mindless mess."

Momo's moans filled the room, making you become rougher. Her teasing had been too much, and Momo made you lose control. You wanted to ravage her body, and nothing was going to stop you.

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How they would act when you fall asleep on their shoulder Pt. 2

Part 1 (Silver, Cater & Sebek x Nb!Reader)

Summary: You had a long morning, and you didn't even get enough sleep so now you are very tired, But sitting with them in the courtyard during lunch break, while they talk you find yourself falling asleep, your head on their shoulder.

ft. Floyd, Idia & Vil x NB!Reader [seperate] (+Azul in Floyd's part, Azul mentions Jamil lmao, Floyd mentions Jade & Ortho mentioned but not in the short story)

A/n: IDIA WAS SO HARD TO DO, I didn't know if he was gonna be in school or out school so uh let's just say Ortho dragged him out. This is gonna be my will to live.

Established Relationship with Vil, Situationship with Idia and uhh, Idk about Floyd. Fluff

(Warning: IT MAY BE AN OOC CHARACTER. If it triggers you, you can click out of this blog, This is just what I think, how they would act as a hc)

! do not repost or translate my works anywhere. do not copy or use my works in any site, Reblogs are appreciated alot though !

Floyd

He's a menace to society, but we love him. He probably wants to menacing things but look! You're here sleeping on him, he's a bit pouty he can't do anything fun (menace.) but I guess the only thing he can think of is your soft and squishy. Like Silver's, (if you've seen part 1) he puts your head on his lap, Probably not gently like Silver's but it's also not a harsh pull. He wants to squeeze you. Let him squeeze you when you wake up /j

He has urges, but he should probs let his soft spot win. Y'know just play with your hair, doesn't matter if you have short or long hair because he will find a way to play with your hair while you sleep.

Floyd sighs. "can't do anythin' fun while you're asleep. What happened to the partners in crime??" He sulks. Floyd looks at you, your head slowly falling off his shoulder. Before that even happens, He grabs you by the shoulder and pulls your head down on his lap. "'ya dreaming of falling or something?" He questions. A moment of silence.. "Whatever you're dreaming, I hope it's not about Jade pushing you off a hill if you say no to mushrooms." He lightly pinches your cheek.

"Floyd, why can't you act like this forever?" Azul says, coming from behind the apple tree. "Now what are you doing here??" Azul shrugs, looking at you for a moment then looking back at Floyd. "Nothing. Have you seen Jamil?" Azul asks. "Sea snake? Nah." Floyd answers, then getting back to pinching your cheek and playing with your hair, Light enough to not wake you up. "Alright. I'll just look for him myself." He walks off, going inside the school building. While he plays with your hair, he catches you smiling in your sleep. Perhaps a good dream? Well whatever is is, he's so much softer into seeing you smile. "Hmm, Shrimpy seems like they're having a really good dream."

Idia

Nervous, Scared but not really. Is he feeling excitement or nervousness?!??! Gosh, he doesn't know. What should he do? Should he call for Ortho and be like "bring me back in the dorms pls" orrrr just...

Stay still and let you rest. He's seen you stress around, in the library doing your assignments, running to Crowley, running to Crewel and the other teachers. The best he can do is just let you rest on him. Probably give you his trusty jacket but how?!?! Your arm is literally embracing Idia's like it's the last day of twisted wonderland.

Idia stares at you in tension, your arm hugging his for dear life, you seem so comfortable, but.. He never knows. He's just judging by the looks of it. "Erm..- D-do I..-" He stutters. Instead, He gives your back a little pat with his other hand, an awkward pat. "Sleep well.." He whispers, helping you get more comfortable hugging his arm by giving more space for you to move, Despite having bad interaction with situations like this, He's learned a few stuff from games. Would it work? Up to your thoughts.

Idia pulls out his phone, just slightly moving his arm that you're embracing so he can play games. I guess a short wait until you wake up won't be that bad. He lowers the volume of his phone too, Idia doesn't want you to wake up in a bad mood, become more stressed. And he also won't play too violently like how he plays in his room. Just for your sake of getting atleast a bit of sleep <3

Vil

He. Is. A. Gentleman.

I am not being delusional. I am being honest, He would be the strict gentleman type. You both are just in the courtyard under the apple tree, He's just ranting about Neige and you just happened to fall asleep on his shoulder. Did you hear anything he said? You tried to listen, but your mind was so clouded with thoughts that you didn't even process what he said.

I feel like he has a habit of checking your face to see how bad the eyebags are. He just lightly scolds you about staying up late, a scold you would definitely receive later when you wake up before getting silent again and hugging you. Even if he seems a bit mad about you staying up late doing random assignments that matter in your life, more than beauty-- He's worried.

You don't even remember what Vil was saying just a few seconds ago. You know it's about Neige but you couldn't process what he exactly said about him. You just stare at nothing, Vil's voice slowly getting silent in your head. Unable to keep yourself awake, you rest your head on his shoulder and directly fell in a short nap. You stayed up all night to the point of sleeping so quick. "He even-- Hey-" Vil stops talking, seeing your tired demeanor. "Did you stay up again?" No answer.

He lets out huff, gently holding your chin while his other hand is supporting the side of your head, Inspecting the eyebags. "That's.." He whispers. All he could think of is how foolish you are to stay up late and pressure yourself. "Such an Airhead." Vil adds, pulling you close for a hug. Vil presses his lips against the top of your head, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "Keep resting, I'll just have to scold you later."

Author's end Note: Can you tell I went crazy on Vil's part? I love him so much. THE NEW CARD OF HIM HELLO?!?!?!? IT PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD.

Ahem. Happy birthday to him tho!!

! do not repost or translate my works anywhere. do not copy or use my works in any site, Reblogs are appreciated alot though !

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #floyd leech x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #floyd leech #nb reader

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beloved-blaiddyd · 25 days

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I LOVEEEE DOG GALLIGAR I NEED MORE

please read the rules and regulations next time anon cuz I'll ignore asks that don't follow format. Anyways I'm a big gallagher simp so I can't ignore a humble request. here's a quick sketch of farmer!reader and (yandere utc) dog!gallagher + extra brainrots cooked up 1 AM cuz I just finished a school output

Domestic Fluff/Crack:

You rarely buy chocolate after taking Gallagher in. Not because you're worried that the canine might randomly eat some and get a "lethal" dose— but because he simply looks disgruntled whenever you take a bite. He went on quite a long tangent about how it doesn't taste that great and you would much rather not hear it a second time.

In your first week together, you might've gone overboard and bought every dog care product you could think off. Gallagher heartily laughed when he saw you bought one of every shampoo— and then his heart dropped when you pulled out a pet razor next in the shopping bag. Needless to say, his silence saved his skin. Or well, in this case, fur.

You often pondered over the ethics of having a half-human in your home. It's not that you treat him poorly or bar him from opportunities elsewhere, but you remind him from time to time that he can leave the farm if he wants to. In which, he would either a) put a hand on your shoulder and earnestly decline or b) joke about how he's going to bite you if you ask again.

Speaking of jokes, he never tells you about his past— which was a decision you respected. However, it's become an inside joke for the two of you to make up his backstory and how you met. When your traveler friend Boothill once came to visit, you both told him that Gallagher was actually an ex-police dog who decided he's tired of snitching where the drugs were when "it's always hidden in cushions anyways". When the local innkeeper Siobhan asked where did he come from, he said he was once a bartender— and you made a convincing follow-up that it was the reason behind his distaste for SoulGlad. He even shocked everyone when he had the skills to back that lie up. You swear that every time, the story and people's reactions become more and more priceless.

Yandere:

But not everyone is elusive of his true nature.

That's why he hates whenever your neighbor "Sunday" visits.

Gallagher doesn't want it to happen, but that man seems to always discern the facade he's putting on. He doesn't like it at all. He always had to hold back a sharp stare and a growl whenever he's around. But that man. That hawk...

Why does he always cling to you like a pest?

He knows- he knows you're friends with him and that Robin girl since childhood- but shouldn't those numerous interactions suffice? Why does HE keep stealing your time together? That Sunday is a hybrid himself— he should know that someone has already marked this household territory.

Still, that bird perches on your porch, greeting you with a smile that you'll reciprocate. But the cunning glimpses he sends Gallagher indicates that they equally find the other person bothersome.

"What're you doing here?" Gallagher scoffed. "Don't you have a Family to go back to?"

Sunday smiled politely, though with how his hands are always hidden from the dog's view, he can only guess that it's clenched in a tight fist.

"And you don't?"

"(Y/n) is my Family."

"Before they were yours, they were mine."

That caught Gallagher's attention.

... Isn't that technically the truth? Even without papers, isn't the bond you, Robin, and that fiend share essentially a strong familial bond? He had only heard snippets in town and from yourself, but you three had known each other almost since birth.

So... What does that make him?

A pet?

A hound?

A friend?

A partner?

Or a mere passing memory?

Despite these thoughts, he steeled his resolve and shook his head, subconsciously holding his neck. There's no collar. Nothing that physically binds him to you. And, for reasons he didn't quite placed at the time, he hated the sensation of freedom.

He hated being free.

He hated being detached from you.

"With what to prove, huh?" Gallagher snarled. "Leave. They're asleep. Don't bother them today— or ever again."

He volunteered to patrol for the next nights to hide his insomnia. Gallagher did not understand where most these emotions stemmed from. Why would he wish to be shackled when he just got himself out or a cage? You were kind enough to supply him with basic necessities and allow him to do whatever he wants after work is done— so why this emptiness?

But when he came back home at dawn after unlocking the door with the spare key you gave him— he got his answer.

He felt his feet drag him to your door. Before he could even process what was happening, Gallagher was seated at a nearby chair, tenderly caressing your face.

This was the answer he was looking for. The raison d'etre. All resolved under three words:

"You... I want you."

And for a while, that was enough.

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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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Kitchen talk

TW: kinky shit, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, bill and y/n are 18, dirty talk, some degrading

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

request: 2008 bill x female reader; Bill comes over to yn for the first time and they bake a cake together, but since he's dirty minded he can't help but have dirty scenarios playing in his head [fucking her on tbe counter or table for example) the thing is that yn is dirty minded as well so she teases Bill by "accidentally" smudging some chocolate on the corner of his lip to then sensually licking it off

word count: 1.3k

Comments, like, and reblogs are never required but are very much appreciated ❤️

As the warm air of the kitchen surrounded him, Bill stepped inside, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of you, looking even more beautiful than he remembered. You glanced up at him over your shoulder, a playful grin on your lips, and he felt his heart skip a beat. "hi baby," you murmured, setting the mixing bowl down on the counter.

He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Your soft curves fit perfectly against his hard body, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have you right there on the counter. The image of you, spread out beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, hips moving in time with his thrusts, flashed through his mind. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he struggled to keep his dirty thoughts at bay.

You seemed to sense his arousal, and a mischievous glint came into your eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, you reached up and smudged some chocolate from the tip of your finger onto the corner of his lip. He tensed, unsure of what you were doing, but then you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you gently licked the chocolate away. His eyes widened as he felt your tongue on his skin, and a shiver ran down his spine.

You smiled, satisfied with the effect you'd had on him. "I guess I'll have to clean you up later," you teased, moving away from him to finish preparing the ingredients. The way your ass swayed as you walked only served to heighten his arousal, and he struggled to focus on anything other than the thought of being inside you. He couldn't help but wonder how much longer he could keep his hands to himself before he gave in to temptation.

As you worked, Bill stood nearby, trying to keep his eyes off of you. The way you moved was hypnotic, and every time you turned around, he found himself unable to look away. He could feel his cock growing harder by the second, straining against his pants. He wanted nothing more than to push you up against the counter and take you right there, but he knew he had to be patient.

Finally, you turned to face him, a playful grin on your lips. "Okay, are you ready to start mixing?" you asked, gesturing to the bowl of batter. He nodded, trying to regain his composure as he moved toward you. As he reached out to take the mixing spoon from you, their fingers brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

"You know," you began, your voice low and seductive, "I've been thinking… we could always try a different kind of frosting." You glanced at the bowl of batter in his hands, then back up at him through your lashes. The way you bit your bottom lip made his heart race. "Maybe we could put some chocolate frosting on the counter… and lick it off each other?" You reached out, running your fingers through his hair, and Bill felt his control slipping away.

His gaze flickered down to the countertop, imagining the two of you there, your bodies pressed close together, his hands on your hips, your lips on his skin. The image was enough to make him ache with desire. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," he managed to say, his voice rough with need. He set the mixing spoon down on the counter, moving slowly towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

As he drew near, you backed up against the counter, giving him room to stand between your legs. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer, so that your bodies were aligned from chest to thigh. He lowered his head, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, and you let out a soft moan. You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth to yours.

The kiss deepened, tongues dancing together in a heated exchange. Bill felt the heat rising in his body, and with one swift movement, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your breasts pressed against his chest, and he could feel your hardened nipples through your shirt. He moved forward, pushing you against the cool surface of the counter, hips grinding together in time with desire.

His hands left your hips, roaming up your sides, cupping your breasts through your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back, giving him better access. He palmed one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gripped his hair tighter, pulling him closer, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "More."

He growled in response, leaning down to suckle at your neck, his fingers working at the buttons of your blouse. He peeled it open, revealing your lace bra, and you gasped as he brushed his thumb across your nipple, eliciting a shudder of pleasure through your body. You pressed yourself even closer against him, grinding harder, and he could feel the heat building between you both.

With a swift motion, he undid the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts from their confinement. You both gasped as they were finally freed, and the cool air hit your sensitive skin. He cupped them both in his hands, marveling at their perfection. His thumbs circled your nipples, rolling and teasing them until they hardened into peaks.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts further into his hands, begging for more. He obliged, lowering his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping until you were moaning uncontrollably. His other hand moved lower, tracing circles around your navel before slipping down to the waistband of your skirt.

"Take it off," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. He didn't need to be told twice. With gentle fingers, he slid your skirt up over your hips, revealing your lace-trimmed panties. His thumbs hooked into the waistband, and he slowly pulled them down your legs, slowly revealing your wetness. You were already soaking through your underwear, and the sight of you, so beautiful and aroused, drove him over the edge.

He groaned, his cock throbbing against your leg, and without further hesitation, he pushed you gently away from the counter. You stumbled forward, but he was there to catch you, lowering you down onto the kitchen island. Your legs were spread wide, revealing your wetness to him. He moved closer, positioning himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your entrance.

With a swift motion, he thrust forward, entering you in one deep stroke. You gasped, arching your back in pleasure as he filled you. His hands found their way to your hips, holding you close as he began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity.

The countertop dug into your back, but you barely registered the discomfort as your senses were overwhelmed by the feel of him inside you, the smell of him, the taste of his skin on your tongue. Your nails dug into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper. He obliged, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the sensation of being joined with you.

Your orgasm built slowly at first, a tightening deep in your core, but then it exploded, washing over you in waves of pleasure. You cried out, your fingernails digging into Bill's shoulders as you arched your back off the counter. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin as he thrust harder, faster, his hips meeting yours in perfect synchrony. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his body tensed as he released himself inside you, his muscles clenching and pulsing.

As the wave of your orgasm subsided, you collapsed forward onto the counter, panting heavily. Bill moved to kneel between your spread legs, his hands cupping your breasts as he looked down at you. "That was amazing," he whispered, kissing your neck. "I've always wanted to do it like that."

feeling better, my fever is gone! thank you to @kieransskin for the ice bath recommendation ❤️ 💅

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader smut #itsmealaiah

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ghouljams · 9 months

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All the baby talk got me wanting to live vicariously but with Bee and König, mostly their horses like oops Honey got out for a little too long one day while no one was looking and now is expecting a foal from one of König's horses any day now 🐴💕🐴 Bee and König prepping Honey's stall for the new arrival and he daydreaming about Bee having the same enthusiasm for their gaggle of babies one day 😭

The way this just pierced my heart... I think we all have baby fever thanks to the fae-by. I knew she was a bad idea...

That said I did actually plan on Honey hooking up with one of König's studs lol, Bee isn't the only one who likes a big boy.

Honey has been sick all week and it's starting to make you worried. Or, not starting. You've been losing a lot of sleep over it, calling König for advice and avoiding calling the vet in the hopes she'll get better. You finally caved last night when she hardly wanted to leave her stall for a walk around the pasture.

"Congratulations, she's pregnant." The vet tells you after a thorough exam. She seems like a nice woman, a little severe in the face but warm enough in the way she interacts with Honey.

"Pregnant?" You confirm, trying to think of how, when, who... The vet's brows shoot up.

"Not trying then, alright." The vet sighs and pats Honey's ribs, "Well, we'll take her off any cambendazole dewormers for now, and I'll give you a few days to decide if you want to keep it." She hands you her card, as if you don't already have her number. You see her back to her car, worrying now more than ever.

You call König as soon as the vet leaves. His horses are the only ones Honey's been around, and you can't imagine he's looking for any foals.

"Honey's pregnant," You tell him as soon as he picks up. König is silent for so long you have to check to make sure he didn't hang up on you.

"And she only gets into my pasture," He says finally, filling in the blank you'd purposefully left out for his own nerves.

"Yeah..." You wince. Somehow it feels like telling him you're the pregnant one. You imagine the spike of anxiety is the same. The long silences from you co-horse-grandparent feel very similar as well.

"Is she alright?" He asks, concern coloring his voice in a way you didn't expect. Well, you suppose he is a horse guy.

"Vet said she's perfectly healthy, but you know Honey. She's moping. Guess she didn't think her fun would have any consequences." König laughs on the other end of the line and you feel the anxiety in your chest loosen.

"Good. That's good." He hums, thinking, you like this better than his silence. "I'll come over, we can figure out what you want to do." You smile a little to yourself at the way he says it, like yours is the only opinion that matters. You've never had anyone put you first like König does.

"Ok, see you soon." You don't mean it to sound as sappy as it comes out, you really have to work on that, keeping your cool when König is just being himself.

You let Honey out into her pasture and go to sit on the fence to wait for König. You think this is the nicest part of sharing a property line. Waiting for him to walk over instead of listening for the rumble of a car engine. You raise a hand to wave when you spot him, earning a raised hand in return. It makes you giddy just seeing him.

It's terribly endearing when he greets Honey first, eyes soft on yours before they turn to your horse.

"Sehr gut, Mama? Bist du in Schwierigkeiten geraten?"

König strokes a hand down Honey's nose, gentle as ever with her, murmuring his German affections. You pretend not to notice the sugar cube he slips her, more focused on the after. When he plants his hands on the top of the fence and hops it with little more than his raw strength. His feet hit the ground on your property and his hands leave the fence to settle on your waist, lifting you off your perch to set you back on your feet.

His hands slide off of you, idle touches, his fingers lingering even as you turn to grab Honey's lead. He makes heat bloom over your cheeks, more tactile now that there's something settled between you. There's truly no chance of acting normal around him now.

"Are any of your horses acting..." You fish for the right word, not even sure what you're asking.

"Paternal? No," König shakes his head, a laugh edging into his voice, "they're the same as always."

You try not to feel too crestfallen. They're male horses of course they wouldn't be feeling any different. Poor Honey is the only one suffering for her night of fun. All by her lonesome with her consequences and no idea what went wrong. Left to pick up the pieces of her life when her beau abandons her. He wouldn't care if he knew how badly he hurt her anyway, probably did it on purpose. Ok, maybe you're projecting a little.

"Typical men," You grumble, leading Honey into her stall, "Why should they care when they already got what they want." You put an extra helping of alfalfa into her feeder while König hovers nearby. He seems twitchier than usual, fingers playing with the hem of his bandana like he can't decide what to do with it.

"I would." König says, flinching a little when you turn to blink up at him in confusion.

"What?" You can't figure out what he's responding to, you hadn't really been talking to him. Oh, no, did he think you meant him? His fidgeting makes you think maybe he's taking your bitterness to heart. Your heart hammers in your chest, the wheels spinning as you try to remember what you've told him about your life.

"I'd care, I'd want to be-" He stops himself, rethinks, "If it was me, if it was my baby, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you." You think steam might actually come out of your ears with how quickly you feel your face heat up. Blush popping onto your face like a gunshot.

"What?" You repeat, because you are stuck with your thoughts twirling around the "you" part of that statement. König seems to realize his mistake just as quickly.

"I'm- Please do not look at me right now, Hummelchen." He says like it pains him. You turn back to Honey quickly, lock your eyes on the wall of the barn and try to keep them there. "I misspoke, I was only trying to-"

"Let's focus on Honey." You offer, listening to him isn't helping you calm down your rapid pulse. Is König thinking about babies? You haven't even- Wait, babies? God, he only mentioned the one, why did you have to tack on the 's'?

"Right, Honey." He sighs, almost too happy to have you redirecting the conversation. "I'm a little worried about her," It's all business now, König's hand reaching past you to scratch between her ears, "It's a miracle one of my boys didn't hurt her, but a draft foal is..."

You worry the inside of your cheek between your teeth. You hadn't thought of that. Hadn't thought of how much bigger than Honey her potential Beau must be. She was little more than half their size. You shoot her a look, a very disappointed parental look. How the hell did she manage this? You glance at König's hand, his fingers gentle but so very big. Come to think of it you're sort of in the same position.

"I'll call the vet back and see what she thinks," You glance over your shoulder and up at König, he seems focused on Honey, "Do you, uh, want to be there?"

"Only if you want me there," He doesn't take his eyes off Honey, stroking down her nose with all the care in the world.

"I do." You tell him before you can really think about it. When did König become such a source of comfort for you?

"Then I'll be there." It's good practice, König thinks, good reassurance that he isn't going anywhere, that he'll find every shred of doubt and crush it. He's not a good man by any stretch of the definition, but he's damn sure better than the jackass that left you in the dust.

#könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #cowboy!König #oc: bee #König x oc #Bee thinking about how big König's babies would be #they'd be fucking huge Bee #christ woman this man is trying to wife you up you can't be saying I do around him #use your brain Bee I know you've got one #being around König gives her stupid disease #f!reader #könig x fem reader #König x f!oc

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 4 months

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New Years Resolutions - Carlos Sainz

warnings - not proof read

If it were any normal New Years Eve, you'd be at home by yourself, with the comfort of instant noodles and the talk shows that were on TV with singers and everything like that. But, this year was different.

Your parents had loosely known the Sainz family, so you were among the many on the list invited to their New Years party. You decided saying no was a slightly stupid idea, so you said you'd be going and got all dressed up.

When you walked in, you instantly realised that you didn't know a single person there. Before you had the chance to slip back out the front door unnoticed, you heard someone call out your name. Looking around the space, you didn't see anyone but crowds of unfamiliar people.

You figured that there was another Y/N there, and the person was looking for someone else. You began to back out of the door a second time, but then you saw who the calls were coming from. "Y/N, hey! I didn't think you'd be coming," a familiar voice said, parting through the crowds.

"Hey, Carlos. I thought I might as well show my face," you smiled at your old friend. Seen as your parents were friends, you and Carlos had interacted a few times over the years. You liked him, he was nice towards you and hadn't given you any reason to dislike him.

It would also be pointless to deny that he was very handsome and easy on the eyes. "I'm glad you're here, I can finally have some fun. It's been pretty boring, I must admit," he grinned, taking your coat from off your shoulders. "We ran out of room on the coat rack, so would you mind if I put it in my room? I don't want it getting lost," he said.

"Yeah, that'd be fine, thank you," you nodded as the two of you walked into the packed living room. I mean, you looked around and the room felt bigger than the entirety of your house, and there were definitely a couple hundred people here.

"You wait here, I'll be back," he said, disappearing through the crowd with your coat. There were a couple of people you recognised, but you didn't know any of them. You stood, rooted to the spot so that you didn't have to spend a second more than necessary without Carlos.

"You wanna get a drink?" he asked, reappearing right next to you.

"Yeah please," you nodded, and he placed a soft hand on the small of your back as he gently guided you through the crowds of people towards the bar that they just casually had in their house.

"What can I get for you?" he chuckled, rounding the bar and acting like a bartender. "Whatever you want, I can do it for you," he smiled.

"I'll take a tequila sunrise then, please," you said as Carlos instantly got to work. He found all the ingredients he needed, and poured the grenadine into your glass before shaking the tequila, orange juice and triple sec in the cocktail shaker.

Pouring it out into the glass, he topped it with ice and a mini umbrella to complete the drink. "Thank you very much," you smiled, sipping away at it. The measurements were absolutely perfect, and it was a very good tequila sunrise.

"No problem, it's my pleasure. How about we go somewhere a little less crowded? We can catch up," he asked, coming back around to your side of the bar.

"Yeah, sounds good," you said, picking your drink up and following him where he he was taking you. The room you went into only had a couple of people, all crowded around a pool table as they played.

"So, how've you been? It's been ages since I last saw you," he sincerely asked, sitting down next to you on one of the plush couches in the room.

"I've been good, yeah. I mean, we probably haven't seen each other because you've been off being Carlos Sainz, and I've been working and stuff," you said, as he intently watched you. You didn't have to see him all the time to know that the two of you were friends.

"Yeah, I guess Carlos Sainz is a pretty full time thing," he lightly chuckled, his smile instantly putting one on your face. He had a certain quality about him, something that allowed you to calm down and relax. "Tell me, what's your New Years resolution?" he quizzed.

"Right, don't laugh at me if it's corny, OK?" you asked, and he simply raised an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

"I say the same thing every single year, but I want to find someone, you know? I've been single for long enough, I want a relationship, I want to be loved," you told him, and he wasn't going to laugh any time soon. He found it endearing, even if it was one of the last things he expected to come out of your mouth.

"Well I'm sure you will, you're a good person, and to top it all off you're stunning, so I don't see why you won't get a boyfriend," he said without missing a beat, as if it were a normal thing he said to everyone. You blushed lightly as his comment, your cheeks heating up.

"Thanks Carlos, I really appreciate it," you blushed, unable to make eye contact with him.

"I'm serious, someone would be very lucky to have you," he continued, noticing the red flush to your face. "I'm just saying what someone else should have told you a long time ago," he finished, checking his watch as he noticed people filtering back into the living room.

"God, you're such a flirt," you laughed, nudging him. You also noticed that people were leaving the room, and you figured it was because you were getting close to midnight.

"Come on, let's go into the living room, it's nearly midnight," Carlos said, standing and holding his hand out for you. You took it and let him lead you into the crowded living room, both of you having to stand closely in the corner.

You were squashed between this random guy and Carlos, and you could barely breathe because of how tight the space was. Carlos noticed the slight discomfort on your face, and pulled you in front of him by the shoulders. You were now stood so your back was lightly brushing against his chest whenever either of you breathed. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks," you smiled, looking up at him over your shoulder. Looking around, you saw that all of the boyfriends and girlfriends, fiances, partners, husbands and wives, were all stood together, undoubtedly getting ready for their New Years kiss. Maybe next year you'd get yours.

The people who could see the TV started counting down, and before you knew it, it was 2024. Somewhere outside, you could hear the fireworks booming, as the couples around you embraced with a kiss and others cheersed.

You turned around, shouting a 'Happy new year Carlos!' over the noise. The smile on your face was absolutely priceless, and the lack of space between you was causing him to sweat. He bit the bullet and went for it, "Can I kiss you?" he shouted back, and you just looked at him for a moment.

A kiss wouldn't hurt, right? There was nothing for you to lose by kissing Carlos, so you replied with a simple 'yes'. That was all the confirmation he needed, as he closed the small gap between you and captured your lips with his.

It felt like the sparks between you were bigger than those of the fireworks outside as neither of you pulled away. He realised that everyone else was just celebrating now, while the two of you were practically making out in the corner, so he begrudgingly pulled away from you.

"I think you'll fulfill your New Years resolution earlier than expected," he smiled chuckled, the euphoria that was surging through his veins not wearing off in the slightest. Now this was the perfect way to start the new year, no doubts about it.

A/N - Happy new year my loves! Here's to a 2024 of more writing, and hopefully less Ferrari pain... :). Thank you for sticking with me this year, and I'll see you all next year! Have a wonderful day/night, and I love y'all 💖🍾

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suskz · 14 days

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Guess who’s back~

hello my lovely angel <3

I was gonna recommend anonymously again but we need the pic.

so. Remember when chan broke us with this:

I was thinking about what if chan, like, handcuffed you to the bed? Being all rough and shit. Yep. I’m ill lol. So I was just wondering if you weren’t too busy if a fic/drabbles on the table? have a good day/night

remember to eat and drink water💕💕💕

Hi sweetie ♡

Need to say that rough sex with Chan has me on my knees 🛐

I’m sorry that it took so long for it to be finished. I rewrote ur ask like 3 times cuz I didn’t like the way it was coming out lol.

Then I found the right idea, but I’m not totally satisfied with how I wrote it in some parts. Still hope you like it!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

tw: smut ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; degradation kink ; praising kink ; choking ; handcuffing ; established relationship ; clit play ; it’s not specified, but there are safe-words between them, anyway reader doesn’t use any of them ; bruises.

When you see them, your eyes cling to the shiny pink metal you just found at the bottom of your boyfriend’s closet.

You take them and you turn them over in your hands, observing them carefully. It’s part of the toys he’s used in the past, just not with you.

Your relationship is quite new, and you haven't really discussed your sexual preferences yet. In fact, you're still discovering them, being new to your first romantic relationship. But the way your heart beats faster, your cheeks flush, and you feel a certain tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach at the images that come to mind at the thought of what he might do with those handcuffs, it leaves you with some questions.

But when you hear his voice calling you, you realize you've paused too long. You place them back in their spot and pick up the light white blanket he asked you to retrieve, which had been covering the heart-shaped handcuffs you've just discovered.

When you return to the living room, he’s putting the movie on TV. After cuddling up on the couch, with him half-lying down and you on top of him, covering yourselves with the blanket, he makes it start.

But you can't focus on it because of your previous discovery. Your desire to try it is so high. You think it's time to try introducing something new into sex, and that could be a good start. The only thing left to do is to ask. If only it were that simple.

"Channie…" his name escapes from your lips before you can rethink.

"Mh?" he directs his attention to you without taking his eyes off the TV.

Only when you raise your head to look at him does he do the same, locking eyes with yours.

"Well..." you say, unsure, "I found a c-couple of handcuffs under this blanket, in your closet," your voice comes out more stuttering than you want it to.

"Oh," he says surprised; he doesn't remember leaving them there, "I must have left them there by mistake, I'll put them back in place another time; thanks for telling me, I guess," he observes you closely, "Is there something wrong?".

"Uh... well," there's a small moment of silence, and finally you find the courage to tell him, "I thought we could try them." you take your eyes away from his, looking down, and you're thankful that there's no light in the room other than the one emitted by the TV because you feel your cheeks and ears start to burn.

The movie is long forgotten, and you expect questions from him, but he simply nods. He places two fingers under your chin and lifts your head so you can look him in the eyes, "Do you want to try now?".

"I mean, if you want to...".

"I want it," he replies immediately, "Now, be a good girl and go to the bedroom to undress while I tidy up here, okay?"

You nod quickly and head to the bedroom. You hear some noise in the living room and figure Chan is rearranging things while waiting for you to be ready for him.

You get rid of your pants and shirt, remaining only in your underwear, since you're not wearing a bra. You wonder if you should also take off your panties, but then you remember how much he enjoys touching you over them and seeing them get wet for him, so you keep them on.

You take the handcuffs from the closet and place them on the bed next to where you sit cross-legged, waiting for him.

And a few minutes later, you hear the door of the room open and you raise your head in his direction.

He pauses for a moment at the door, gazing at you, and his lips curl into a smirk. You feel your cheeks warm slightly as you watch him approach you.

He reaches you on the bed and positions himself over you, making you slide back until you're lying beneath him.

"I told you to undress completely, didn’t I?" he looks into your eyes, and before you can respond, one of his hands firmly grabs your inner thigh and you gasp slightly at the sudden touch, "But I won’t complain." He leans in over you and captures your lips with his.

He kisses you deeply and slowly, exploring your mouth with his tongue and intertwining it with yours. The room would be completely enveloped in silence if not for the subtle slurp of your tongues intertwining and the soft sighs escaping from your lips.

His hand that was on your tigh now begins to go up your body, brushing your core with his thumb in the process, continuing up your stomach and stopping at your breast, which he grasps, making sure to have your nipple between two of his fingers. He brings his two fingers together slightly to pinch it lightly, and the slight moan he elicits from you makes him repeat the action.

He breaks away from the kiss only for a moment; while his thumb teases your nipple, his other hand grips your inner thigh to open your legs further and lower his hips onto yours, pressing gently, which becomes rougher as you resume kissing, making both of you moan and making you feel how hard he is in his pants.

Before pulling away, he bites your lip, and then you look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Your lips are red and swollen from the kiss, and he smiles, looking at you.

Finally, one of his hands reaches your most intimate part, sliding his thumb along it, feeling how wet you’ve made your panties, “Did I get you all worked up without even touching you properly?” he teases you.

You give him a fiery look, “The situation here tells me the same about you.” You reach for the crotch of his pants, grabbing and squeezing it, making him gasp. He returns your gaze and lightly slaps your pussy before lifting his body from yours, still remaining between your legs.

His gaze falls on the handcuffs next to you, and he takes them in his hands, observing them. “You’re just waiting for the moment when I fuck you with these, aren’t you?” he huffs a little chuckle through his nose. “First choking, now these; you like being submissive, huh? Leaving me in control of everything.” there’s a slight edge in his voice that shows how truly turned up he is. Just the fact that you’re trusting him so much, letting him have total control of your body, makes his mind slightly dizzy.

He looks at you and sees the desperation now colouring your features. “Now, face down, ass up”.

You do as you’re told, turning over and raising your ass, and putting your forearms on the bed to keep yourself slightly up so that your face isn’t pressed into the pillow. But without warning, his hands grab your arms and put them behind your back. You feel his hand just above your wrist, and then cold metal touching your skin, and you feel a shiver run through your entire body at the sensation.

His hand tightens its grip on your hip while the thumb of the other presses against your entrance, making your panties even wetter, then he pulls them down to your ankles. He would like to play with you a bit more, but he doesn’t feel that patient right now.

He lowers his pants and boxers just enough to pull out his cock, and you feel arousal coursing through your entire body at the thought of him fucking you with his clothes still on while you’re completely naked underneath him at his mercy.

He grabs the underside of your asscheeks —and beginning of your thighs—, spreading them apart and taking a good look at your hole clenching around nothing; then, one of his hands breaks away from your skin to slide two of his fingers inside, making you whimper.

You move your hips back and forth to the rhythm of his fingers, which is fucking slow, but his other hand tightens harder where it grips your skin, as a warning. And you hope it bruises.

He pulls them out and wipes them on one of your cheeks, and without any warning, he enters you in one swift motion, immediately starting to move without giving you time to settle properly.

“S-slow down—“ you ask him breathlessly, but he doesn’t.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” his breath is heavy, “To be tied up and used the way I like, huh?”. At his words, you clench around his cock, making him moan and grip your hips tightly.

He lowers himself onto you and rests his hands on the bed. Your face is pressed into the pillows as you try to stifle your moans. But it’s difficult with the way his cock moves so skilfully inside you, hitting your weak spots, making it so hard to hold back that you’re breathless and think about asking him to stop for a moment. You’re not usually so shy and never try to hold back your moans, but this time is different, maybe because of the handcuffs? You don’t even know.

But he notices. He stops, slides an arm under your breast, and lifts your body. His other hand grabs the headboard of the bed for balance.

His tongue licks that patch of skin behind your ear where you’re sensitive, “Why aren’t you making yourself heard?” he whispers and starts moving again, “I want to hear how good I make you feel, so don’t you dare hold back again.” it sounds like a threat, but you ignore that as his movements become faster than before, and soon he makes you fall back onto the bed, with half of your face on the pillows but your nose and mouth free, and this time you make yourself heard loud and clear.

“Good girl.” if the nickname didn’t make you moan loudly enough, his hand gripping your nape to choke you and push your head down definitely did.

With every thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of coming and you fucking love this so much.

Suddenly, you feel him stop, and your wrists are freed; but you don’t have time to understand what’s happening or to complain before he pulls his cock out of you and you’re turned onto your back.

He takes your arms and brings them to the headboard of the bed, where he puts the handcuffs back on you, securing them to it.

And then, he looks at you.

He observes your entire body, from your tear-streaked face with saliva-coated lips, to your wet, stretched out pussy, begging to be filled again.

Finally, your brain starts to reason again, and if possible, your cheeks flush an even deeper red. You feel exposed. You want to cover yourself with your arms, and you try, but the metallic noise that comes out reminds you of the situation you’re in. You try to close your legs —as much as you can with him in between them— but his hands roughly grasp your inner thighs, spreading them apart again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hives you a disapproving look, “Why should you hide from me, huh?” He seems annoyed, mad, and you shrink under his judgmental gaze. “I don’t think you deserve my dick inside you again. Maybe I should leave you like this: handcuffed to the bed, naked and needy for the rest of the night. What do you think about that?”.

You feel like crying at his words. He couldn’t really do that, could he?

You shake your head quickly.

“Obviously, a slut like you just wants to be filled with dick all the time,” he takes his cock in hand and slaps the tip against your clit, and as you moan freely, he suppresses the groan that tries to escape his lips. “isn’t that right?”.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he responds coldly, looking down on you.

“Put it in, please.” you beg him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“What if I don’t?”.

You feel tears of frustration forming at the corners of your eyes, “Channie…”

He slaps his tip against your clit again, drags it to your hole, “You’ll cry if I don’t put it in, won’t you? What a crybaby.”, and then he finally pushes it in.

He starts thrusting into you again, a little slower this time, but deeper than before.

Again, you feel the need to grab onto something, anything, but you can’t, and this makes you frustrated.

He places his hand on your stomach and presses, “Feel it” he moans, “feel my cock pushing inside you”. When your mind registers his words and you glance down at his hand, he removes it, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.

This is what makes you both feel close to the edge.

Chan feels he can’t hold out much longer. His hand reaches down where your bodies meet and takes your clit between two fingers, lightly pinching it.

"Are you about to come? Huh? You want to come, don’t you?".

"Please, daddy please." Your eyes are closed and your head thrown back into the pillows, so you don't see the way his face tightens at your words. A loud groan leaves his lips and your walls are painted with white spurts of hot cum. You follow right after him.

You don't realize you've blacked out for a while until you open your eyes and see Chan filling your chest and shoulders with sweet kisses.

He looks at you, and finally his gaze is soft and relaxed, “How was it?” he asks you attentively.

You smile, “Amazing, as always”.

“Good.” He kisses you sweetly on the lips.

Afterward, he takes a warm cloth and cleans you, puts another pair of underwear on you, and one of his shirts simply because he likes to see you wearing his stuff, while he puts on his boxers.

He applies a soothing lotion on your wrists as you talk about how you felt, and finally, he lies down in bed with you, covering both of you with the blanket.

You rest your head on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat relaxes you as he strokes your hair.

“Was I too rough?” he asks, needing to make sure you don’t feel any pain.

“A bit, but I also liked it because of that”.

"I wasn’t too mean, right? Everything was good?" he's sure you would have told him if it was too much for you, but he still feels the need to hear confirmation from you that everything is okay.

“No, everything was perfect, baby, don't worry," you stroke his side.

“Good," he says, feeling more relaxed, "sleep now." he caresses your shoulder.

You already feel your eyes can't stay open any longer, but you still lift your head to give him a goodnight kiss.

And you fall asleep like that, in each other's arms, in the relaxing silence of the night and the sound of your hearts beating for each other.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Carpe Noctem 24

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You enter the cafe with an armful of containers. Peter's already there opening as you set down your fare on the counter. You yawn as he turns in surprise at the tupperware stack.

"What's all this?" He asks.

"Desserts. Ideas for specials. I was thinking we could have some taste tests-- where's Cole?"

"Should be on his way. He called, his mother's having some plumbing issues or something. I don't know, he's late," Peter shrugs, " weird, he's never late. A bit... flighty but not late."

"Oh," you lift the containers, "I'll move these into the back office then."

"Don't got a key. Master doesn't work, just leave those by the dishrack," Peter says, "you want a coffee before we open up? Maybe I can come up with a new recipe too... something to go with what you did. What did you make?"

You go down the list and he nods. He scrunches his face and his brows suddenly flick up. He grins and winks.

"Go, sit," he shoos you with his fingers. "I want to surprise you."

"But... should I--" you gesture around you.

"I'm already done most of the tasks. I don't wanna be rude but you look tired as hell."

"I am," you agree dryly.

You don't need convincing. You just want to sit down. The prospect of a whole day on your feet is less than enticing. You feel slightly dizzy as it is. Blame it on the lack of sleep or your missed morning caffeine dose, but you know what's really to blame. Every time you get a whiff of the cinnamon, you can feel Lloyd's arm around your neck. You can hear his growl and your pathetic whimpers.

Just sex. Just like he said. You can't be mad at him for wanting what you promised. He put a roof over your head, so that's nothing. That's what you agreed to.

You sit and rest your forehead against your hand. Even those stiff chairs are cozy to your exhausted body. You shift one way and feel your thighs tingle. It's over, it's a new day, and now you know better. Just like with Johnny, it's better to deal with him before yourself.

Peter clinks and clanks, the machines hissing and whirring, a warmth radiating from behind the counter. You're lulled by the activity as it helps you forget. The abrupt silence brings your head up as his soft footfalls pad around. He presents a mug with foam decorated with a maple leaf. He sets it down and puts his hands on his hips proudly.

"Maple cinnamon latte," he smirks, "we'll need more maple... but it's just a test."

"Huh, thanks, Peter," you pull it close and inhale the scent. You pause and look up at him as he watches you, "what about you?"

"Me? Ha, I've had three espressos and I'm about to crawl across the ceiling," he laughs, "decaf until noon at least."

"Ah, yeah, probably a good idea."

"I didn't know you baked," he says, "you got kids or a husband? You seem like the type."

"Uh no, not exactly," you return your attention to the cup and take a cautious sip, "mmm, it's good."

"Yeah, me either," he sways, "I got time though, you know? I'm twenty-one--"

"Lots," you agree with a snort, "what about that girl that was here the other day? She's cute, she comes around a lot."

"She won't even look at me," he frowns, "but she is cute."

"She just seems a bit shy," you offer, "give it time."

"Yeah, yeah," he drags his sole over the floor, "least I'm not Cole."

"What?" You scoff.

"Oh well, I guess you don't know him that well yet. Guy hasn't had a date in five years. He tries. A lot," he gives a cringey look to the wall, "you know, he ends up chasing off most of the girls arguing about beans and roast level and all that."

"Yeah, he is very particular you agree."

"That's a way to put it," Peter backs up, slowly making his way back to the counter. He stops and turns back to you, another wily smirk, "can I put something out there?"

"What?" You take another drink, this one braver, greedy as your temples begin to pound.

"I think he likes you. You're patient. Especially with him. That's no small feat. And well, he's a dope and you're not hard to like," he sticks out his tongue.

"Peter," you roll your eyes, "he's our boss."

"Not that kinda boss. I've had way worse. Sure you have too," he goes behind the counter and boots up the till, "besides, since you got here, you're kinda the boss now."

"What?" You exclaim again.

The door jars inwards, startling both of you. You look over as Cole rushes in, combing his hair with his fingers as one sleeve falls past his shoulder. He looks about as rough as you feel.

"Hey, boss," Peter squeaks, "what's going on?"

"Ah, nothing," he shrugs off his jacket entirely, "I was stuck in traffic and this asshole swung a tire iron at my windshield a few streets back."

"What?" You stand, "are you okay?"

You cross to him without thinking. He's flushed and slightly breathless. He nods and clears his throat.

"Yeah, yeah, car's in rough shape but I'm fine," his eyes meet yours and his cheeks tinge pink. His nose wiggles and he lifts his chin as he sniffs, "something smells delicious."

"Want one? Maple Cinnamon," Peter offers.

"Maple Cinnamon? When did we add that?"

"We didn't. Didn't want to be outdone."

"Uh, yeah," you interject, "I kinda went crazy in the kitchen last night."

"Crazy?" Cole smiles at you, "how crazy?"

"I made some scones... and some squares... maybe some croissants...."

"Wow, you did all that," he folds his jacket over his arm as his eyes brighten, "that's amazing."

"Enough talking," Peter says, "I've been dying to try!" He peels up the corner of a lid, "can I, please?"

You nod and head around the counter. Cole follows as Peter claims a pumpkin square. You pass, not very hungry, and Cole accepts one. You wait anxiously for their feedback, glancing between them. Both hum and roll their eyes back.

"Oh god, these are like sex," Cole says.

Peter furrows his nose and you're not sure what to say. You hold back a laugh, "well, thanks, I guess."

"Sorry, I'm not in work mode yet," he smacks his forehead, "I'll just shut up and eat.”

“Is that all it takes?” Peter kids and takes another bite.

You shake your head at both of them and look at the clock, “alright, almost opening time. Let's get it together.”

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 5 months

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The Art of Etiquette Part 1 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your Step Father would like to introduce you into high society but you're required to take lessons to learn how to play the part and from your instructor's perspective it seems like you have a lot of catching up to do. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Explicit Language, not really anything else at this point lol a/n: Planning on turning this into a short series so please let me know what you think <3 p.s. this is horribly edited and was written in one sitting lol

"Why do I have to suffer the consequences of the decisions you made for this family?" I say chasing after my mother as she walks down the main hallway in our new home. "Y/n becoming a debutant is not a consequence" she says, making her way into the main living room.

"To me it is" I complain, dreading this entire ordeal already. "The whole process only lasts about a year so-" "A year? You expect me to be parade around in pretty dresses and entertain people I have absolutely no interest in just because you decided to marry a rich man? Yeah, no I'm not doing it" I say, watching as she takes a seat on the couch waiting for me to tell her my grievances, knowing that I won't back down easily.

"It's not a huge commitment I promise. You'll have etiquette lessons twice a week, go to a fitting every once in a while and take dance lessons once a week. I'm sure you can sacrifice a few hours out of your week for this. "Your father wa-" "Step father" I cut her off, making my stance on the man known. "Your step father wants to introduce you as his daughter and the best way to do so would be having you come out at a debutant ball" she explains hoping to show me their reasoning behind it. "Oh I'm straight so don't worry I won't be needing a coming out event or anything like that" I say teasing her.

"Very funny" she says clearly unamused, "I would really appreciate it if you just did this for us, and if you don't want to do it for us then do it for you, for your future. Do you know how pivotal this moment could be for you? A lot of important people go to these balls so if you want to make a name for yourself in this city then that's a great place to start" she says hoping to entice me, showing how this could benefit me as well. "Just think about it, okay?" she says standing up to leave the room and placing a hand on my shoulder as a sign of reassurance, leaving me conflicted.

A few days later at the breakfast table I finally decide to give them my answer. "Um, dad" I say hoping to get his attention. "Yes honey?" he says putting down the newspaper that he had just been flipping through. "I think I want to go through with the whole debutant thing if you still wanted me to" I say playing with my sleeve, still unsure of the choice I've made but I guess theres no going back now. "That's great! I'll contact the agency and get all of your lessons set up straight away" he says quickly texting his assistant, asking them to get things set in motion.

"Would you prefer private lessons or would you like to take them with some of the other girls that are preparing to come out as well?" he questions, still looking down at his phone. "Oh it's okay don't worry about getting her pri-" "Private lessons would be great" I say cutting my mom off. The less interactions I can have with these spoiled rich kids, the better. I send her a tight lipped smile, telling her to back off before I change my mind and she does just that.

"Alright, I have Matthew working on it now so we could probably get everything set up by the time your classes end. You finish up at four right?" he asks, catching me off guard, "You know my class schedule?" I question. "Of course I do! What kind of father would I be if I didn't pay attention to my daughter's academics?" he says, giving me a warm smile before taking one last sip of his coffee, standing up to go.

"I've gotta head off, love you" he says giving my mother a quick peck and then coming over to me to give me a kiss on the top of my head. "Have a good day you two" he says to us as his final adieu, heading out to where his driver is waiting for him. "Thank you" my mother says, happy with the effort I'm putting into assimilating our family. "I'm doing this for you guys, but I'm also doing this for me like you had said, I guess I'll just have to suffer through it for the next year" I say, already questioning myself.

"I promise you won't regret it!" she reassures me, reaching out for my hand across the table and I mirror her action. 'I sure hope not' I say to myself and give her a pained smile before leaving to head off to class.

"You're what?" my friend Jesse say, not believing a word I just said. "I'm gonna start taking lessons to become a debutante" I say, repeating myself, hoping he'll just take in the information so we can move past it. "So you're blowing me off so you can go to Barbie school?" he says, still in disbelief. "It's not Barbie school" I say rolling my eyes at him before sitting down at the table we usually hang out at during our breaks.

"Aren't they going to be dressing you up and making you all girly so you can go to tea parties and balls?" he questions, sitting across from me. "Yes..." I say trailing off not being able to prove him wrong. "Barbie school" he says satisfied with himself, taking a bite out of the apple he had just bought for dramatic affect. "Whatever" I say crossing my arms across my chest. "So when do you start?" he asks, suddenly curious about the topic. "Matthew sent me a text with the address I'm supposed to go to for my first etiquette lesson so I guess I'll be headed there after class.

"And Matthew is...?" he questions, "My dad's assistant, I've told you this like five times already" I say rolling my eyes at him. "I'm sorry okay, there have been a lot of changes in your life and brand new characters added to the cast so it's hard to keep it all straight" he explains. "Name one other person besides Matthew that I've told you about" I say with a raised brow, curious as to who these 'new characters' might be. "Your step dad" he says proudly, not elaborating further.

"Anyone else?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the cop out answer he gave me and he decides to sit in silence after putting little to no thought into anyone else I might've told him about. "Do you even know his name?" I scoff, feigning irritation. "Scott? No Thomas!" he says confident in his second answer. "It's James" I say standing up and grabbing my stuff so I can walk towards my next class.

"I'm sorry, you know I have shit memory" he says throwing his arm around my shoulder after catching up to me, having only been a few steps behind. "I know" I shake my head laughing it off, "It's funny how clueless you are sometimes" I say, shrugging his arm off of me. "Hey!" he whines, semi offended. "It's okay though, I still love you" I say waving him off as we part in different directions and blowing a kiss at him which he bats off to the side, rejecting my love. "Later loser" he says and we head off to our respective classes.

After the lecture is finally over my professor calls me to the front. "Yes?" I question, waiting for what he has to tell me. "I read your paper last night" he starts, "I'm sorry Professor I had some other assignments due at the same time so I wasn't able to put in as much effort as I wanted to" I confess feeling guilty about putting that assignment on the back burner. "Well I was actually going to tell you that I was rather impressed with it" he says looking up at me from his seated position at his desk, fixing his glasses.

"Really?" I question, surprised that it was good enough for him to even single out. "I wanted to ask if you would be interested in participating in this writing contest at the end of next month" he proposes and hands me the flyer showing all of the details. "You really think my writing is good enough?" I question, not even having considered signing up for something like this. "I wouldn't be speaking to you about it if I didn't think it was" he says laughing at my reactions.

"This would be amazing thank you!" I say starting to skim through the details real quick. "You can take that with you if you'd like" he offers and at that I nod in thanks and say my goodbyes before walking out and heading out towards my car.

"Now where exactly is this place?" I ask myself aloud, pulling up the text I got and putting the address into my gps. "45 minutes?" I say in astonishment, now slightly panicked seeing that even if I leave now I'll still be 10 minutes late. "What the hell Matthew?" I curse and put my seatbelt on, speeding out of the parking lot and down the street, praying that I'll be able to somehow shave a few minutes off the eta to make it in time.

"Punctuality is one of the most important aspects of proper etiquette" I hear the man say to me with his back turned as I walk into the area of his home he has dedicated to these lessons. "I'm very sorry I did not realize how far these lessons would be in relation to my University" I apologize hating that I've already made a bad impression which has clearly started us off on the wrong foot.

"Proper planning is also something you must consider to be able to maintain a certain sense of decorum before arriving to your intended destination" he says still with his back to me. "I apologize again Mr. Jeon it won't happen again" I say using what I hope is the proper way he would like to be addressed. "See that it doesn't" he says finally turning around to face me. I nod my head in acknowledgement and he gives me a sour look showing he's displeased with my response.

"One must verbally respond to properly communicate with one another" he says, placing his hands behind his back and interlocking his fingers while walking towards me and stalking around me like a predator sizing up his prey. "Understood" I respond and once he finally comes back around facing me he looks me up and down one last time before uttering another word.

"For your next lesson be sure to come in a dress or skirt that sits at the knee as well as stockings and heels of some sort and a blouse of course to pair with the skirt. If one wants to act like a lady, one must dress like a lady" he says and turns away to grab something in the corner of the room. "Noted" I say under my breath already exasperated, "What was that?" he questions looking over his shoulder at me, sorting through a few books to bring over. "Understood Mr. Jeon" I say, trying to play along and follow his rules.

"Seeing as we need to start from the very beginnings of the art of etiquette I need you to read these books by this time next week" he says handing me five very large books weighing my arms down and requiring me to stumble back to regain my balance. "All of them in a week? That's almost a book a day!" I say surprised by the workload I've been given after not even starting the actual lesson yet.

"I was not aware of the fact I would be required to teach you everything from the very start so let's just say we both have a lot of work to do" he says and motions towards a place I can set my purse down along with my five new headaches for this next week.

"Take a seat here please" he now motions to a chair that he has placed in the middle of the room waiting for me to do as he says. I walk up cautiously and take a seat, sitting on it like I normally would, knowing that he's meant to critique how I sit to change it. "Sit up straight, roll your shoulders back" he says taking in my posture at all angles while I follow along with his orders. "Loosen the tension in your back and shoulders" he says placing his hands on my shoulders from behind making me tense up even more from the unexpected contact.

"You've done the opposite of what I've asked you to" he says and I can hear how fed up with me he continues to be. "You startled me, I didn't realize you were going to do that" I say under my breath but loud enough for him to hear. "One must never mumble or talk back to anyone no matter the circumstances. Especially aimed to or in front of an authority figure" he says and walks back around to face me again. "So you see yourself as an authority figure to me?" I question, curious to see what his answer might be.

"I see myself as someone who deserves your respect and obedience" he says and tilts my chin up with his pointer finger maintaining purposeful eye contact. "And you will treat me as such".

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♡ mini series: enduring you pt.2 ♡

[pt.1 right here]

a/n: it’s an understatement when i say i am WEEPING FOR BLACK TSHIRT ELLIE. (and no i am not talking about my eyes) anyways!

summary: ellie has been…off since your first interaction with her. at dina’s party, ellie and you share a joint alone. what will come of this?

word count: 1.7k

warnings: slow burn, alcohol and weed consumption, a lil angst :,)

well fuck. i swallow the knot that formed in my throat, hopefully ellie wasn't staining dina's opinion of me. dina then snapped me out of my thoughts, "well get in here silly." while coming in, i glanced at ellie where she had taken up half of the small couch with her manspreading. her hands were fidgeting with a cup she was holding.

dinas house was warm and inviting, just like her. i looked around every inch, except where ellie sat. i could feel her eyes on me. "wow nice place. it's got charm." dina smiled wider, "isn't it great? why don't i get you some tea?" before i said anything she was already out of the living room. goddamnit dina. you leave when i need you most. i pretended to look more around the house but then ellie cleared her throat.

"so we're neighbors huh?" her voice was gruff and bored. i paused at my looking around to meet her gaze, she was looking through her hung eyes with disinterest. responding with the same bored tone, i said "uh huh. neighbors." there was a drawn out pause then she started again, "you can come by anytime i guess." her eyes dropped to the ground, and she scratches her lips. that's something i wasn't expecting.

before i could reply, dina came in with a cup of tea for me. "it's chamomile from the town garden. i put some honey in it too." she passed me the cup and then ellie stood up suddenly and made her way towards the door. her eyes met mine again and they slowly dropped until they were back on the ground. opening the door she nodded at dina, "i should get going. bye d." she closed the door leaving me a lil stunned. why was she acting weird? i mean i only have had a few interactions with her but this one was different. "what's with her?" dina hummed lowly, "poor thing. she got dumped today." i debated telling dina about this mornings interruption with my sleep, but i decided against it. the situation must complicated, better to stay out of it.

...

dina and i wrapped up after i was done with my tea. now i was back at my apartment, getting giddy as dina's party was approaching.

for tonight, i decided on a black sleeve that just so happens to be showing just a little lil cleavage. and the usual jeans, with my only puffy jacket. should be good. i was going to be late if i didn't leave now so i hurried out the door.

...

i opened the door to an unknown smell. it smelled pungent and earthy. i took my jacket and scarf off and out of 20ish people i spotted dina in a corner with jesse. while making my way towards them i saw ellie, she was with someone and they looked both upset. that must be the girlfriend. ellie, was dressed in a black tee shirt and some rough jeans. her hair pulled back half up half down. her eyebrows furrowed as she looked frustrated. i squeezed my thighs together as i took in her muscles peeking out of the shirt.

"hey y/n!" dina called out to me, interrupting my staring. she was smiling bright as always. when i got into earshot i asked, "what's that smell?" she giggled, "its weed for the party, ellie got it. have you tried some before? ask her for some." dina and i looked over to ellie in unison, where she was still arguing with her girlfriend. then dina winced, "well maybe ask later. you want a beer in the meantime? we also got some tequila over in the kitchen." i smiled, "i'm feeling tequila. i'll be back." when entering the kitchen i spotted the liquor and poured myself a lil shot, i shot it back feeling the liquor wash down my throat. i felt immediately warmer and excited. then music started to play in the other room and everyone started to dance. i happily joined in and started to dance with dina. a busty bass song came on and we were both feeling it. "fuck yeah!" dina screamed. we both moved our hips and swung our bodies around to the beat. but then my dancing got interrupted when i felt the need to pee. well fuck. i partially yelled at dina, "i need to pee! wheres the bathroom?" dina pointed down a darker hallway and i made my way over there, weaving through people. i spotted a door, this must be it. the door was unlocked and upon opening...i find ellie. she was leaning on the counter when i bursted in looking dazed at the wall. she, surprised, said "what the fuck?" i gulped and sheepishly looked back on the ground. shit.

"oh sorry. i didn't know it was being used." i maintained looking at the floor (hoping she didn't think im a creep) while i was shutting the door. then she stopped my attempt by grabbing the edge and said "no go ahead. i'm not using it anyway." she eyed me as i rushed in, "thank you thank you!" once she got out, i slammed the door and rushed over to the toilet. i sighed as the feeling of relief washed over me. thank fuck. it felt like 2 minutes of peeing but maybe it's because i was tipsy.

when i was done washing up i opened the door and ellie was still standing there. it was an awkward second of just her eyes staring into mine until she opened her mouth to a lit joint. i watched her take a puff in and then she offered it to me. "you want some?" i nodded. the joint, in between her pointer and middle passed to me. her skin brushed against mine and i licked my lips nervously. i eyed her hands, which looked rough with little scars scattered them. her eyes train on me as i brought the joint up and took a puff in just like she did. it was heavy in my chest when inhaling. i looked at her before exhaling and then released the smoke. huh. that wasn't so hard.

her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes were low. then she smirked a little bit, "i thought you'd cough." if i had been sober i would of been offended but i took this as a compliment instead. i smiled and then took another puff. i hummed at the feeling. i think i like this. i offered the joint back to her and looked over at the end of the hall where everyone was dancing. the music vibrated through the walls and it was started to become muffled. i felt relaxed, and my brain started to tingle. i laughed under my breath, this feels weird. ellie chuckled and smiled, "you're fucking high." i started to laugh. "shit maybe i am." silence took over the both of us and we were content with leaning on the walls outside of the bathroom. i looked at her. her eyes were trained on the ground, deep in thought. "can i ask you a question?" i said. she hummed and looked back up at me, "shoot." she took another puff. maybe it was the liquor courage had but i was curious. despite it not being my business it felt like this was my only time to say it.

"i know this isn't my business...but what's going on between you and that other girl?" i didn't know what to expect for a response maybe she'd get mad and tell me to fuck off or punch me. but she didn't, instead she furrowed her brows, "why?" i sighed (partly in relief), "i saw you when i got here. you looked upset." yeah i saw her, practically ogled her actually. her face was unreadable for a second or two. then she took a deep breath, "she broke up with me today because she's been seeing someone else. her name was cat." oh. her eyes looked down. then she licked her lips and bit down on them. i blurted, "i'm sorry." feeling a since of regret from asking. she started to laugh, holding the joint in one hand and the other pinching the bridge of her nose. she slowly stopped and looked at me, "sorry, i just i don't know why i told you. i mean i don't even know you." i laughed at that. "yeah i guess that doesn't really make sense."

she was still smiling but looked down. the more i looked at her the more features i noticed. her eyes especially drew in my attention, she had long lashes and her eyes were really fucking pretty. shades of hazel and green. her scar on her eyebrow suited her a lot. and her lips. they were the perfect plump pink lips and they also had a barley visible scar. a strand of hair fell in front of her face. i had the urge to tuck it back and kiss her but i didn't. my trance was interrupted by her eyes flicking back up at mine. but they didn't stop at my eyes. they stopped at the base of my shirts v neck. i saw her chest rise as she took a long inhale in. she stopped staring and adjusted her posture. i could see her ears turn a shade to red when she looked up at my face. she cleared her throat and was about to say something but got interrupted by a sudden noise in the room where everybody was. it sounds like someone broke something. we both started to walk towards the commotion trying to get an idea of what happened. someone had broke the coffee table. jesse was evidently mad and dina didn't seem to be that upset. i heard a "fuck" under her breath. when i turned to her she was leaving. i watched her back as she moved through the crowd. i didn't reach out or say anything.

hang in tight. pt.3 will be a wild one. and i promise you smut:-)

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