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animeshotsh · 3 months

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Thats MY kid | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader x "Uncle"Alastor |

Summary: Alastor wants to take you out for some time with him!

Alastor tried to convince himself he was doing this to piss Lucifer off. No, he did not have any type of attachment to you, he did not see you as his own kid (even if you totally ignored his half request to be called dad when not being around Lucifer). And no, he was not hurt by that.

Right?

Yeah well no. You had touched his heart somehow and now Alastor was down bad, he swears you must have some type of demonic magic (and not just you being you and being amazing) because no one (only his mother) made him feel so much love in his life or after life.

"Uncle?" Your voice called him making Alastor look at you with his signature simile. "Why was dad angry when you showed up?"

~☆~☆~☆~

Earlier that day.

"ABSOLUTLY NO. GET OUT FROM MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW" Lucifer screamed at the radio Demon who just stared back.

"My my, I never had you for the possesive type of dad, with how much freedom you have give Charlie"

"Dont bring my daugther into this" Lucifer said almost breaking a pen. "We both know you want to take (Y/N) out just to get to me. And im not letting you create fake hopes for that kid. That kid is mine Alastor, maybe not by blood but its mine. And I promised I would protect them, for anything and anyone. You can piss me off however you want but dont bring (Y/N) into this".

Well fuck, Lucifer did care for you.

Also, fuck you Lucifer. You did not know how he felt (hell, not even Alastor knew how he felt towards you). After meeting you at the hotel, seeing you interact with the others and also play with his shadows, something started to form inside the old killer. And it got worse when you ran to him asking him how the radio worked, his insides making flips as he explained you.

He also did almost break when you were saying goodbye and hugged his legs. If that was any other Demon they would have ended dead on the spot. But it was you, and it felt right.

"Listen" Alastor started smile still on his face but his tone serious "Im not that low to bring (Y/N) into our....fights. You May not believe me but I care for that kid, if I did not for sure I would not have give him one of my shadows to protect them"

"Wait-you did what-"

"The point is" Alastor interrumped static forming "I dont plan on giving they fake hope, and thats all I Will say"

Silence passed for seconds that felt like hours, finally Lucifer nodded.

"Alright, i will let you take them for today, BUT anything and I mean anything happens to them, you will no longer be here" Lucifer said his tone for once being truly the one from a king of hell.

Alastor just nodded, taking his cane being ready to be out with you for the day.

"Oh and Alastor, I dont trust you. But i want (Y/N) to get here what they missed in life, so dont fuck this up"

~☆~☆~☆~

"Nothing your silly head must worry about!" Alastor assured you. However your face did show you were not buying what he said.

"Smile my Dear!! You know you are never fully dressed without one!!" Alastor tried again, stopping to take your hand and make you spin. Your laught coming out quickly making him relax.

"There it is!" He exclaimed then continue to walk besides you. Right now you two were in the cannibals town. For other demons and sinners this part was even more dangerous than the regular hell. But for Alastor it was like his home, demos in here knew him and liked him, and that extended to you as well. A few had waved and smiled, fresh blood showing. But Alastor had made sure you did not see any dead body, or parts of one.

"Now I have a suprise for you!, I have a friend who owns a restaurant and she accepted to take us in"

"...as food or clients?" You asked joking making the radio Demon smirk, radio laughts in the background.

"Well, since she is my friend, we are clients of coruse" Alastor responded getting a nod from you. "Of course you wont be eating anything...special, regular food I promise"

~☆~☆~☆~

When you two entered the restaurant you found it to be empy....aside from some workers who came quickly to guide Alastor and you to a private room with a big table.

There, on one of the chairs a very pale Demon with deep black eyes stood. Noticing Alastor she got on her feet coming closer.

"Alastor, its so good to see you again" she beamed at the radio Demon stopping a few inches away.

"And who may this little creature be?"

Jokes, Rosie knew who you were. He had to listen to Alastor talk about how unfair it was that you had decided to call Lucifer dad and not him.

Being by Alastor side gave you confidence so you took some small steps closer to her.

"Im (Y/N), im Alastor newphew" You stated proudly making Rosie smile showing her sharp teet.

"Thats wonderfull, now please sit I have prepared the best for both of you" Rosie exclaimed calling over the workers who appear to help the three of you settle down.

"For you my friend, I got you the finist meat from this side of hell" A plate with fresh flesh was presented making Alastor almost growl at it. "And for you little one a bird told me you loved chocolate" a big space on the table was now occupied with the biggest and most extravagant chocolate cake you have ever seen.

"I-its that all for me?" You asked not believing it. Getting a nodd from Rosie "and I cant eat all of it?" Again a nodd.

You almost cried when the first slice was put in front of you. No one ever got you cake in the living world.

"Oh and to help you not chocke with that, Alastor I have some.." Rosie paused looking for the right words seeing how you were now devouring the cake "a very special drink" she finally said, a bottle with red liquid appear. And for you, I prepared a mix of appel juice and strawberry" she said getting the most pure look from you.

"Thank you Miss"

"Oh, just call me Rosie" she responded.

~☆~☆~☆~

Turns out you ate most of the cake and now the sugar had gave you too much energy. Rosie had asked her workers to play with you some game of tag, without biting.

And hell, you were fast. Outrunning the old demons and even letting chairs fall to prevent them from coming closer.

Rosie used this moment to dig as much information about you from Alastor as she could find.

"So, Lucifer just decided to take them in? What a strange guy" she said sipping her own drink. "And now you are taking care of them?"

Alastor nodded "yes, you must see Lucifer's face when I show up and (Y/N) calls me uncle, he its so angry"

"But you truly care for them" Rosie stated. "You would never have asked me to prepare something that does not come from sinners or demons knowing where you are. You also made me order the town to keep the body display low to protect them"

Rosie could read Alastor as an Open book.

"Uncleeeee" your call alerted the overlords, seeing you running towards them with the biggest smile on your face. "The other said they are too tired to keep running after me, does this mean I won?"

"Well centraly!! I knew no one would be able to catch you. You are my relative after all"

You nodded and smiled going back to your chair to drink more juice. "This is amazing. Thanks a lot Mi-Rosie!"

"Aww, arent you the cutest" Rosie beamed her hands squishing your cheecks.

~☆~☆~☆

After the food and some more talking Alastor decided it was time for you to go back with Lucifer (and no, it was not because he had got at least 666 messages from him).

Rosie had told you to come whenever you wanted that no one would hurt you in her town.

~☆~☆~☆

"I had a great time Uncle!" You told Alastor as the big castle started to show in the distance.

"Well im glad Dear! Dont forget to tune the radio for my program tonight" Alastor said petting your head.

"I wont! Dad hates it but I love it, specially that music you use...ummmm jazz?"

Alastor started to think that just kindapp you and made you his kid instead would be for the best.

"(y/n)!!" A very distinct voice screamed

"DAD!!"

But he would not want to hurt your feelings so, seeing you from time to time would have to do.

He waited for the exchange to end, Lucifer asking you what have you done and also making sure you were not hurt. After that he nodded to himself.

"Alright, now go inside, Xin has prepared you a bath"

You nodded but turned towards Alastor going for his legs again to hug him.

"Thank you uncle!! No one ever took me to a restaurant or got me cake. Lets meet again soon" you smiled up to him showing pointy teet.

Before he could respond you were running inside the castle with a very worried maid behind you.

~☆~☆~☆~

"Well..looks like you did not ruin this" Lucifer stated seeing you run off.

"I told you I would not" Alastor responded offended. "(Y/N) has potential to grow up to be a powerfull sinner (no you did not) of course im going to look over them"

Lucifer just shoot Alastor a knowing smile then turned around to enter his home.

"Thanks for not breaking his heart" he finally said then the doors closed behind him leaving Alastor alone.

Of course he could not bring himself to do that, even if he wanted to. You were his newphew. His. Not someone else.

And no one breaks the things he loves.

Not even himself.

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jaylaxies · 11 months

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CONFLICT OF INTEREST

PAIRING: pool cleaner!heeseung × rich fem!reader

GENRE/CW: slightly perv!heeseung, profanities, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight voyeurism, mentions of sunghoon, slight public sex, fingering and cunnilingus, penetration, usage of nicknames and degradation.

WC: 6.7k (6701) words

SYNOPSIS: spending all his money on video games, heeseung was left with no other choice but to work part time to earn some extra cash, he was overwhelmed to find out how much your father was willing to pay for a pool cleaner, grabbing that opportunity and applying for the same, not knowing that he’d be dealing with a spoiled little princess, who’s also a feast for his eyes.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: ohmygod hello everyone, guess who’s back after the longest break ever! i missed writing so much and i couldn’t come back here without a fic for y’all sooo have this lil gift from me! <3 also thankyou sm @criceofpain for helping me w the title! i hope y'all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are so highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <33

Silence.

That’s all you heard after waking up from your cozy sleep. Living in a mansion like yours would be everyone’s dream. Having rich and working parents only added on to that, giving others a misconception of how your life would be full of freedom.

You had more than fifteen rooms in your ‘small mansion’, three of them being reserved for the stay-in staff. They felt more like family to you than your own family did, your parents being absent whenever you needed them the most, you could count the times you saw them in a year.

Which brings you back to how you developed the need to be a brat — to grab your parent’s attention. It started off when you were a kid, stayed as you grew up into an adult, coming to a stage where you completely disregarded other’s feelings, not having in you to pay attention to them.

Being called a ‘rich brat’ was something you’d grown accustomed to, no one tried to get close to you in order to find your true personality, they only came for money and a short lived reputation of being your ‘friend’.

“You have to stop texting while eating, darling,” your mother’s voice boomed up in the expansive area of your dining room.

The irk in her usual dulcet voice was enough for you to understand that her current tone was laced with disappointment, your father barely speaking anything as usual, plausibly not finding you important enough to waste his energy on.

You simply hated when your parents were back at home, invading your personal space, it was one of the rare times they came back without much of an announcement, ruining your whole week, knowing they’d pass comments which would lead to massive breakdowns and again, not a single soul would help you through it, you’d be alone, as always.

Instead of eating, you found that playing with your spoon and salad would be a better option, your appetite leaving the second you learned about your parent’s arrival.

They were quick eaters, leaving you to eat by yourself soon after ruining your day. You sighed, getting up to shower, punching the hard tiled wall to release your pent up frustration, secretly hoping to find someone who’d care for you genuinely, unlike your parents who did so superficially.

The weather was rather breezy, clouds covering up the sky, resembling your mood in a manner. You were quick to dress up in your newest Chanel outfit, matching it with the perfect pair of heels you could find in your never ending walk-in closet.

Dressing up was therapeutic for you. It gave you confidence to portray yourself just how you’d wanted to, strong and bold, not requiring anyone’s support.

Isa:

Let’s skip the first lecture today :3

You:

Can’t, my parents are back at home, and if they find out abt me leaving the class thennn :)

Isa:

Babe oh no, I’ll save you a seat and get a frappe for you :(

You:

You’re an angel truly, mwah <3

You smiled, locking your phone and getting into your car, deciding to drive by yourself today. Isa was your best friend and you’d swear she was the only person who understood you on the spiritual basis, having gone through the same story of having absentee parents.

The difference would be your personality, hers being sweet and bubbly, yours being bratty and intimidating. You complemented each other perfectly.

The guards opened the gate to your mansion for you to drive away, your eyes rolling at the sight of a poster mentioning how your family needed a pool cleaner.

“Why did they build three pools if they couldn’t even maintain it, bet they haven’t once used it,” you muttered under your breath.

You didn’t notice a boy stopping by to read the very same poster just as you drove away.

He was quick to click a picture of the very same, making sure he doesn’t forget the details given below, walking further towards the mansion adjacent to yours, waiting in front of the huge gate which opened up as his friend came into view with his car, asking him to get inside the car quickly.

“The fuck were you waiting for there? We’re late already!” Sunghoon asked, running his hands through this hair as he stepped on the accelerator.

“I’m broke,” Heeseung explained, causing Hoon to laugh out of nowhere.

“Yeah? Spent all your money on video games again?” He asked, amused.

Heeseung rolled his eyes, “yeah, but it was a limited edition and I had to get it!” He argued, “and now my parents have decided to not give me pocket money for the whole month. I’ll have to earn it someway or the other.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you were standing in front of Y/n’s place.”

“Y/n? I don’t know, I saw this poster saying that they needed a pool cleaner and the amount they’re willing to pay is huge,” he explained, already deciding that he’ll apply for it the first thing after school.

“You don’t know her? Where the fuck are you living dude?” Hoon gave him a look.

“What’s so special about her? Is she hot?” Heeseung asked, looking at Hoon who shook his head in disappointment at his friend before simply smirking.

“You’ll see.”

Heeseung wondered if he’d get to see you today. The chances were high with the onset of summer vacation, you’d be at home, however he wasn’t sure if you’d come into his spectrum of vision, he always seemed to miss you by a minute or two.

He was at your place, the guard allowed him to enter and guided him towards the pool area.

He was in shorts and a casual T-shirt as his job would most definitely cause him to get wet while getting the pool cleaned.

His lips were bitten in concentration as the house helper guided him as to how to go on about his task, and soon, he was whistling while waiting for the water to be drained out after he used the net to get the leaves and the particles floating around on the water surface.

He decided to sit down on the sunlounger while waiting, scrolling down Instagram to catch up on the posts he had missed.

You were in your room, sighing for the umpteenth time. You hated the atmosphere in your home, it was tense as your parents had fought early in the morning about tarnishing the family reputation.

Ironic coming from them.

Both of them stormed out of the home soon, wanting a break from the other, leaving you all to yourself for the day.

Seeing as you had nothing better to do at the given moment, you opted to go for a swim in the pool as you put on a black one piece swimsuit, taking your sunscreen bottle along with the few things you’d need there.

However, you did not expect to see a stranger casually sitting in one of your sun loungers by the biggest pool as the water drained out, just like the plan you had for swimming.

Ignoring the new addition to your leisure time, you went ahead to sit by the second pool, which was already cleaned by the old cleaner you had hired, the one who left the job out of nowhere.

The water was lukewarm when you dipped your legs in it, kicking the water softly, which gained the attention of the boy in shorts.

His whistling stopped as he stared at your side profile from a distance, eyes taking in your figure which was clad in black which fit you well, he gulped, his tongue swiped down his lower lip when his eyes stopped to look at your legs, and how glossy and plump your lips looked in the sunlight, the light breeze swayed your open hair and how your hands look so small compared to his, making him wonder how they’d look holding his—

You turned your head to look his way, eyes sharp which was enough to break his train of thoughts, feeling as if you were being stared at, he turned his head in record time to avoid your gaze, and you noticed he was just using his phone.

Shrugging, you got up to get on one of the sun loungers with an umbrella to put on your sunscreen, missing the way Heeseung’s eyes flickered over to you from time to time as he concluded the cleaning process to fill up the freshwater now.

Your skin glowed with the extra moisture from the sunscreen but he noticed how you struggled with rubbing it on your back.

His hands itched to do that for you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time he was at your place, but what bothered him is that you didn’t look up at him even once, until he got into the stalls and came out after changing into his decent outfit as his shorts had gotten wet from the water.

It was the exact time you got up to get into the newly cleaned pool, “good work—” you started to say.

Heeseung was shocked, he never pegged you to start a conversation, nevertheless, a little smirk settled on his face when he turned around to see your pretty face up close, “Heeseung,” he finished your sentence, “and thank you.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, looking at his face clearly for the first time since he arrived.

He had the most perfect nose you had ever come across, his lips looked delicate and pink, his eyes summing up his face to look innocent, and hair shiny yet messy.

It seemed as if you had eye candy for the job of the pool cleaner.

Without extending the conversation, you got into the pool, soaking up your body fully before you started to swim.

Heeseung stood there watching you shamelessly, hand in his pocket as you stopped to swim closer to the edge, water dripping down your chin as your looked up at him in question, “you can leave now,” you said, but the smirk he had on his face was enough to confirm that his innocent looking eyes are deceiving in all ways.

“I’m just waiting for the helper aunt to get my pay for the day,” he said innocently.

You almost scoffed, “go wait by the front gate,” you said, pointing towards the exit area with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“The view isn’t as nice there,” he nonchalantly said.

“Excuse me?” You said in a beat, looking at him with disbelief.

“I meant, the palm trees and the flowers here are better than the fountain near the gate area, also, the helper aunt asked me to wait here,” he shrugged, acting as if he was naive.

“Right,” you rolled your eyes, “she’s here now you can leave,” you gave him a tight lipped smile, resuming your swimming session.

He tried to contain his laugh, it was already fun to tease you, not to mention how you looked so attractive when wet, in the water of course.

“Good bye then,” he winked at you before leaving.

You watched his long legs quickly getting away from the pool area.

“What a creep,” you muttered, already planning ideas to get him off his high horse.

You were sunbathing the next day, not once thinking that Heeseung would come again, but he did.

He wore a deep grey tank top and black shorts as he focused on cleaning the two smaller pools.

Thankfully, he wasn’t much of a bother that day, he simply did his work, after greeting you with a slick smile, of course.

It was clear that he stopped to stare your way from time to time, you wore dark tinted goggles just to catch him doing so, scoffing before you went inside your room, not having it in you to deal with him.

You loved to swim, it was a major stress reliever for you, the next two days were peaceful for you, your parents were out of town and there was no trace of Lee Heeseung at your place.

Sunghoon had visited you that night, inviting himself in for dinner, wanting to check up on you after hearing the news about your parents arrival.

“—They’re driving me insane, I could be simply breathing, and they would say that I am breathing wrong, I have no clue how to deal with this and I am so tired already, not to mention how the new pool cleaner is so infuriating.” You groaned, finishing up your rant as you filled him in on everything that happened ever since your parents came back.

His eyebrows raised at your last comment, “the new pool cleaner, huh?” He chuckled.

You nodded, taking a bite of the pizza you had ordered, “his name is Heeseung, he’s like an actual creep, he stares at me while working, I literally cannot go to swim whenever he’s around,” you ranted.

“Trust me I know him,” Sunghoon rested his forehead on his hand, not believing that Heeseung would actually act so shamelessly, yet it was comedic in a way.

“You do?” You asked.

“He’s my closest friend, Y/n.” Sunghoon was amused how both you and Heeseung didn’t know about each other up until he started working for you, “you’d know if you liked me even a bit,” he smirked, and looked crazy handsome doing so.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed, glad that Sunghoon was here to lighten up the mood, “I didn't know you had such friends.” Distaste was clear in your voice.

“He’s not a bad guy, okay? He’s just—” Hoon stopped to find the right word.

“Just?” You urged him to continue.

“Just stupid at times, yeah,” he shook his head.

“Right,” you said, laughing.

“If he bothers you, just punch him or whatever,” he said casually.

Maybe you’ll take up on Sunghoon’s advice on that.

The next few days were peaceful, headphones shutting out the world as you completed your holiday assignments sitting at the poolside area with your laptop in front of you, yet he had something or the other to say.

“Oh, you’re doing the assignments already?” He asked over your headphones, speaking loud, standing next to your seat.

You nodded, not giving him the time of your day.

“Do you need help?” He couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Does it look like I want help?” You asked, removing your headphones and shades.

“Honestly? Your essay looks pretty perfect as of now—” he started to comment.

“That was a rhetorical question,” you deadpanned, closing your laptop and going back inside.

You knew he wasn’t this dumb, he just did it on purpose to piss you off, for your attention, just like how you behaved outrageously when you wanted your parents attention.

But Heeseung? He needed to be taught a lesson and that too, very soon.

“No, I can’t come tonight Isa, my parents want to have dinner together like a good family. Isn’t that funny?” You talked to your best friend on call, sitting by the pool yet again.

Your parents were the reason you couldn’t go out of the house anymore, they wanted you to be home, spending quality time with them, which consisted of you being judged for your every move, your parents wanting your mannerism to be proper.

“Can’t they just leave already?” You sighed as Isa tried her best to console you, saying that she’d be there whenever you’d be allowed to go out.

That call definitely heightened your spirits until someone decided to pay your pools a visit again.

One of the helpers had told you that Heeseung wasn’t working today, so you wore your comfortable two piece bikini for the swim, which you deeply regret now.

Heeseung simply wanted to see you, he loved pissing you off, knowing how much his presence bothered you.

That only made him want to do it more.

“Hey, Y/n!” He smiled your way, his perfect set of teeth coming into your vision as you looked up from the magazine you were reading, only to give him a light lipped smile with a nod.

He looked at you in amusement as you didn’t bother to spend a second more looking his way, opting to read your magazine instead.

He was particularly talkative that day, trying to get a reaction out of you but you were patient, not giving in easily until you couldn’t hold back and decided to play his game.

“Do you need help with that?” Heeseung asked, pointing towards the sunscreen which you couldn’t apply properly on your back again, he had noticed how your hands couldn’t reach your back in particular.

He just wanted an excuse to touch your soft looking skin.

Bonus for him, you were wearing a bikini which gave him access to your bare back.

He waited for a witty comeback or straight up rejected but your reply wasn’t something he was expecting, eyes widening just a fraction.

“Oh, yes! Could you please help me put sunscreen on my back?” You looked sincere as you requested this.

“Y—yes, of course I’ll help you, princess,” he smiled after overcoming the shock, rushing to wash his hands clean, despite them being clean already before he came over to you.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he saw you sitting down on the sunlounger with your back exposed to him.

He wasn’t being subtle while staring at your ass either, he was simply glad you were facing the other way as he took some sunscreen and started massaging your shoulders, applying the right amount of pressure.

You bit your lip, hating how good his hands felt massaging your body, but you had it under control.

He took his sweet time rubbing your back, before he reached your lower back. He was having the time of his life, your skin felt even softer than he had imagined and he was surprised about how you didn’t pass any comment throughout this.

Him being sneaky was the exact thing you were waiting for, his hand reaching close to your chest after he applied cream to your clavicle region.

You turned around and grabbed his wrist, bending it down and pulling him close enough to be on your face level, you stopped your mind from accepting how good it felt, you simply hated Heeseung.

“Ouch, fuck,” he cussed, not expecting you to be this strong, the pain subsided in a second as he looked you up close, your scent infiltrating his mind.

“Don’t play with me, Heeseung,” you said in a deeper octave, looking right into his eyes.

He smiled, which only urged you to continue.

“Do you have no shame? I’ll have you fired if you pull this shit again,” you warned him, letting go of his hand and standing up to leave.

However, he was quick to grab your wrist and spin you around, so you bumped right into his chest, which was hard.

“What the fuck—” you exclaimed but your voice died down soon.

His hand reached to the one spot on your neck which had sunscreen that wasn’t spread properly. He simply bit his lip and used two of his fingers to massage that spot on your neck.

It must have been your sensitive spot because your legs suddenly felt like they were jelly, your breathing quickened as you stared at his annoyingly attractive face.

“All done,” he whispered in your ear, leaving your wrist as he only smirked, walking back to do his work, leaving you stunned as you rushed inside due to embarrassment.

No fucking way you enjoyed those ten seconds with him.

As for Heeseung, he couldn’t stop thinking of how hot you looked, trying to be angry but being a mess in his presence, just thinking about your expression and your outfit together gave him a boner.

“Y/n,” he groaned with one hand on the shower wall, supporting his tall frame as the other squeezed his dick, jerking off to your thoughts, “oh god, fuck!” He grunted, thinking about how tight you’d feel around him, the scenarios were enough for him to shoot out his load, smirking at the ideas in his head.

He just needed to push you more.

The events of that day replayed in your mind an unhealthy amount of times, you never wanted to see him again, yet you wanted the exact same thing.

You hated it.

You hated how good it felt, having his big hands on your body and you most certainly didn’t have it in you to face him today.

All you wished for was to read a book in peaceful silence, but yet again, your space was invaded when a certain Bambi eyed boy made an appearance at your place, despite it not being the day of his schedule.

Still, he had the audacity to greet you before he started singing while doing his tasks for the day.

The infuriating part? His voice was a mixture of honey and chocolate, and everything sweet in this world because you had never heard a voice to angelic before.

Not that it was enough to woo you.

Sighing, you closed your book and decided to go for a swim, but again, you were stopped.

“Wait!” Heeseung exclaimed, bringing out the cleaning net to get rid of one leaf that was in the huge pool, looking back at you with a goofy smile as he held the leaf up.

“Okay. So, you stopped me from going in because of a leaf?” You folded your arms on your chest as you tried to make sense of the situation.

“Couldn’t let a princess swim in the dirty pool,” he said, eyes getting bigger, feigning innocence.

He was a nuisance and you were running thin on patience. Your mother had graciously spoiled your day saying your manners are out of line, your father added to it, talking about how vacations were a waste of time for you.

“Aw, really?” You asked, faking your voice to sound sweet and thankful before you took a step close to him.

His eyes looked at you expectantly, but yet again, you pulled something he wasn’t ready for.

With a big smile on your face, you pushed him into the pool, hard and fell down with a big splash.

“Oops,” you said once he came out of the water, brushing his wet hair away as he breathed hard, his clothes clinging on to his body.

He looked hot.

You tried not to look at his body as you bent down to talk to him, “aw, now you’ll have to clean the whole pool, it’s so disgustingly dirty now that you’re in there.” You smiled innocently.

He poked his tongue through this cheek and gave you no time before grabbing onto your arm and pulling you right in with him.

You gasped for air, your whole body getting soaked with water as you came out just in front of him, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Are you insane?” You almost screamed at him but he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer with a serious expression on his face.

You could see his face with the top most clarity up close, his wet hair messily covering his forehead and eyes, still he looked attractive.

“Is this what you do when someone tries to help you, princess?” His voice came out deeper and his hold on you tightened.

You were glad that there were no helpers around the pool area or you would die of embarrassment, not to mention how your parents would react knowing about this situation.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you whispered in the same tone, maintaining the eye contact.

“Yeah, right you think of yourself as the queen,” he went on.

“Stop,” you warned.

“But in reality you’re just a pretty, spoiled princess, aren't you?” He taunted in a voice that gave you goosebumps.

Giggly Heeseung was attractive enough, but him being serious was something that had you in a trance.

“Shut up,” you said in a measly voice, head fuzzy.

“Do I need to show you who you are, huh? You’re a little princess,” he went on.

“Shut the fuck up,” you raised your voice, the feeling down in your lower abdomen was something you hadn’t felt so strongly before.

“Make me,” was all he said with a smirk.

Yet what you did next was something he wasn’t prepared for.

It all happened in less than a second, your fingertips grabbing his chin, pulling him closer to your face with a gasp as you captured his lips into a rushed kiss, his nose poking yours softly.

This man drove you crazy, to the point where you had to give in just to get a taste of him.

He leaned back to look into your eyes, breaking the kiss just to see you breathe in deeper and shy away, but he didn’t let you do that.

His hand rested on the back of your head as he pulled you into a deeper, passionate kiss, causing you to whimper in his mouth, holding on to his shoulders for support.

You gasp as his hands roam around your body, leaving the places where you wanted him to touch you the most, the frustration causing you to moan into his mouth, against his smirk.

It was a rhythm of desire, passion, and exasperation. The kiss got sloppier by second and you both had to lean back to breathe. With your chest heaving up and down, you dared to look into his eyes which were clouded with lust.

Each touch, each movement from his side impacted your body in a way you never thought it would, you shivered with his touch, the smirk never leaving his lips.

“So sensitive,” he muttered, trailing his finger down your body as you still held on to him, your legs felt weaker than ever.

“Heeseung—” you tried to speak up, but only a moan left your mouth when he traced his finger on your clothed pussy.

“Guess what, princess? You’re wet,” he pointed out, coming closer to bite your ear, causing you to squirm in his hold, “and it’s not because of the water.”

“Fuck,” you let out, mind going blank.

You loved being in control, putting people in their places and ordering them around. But you never thought that being treated like this would arouse you to this point.

To the point that you’d let Heeseung do anything.

He took you out of the pool, dragging you to the changing stalls, pushing you against the door after he locked it.

“You look so innocent, I could ruin you,” he said, folding his long fingers around your neck, applying slight pressure to it.

“I know,” you spoke mindlessly and Heeseung was amused at how easily you gave in.

“Yeah? No snarky comebacks or threats this time?” He teased.

“I’m leaving,” you said, embarrassed and trying to get away with your face burning with shame, but again, it wasn’t up to you as Heeseung pushed his body closer to yours, sandwiching you between him and the wall.

“You’re not going anywhere, darling,” he whispered, pushing your bikini panties to the side.

His fingers teased at your entrance and you unconsciously bucked your hips to meet him. He grabbed your hips to stay still before moving his fingers on your wet slit again, poking his finger on your entrance yet not letting it slide in fully to your dismay.

“Please,” you whined louder than before.

“Please what, princess?” He stopped moving his fingers all together just to hear your reply.

“Please fuck me,” you let out slowly, embarrassment creeping up your neck.

“That’s a good girl, but sadly you won't get it so easily,” he said and without any warning, he pushed a finger inside your pussy, which was wet and needy and it sucked him in.

His deep grunts only turned you on more, his hard clothed cock rubbing against your ass as he tore your bikini away, adding another finger to fill your pussy, reaching a deep spot which had you seeing stars.

Your glossy eyes followed his fingers as he sniffed it, “smells so sweet,” he said in a deep breath, giving you goosebumps, his tongue swirled around, tasting your juices and humming along.

“Oh baby you’re dripping,” he smirked, getting on his knees, putting one leg on his shoulder as he wasted no time in indulging himself in eating your sweet pussy, tongue lapping at your juices and you had to bite your fist to contain your noises.

You were so close.

His finger teased your clit to heighten the stimulation, and it worked wonders as it had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head, whimpering and crying.

You reached your limit when he pushed his tongue into your hole, a loud moan leaving your lips as he went on to eat you out.

“Hee—oh my god,” you cried out, falling apart on his tongue, and he lapped up the last drop of the juices you had spilled.

You looked at him, looking sinister, his lips shining and eyes glistening with amusement as he grabbed your chin and kissed you right on mouth, giving you a taste of yourself.

You rubbed his cock through his shorts, getting a scoff out of him, “not so fast, princess. You’ll have to show me how much you want it. I’ll go take care of it till then and clean your pool, which is oh so disgusting.” He smirked, getting out and into the showering stall, leaving you dazed and wet.

You had to have his cock.

You wouldn’t admit how much you had wanted him to fuck you directly to his face, so instead, you decided to be a menace and show him what he’s been missing.

He came back after two days, just as the schedule of his job. And it was a lucky day for you since half of the working staff had been granted a holiday today, leaving you with only the chefs and a security guard who wouldn’t ever come into the pool area.

Heeseung’s duality scared you, he came in as usual, wearing a blank tank and shorts this time, greeting you with a smile, “morning, princess,” he smirked, yet looked innocent.

“Hey, Hee,” you purposely called him a nickname, causing his smile to grow before he looked at your bikini top, which was not tied properly and showed more skin than usual.

You knew that would get his attention.

Standing up, you stretched your arms and started walking towards him, your movement caused the knot to open up fully, your tits coming into display for him.

It was so attractive how his jolly and innocent eyes turned dark within a second, but you only giggled, pushing his limits, “oops, i guess the knot wasn’t tied properly, can you help me, Hee?” You asked with a smile.

He scoffed, “that desperate for my cock?” He asked, biting his lower lip.

“I’m just asking for help,” you tried to reason and hide your guilty smile.

“Such a pathetic needy thing, you just want to be fucked, don’t you?” He took a step further and you stepped back, the butterflies in your lower abdomen not calming down for even a second, “maybe I’ll have to fuck some manners into you,” he smirked, and pushed you on the couch near the last pool, getting on top of you, ignoring your lips as he trailed his own on your neck, making sure to apply more pressure while kissing your sweet spot. Your bikini top was long discarded in the pool, your bikini bottoms joined it soon as you laid below him.

“Already wet? Seems like you’ve been waiting eagerly,” he commented, sliding his fingers into your pussy, scissoring it open for his cock to fit into your tight hole, “so ready for my dick,” he chuckled.

“Put it in,” you whimper, causing him to shut your mouth, his lips on your as he swiped his tongue on your lower lip, a gasp leaving your mouth as you kissed him back with need.

He pushed his pants down and stroked his cock a few times, all while keeping you busy with his kisses. Without giving you much warning, he poked the tip of his cock at the your entrance, your eyes widening as he deepened the kiss, pushing his hips forward, stuffing your clenching walls full of his thick length.

“Oh—fuck!” You gasped and moaned.

A smirk was plastered on his face with how needy he made you, your wetness allowing him to bottom out easily, giving you no time to adjust to his length before he started to thrust in even faster and deeper, sending you into a state of the bliss of arousal.

With your eyes rolling back, you couldn’t form sentences as he ruined you, whispering dirty nothings into your ear as he nibbled on it.

You were committing the filthiest sin yet it felt like heaven.

“So wet, so fucking tight, all for my cock, look how you’re clenching so desperately,” he chuckled.

His balls smacked against your ass, he was painfully hard and you were equally aroused, not knowing how much more you could hold it in.

“What if someone walks in and sees how dirty of a slut you are?” He continued to talk, which only made you wetter, “you would like that, won’t you? Me fucking you behind your parents.” He thrusted harder, hitting your g-spot with ease.

His hips moved with such fluidity, it made you wonder how many people he had fucked before to get this good at fucking, you were obsessed already.

It took all of your control to not scream and whimper out loud, the stretch was nothing like you had experienced before, you couldn’t help but chant his name like a mantra, over and over again, head clouded with him.

Heeseung twitched inside your pussy, pulling you up and turning you around with ease, pushing your head down and holding your ass up as he started fucking you from behind, a hand grabbing your tit while the other played with your clit.

You whimpered, gritting your teeth as the sudden tight feeling began to overwhelm your trembling frame, and he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold his back anymore, his movements getting sharper as he smacked your ass.

“Go ahead, kitten,” he whispered and that did it for you.

Shaking and whining, you finally reached your high, all senses heightened as you made a mess all over his cock.

He groaned deeply, emptying his cum into your pussy with a few thrusts, making sure you were full of him.

He stood back just to watch his cum dripping pussy and fucked out expression.

“Better start taking birth control from now,” he smirked, kissing your lips with a smack.

“Why? Will you fuck me again?” You asked, acting like a brat, “I’ll pay you.”

He scoffed, “keep your cash to yourself, queen, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to stand the next time,” he gritted out.

To his amusement, you tried to stand up, only to fall back down on the couch, “guess you can’t do it, and to think I went easy on you,” he spoke up, embarrassing you again.

Being degraded by him was your new fetish.

“What if my dad catches us?” You asked, looking away, trying to cover yourself with a towel as you changed the topic.

“Well, you’ll have to learn to be silent to not get caught, princess,” he spoke, coming closer and taking the towel away from you, gaze darkening at your figure again, aiming for a round two thinking no one was watching.

However, a certain boy named Sunghoon stood on his balcony from the mansion next to yours, the view being clear enough to show your pool area and your activities, his hand stroking his cock firmly as he watched Heeseung fuck you for the second time.

A smirk played on his face as he fucked his palm as he formulated a plan in his head.

He simply knew he’d be joining you both the next time.

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thedeathlysallows · 5 months

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Santa Baby

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Summary: Think of all the fun I've missed/ Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed/ I really do believe in you/ Let's see if you believe in me.

Warnings: Smut. Degradation, dirty talk, loss of virginity (reader's), dom!Loki, oral sex (f!receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, ever so slight Jotun!Loki. Loki hasn't had his redemption arc yet

Okay, so, I really have no excuses for this one. It's borderline crackfic but I did my best lol

"Nicholas!"

"Odin!"

You stand shoulder to shoulder with your brother as you watch your father embrace the Allfather. For as long as you can remember, this has been your family's Christmas tradition. After your father finishes delivering gifts all across the nine realms on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day is spent on Asgard with the royal family. You aren't sure why it's a tradition- the elves say it's because Odin was the one to gift your father his powers, to create Santa Claus as the worlds know him- but you've learned over the years it's best not to argue about it.

(There was one year you wanted to spend Christmas at home in the North Pole like a normal family... and your mom fainted from the shock. The elves wouldn't talk to you for a month (which wasn't all that disappointing if you were to be honest). So you considered that lesson learned and never brought it up ever again.)

You watch as your mother greets Frigga next, the two of them looking like the epitome of the Mother archetype. Frigga with her regal air and your mother with her kind smile. You can't imagine ever having to step into their roles and you feel relieved you'll never have to. Your brother is set to be the next Santa and his wife will be Mrs. Claus. Odin's throne will go to Thor and his wife we'll be Queen of Asgard.

All you have to be is yourself.

Free to make your own rules.

To forge your own path.

To-

"Hello, little one." Loki smiles at you fondly and steps towards you. His hands are bound in front of him and the chains draped over his body rattle with each movement.

You tilt your head, observing him closely. "Loki. I knew you were on my dad's Naughty list for the whole New York thing, so I guess it makes sense you ended up on Odin's list too."

His smile morphs into a nasty sneer as he bares his teeth at you. A guard yanks on the chain around his neck, pulling him an appropriate distance from you.

"Must we do this today," Frigga whispers to her husband. "It's the last day of Yule. Let Loki have an hour of freedom."

"And what will that hour cost us," Odin counters.

Your father raises his hand. "If I may? The kids have been working on their magic and sugar plum over here has a real talent for it. I'm sure she could keep Loki in line for an hour."

Loki's eyes burn a hole into the side of your skull as he says, "Yes. The Santa baby can watch me."

"For an hour," you add, turning to your dad. You point a finger at the jolly old man. "And only an hour."

Odin strokes his beard thoughtfully, considering every possible outcome of letting Loki free for a bit. Eventually, he bangs his staff against the shimmering golden floor and Loki's chains fall away. Loki, for his part, makes an effort not to appear too eager. He rubs his wrists and rolls his neck before squaring his shoulders and turning to you.

"I'm at your mercy for the next hour, sugar plum."

And the way he says it so seductively has you reaching the realization that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

You fidget uncomfortably, balling the ends of your long sleeves in your hands. Loki watches your twitchy movements silently. That's how he's always watched you. Ever since that first meeting when you were nothing more than a child coming to terms with her father being the Santa Claus. He's always watched you silently, thoughtfully, like he's waiting for you to decide who you'll be... and maybe, just maybe, if there will be a place for him beside you when you do decide who to be.

"I'm already regretting this," you say out loud to no one really.

No one is paying attention anymore anyway.

No one except Loki who places a hand at the small of your back and gestures in front of you with the other. "Come, we both know you're foaming at the mouth to get to the garden."

You can't help the eyeroll his words induce. "How eloquent."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't complimenting you."

Loki purses his lips, fighting back a grin. "No, you would never do that, would you?"

"Just shut up and follow me."

He pretends to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key, earning an aggravated groan from you.

If you were to be honest, you don't find Loki's presence all that objectionable. Sure, his ego is out of hand, he tried to take over your home planet, he can be a real pain in the ass, sassy, confrontational, a know it all... wait, what was your point again? Oh, right! Loki has many, many, many faults, but he's always been kind to you. Deep down you know his affection for you doesn't truly account for the monstrosities he's committed, but it does make him ten percent less Naughty in your eyes.

"When will you tell Jolly Old Saint Nicholas that I've been the one helping you with your magic, sugar plum."

Okay. Five percent less Naughty.

"Never," you say without looking at him. Instead you fix your eyes on the garden up ahead.

He clicks his tongue. "How absolutely Naughty of you. I approve."

Two percent.

"I don't need your approval. And stop calling me sugar plum!"

Loki stops walking abruptly, forcing you to turn around and meet him face to face. Or face to chest rather. He's taller than you by several inches and his broad figure almost blocks out the steadily rising sun. Hues of pink, orange, and purple burst from behind him in pastel streaks of color. The wind is soft and gentle as it wraps around the two of you, pressing your bodies ever closer. If you could paint you think you would paint him just as he is now, all soft edges and gentle eyes.

He shakes his head. "You don't need it, but you want it. You crave it, don't you, my darling?"

You think you prefer him calling you sugar plum. That feels far less intimate than hearing the words my darling come out of his mouth.

"I don't want anything from you," you say full of false bravado.

"Oh?" Loki pulls you in to his body and tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "Not even my cock? I think if I were to bend you over this balcony and fuck that tight little cunt of yours, you'd thank me by the end of it. Wouldn't you, sugar plum?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and will away the rising heat in the pit of your stomach. "I said stop calling me that, Loki."

"Then what would you prefer, hmm?" His lips are centimeters from yours, teasing you by brushing against you ever so lightly as he speaks. "You positively lit up when I called you my darling. How does my queen sound? Better yet, how about my whore?"

"Stop."

"Did you make it to the Nice list this year? No sneaking around and kissing boys behind my back?"

You grit your teeth, embarrassment washing over you with the realization that you actually enjoy having him talk to you like this. "Stop. I know what you're trying to do."

"And what would that be?"

"You want me to give up on you like everyone else. There's a past between us whether we like it or not and you want me to just... forget it. Let it go. Everyone else already believes you're a monster and you can't stand that there's one person in the world who still believes you can be good."

Silence stretches out between the two of you like a snake sunbathing on a rock. It's an almost tangible sensation. All you can hear is the air rushing through your lungs as Loki's chest rises and falls at an alarming rate.

"Is this the part where we hug and I thank you for always believing in me? Because... no, I don't think I'll do that," Loki finally says after a few painful seconds.

You huff in frustration, spinning on your heel to go back inside and forget the whole deal. You'll lock yourself in a guest room with some delicious Asgardian mead and that'll be that. This whole sexual tension thing with a man you shouldn't want in the first place will disappear along with the alcohol.

Before you can take a step forward and put you're new Christmas Day plan into motion, Loki grabs you by the arm and pulls you back. His chest presses into your back, a warm and solid wall of muscle.

"Where do you think you're running off to, sugar plum?" He bends down and whispers the words in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps all over your body.

"Your hour's up."

"I've still got forty five minutes."

"Yeah, well... I'm finished with this."

Loki slips an arm around your waist, grinding his hardened length into your ass. "You're through when I say you're through, and right now I want you down on your knees worshipping."

"But... we're outside..."

The protest dies on your lips as green sparks emanate from Loki's fingertips, circling the two of you before sinking back into his palm.

"There," he says simply. "Problem solved. Now if anyone were to walk by they would simply see us admiring the flowers. Now, on your knees."

You let him push you down on your knees, his long fingers curling in your hair. Through the tight leather of his trousers you can make out the imprint of his cock. You won't be able to take all of him in your mouth. There's just no way. You're willing to try though, you think to yourself as you look up into the familiar green-blue of his eyes.

He helps you undo his pants, picking up the slack when your nervous fingers tremble while untying the laces. He's eerily patient and allows you to take your time. Build your courage as it were. You want this. You know you do. You're just... nervous.

The realization strikes Loki suddenly. "You're a virgin?"

The accusation- however true- doesn't sit right in your chest. "Do you want me to do this or not?"

Loki's eyes shine bright with absolute glee. "You are!"

"Loki-"

The world swirls and warps around you, the oxygen leaving your lungs in a sudden woosh. You suddenly find yourself in your usual guest chambers. Still on your knees. Still out of breath.

"Much better!" Loki sighs happily before making himself comfortable on the large bed. "Actually, one more thing."

A fire roars to life in the hearth and the bright gold decorations littering the room turn a deep shade of emerald.

"Lest you forget who you're with," he explains simply.

"I couldn't if I tried." You look at Loki out of the corner of your eye as he lounges on the bed. His pants are undone, exposing the deep V of his pelvic muscles and a light dusting of hair. He looks at you so intently you feel like you might explode. "What?"

Loki motions for you to come closer. "I want you to come on my face, sugar plum."

You swear your body just gives out as soon as you hear the words. "W-what?"

He growls and sits straight up. "You are going to walk that pretty little arse over here, and then your are going to straddle my face, so I can lick your cunt until you come."

It takes everything in you to do exactly as he says. You aren't completely inexperienced and you aren't a complete idiot either. You know what the fire in your belly and the slickness between your thighs means. You want Loki, wanted him for years. Never in your wildest dreams did you think he actually wanted you too.

It's a Christmas miracle in your opinion.

When you make it to the edge of the bed Loki tuts at you, toying with the hem of your dress. "I meant to comment earlier, but this is the most horrid thing I've ever seen."

Your brow furrows. "Hey! Sprinkle made this for me!"

"Sprinkle." The way Loki says the elf's name almost sounds like a curse.

"You've met him before. Back a few- oof!"

Loki rips the dress to tatters in the blink of an eye. You want to hit him, curse him, something, but he moves too quickly. Instead you make a mental note to apologize to Sprinkle when you get home, and let Loki manipulate your body so that your kneeling over his face. His breath on your core sends a shiver through your body.

"Loki," you whine, gripping at his hair.

"Good girl," he moans out as you tug on the long, dark strands. "Let's see if you taste as sweet as you look."

His tongue laves at your folds, teasing you. It's strange but nice and exhilarating all at once. Your hips buck involuntarily when he finally slips his tongue inside you and he sighs happily against your skin.

"Fuck, yes," Loki groans.

You whimper pathetically.

"I need inside you. Now," he says against your soaked cunt. "I need you, darling."

All you can do is nod. Your bones feel like jelly, but you want more. You want him. You want him inside you. You want him to come inside you. You want it so badly you can almost imagine a future filled with children who have your hair and his eyes.

When he looks up at you there's a split second where you think he sees that future too.

Loki ends the moment quickly though, telling you to get on your back. He positions his cock at your entrance and you have a momentary lapse in confidence. You don't want him to stop, but he's bigger than you could've guessed, and-

"Relax." Loki presses his mouth to yours, nipping at your bottom lip. "You were made to take this cock."

You nod and angle your hips up so his tip slips inside you. Your unused muscles twitch against the intrusion, making Loki hiss out something in Old Norse. One of his hands wraps around your throat while the other pins your hips against the bed. Using this leverage he pushes his entire length inside you, swallowing your screams with his lips. Loki pumps in and out of you slowly, watching your face for signs of discomfort.

"M-more," you sigh. "Harder... more... please..."

His breath hitches. "Are you sure, my darling?"

"Yes!"

"Very well." Loki's hips snap, shoving himself even deeper inside you.

Your hands fly to grip his biceps. His skin is colder. Colder than you've ever felt it. And there's a slight blue tinge.

"Loki, fuck... oh my god..."

His hand not wrapped around your throat slaps across your cheek. "My king. Say it. Say I'm your king."

You manage a tiny nod. "You're... you're my king..."

Loki's grip tightens and his pace quickens. You can feel his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you around him, forcing his way deep inside you.

"L-Loki..." You let out a short whine. "Come inside me. Please. I need it. Please, please..."

He chuckles darkly. "How pathetic. You're begging like a common whore. Is that what you are, darling? Are you my whore?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, my king."

Loki, seemingly satisfied by your answer, lifts your leg over his shoulder and shoves his way deeper inside you. There's a painful burn as you adjust to the new angle and pace, but the look of ecstasy on Loki's face is enough to send you over the edge again. You come on his cock once more, but this time he comes with you, filling you until it leaks out.

You aren't sure when you closed your eyes, but when you open them Loki is looking at you with a strange expression.

"My hour is up," is all he says.

#loki x reader #loki smut #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki laufesyon x reader #loki layfeyson imagine

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ja3yun · 4 months

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Rudolph | S.JY

bf!jake x gf!reader

warnings: suggestive, fluff, lap dance (it's unserious), they're cringy and in love, not proofread anything else lmk!

wc: 2.2k+

synopsis: jake gets a secret santa present from work and he wants to show you what he got, giving you a present of your own.

a/n: hi! this is just a short, fluffy, unserious one shot for xmas. i was intending to make this smutty but i left it where it is because i got lazy. anyway, happy holidays from mine to yours <3 i hope santa is good to you.

“FREEDOM!” Jake bursts through the door, his voice booming across your shared flat, “Out of office is on, alarms are off, Christmas is upon us, and I am free for the next 2 glorious weeks.”

It’s finally the 23rd of December which means Jake has finished up work for the holiday period. After a year of working countless overtime, he was never more thankful for this time off.

You look up from the couch and smile widely, matching his excitement, “Did you get away early?” It’s not like him to come home this time of the day, which is sad because it’s 6pm.

“Mhm, the boss had a thing with his in-laws so he wrapped everything up quickly and told us to get lost” Jake imitates wrapping a present and tying a bow before pretending to kick it away as he speaks, your boyfriend was always so animated when he was excited.

He places the shoes he slipped off in the caddy and replaces them with his bell ringing elf slippers. To say Jake loved Christmas would be the understatement of the century. The 2 weeks off were lush, that’s true, but the whole season was so precious to him. Everyone was happier than usual, he could eat and drink as much as he wanted and just use the excuse ‘it’s Christmas’, and he got to spend time with you.

Unfortunately, you don’t have the luxury of a paid holiday but you always get at least 4 days in a row work free which is a rarity. Those 4 days you never ever take for granted.

Spying a red and gold gift bag at his feet piques your curiosity, “Ooh did you buy me something?”

Jake scoffs and skips over to you with it in hand, “Eh, excuse me, I am actually liked in my work and someone got me a gift.” He held his head proud before sitting down next to you.

“Right, you mean you got your Secret Santa present today that your boss forces on you every year?” You lift your eyebrows waiting for him to respond.

“Well yeah, but mandatory or not,” He waves the bag in your face, “I got a present.”

Swatting it away, your eyes roll as you smile. He looked proud as punch to have gotten something, “Did you open it?”

“Do pigeons fly in the sky? Of course I opened it.” Traditionally, you’re supposed to wait until the 25th to open any gift but it wasn't going to be gold, frankincense, or myrrh, so big boy Jesus in the sky isn’t going to care if presents are opened before his birthday.

“So what did you get?” You try to sneak a look in the bag but he pulls it away and tuts.

“I got the usual, socks, a festive tie, sample bottles of whiskey, and,” A smirk graces his face when he remembers what else he got, “Actually, there might be a present for you in here.”

Puzzled, you eye the bag up once again but he stands up, “I’ll be right back, baby.” Leaving a peck on your lips he dashes out, gift bag in hand, waddling like a kid about to show his parents his new drawing from school. Jake was so cute you could cry.

After a few minutes you hear the jingle from his slippers once again, “Okay, baby close your eyes,” your overly excited boyfriend shouts from the bathroom, “close them tight!” His voice is filled with glee.

“They’re shut!” Shouting back, you wonder what it could be. All you hear is the sound of his slippers trotting towards you and all you can do is laugh.

Once you feel his presence standing in front of you, the urge to open your eyes is too much to resist, so you peek one open.

Jake is standing there with his arms spread wide and mouth with the biggest cheeser you’ve ever seen, “Ta-da!” He wiggles his hips to drag your focus down and you cannot believe what you are seeing.

An eruption of laughter fills the room as you double over, your chest losing all ability to breathe at the sight in front of you. Jake laughs along with you, “Good, right?”

Jake stands there in nothing but his elf slippers and a g-string which has his cock tucked into a pouch that’s designed to be Rudolph’s face. The novelty underwear is not at all what you were expecting and you still can’t string a word together for the hilarity of it all.

He turns around to showcase the thong aspect of his underwear, “I do think this finally shows that I have an ass.” In any other circumstance, you probably would make a sarcastic quip about how he’s never going to beat the flat ass allegations but you can’t even look at him, burying your face in the couch seat next to you.

Not helping the situation at all he starts flexing his muscles like he’s in some body building contest, “Do you like it?” His eyes are shining as he looks down at you, your happiness and laughter will always be his favourite thing to witness, even if it means embarrassing himself like this for you. Although, truth be told, he isn’t embarrassed at all, he never is when he’s with you.

“Who bought you that?” You wheeze out, trying to regain some composure.

“I don’t know, it’s a secret Santa, remember.” He has a suspicion it’s either Jay or Sunghoon but it’s one and the same, he’ll find out eventually.

Poking the red nose at the tip of his cock you howl when it lights up, “Oh my fucking god.”

“I didn’t even know it did that! How cool.” If his smile gets any wider his face will split in half. You look so fascinated by it, your hands guide him to twist around and showcase his butt again, “See what I mean with the ass? I’ve got cake.”

Slapping his left butt cheek you laugh, “Yeah, yeah.” It’s Christmas so just like some people believe in Santa, you’ll let him believe he’s double cheeked up.

“Want another surprise?” Jake wiggles his eyebrows and leans down to kiss you, lips soft and gentle against yours. Placing one of his hands on your face he grins widely before pulling away, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, “Yes or no?”

“Yeah, I do.” He plants one more kiss on your lips and walks away, leaving you time to take in your boyfriend’s body. Someone so lovely and goofy shouldn’t also be graced with such a gorgeous body. He’s the perfect package.

Music infiltrates your ears as the melody of Nat King Cole’s ‘The Christmas Song’ blares from your hi-fi. Jake seductively walks back to you, his eyes narrower than before, “Sit back and feel free to tip me.”

Oh god, “Sim Jaeyun you are NOT giving me a lapdance in that thong.” He cannot be serious, Nat King Cole nor Rudolph deserve this.

His hands run down his body and his teeth take hold of his bottom lip, “C’mon, baby, let me take it for a ride.”

Lap dances weren't something you guys did a lot of, most of the time it was you just showing off your new bra and panty sets, so to see him eagerly swing his hips and offer you one, you can’t really refuse.

Taking your hands, he puts them on his chest and guides them down to his toned tummy. Whoever sculpted him in their lab must have had you in mind because he was everything you could have asked for. You keep your hands on his v-line and claw at each side slightly, he loves to be scratched like this.

Jake’s cock twitches at your action and it makes Rudolph jerk up, causing another laugh to leave you. Your boyfriend is too caught up in the feeling of your hands on him that he doesn’t even register what you’re laughing at, “Hmm?”

“Rudolph’s getting a bit excited,” You say smiling, staring at the garment.

“I heard he likes to be petted.” Jake jokes, wiggling his cock in your face.

Looking into the wide eyes of the pouch as it moves from side to side is actually quite unsettling, like he’s pleading for help to be off your boyfriend's penis, something you can’t relate to, “Jake please you’re giving Rudolph whiplash.”

Stilling his hips he takes your left hand and puts it over his clothed member, waiting for you to stroke down, but when you don’t he pouts, “You’re going to make him sad.”

“This is supposed to be my present.” You state, removing your hand and sitting back, “I’m still waiting for it.”

Jake smirks because you’re playing his game back to him. Honestly, he’s so lucky to have you, someone who just goes with whatever the flow is, not taking anything too seriously, he loves you so much for that. Continuing his previous task he puts his hands on your knees and strokes up your thighs, his eyes not leaving yours. The booty shorts you’re wearing leave your skin bare to receive his wet kisses, each one lingering longer than the last.

His hands slink around your hips and under your ass to pull you to the edge of the couch, “If this is how lap dances go in your world you are never allowed in a strip club ever again.” You say anticipating his next move. What you are expecting though doesn’t happen.

Rather, he moves up to hover his whole body over you, body waving as he does and it makes you giggle. When he rolls his hips his cock brushes against your abdomen, and the feeling of the material covering him tickles you. The over dramatic ‘sexy’ face he is trying to pull reminds you of when Hozier used the sexy Squidward filter which only adds to the merriment. He’s no Magic Mike, more like a Mediocre Matthew, but he’s yours and he’s trying, that’s all that matters.

Jake stops his attempt at seducing you when Mariah Carey's ‘All I Want for Christmas’ blares from the speakers, instead opting to sing the words to you, “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need,” His fingers tickle your sides to make you squeal in delight and titter, his mouth grazing your neck, smile is evident as you feel it across your skin.

“I just want you for me own, more than you could ever know.” He scatters a short burst of smooches on the base of your neck whenever there are no lyrics to be sung. The song was true though, all he wanted for Christmas was you, everything else was just a bonus because he didn’t need anything else as long as you were with him.

As the song picks up, Jake shoots up with a shit-eating grin and pulls you up with him, “Dance with me!” The bells on his slippers are going crazy as he kicks his feet and does what you think would be considered a shit version of the jive but you’re not too sure. That’s the thing about your man, one minute he can be sultry and sexy, then in a flash, he’s being silly and eccentric. It keeps a dynamic in your relationship that you love, making it easy to fall more and more in love with him every day.

When you start to join in with his terrible dancing the room is filled with laughter, exactly how Christmas is supposed to sound. Taking his hands in yours, you twirl him around, both of you stumbling as he trips over thin air. Instinctively, his hands grab ahold of your waist to steady you.

Your eyes are shut due to how much you’re laughing so you don’t see how fondly Jake is looking at you, like you’re his whole universe. Jake has wanted nothing more than to have a relationship that felt like you were everything to each other; lovers, best friends, soulmates. And he found that in you, you’re his one true love.

“I love you.” It comes out of nowhere, so much so you tilt your head with a ‘huh?’, “I love you, Y/N.” It’s not the first time he’s said it, Jake’s probably proclaimed his love for you a million times over, but this one feels like its meaning runs a little deeper than the others.

Pouting you squish his cheeks with your palms and kiss his protruded lips, “I love you too, Jake.” The moment is so sweet it could make anyone sick and if you saw anyone else act the way you two did you would probably want to throw them in a fireplace for being so cringy but by your logic, since it’s you and Jake it’s fine.

It dawns on you how this sentimental moment is being had with his current attire, “I need you out of this thong, I’m sorry.” A giggle leaves your lips when you look down to see distressed Rudolph once again.

“He still wants that pet, y’know. He’s earned it now.” Jake jumps slightly to bounce his cock and make the reindeer nod.

“For the love of God if you stop doing that I’ll do anything you want.” You plead, hands covering your face.

Kicking his slippers off hurriedly and ridding himself of the hopefully never to be seen again underwear, he lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom, kissing your nose delicately. As he walks you see the thong lying sadly on the floor.

You’re never going to look at Rudolph the same again.

#enha fluff #enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #jake smut #jake fluff #enha x reader #aj writes #enhypen #i will forever write unserious jake content

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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Today was Baby Poldine’s first day of school ! The idea for now is just to get her used to being in a narrow enclosed area without getting stressed, and pet her everywhere while she’s in there to desensitise her (especially her head & legs), so she can start wearing a halter next month.

People who were here in 2019 might remember that this simple gentle curriculum didn’t work very well with Baby Pampe. No amount of nothing happening while stuck in a small enclosed area ever made Pampe accept the concept of small enclosed area. It just made her more determined to escape. One of my posts about this ended with:

This didn’t make me worry too much about Poldine’s education, because by now I’ve accepted that you can’t use Pampérigouste as an indication of how llamas in general behave. Getting Poldine to enter the chute was incredibly easy in comparison to her mum! She saw that her hay net was here and trustingly went up to it—while Pampe was standing outside the corral like

Shhhh.

Poldine was quite stressed in the beginning, her little legs were shaking and she folded herself up like a caterpillar trying to find an exit—

—but at no point did it occur to her to jump over any fences, because that’s wrong. Once she stopped squirming I gave her a treat and then petted her for a bit. She was very tense, poor thing, and making anxious little hums.

It’s raining and you’re soggy and smell like wet goat. This isn’t fun for either of us.

She was clearly wondering what horrible thing was about to happen to her, and then I opened the chute and let her back up and out of it and she was looking around like “That’s it...?” She even got distracted from her initial project to get the hell away from here, when she realised her breakfast was still there. (Baby Pampe never would have let food distract her from freedom.)

To congratulate her for remaining in the corral a couple more minutes than she strictly had to, she got an extra clementine peel that was meant for Pirlouit.

Still, she ran to her mum as soon as she was out of the corral and tried to nurse for comfort. The chute was a little bit scary. (And Pampe was like no, we’ve got hay right here, are you kidding me.)

Pampoldine took the rebuff philosophically. She didn’t look very traumatised by llama school, unlike Pampe who was extra annoying and elopey on days when she had to spend 5 min in the chute. Baby Poldine looked almost proud of herself !

Also unlike Pampe who sulked and avoided me for a while after every lesson, Poldine followed me when I went to give my last clementine peeling to Pirlouit, and tried to argue that she was more deserving of it.

And finally, when I looked back on my way home I saw that all the animals were outside the corral finishing the hay, except Poldine who had gone back inside all by herself and was curiously examining the chute she was stuck in 10 min before, like “what was that about”

So, a very positive first lesson! Poldine was such a good girl, and the drastic contrast with 2019 is another confirmation of what all of us already suspected (Pampe is Pampe.)

#crawling along #then again pampe becomes a model llama when she has an opportunity to gaslight me in front of strangers so it's okay #like when the shearer came and was like ''but what were you talking about this is the most cooperative llama in the world''#me: :l #(this post is dedicated to the anon who said poldine was their favourite along with pandolf because they're both sweethearts!#i'm happy to say she lived up to your expectations today)

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hikarimiyanaga · 5 months

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The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

#daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfic #omegaverse fic

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Anniversary Treat

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: This is very much inspired by the very sexy scene between Al (obviously another Miles character) and his wife, Francoise in Episode 2 of The Offer (Yes, I 1000% used a gif of it for this post, and no, I’m not sorry. It’s SFW enough if you don’t look too closely 😂).

Warnings: NSFW (18+) - explicit sexual content: slight teasing, oral sex (male receiving), and unprotected PIV between a married couple.

“Ugh, wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been so full in my whole life,” you laughed, tripping slightly over your own two feet as you and Bradley walked through the door of your hotel room.

“Hmm,” Bradley murmured with a grin, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. “I had a feeling I should have cut you off before that final glass of wine,” he teased, his lips pressed against your ear as he slid your coat off your shoulders.

“Party pooper,” you shot back with a grin of your own, nudging him playfully in the side before making your way over to the couch and kicking your high heels off with a relieved sigh. “Nothing feels as good as taking your heels off after a long night,” you murmured, your head falling back against the cushions.

Bradley had managed to secure leave just in time for your anniversary. The two of you had planned a little weekend getaway to New York City to celebrate. Neither of you had been to the city since you were kids, so it seemed like a fun destination. Mav and Penny had graciously agreed to watch Nick for the weekend while you were away. It was the first time you had left your son for more than a few hours, which was hard, but you were also grateful for this time alone with your husband.

After a full day of sightseeing and visiting some of the museums you’d been hoping to cross off your list, you and Bradley had gotten dressed up and treated yourselves to an evening of pasta, wine, and the best cannoli known to man in Little Italy. You were probably still going to be stuffed on the plane ride home, but it was worth it. And besides, you had a very luxurious room in the Plaza Hotel to relax in while you worked your way out of your carb coma.

Bradley smiled at you as you closed your eyes and stretched your legs out in front of you, enjoying the freedom your poor feet were now experiencing. Hanging both your coats up, he asked, “Really? Nothing?” Lifting your head, you saw that he was smirking mischievously.

“Well, maybe not nothing,” you admitted, laughing as you brushed your hair over your shoulder. Your cheeks were flushed from a combination of the wine, the chill of the winter evening, and the excitement of being with the man you loved.

Collapsing on the couch beside you, Bradley reached for your legs and pulled them into his lap, taking one foot in his hands and massaging it gently.

“What did I ever do to deserve such a man?” you asked, letting out a sigh of appreciation as he pressed his thumb into a particularly sore spot on the ball of your foot.

Bradley just grinned, looking at you with the tender expression that never failed to make you feel like your heart was actually melting inside your chest. “Did you have a good day today, baby?” he asked, switching his attention to your other foot.

“I did. The best day,” you told him, reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. “But it’s always the best day whenever I’m with you. Happy Anniversary,” you whispered, leaning in closer.

“Happy Anniversary, honey,” Bradley replied, closing the gap between you and capturing your lips with his own. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but soon enough, the heat between the two of you started to grow.

Burying your fingers in his hair, you pressed your body more closely to Bradley’s until he was pulling you onto his lap, hiking your dress up so that your thighs were straddling him. Your mouths moved together in a hungry rhythm, your tongue teasingly running along his bottom lip, begging for entrance.

“Baby,” Bradley moaned against your lips, his hands reaching up to tear at your clothes. You were glad you had decided to wear the black silk chiffon wrap dress tonight. Though he fumbled with the ribbon tied securely about your waist for a moment or two, he quickly had your dress opened, exposing the black lace bra you’d worn underneath. He let out a soft sound of yearning, which both made you smile and aroused you at the same time.

Letting your head fall back slowly, you let out your own soft sighs of pleasure as your husband began peppering your breasts with kisses, nipping gently at your skin and rubbing your nipples through your bra until they hardened to tight little nubs, straining against the lacy material.

“Bradley,” you moaned, rubbing yourself against him slowly. You could feel him hardening in desire beneath you. You certainly knew that you were already wet with need for him. Hooking your finger under his chin, you lifted his face from your chest and pressed another deep kiss to his lips, his hands coming to rest on the small of your back as you did so.

All you wanted in that moment was your lips on him. Bradley always wanted to take care of your needs before his own, but tonight he was going to get the attention that he deserved. Still kissing him heatedly, your fingers began playing with the buttons on his dress shirt, nimbly undoing them one by one until you were able to pull his shirt open, untucking it from the waistband of his pants and tossing it to the floor behind you. As your lips began their descent across his jaw and down his neck, you ran your hands over his chest, still covered by his undershirt. For now, anyway.

“Honey,” Bradley groaned out, his fingers burying themselves in your hair as you covered his neck with kisses, your red lipstick leaving its mark everywhere. As you kissed him, your hand slid down his body until it came to rest over the bulge in his pants, massaging it softly. “You’re driving me crazy, baby,” he said in a hoarse voice, gently tucking some of your hair behind your ear as you pulled back to gaze at him.

“Sorry,” you whispered, planting a few more kisses on his neck. “Do you want me to stop?” you teased, a tiny smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

“Hell no,” Bradley laughed, gently brushing his thumb across your cheek.

Smiling fully this time, you planted one more kiss on his lips, then slowly began sliding down his body until you were kneeling on the carpeted floor before him, your eyes rising to meet his as you reached for the button and zipper on his pants.

Looking down at you, kneeling before him with your dress flung open wide and your cheeks flushed with desire, an expression of desperate, hungry need filled your husband’s eyes. You recognized it all too well because you knew the same expression was mirrored in your own eyes.

With a little shifting and some assistance from your husband, you managed to slide his pants off, his bulge becoming all the more obvious now that he was only wearing his boxers. Sliding your hands up underneath his undershirt, you began pressing kisses to the exposed skin just above his waistband. You could feel his body tensing up, his gaze resting on you as he let out a small groan of approval.

You moved one hand to cup him gently through his boxers, peppering the insides of his thighs with soft kisses, your breath warm against his bare skin.

“Baby, you’re really torturing me now,” Bradley murmured in a strangled voice, his hand slipping into your hair and pulling it away from your face.

“Okay, no more teasing,” you told him in a breathy voice, your own pulse racing from the power of your arousal and desire for him. Tugging on the waistband of his boxers, you pulled them down until they were pooled around his ankles, exposing his stiff erection. He was hard and throbbing for you, veins exposed and the head of his penis already coated with pre-cum.

Lowering your head, you wrapped one hand around his base and pressed a delicate kiss to the side of his length, which caused him to shudder slightly. As his eyes closed and his head fell back against the couch cushions, he let out a low moan of pleasure.

You continued your slow, deliberate movements, covering the full length of him with kisses as your hands softly stroked him. You settled in comfortably between his legs, occasionally moving your head to press more kisses to his inner thighs. The sound of your husband moaning your name was all the encouragement you needed.

Bradley was practically twitching with need when you finally wrapped your lips around the head of his penis, swirling your tongue around it at a tantalizingly slow speed.

“Fuck, baby,” Bradley cried out, his hips bucking slightly as you rested your hands on the tops of his thighs. You continued your movements, heart hammering in your chest as you raised your eyes and met your husband’s gaze. You knew he always found it sexy when you made eye contact while you were going down on him. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you pulled back so that you could run your tongue along the underside of him, which made him bite down on his fist to keep from moaning too loudly.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer if you kept teasing him like this, you took him into your mouth again, more fully this time. You could hear him sighing, almost in relief, as you began to lower down on him, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you could feel him pressing against the back of your throat. Restraining your gag reflex, you began to bob your head up and down slowly, sucking on him in earnest.

“Baby…oh, baby,” Bradley panted, holding your hair back so that he could gaze down at you. “God, honey, you are so fucking gorgeous,” he gasped, biting down on his lip as your mouth and tongue pleasured him beyond measure. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he begged, which made your heart melt and your pulse race at the same exact time.

You didn’t. You wouldn’t. Not in a million years. As good as he always made you feel, you wanted to make him feel even better. The sound of his moans, the sight of him with his head flung back in the abandonment of passion, the feel of his fingers wrapped tightly in your hair—all of it was the sexiest thing you had ever experienced.

“Baby, I—oh, I’m not going to last much longer,” Bradley told you, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head as you continued to bob up and down on his thick, hard length. When you could feel the familiar tremble pass through his body, you lowered your head down as far as you were able, just in time for him to coat the back of your throat. You held on, letting him ride through his ejaculation as he cried out your name, the sound of it so sweet on his lips.

When he finally finished, you pulled back slowly, swallowing the semen that had spilled into your mouth and gently licking the head of his penis clean. Trembling slightly yourself, you rested your cheek against his thigh as he reached down and tenderly stroked your cheek.

“How was that for an anniversary present?” you asked with a shaky laugh, kissing his hand.

“Honey, I—I don’t even have the words,” Bradley said slowly, shaking his head in awe. “You are the most incredible woman,” he told you, lifting you up into his arms and settling you back down on his lap. “I have to have you, baby. Right now,” he whispered, kissing you again and slowly rising from the couch with you in his arms.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kissed him back and let out a soft squeal of pleasure as he carried you over to the bed, dropping you down gently on its soft surface.

Standing beside the bed, Bradley lifted one of your legs in the air and pressed a kiss to your inner calf, smiling at the way it made you mewl in delight. He made quick work of the rest of your wrap dress, tossing it to the floor, followed quickly by your bra and his undershirt, The time for foreplay was over. He wanted you now, and he meant it.

“How the hell do you deal with these things?” he demanded, tugging at the waistband of your stockings, which made you giggle. Bradley always had such a hard time when you were wearing stockings, especially when his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. “Hell, baby, I’ll buy you another pair,” he groaned, tearing them quickly and letting the tattered nylon float to the floor. In a second, your panties had joined them and your husband was on top of you, already rock hard once more and pressed against your slick entrance.

“Happy Anniversary, baby,” you whispered against his lips, cupping his face in your hands and looking into his eyes.

“Happy Anniversary, honey,” Bradley whispered in return, slipping his way inside you as his hips thrust against yours. He kissed your throat as your back arched up off the bed in pleasure, a loud cry tearing from your throat as your bodies moved together as one.

As worked up as the two of you were, neither of you lasted too long, your pants and moans filling the room as Bradley pumped into you over and over again, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you.

“Baby! Baby!” you cried out, clinging to him as you felt yourself approaching the precipice of a big climax.

Reaching down to lace his fingers through yours, Bradley kissed you softly, resting his forehead against yours. “Let go, baby. I’m right behind you.”

Moments later, the two of you finished together, riding out your joint orgasms with Bradley still buried deep inside you. Chests heaving, you lay together in the afterglow of your lovemaking, soaking up the feel of one another’s bodies.

“I love you,” Bradley whispered, dropping a kiss to the top of your head as he snuggled against you, wrapping his arms around you.

“I love you, too,” you murmured back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and nuzzling against his neck.

“We better order a wake-up call if we want to get up in time for breakfast tomorrow,” he teased, pulling the blankets up around the both of you.

“Mmm, you know, breakfast at the Plaza is nice, but I could really go for one of those croissants and a cup of coffee from that cart on the corner,” you admitted, biting back a smile.

“Only you, baby,” Bradley laughed, kissing you with affection. “Only you.”

Note: I totally had to include the part about the croissant and coffee because that was the moment when Francoise Glazer officially became an iconic queen in my eyes!

#rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #x reader #x female reader

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liquid-luck-00 · 7 months

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Marks of Magic

Day 2 Vampire

Maribat Spooktober 2023

Previous *** Next

I didn’t mean for this to become a song fic but that’s where it ended up (Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo)

Language and cursing is used

1790 words

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She woke up the next morning, and it was so peaceful. She didn’t have to worry about Hawkmoth, she didn’t have to worry what her classmates thought of her. That just gave her so much freedom in fact she smiled, taking a breath of air for the first time in what seemed like years.

She bounced downstairs, earlier than her normal on a Saturday morning.

"some one is in good spirits today." Her Maman smiled as she came into the kitchen.

"Of course I am!" She tackled her mom in a hug.

"Did something happen at school?" Her Maman hugged her back. A second later her face turned somber, knowingly she asked. "Did Lila do something?... Alya?"

"Yes and no. I'll tell you and Papa at dinner."

"Okay Baio Bai." She flicked her on the nose. "For now help me get your father to eat something." She held a tray of berries, yogurt, granola, and coffee up for her to take down.

"Well isn’t this a surprise." Her papa smiled as she walked in to the bakery kitchen.

"Well it’s too nice to be crammed in my room." She offered.

"So what did your mother send?" He clapped his hands as flour clouded in the kitchen.

"A few staples." She started mixing granola into the yogurt, and tossing in a few of her papa’s favorite berries, before handing him the bowl.

"Any plans princess?"

"Don’t know." She shrugged. "Maybe walk around and sketch. I was also thinking about dropping by the Couffaine’s."

"Does he treat you right?"

"Papa!!" She blushed, covering her face with her hands. "He’s a good friend, nothing else."

She finally muttered when she found her voice again.

"He is a good kid Mari. Besides if he doesn’t he has to go through me."

She could only laugh before excusing herself.

She never thought of it before, never let herself truly think she could be in a relationship, but…

Luka knows who she is, was, damn that punched her in the gut. But he knows, and she made sure he was the only one that actually remembered that particular secret of hers. Sass had even been with him until a week ago, but could she actually let herself say it to him.

Without realizing she was coming up on the dock.

"How are ya lassie, come aboard." She heard Mdm. Couffaine call out to her.

"Thank you. How have you been?" She asked easily to the sweet pirate of a woman.

"All is good. He’s down in his cabin."

"Thank you." She walked down and approached the door, strums of a guitar floated through the hall. She lifted a hand up to knock, but the door swung open. She hadn’t noticed it had stopped.

"Marinette."

"Luka…" The words died in her throat, her eyes began to sting.

"It’s okay, my melody."

Yes she was relieved that everything was over but that couldn’t last. She lost her best friend, Tikki had become such a huge piece of her and now she was gone. She guarded the kwamii, learned what made each one special. Barkk's loyalty and obsession with the knight's order. Wayzz's fondness of the other's antics and his calmness. She finally let her emotions rage through her without fearing repercussions.

"Marinette!" Luka’s usual calm melted into panic as she broke down.

"It's..." She choked on her words, everything from the night before crashed against her closed eyes.

Luka started to hum, pulling her into a hug. His steady heartbeat combined with his peaceful humming calmed some small part of her. "He's gone." He leaned back, a silent question in his gaze, 'who'. "Hawkmoth." She whispered before emotion overtook her once again.

They stayed like that for a while. Luka didn't pry, didn't try to stop her from feeling everything. At some point they ended up sitting on the bed, Luka started playing his guitar.

"You know you don't have to tell me." Luka finally spoke, not missing a note. "But if you want to I'll listen."

"I..." She pursed her lips, she was about to say more when the door swung open.

"Oh!" Juleka stood in the door, surprised to see the two of them. Her emotions then schooled themselves, ignoring Marinette, and turned towards Luka. "Everyone's here." The quiet girl turned and left.

"Come on." Luka extended his hand. "You need a distraction."

She took it and let him pull her through the house boat. There on the deck was almost half the class. Kitty Section (which included Rose, Ivan, and Juleka), Mylene, Adrien, Alix, Alya and Nino who were sitting next to Lila. Everyone turned and once they saw her scowled.

"Why are you here?" Alex voiced what everyone must have been thinking,

"Well... I..." she didn't know why, just that it felt right, even as Luka dragged her on the stage.

"Come on, just try." Luka placed the microphone in her hand as he plugged his guitar into the amp.

"But I don't..." She bit her lip unsure. Luka started strumming the song only he could hear. She just had to put lyrics to it. "Okay."

She let every thing pour int her words. Her sadness, joy, anger, everything she attempted and failed to tell Luka. Her eyes steeled as she became more confident with every note. Her first target was Alya.

'Hate to give the satisfaction, asking how you're doing now

How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

Just what you wanted

Look at you, cool guy, you got it'

Her eyes turned and caught Adrien's as the words formed in her mind mere moments before they crossed her lips.

'I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes

Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise

I loved you truly

Gotta laugh at the stupidity'

Without hesitating she stared at Lila.

'Cause I've made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine

I should've known it was strange

You only come out at night

I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, famefucker

Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire'

She took a short breath before continuing.. now catching Nino's attention.

'And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

You're so convincing

How do you lie without flinching?

(How do you lie, how do you lie, how do you lie?)'

Her eyes swept her 'friends' before landing on Alix.

'Ooh, what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill

Can't figure out just how you do it, and God knows I never will

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better'

As she began the chorus again she closed her eyes and stepped back, furthering herself from those on the deck.

'I've made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine

I should've known it was strange

You only come out at night

I used to think I was smart

But you've made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, famefucker

Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire'

She picked up the pace and tried to catch everyone's eyes, but they seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

'You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?

You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart

I tried you help you out, now I know that I can't

'Cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand

I've made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine

I should've known it was strange

You only come out at night

I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, famefucker

Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire'

She took a gulp of air, now standing next to Luka. His, and everyone's, attention on her as he continued before cutting abruptly. "Better?"

she never thought it would actually be so releiving, but it was. she giggled at thats, a light smile entwined in the laughter. Such a contrast to what had come out of her heart seconds ago. "Yeah. So much fucking better."

He smiled at her, a small grin, but his eyes were bright, knowing. Her heart skipped as she felt her cheeks heat up.

"Gurl! You can't just show up and diss us like nothing!" Alya shouted nearly jumping up at her.

"Good thing I didn't plan it." she grumbled at the bespekled girl.

"Bull!" Alix jumped in. "We all heard that."

"Then consider it my good bye." She replaced the microphone and started down the steps. Luka catching up to her, he took her hand and their fingers intertwined, almost like second nature.

"Don't." Juleka grabbed Luka's shoulder turning him, and her in turn. "Please." She pleaded.

"I'm dissapointed." He took a step back and

squeezed her hand. "In all of you."

He pulled her and they walked off the boat.

"They're gone." she breathed after they walked a mile or two through the city,

"Hawkmoth?" He asked.

"Yes. But..." she finally stopped. "I released them."

"Who?"

"The kwamii." Her gaze was solely on her shoes and the pavement below.

"Oh." He lifted her chin. "Are you okay with that?"

She spilled. Everything that happend the night before. Everything that led up to her outburst yesterday and earlier. All the things she avoided telling him before. Once she finished she watched his reaction, hoping he wouldn't hate her, hoping that he could forgive her. Because she is why he will never see Sass again, never getting to be a hero again.

"Are they happy?"

The question caught her off guard. "I think so."

"Then you did the right thing."

she rose up on her toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Thank you,"

A flash of teal exploded in front of her, but it lasted only a second when it was gone she was about to ask what happened, but the questioned died on her lips. There on Luka's wrist sat the miraculous of the snake.

"I guess they are still watching out for us."

"They said as much." She smiled, before adding. "They also said if I needed their power they'd lend it."

"Let's not test it so soon." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before they started walking again. "So Gotham."

#Maribat Spooktober 2023 #Maribat October Prompts #I’ll get to the DC aspect soon Paris just needs to resolve a bit first #maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #dc x miraculous #miraculous x dc #ml marinette #ml luka #luka x mari x jason

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anti-romantico · 7 months

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[work trip] the boyz sangyeon

warnings: slow-burn, use of the word "daddy" idk if I should apologize for this one lmao, oral (f receiving), protected sex (I earned a cookie for this), hint of a second round

words: 3571

Working as an assistant wasn’t in your plans when you graduated, but as long as you could pay your bills with the salary without having to get another job, you were more than happy.

And it wasn’t like your boss was terrible or a creep. He was young, didn’t have kids, but always liked to spoil his friend’s, it was like his favorite hobby.

You arrived at your desk 15 minutes before your usual time this morning. You didn’t know your driver was in such a rush, but you preferred to not ask and let him drive while you hold on for dear life.

— You’re early. — Your boss said, walking out of his office.

— My driver must have had something important to do after dropping me off. — You answered. — Good morning, Mr. Lee. — You bowed your head a little.

He softly smiled. — Good morning. Did you receive my email?

— Yes, you wanted to talk to me. — You confirmed.

And even though it wasn’t a question, Sangyeon nodded. — It was going to be later, but considering you still have 10 more minutes of freedom and that I’ll leave earlier. Come to my office, please.

You felt cold sweat all over your body. Did you mention he made you insanely nervous? And you knew the thoughts you sometimes had about him would be firing you in a second.

You sat down on the chair in front of his desk and waited for him to talk. Sangyeon took off his blazer and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat down on his own chair.

— Do you want water? — He suddenly asked. And you didn’t know if it was the nervousness, but you sensed a hint of mockery in his tone.

— No, thank you, Mr. Lee. — You said, looking away.

You heard him scoff. — Well, I wanted to talk to you because we received an invitation to an investors meeting in Gangmun. And although it will only be 3 meetings, it’s going to be a whole week. You can pack some swimsuits if you want. We are leaving on Friday.

And Friday arrived too fast for your liking. The organizers of this trip made sure his future investors traveled comfortably because your seats were first class and the hotel was 5 stars.

Your room and Sanyeon’s were next to each other, and while you were unpacking, someone knocked on your door.

— Hi, I just got a call. Our first meeting is tomorrow morning, so that means you have the whole day free. — You nodded. — Oh. These were in my room, to let the hotel staff know you’re here as part of the trip. Pretty sure you’ll have courtesies. — Sangyeon grabbed your left arm and put on the white plastic bracelet. — And you have only one more replacement, so be careful. — He let it go.

— Thanks. So am I free to do anything today? — You asked, already making plans.

— I mean, yes, just don’t go to sleep late, the meeting is at 11am, right after breakfast. — You giggled, he was using the same tone he used with his friend’s kids.

— Right, thank you, Mr. Lee. — You smiled and waited for him to leave.

The next morning, you got up and took a bath. You were getting dressed when you released how hungry you were. You were almost ready when Sangyeon knocked on your door.

— Slept well? — Was the first thing he asked when you opened your door.

— Yes, thank you, Mr. Lee. You too? — You asked, closing your door, making sure it was locked.

— You can say that. I always have a difficult time sleeping the first night outside my home.

— That happened to me once, I just asked for more pillows. — You said. He called the elevator and nodded.

Breakfast was quiet. The restaurant was full of businessmen, and some even looked at both of you from time to time. None of them came accompanied by their assistant? You wanted to ask Sanyeon about it, but he was too immersed in his phone.

— Aren't you going to order, Mr. Lee? — You took him out of his thoughts.

— I only ordered a coffee, [Y/N], I'm not that hungry. — Sangyeon put away his phone and gave you his whole attention.

After his coffee and your fruit salad arrived, you casually talked about your plans for the next day. Not noticing everyone's eyes were on you two.

Not even in the meeting room you noticed the businessmen gossiping around, you just assumed they were talking about, well, business.

The next day finally arrived, and room service was like your alarm to get off the bed.

"Courtesy from the house" the bellman said.

You sent Sangyeon a message to tell him you were having your breakfast in your room and that it would be ok for him to join, but he rejected the offer saying he was already having breakfast with some colleague at the restaurant.

After finishing, you grabbed one of the bikinis you packed and got ready to enjoy the pool.

— Hi! — A voice called your attention when you were looking for your sunglasses.

A guy with black hair and tattoos was right in front of you.

— Hi.

— I wasn't sure if you were the lady from the meeting room. I'm Kevin.

— [Y/N]. — You gazed over him, watching him sit down on the chair beside yours. — Are you an investor?

— I'm one of the organizers, actually. — You slightly panicked. — I wanted to talk to you yesterday, but you didn't seem to have a moment away from Mr. Lee.

— Yeah, he often forgets small but important details and I have to remind him.

— Oh, so you're his assistant? — Kevin sounded genuinely surprised.

— I am, is there a problem?

— No, I think it's smart of him to bring his assistant. Most of these men think they know everything and often humiliate themselves.

— Tell me about it, in all the work trips I've been since I started to work for Mr. Lee, at least one man interrupts the head of the investors and ends up being kicked out of the meeting.

— Oh I've seen it happen, it's really funny. Anyways, didn't mean to interrupt your free day, but let me take you for a drink or two. How about your next free day?

— The day after tomorrow?

— Sure, I know those meetings can be exhausting, can't imagine how tired you end up. So, is it ok for you?

— Yeah, let me know the time.

You watched Kevin leave and finally got into the pool when he was out of your sight.

And he was right about the meetings. Businessmen always liked to show off their intelligence, thinking they knew more than the rest. Sangyeon would look at you from time to time, to make sure you weren't too tired.

— I can excuse you if you want to leave. — He whispered in your ear. You swallowed hard.

— And miss this? No way. — You whispered back, making him giggle.

Your eyes then were caught by Kevin's, he was giving you a teasing look that left you feeling uneasy.

The next night, you dressed casually and went to the bar of the hotel. On your way to the elevator, you met Sangyeon and the colleague he had breakfast with the other day.

— Going somewhere special? — Sangyeon arched his brow when he saw how well dressed you were.

— Yeah, going to the bar, a friend invited me. — You didn't exactly want to tell him that one of the organizers invited you.

— That's great, have a good time, just don't forget…

— We have the last meeting tomorrow, I know. I won't come back late. — Sangyeon smiled and let you go.

— How long have you been working with Mr. Lee. — Kevin asked, already three drinks in.

You sighed. — Two years, but I started in the archive until he realized I was acting like his assistant so he decided to hire me as such.

— Nice, starting from the bottom… — You laughed and nodded. — I'm going to say this before I get too drunk. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable.

— Why would you?

— Just me and my thoughts. They like to assume things. — You finished your drink and waited for him to talk. — I just thought you were either the wife or the affair.

And fortunately you already swallowed your drink before he said those words because you would've choked.

— Why would you think that?

— I mean, he brought you. Investors usually come alone.

— What do you mean?

— We only sent one invitation. Not saying he has done it in the past, everyone does things differently, but in this case, we only invited him and he asked for permission to bring someone, all expenses on him, of course.

You couldn't believe him. What if this wasn't the first time?

After getting another drink and changing topics, you two decided it was time to go back and sleep. You were still talking in the elevator when it reached Kevin's floor. He said goodnight and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

Once you got to your floor, you calmly walked to your door, but a voice in your head convinced you it was a good time for answers.

You knocked Sangyeon's door and waited, getting no answer. You knocked again, impatiently.

— [Y/N], it’s late, what’s wrong? — Sangyeon finally opened his door.

— Why did you bring me?

— What?

— You’re paying for my room and my “courtesies”, you thought I wouldn’t know?

Sangyeon moved to let you in his room. You walked in and waited beside him.

— What’s so wrong about it? — He said after closing his door.

— You lied to me! You told me I was also invited and that the organizers were paying for my food and such. I work for you, why would you do this?

— Ok, let’s get this straight. You don’t work for me, you work with me. Without you I would forget half of the stuff I have to do during the day, I needed you here.

— Are you sure about that? Was paying for such an expensive hotel room necessary?

— Yes. — You closed your mouth surprised.

— Wow, this is beyond unprofessional, Sangyeon.

— I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, but ever since you started working in the company you haven’t had proper vacations.

— How about you hire someone else and I find somewhere else to work? — You asked. You tried to open the door, but Sangyeon had his whole weight on his arms, stopping you.

— Are you seriously quitting right now?

You didn’t turn around. — No, unlike you, I’m a professional. I’ll finish this trip, enjoy my last days here. You’ll have my resignation letter on your desk by Monday.

He sighed and let you go. He couldn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, you sent him a message saying you'll have your breakfast in your room, so he could go to the restaurant without you. And Sangyeon thought you’d also miss the meeting, but you were waiting for him outside the meeting room.

— It’s not necessary, [Y/N], I'm pretty sure this meeting will be a recap of the other two. — Sangyeon said in a lower voice, not wanting the other businessmen to hear him.

You sighed. — Ms. Kim only invited the investors she was truly interested in working with.

Sangyeon bit his lower lip fighting the urge to laugh. — I told you I needed you here.

— Meeting is about to start, Mr. Lee. — You said, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach when you heard those words.

After the meeting, you waited for him to finish talk with Ms. Kim. You got distracted with the beautiful view the meeting room had. Sangyeon called your name after some minutes and you followed him, saying goodbye to Ms. Kim.

— Well, — Sangyeon and you stopped at your door. — Our flight is on Sunday.

— I know. See you then. — You opened your door and looked at him.

— I really hope you reconsider what you said last night. I promise this won’t happen again.

— See you on Sunday, Mr. Lee.

You were in the pool enjoying the warm water. The businessmen were already leaving. You noticed when Kevin was checking out. “I just thought you were either the wife or the affair” his words made echo in your head. God, who else thought that about you. He looked in your direction and waved goodbye. You smiled and waved back.

— May I? — Sangyeon’s voice made you turn around.

You shrugged and kept swimming, ignoring that he took off his shirt. After 5 minutes of complete silence, you sat on the edge of the pool and turned your head to talk to him.

— Was this the first time you did it? — You asked.

— What? Paying for a whole hotel room, first class flights, food and all-access bracelets for you? — He answered in a sarcastic tone.

— And you still want me to work for you? — You turned your body this time.

— Of course. I know I should’ve told you, but would you have agreed to go all those times knowing I was paying for you? — You stayed silent. — Listen, if you decide to still work with me — Sanyeon made emphasis on the “with”. — I’ll still pay for you, you already do half of my job, just take it as a way to thank you.

You got up and walked to the chair where your towel was. — Did you know some of those businessmen thought I was your wife or even your mistress? And I’m sure it’s not the first time people think that.

— I don’t know why people would think that, [Y/N], we don’t behave like a couple at all. Also, if it’s not true, why are you so worried?

You stopped your tracks and turned around. — You don’t get it, do you? It has nothing to do with how we act, it’s you paying every single penny for me on these business trips that I shouldn't even be on.

— Like I said, I’ll still pay for you if you decide to stay on the boat, and it’ll be the same with the next assistant. — Sangyeon got up and walked to you.

— Then I still stand by my decision to give you my resignation letter on Monday. — He was so close you could feel his breath.

— We make such an amazing team, you have a good salary, I pay for your vacations. I don’t think you’ll be able to find another job like this one.

— Am I your assistant or your sugar baby, Sangyeon?

— I don't know, which one do you want to be?

— You're not implying that…

— It's your decision, pretty.

You didn't care how you looked, you were tired of fighting your inner you to look like a big girl for once. — Do you want me to be only your sugar baby?

And Sangyeon loved the change of aura. — How about we have this very important conversation in my room.

If walls could talk, you were sure Sangyeon's room would gasp before such a scene.

You were under him, hungrily kissing, both of your hands were held over your head with one hand of his while his free hand was exploring every inch of your naked skin, sending shivers from your spine to your cunt.

— Is here where you want me, pretty? — He asked in your ear, running his middle and index fingers over your clothed pussy. — Would you allow me to taste you?

— Please… I…

Sangyeon let your arms go and got down on you, pulling down your bikini bottom. — Tell me if you want me to stop.

He started to lick, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't show any type of discomfort, he continued by opening your folds with his fingers and finally giving your wet pussy a hard lick that made you moan really loud.

And he didn't give you a moment to breathe, he was sucking on your clit and toying with it with his tongue.

— Fuck… Daddy… please… — You sighed, pulling his hair.

— Are you close, pretty? — He said against your cunt.

You nodded and grabbed the pillows that were beside you before grabbing his face and pulling him to you. — Do you have condoms?

Sangyeon kept fingering you. — I'm so glad they didn't go to waste this time.

You giggled when you saw him rush to his backpack and take two metallic envelopes.

And you thought you were finally going to see his dick when he got back to the bed, but before you could say a word, he was back on your pussy, spreading your legs open to finish the job. You had to push him when he kept eating you out after you had your orgasm.

— Do you remember how you just called me? — Sangyeon asked, taking out one of the condoms and rolling it down on his hard cock.

— I don't think so. — You playfully said, sighing when you felt his tip against your entrance.

— Make some memory because I want to hear it more often.

The whole room was filled with moans, grunts and wet sounds. Your arms were back over your head while your tongues were fighting. You threw your head back with another loud moan when he brushed the spot.

— Right there, daddy. — You whined, hugging his hips with your legs.

Sangyeon's hips took control and kept ramming against you, making the bed squeak.

Your juices were dripping to the bed, letting you know you were close. — Daddy… — You couldn't finish your sentence, you felt your whole body burning. Sangyeon kissed you and massaged your clit, receiving all your moans in his mouth.

— Give it to me, pretty. Cum for me. — His grip on your wrists was deadly, there will be marks the next morning.

You felt how you teared your throat with how loud you moaned while cumming. Sangyeon cummed right after with how tight your pussy was squeezing him.

After five minutes of cleaning yourselves, you went to the bathroom to pee while he was looking for something for you to wear.

— Do you know my room is next to yours, right? — You said, sitting down on his bed.

— Do you promise you'll come back? — He grabbed you by the chain and made you look up.

— Why wouldn't I come back? — Sangyeon gave you a sweet kiss and let you go, getting in the bathroom.

You went to your room to change clothes and pack all your things, leaving everything ready for the next morning.

Once you were in your pajamas, you went to Sangyeon's room. He was already laying down waiting for you.

— Are you hungry? — He asked. He was now wearing sweatpants, but didn't bother to wear a shirt. And the slight tent under the pants gave you a hint that he also didn't have underwear on.

— Kind of. — You crawled through the bed to him and straddled him.

— Do you want me to order something? — His hand shamelessly massaged your butt.

— I think we have a conversation pending, Mr. Lee. — You said before kissing his neck.

— Are you sure you want to have that conversation like this? Fuck… — You licked his neck all the way to his ear. — I don't want you to be my sugar baby, [Y/N]. — You stopped, but didn't move. — I want to start a romantic relationship with you.

Your soul came back to your body, made you laugh. You hit him on his chest. — Is it too hard to ask me to be your girlfriend?

Sangyeon pulled you to kiss you. — And about the job…

— You already know my position on that. — You answered, intertwining your fingers with his.

— You said it yourself. You're a professional, but if you consider you can't separate our relationship at work, then I'll respect your decision.

— What about the rest of the workers?

— I'm the one signing the checks, pretty, if they want to doubt on the position you are in, then they can have a word with me.

The next morning, you turned off your alarm and stretched your body without opening your eyes. You giggled when you felt Sangyeon's lips on the skin of your back.

— Morning, pretty. — His raspy and deep voice made you clench around nothing.

You turned your body and kissed him. — Morning, handsome.

— Call me cheesy, but it's my first night here sleeping the whole night. — Sangyeon kissed you again, pulling one of your legs over his waist.

You felt his morning wood and bit his lower lip, making him groan. — Do you have any plans for today? — You said over his lips.

— Enjoying this really comfortable bed with my girlfriend. — His hips buckled up, brushing his erection on your stomach. — And I was thinking of rescheduling our flight and staying a few more days.

Your hand traveled inside of his pajama pants and started massaging him. — That sounds lovely, but I don't think we have enough condoms for that.

— I can still order more. — His fingers pulled down your shorts and underwear before reaching for the condom that he left over the nightstand last night.

You helped him with it and guided him to your entrance, feeling a pinch of pain for the lack of preparation.

— How long do you want to stay? — Sangyeon asked over your lips, thrusting into you.

— How about you make me cum and then we can talk about anything you want? — Your finger dug in his back, leaving marks.

#kpop smut #the boyz smut #the boyz sangyeon smut #sangyeon smut #the boyz hard hours #sangyeon hard hours #the boyz sangyeon hard hours

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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For @ellipsis-dotdotdot, based on the prompt: “one of the Pedro Lives!Isabelas running away, if you please?”

I went with Fracture AU.

Isabela plans to run away. Thoughts of identity, change and freedom.

(As she’s kicked out anyways in Imperfect, her disappearance wouldn’t be noticed; and Luminous Isabela would be very open about it and that takes away the drama).

Comments are always appreciated.

~~~~~~

Perfect Practiced Poses

While flittering around Antonio’s party, one question pops into her mind.

She had passed a group of kids talking, describing each of the gifted Madrigals - their traits and abilities - only for Isabela to wonder the same thing.

Of course, living in the family and outside of it warrant very different viewpoints from herself and the kids. And then there’s the age and education differences too. But one thing remains the same:

Who is Isabela Madrigal?

She was never herself for more than two minutes.

She was everyone else on a daily basis. It was brief, it was harmless, it was helpful, it was fun. And she didn’t mind that.

She was the echo of her late Abuela. As far as appearance was considered. She was the only resemblance of her left - Isabela had destroyed the one portrait years ago.

Despite their strained relationship, Abuelo often had her painted or photographed. Just so he had something to remember his beloved Alma by.

At the same time, he had her shapeshifting as much as possible. Not only while working, but even just at home. Just so he didn’t have to have a reminder of what he’d lost. Just so he didn’t have to see her face of anger and hatred.

And she did mind that.

Not at first. No, she could understand. If she lost a loved one, it would be hard for her too. And she was a child, who didn’t look to much like her at that point.

But as she got older and her sympathy for such a terrible person wore incredibly thin, she really started to mind.

Why are the Madrigals always going to church with Señora Alonso?

How lucky for Señorita Martinez to be invited to dinner at La Casa Madrigal!

It is so considerate of Isabela to change her appearance for her poor Abuelo!

The whisperings of the townspeople didn’t help either. She knows they mean well. To an outsider, it must be strange or compassionate (that Pedro does not deserve).

She is so sick of it.

She’d do anything to put an end to it.

~~~~~~

It was a day like any other.

“Okay, everyone to the table. Now.” Abuelo called as he stepped outside. The family fell into line as usual. Or most of them, anyways. “I said now, Luisa.”

“Ah well, I was just—”

“Now means now.”

Luisa stopped talking and took her seat with the others.

“You aren’t still making stuff up about the cracks?” Camilo whispered, leaning up to his cousin. “Like it was a good joke and seeing Abuelo yell at Mirabel was utterly hilarious - highlight of the evening if you ask me - but it’s kinda dry now.”

“Will you two shut up? I can’t hear.” Isabela, who was unfortunately sat on Camilo’s other side, grumbled.

“I wasn’t even talking!”

“LUISA!”

Her sister slowly turned around, eye-twitching under the confused and irritated gazes of the rest of the family from her outburst.

Abuelo sighed with disappointment. “Luisa, if you are struggling to act properly at the table, perhaps it is best you sit closer to the front, where I can keep an eye on you. Casita?”

Before Luisa could make an argument, Casita shifted her chair. The seating plan rearranging itself to leave her directly beside the patriarch.

“As I was saying,” he said. “Antonio’s gift could not have come at a more perfect time. But we should not take our miracle for granted, so today we will work twice as hard.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” offered an enthusiastic Luisa. “Isabela would benefit greatly from my—”

“In case it wasn’t clear for some of us, the non-gifted family members will be staying at home to complete their usual chores.”

With a hard glare, Luisa changed her focus onto drinking her coffee.

Pedro took a breath, standing up. “In other news, how goes our arrangement with the Guzmáns?”

Isabela opens her mouth, but doesn’t get the chance to answer herself.

“Dolores?” He inquired.

The woman paused. Her irises briefly flashed red. “I foresee that he is going to propose tonight, with a song on the piano that he has composed himself. And I see five cribs.”

Isabela felt her soul leave her body.

“Five new blessings? At least we’ll get some use out of Isabela. Thank you, Dolores. That will be all. There will be lots to prepare for tonight - Isabela, you’ve dropped your form. Control yourself. …Back to the point, Antonio, this is a wonderful opportunity to make the most out of your new gift. You can help your father with the decorations.”

“Okay, Abuelo!” Antonio beamed, orange flowers blossoming in hair in excitement.

“Our community is counting on us. ¡La familia Madrigal!”

“¡La familia Madrigal!”

Isabela doesn’t blame Mariano.

Not at all.

She blames her family.

She gets made to hold some random townsperson’s form at every meal - she isn’t allowed to be herself - and nobody has defended her or pointed out this unreasonable request of Abuelo’s.

She is getting made to marry and produce more little miracles because she isn’t useful at anything else, and nobody has thought to ask how she feels about it all.

Hell, Pedro has her valued like a donkey at market and nobody is even batting an eye!

The bitter irony is not lost on Isabela.

Her parents are always praised, both inside the family and out, by what great parents they are.

The greatest parents of all of Encanto… One daughter who is only useful as a wife and mother or when she’s anyone but herself. One daughter who has absolutely no worth at all. One daughter who barely associates herself as part of the family now.

This house is a fucking nightmare.

No wonder Bruno left.

~~~~~~

January 1940

“What do you think would happen if we left?”

The question takes her sister by shock.

The eight-year-old arched a brow. “You mean like… running away? Like Tío Bruno did?”

“Luisa, you aren’t suppose to say that!” Mirabel gasped in horror, replicating the shushing motion the adults often did by pressing a finger to Luisa’s lips.

“Yeah,” Isabela nodded. She looked up at the mountains. “When I’m suppose to be listening to the teacher, I think about it. What I’d take. How I’d do it. Where I’d go. …Don’t you ever think of just packing a bag and running away?”

“No! You can’t do that! You’d be in so much trouble!” Mirabel was completely appalled. Age four and her moral compass was already developed.

“You’d die, sis.” Chimes Luisa. “Nobody knows what’s out there - except bad people. That’s how Abuela died.”

“Not even just running away… what if we were just a normal family? Without gifts?”

Luisa shifted away.

“You’re asking the wrong people, Bela. I am normal and Mirabel doesn’t have a gift yet.”

The ten-year-old looked guilty. “Right. My bad. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Luisa questions, hurt.

Nobody said anything.

“Say sorry, Isa,” Mirabel offers, helpfully, from where she’s sat in Luisa’s lap. “Sorry makes everything better. That’s what Mama says.”

“…Luisa, I’m—”

“No. I don’t wanna hear it.” Luisa grumbled.

Luisa stands up then, setting Mirabel aside.

“Where are you going?” Isabela asks, after a beat.

“Inside,” she huffs. “I got homework to do.” Isabela has a feeling that Luisa might be lying; just wants an excuse to leave.

Mirabel squeaked, “Can I come too? Can I help, Luisa?”

Luisa nods, holding out an open hand for Mirabel to take. They start walking.

Isabela pulls herself to her feet and runs after them. “I could help,” she suggests, as a way of an apology. And she’d like to think she is going to be more help than a kid who hasn’t yet started school. “I mean, I probably did it a few years ago, when I was your age.”

Her sister just growls at her. “Don’t you have magic stuff to be doing, princesa?”

With that, they were gone and Isabela was left alone.

She really doesn’t belong anywhere, does she?

~~~~~~

Screw it, Isabela thinks.

There’s nothing for her here.

And if Bruno managed to leave, why couldn’t she do the same?

She packs a bag - money, some clothes, some food and drinks. She won’t need much else.

She shifts into some random townsperson before leaving her (soundproof) room for the last time. The rest of the family are busy working, as usual.

And starts walking. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but anything would be better than here.

She barely makes it through one street before a man is already coming to greet her.

“Ah, Isabela! I was wondering if you could help me with my door again?” He asked. “It appears to have gotten stuck and I could use another me to help balance it.”

“I’m not Isabela.” She replied, waving him off.

“Uh… yes, you are?”

Isabela turned on her heel, ready to argue that she definitely was Señora Alonzo, but only caught that flash of indigo fabric and black hair as she did.

“What the fuck?” She questioned, looking down at her own hands.

She hadn’t changed back into her own form.

She headed up to the nearby bride, dropping her bag to the side for a moment. She leaned over and looking at her own rippled reflection in the water.

“What the fuck!?” She said again, louder this time.

She kept repeating the phrase as she tried concentrating on shifting but her reflection didn’t change once. It stayed perfectly the same.

She couldn’t even get rid of her mole.

Her outburst had clearly spooked off the man who had asked for her help, as she found herself alone. Carefully examining and prodding each part of her features, only for nothing to change.

Or she thought she was alone.

“Hey, Isabela! Am I glad I found you! I was just wondering if you maybe knew something about the magic last night?”

#encanto #encanto fracture au #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pedro madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mariano guzmán #my writing

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 27: Jake's secret ✍️📲

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: A N G S T, Jake's past, death, guns, dirty money, mentions of war... idk guys, this one has almost everything you can imagine.

A/N: IT'S FUCKING 04:30 AM I SAID I'LL PUBLISH IT TODAY AND HERE IT IS. THIS IS THE SECRET, BUT WE STILL HAVE A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF US, BABES.

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“I think I should start the story by telling you that Seresin isn’t my real surname.”

“Holy shit, what a way to start.” You mumble, grabbing a cushion to embrace while he tells you the story.

“Seresin is my mom’s maiden name. I was born as Jacob St. James.”

You hug the cushion tighter. “St. James. Sounds like a rich surname.”

Jake swallows, playing with the edge of his t-shirt. “Have you heard of the St. James Armament Corporation?”

"Of course, they're the ones who provide the Na-" You realize what he just said, the connection he’s implying. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“I wish I was.”

“Jake. SJAC is the biggest armament company in the States.” You state, as if he didn’t know already.

“And I’m their 17-year-old son that disappeared almost 20 years ago.” He confesses, his hands trembling.

You grab his hands, moving closer to him. “It’s okay. I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.”

He nods, and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“You think you can go on? We can stop.” A part of you feels bad now. This is bigger than you have thought, and somehow it feels like it has just started.

He shakes his head, brings your hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. “I’m okay. I’m just… gonna pour it all out, and you interrupt me when you need it, okay?” You nod, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

It’s now or never.

Jacob St. James was born into a rich family. He had more money than he could ever spend. As the only child of Gregory St. James, Jake was supposed to become the perfect heir. His childhood wasn’t a normal one.

Normal children have crayons and coloring books. Jake had math books and private teachers.

Normal children play football with their friends. Jake’s only friend was his grandpa, James Seresin, a veteran. He had been a naval aviator all his life. Jake’s dream was to become like him, fly in the sky with his teammates, and help the world become a better place. But it was an impossible dream.

Normal children go to birthday parties. Jake was a prisoner in his own castle of glass.

Normal children get a car for their 16th birthday. Jake discovered that his father not only supplied weapons to the United States military branches, but also sold them to their enemies, who had been killing innocent people for years.

“Who do you mean by ‘enemies’?” You question, not liking where this is going.

“Anyone you can think of: Afghanistan, Iraq, Russia, mafias all around the world… He was the main supplier.”

“Iraq… as in Operation Iraqi Freedom?”

Jake nods. “I know your dad died there, sweets. I don’t know if it was one of my father’s weapons but…”

“Whatever your father did, it isn’t your fault.” You reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. “What did you do when you found out about this?”

“I tried to confront my him. I told him that I didn’t want to become the heir of a company that was behind so many murders. Innocent people were dying because of him. Men and women like my grandpa, people who fought to save this country and so many others, were dying because of him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t like it.”

Jake shakes his head and looks down. “That’s when it all became scary.”

Jake’s father only laughed at his words. You will do as you are told, he said. If I say ‘jump’, you’ll ask ‘how high?’, he said. You’re only a puppet, controlled by me, he said.

I’ll run away and I’ll become a pilot, like grandpa. I’ll help to save all the people you’re killing. I don’t want to live surrounded by dirty money.

Jake’s grandpa died in a mysterious car accident the next day.

“Oh dear god. How old were you?” You hug him close, as close as you can.

He wipes his tears with his free hand, the only one bringing you impossibly closer. “Seventeen.”

“You were just a kid…”

“And my father killed my grandpa as a warning. ‘You want to become something you’re not? That’s what happens’. He never said those words to me, but the message was clear.”

“Where was your mom?”

“My mom…” Jake takes a shaky breath in. Seeing him in such a state breaks your soul. “She blamed herself for everything bad that happened to me throughout my life. It took her a while to realize that my father didn’t marry her because he loved her; he married her because of her dad’s connections. My grandpa’s contacts with the Navy would help his armament company.”

“That’s horrible, Jake.”

“There’s nothing pretty in this story.”

Jake took months to figure out how to get out of his house and run away. But eventually, he got help from where he least expected it: his grandpa. He had been collecting information for years: guard shift changes, where the keys were, where the money was hidden, who could help him once he was out, how to get a car, everything he needed.

“He wanted you to be free.” You speak softly, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“He even left me his wings.”

“I’m sure he was an amazing man.”

Jake smiles. “I know he would have loved you.”

“Of course, I’m pretty lovable.”

Jake looks at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and love. “Yeah, you are.”

You clear your throat, looking away. “Did you manage to run away?”

“My mom distracted my father long enough for me to escape. I changed my name, joined the Navy, and never contacted my family again. I received a letter once a year, on my birthday. Mom used them to tell me everything was okay. But… if she knew where I was…”

“So did your father.” You finish the sentence for him, feeling that this is when you come into the scene.

“I didn’t realize until much, much later.”

Everything was good for a while. He became a hell of an aviator, began to live his own life, and started to do things that he never thought he could. He went to parties, got drunk, and became a player—all the things one is supposed to do in their adolescent years, the ones that were stolen from him. Somewhere along the way, he found you.

“This is gonna sound ridiculous, but you were the first person I fell in love with." Jake explains, scratching the back of his neck. “Nobody ever explained to me why love was how you’re supposed to feel when it happens, not even my mom."

“That’s why you stayed around even though we weren’t actually together.” You recall how he agreed to that friends with benefits relationship right away.

“I thought that maybe, if I tried hard enough, you’d fall for me, too.” He chuckles. “And you did.”

“Yeah, I did.” You look at the streetlight outside the house, “They found me, right?”

“I made a mistake. I sent a photo of our wedding to my mom. And he found it. My mom sent a letter back, and I knew something was wrong because I got two letters from her in the same year.” Jake sighs, his head resting on the back of the sofa, and you find yourself hypnotized by the movement of his Adam's apple when he speaks. “She said that he was looking after me. I got a random message one morning, it said: ‘You don’t deserve to be happy’. I knew it was him. And I got so fucking scared that you could end up like my grandpa that I just made everyone believe that our marriage had ended.”

You close your eyes, tears running down your face. This is it. This is the truth. He had a good reason. He was protecting you. He has always been protecting you.

“He allowed me to be an aviator, but not to be happy.”

"And you went through this alone." He runs his fingers through your face, trying to get rid of the tears. "I'm sorry, Jake, this is… T-this is crazy."

"I know. But I need you to know that if I had known that I was leaving you and a little kid behind, I would have fought to keep you at my side." He pats his chest before opening his right front pocket and getting his wedding band from the inside. He carries it around? "I've seen your dog tags, sweets."

You pulled them out. The rings, separated three years ago, are reunited again. "I thought you would wear it with your dog tags as well."

"It would have led to unnecessary questions. But now…" He opens the chain of his dog tags, sliding the ring before closing it. "I can do this."

You chuckle, trying to assimilate everything. "This is a lot."

"I know… I've been preparing myself for a month. But you… it has to be overwhelming."

"Is it safe for me and Liam to be here?"

Jake nods. "Mav called an old NCIS friend. Is helping me prove that my father killed my grandpa. This friend has shown every guard at the base the faces of the people who cannot enter the base under any circumstances. As long as we're here, we're safe."

Yeah, that's true. This is probably the safest place you could be right now.

"So that's why you're trying to get Liam everything he wants? Because you didn't have anything?"

He sighs, playing with the engagement ring in your dog tags. Liam has the same face when he plays with them. Like father, like son. "I lived in a castle of glass that had everything and nothing at the same time."

You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Jake you're not your father, you know. You just came back from the ER with me because he had an ear infection."

"I know I'm not like him, Red. But I missed a lot of things" He softly moves your hand from his face.

"That's not true. You want to see his first steps? Hear his first words? I have videos. I recorded everything I could." You tell him, getting up and turning a light on so you can search your laptop.

"Why? I mean, I guess it was to have memories of that, right?"

"I recorded everything for you, Jake. In case you came back." You sheepishly admit, sitting down next to him.

You open your laptop and search for a folder named 'Liam'. There's almost a hundred videos, if not more. From his very first days, to last month's beach day. You play the first video, pushing the laptop in front of Jake.

And now he knows how it feels to see his kid take his first steps. How excited he was on his first birthday. How he loves to play with Lady. How his first word was 'baba' and his second 'dada'. Red must have talked about him every single day for him to be his second word. He sees Liam's face covered in chocolate the first time he eats ice cream. How he loved the sea and the sand. How much he loves his mom—a brilliant smile on his face every time she says something to him.

And he also sees that same feeling in your eyes. Devotion. Pure love and devotion.

"Thank you, Red. For showing me this, for raising him alone… You're the best mother ever." Red hands him a box of tissues, and he chuckles but takes a few and cleans his face. "I'm a crybaby."

"I think you're allowed to cry, cowboy. I used to say to Liam that his dad was a superhero who had to stay away from his wife and son to protect them, and that’s literally what you did. You protected us."

He looks at you. You're practically sitting in his lap. Your puffy eyes look at him with a familiar glint in them. The one you had the first time he said that he loved you. The same glimpse of devotion that he has seen in those videos. Maybe not everything is lost.

"I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I need you to go home." You mention closing the laptop.

He blinks a few times. "Wait, what? You want me to leave?"

"Yeah, because right now I could kiss you, and I don't trust myself when I'm around you." You mutter, getting up from the couch and moving to the door.

"Okay, but… now that you know that I didn't want to leave you, would you consider giving me another chance?"

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

He takes out his phone, looks at the time, and shows it to you. "It's already tomorrow."

You frown. "Is that a picture of me and Liam?"

He nods. "There are a few of them; they change each time I unlock it."

You can't fight anymore. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pull him close to you, kissing him like you've been wanting for the last month. For the last three years. It becomes desperate, with your whole body curving into his. His hands fly to your hips, pulling you even closer if it's possible. He bites your lip, making you gasp and moan at the same time, and before he can explore the insides of your mouth with his tongue, you pull away.

"You still need to go, Jake."

He nods. "Okay. I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, Jake," you say as you open the door for him.

"Goodnight, sweets." He stays there until you close the door, then walks to his car. He smiles like an idiot all the time. Once he is inside, he gets a text.

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shiversdownyerspine · 3 months

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Ole Munch thoughts

I gotta talk about the scene where our mudman is in the tub.

"When Munch was a boy, freedom was a potato. It was you didn't get killed today. Freedom from hunger, from the rusty blade. But to free himself, the man ate first, so others could not. He killed before he was killed. He wanted nothing more because only kings had the freedom to want. And now, everywhere you look, you see kings. Everything they want they call their own and if they cannot have it, they say that they are not free. They even pretend their freedom should be free, that it has no cost, but the cost is always death. Life for life. Me, or you."

Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, and change as one wants without hindrance or restraint. To have privilege. To be unconstrained. To not be shackled by another. Freedom is often associated with liberty and autonomy in the sense of "giving oneself one's own laws".

So for kid Munch, freedom was a potato. If he had this resource, he'd be safe from his own hunger and from threats to his life. As long as he had food to offer, he was safe, he was free to live.

As a man, he ate first, so others could not. He killed before he was killed. All grown up, he became the one with the rusty blade, he takes as he was once taken from. He's a product of his surroundings, of poverty, just doing whatever he can to survive.

He never thought about wanting more out of life because of being constantly told/shown that he can't, only kings could do such a thing. In medieval times, kings were believed to have divine right to rule, they made the laws and their word is god. They were above all others, and only they could want and were free to want.

So Munch is trapped in poverty and the people who are in positions of power insist that there is no way out, this is just how it is. So he sticks with what he knows and continues fighting to survive with the only ways that are available to him.

And he says, 'now (modern times?), everywhere you look you see kings.' Munch sees all these people demanding everything for themselves. That they should be allowed to consume all, like the medieval kings would. They consider themselves gods and above the law and should be treated as such, and they act like it's fine to indulge greed and gluttony, that there is no cost, but Munch has learned from a life in poverty that when you take, someone else goes without.

He was taught there's not enough to go around; when you eat, you are taking food from someone else. When you hesitate to strike, you will get stricken down first. Inevitably someone will be trapped in poverty, struggling to live, and the violent cycle will continue. The one who goes without will resort to anything, will have to resort to anything, just to survive for another day.

Thus the cost of a king's freedom (indulging endless gluttony/greed) is someone's death. It's the people living in poverty, that already have so little available to them, that suffer from a king's freedom. "Me, or you." (aka him and the old woman)

It honestly looks like Ole is trying to connect with the old woman in his own way. He's giving her some of his history and saying he understands what it's like to not have enough, be exploited, and struggle to survive.

But the old woman doesn't understand. She's still trying to figure out why he's in her home, what he wants from her.

And when she questions him, I think Munch took her meaning a bit differently lol.

I think he took it as her asking him, 'Why did you seek out my company?' and 'What do you want out of life?'

Now think about everything he said and consider that question again. "What do you want?"

Munch just got done talking about freedom, about food, safety, kings, and not being able to want anything else other than surviving another day. Sam Spruell also mentioned no one has ever asked Munch what he wants, no one else has cared. The old woman just might be the very first.

And he blinks like he's in disbelief and looks at her with such awe and desperation. He looks like he's about to cry. No one has asked him that before, no one has implied that he can seek out more from life than just survival. I think the old woman opened a door for him. He is allowed to want.

And what does he want? Pancakes. :O

And what was it that Dot was looking so longingly at in the gas station? Bisquick pancake mix. A reminder of her daughter, of her family, of the wonderful life she's made for herself. A better life than what she had before, full of joy, love, and forgiveness. And Munch wants pancakes. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT.

(It's possible there's also other meanings behind pancakes when viewed alongside poverty, medieval times, breakfast, and religion, but let's save that for another day.)

#ole munch #fargo

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furiousgoldfish · 1 year

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Talked to an older person today, who complained to me about their 20yo child moving away from home to live in an apartment. The person was upset by this, said they were disappointed and betrayed by the kid.

‘Did they give you a reason?’ I asked.

‘Said I was criticizing them too much!’

The parent then listed all of the things they were complaining about, and the list was long. First, there was the money for college - their kid dropped out of one college, to another, and it was a big bad thing that had to be brought up repeatedly, because the parent felt the kid was being financially irresponsible by doing that, and the second college was expensive. Then, the kid seemed to have more interest in hanging out with people their age than the parent - and “Friends are not the future!” The parent said, angrily.

Then, their child was eating too much, having wrong aspirations, wanted to move out of the country to work for a foreign company because all of their friends are also doing that, and wouldn’t listen when the parent told them what’s good for them, and what they should be doing instead.

At the end, the person added, ‘I threatened to kick them out on the street!’

And the person sounded completely oblivious, asking for my sympathy. This 20yo was forced to hear every day about what a financial burden they were, how all of their aspirations, choices and goals are wrong, how they’re wrong for pursuing the education and changing their mind about the direction of it, how wanting to spend time and share goals with their friends was wrong, and in the end, they were threatened to get kicked out of their living space, for not living their life exactly how they were told! And the parent responsible for it, felt betrayed. How do you complain to someone that they’re a ‘financial burden’ and then complain when they stop being that and move out, as you very strongly implied you want from them?

This cannot be normal human behaviour. Nobody would want to live like that. I bet the parent themself would move the hell away from anywhere that was threatening to kick them out should they not obey the instructions on how to live their life. This is not how freedom looks like. Good for the kid on getting a job and moving away.

#i don't even know how to tag this #living vicariously thru children #or trying to corner the children into accepting it #while children just want to live their life #this kid didn't even make mistakes #they went to college they had friends aspirations a job #but nothing is good enough

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zeestarfishalien · 6 months

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What Lies Between Us

[DPxDC Week 2023 Day 4: Danielle “Dani” Phantom // Halfa Jason Todd AU // Heartbeat]

• Daddy Issues Ship (Danielle “Dani” Phantom/Jason Todd) Established Relationship

“Why do you like cuddling me so much?” The question flows from his lips before he can think better of it. Instead of pulling away or changing the subject, she answered his question.

“Your heart is steadier than mine. It reminds me to breathe, to be alive.”

Jason craned his neck to get a good look at Ellie’s face. She studiously doesn’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on picking at a loose thread on his shirt.

He knew she had some sort of heart issue. Hard not to notice when they often cuddle close on the couch or fall asleep on one another. He hadn’t asked details and she hadn’t given them.

This…these words are striking all the wrong chords. Still he doesn’t push. She met Tim once and Jason didn’t see her for 3 weeks after that. She sent him pictures from Tibet, all scenery and places and people but never of her. Jason learned from that experience. He saw how worried she was about his reaction when she returned. She whispered to him in the wee hours of the morning before the sky lightened into dawn about a father-like figure who took and took and took, never gave. Someone who trapped her into a role and a place, then cast her aside as soon as the better option came around.

Jason makes sure to touch her lightly and fleetingly staying soft so she doesn’t feel trapped.

So yeah, Jason doesn’t ask what she means by those oddly ominous words.

Instead he gives.

“Sometimes I feel too heavy and hardened by some of my work, but you snuggle right in like I’m soft.”

She meets his eyes now, just briefly, but she does it.

“You are soft, Jay. You keep it wrapped up safe under that hard shell so that it doesn’t disappear. You keep living.” She pauses and Jason almost says something but stops and so she continues. “I don’t know how it works…living. I’ve been faking it in some vain attempt to pretend long enough that it becomes real, but I still don’t understand. I was made not born Jay.”

Jason takes a deep even breath.

“But you’re here now, with me. That’s living.”

“It’s so much easier, more simple, to be dead but I’m not that either. I’m stuck in this void and being with you makes me feel so much and see just how far from living I am. But your heartbeat? That makes me feel alive. It makes my heart match yours and I breathe in and feel the oxygen instead of just going through the motions.”

“That seems like a bit of a contradiction.”

“It is…but so am I.”

“I’m okay with that,” he says quietly, because he is okay with it and because she feels so safe and familiar, a feeling from a time he can’t quite remember (he thinks it might be when he was dead).

Her arms snake around him tightly and she buries her face in his chest.

He softly cards his fingers through her hair. It’s rarely loose like this. She usually keeps it in a ponytail or braid of some kind.

She hums and her body hums with her as she melts into him.

“Danny wants to meet you,” she murmurs almost sleepily when she finally unburies her face.

“Okay, I can adjust my schedule if we get a date and time.”

“Danny is my biological donor,” she adds on like she’s trying to wig him out.

“Not your father-like figure, right?” Jason clarifies.

“No.” She makes a face. “He’s the one who made me from Danny. Danny didn’t even know about me until I tried to kill him.”

Jason blinks. He was not expecting this, not today during sleepy cuddles on the couch but he’s not about to stop her or interrogate her about it.

“Danny didn’t have to care but he does. He was just a kid but he cared. He tried for me. He did what little he could within the restraints of his own circumstances. He gave me freedom.”

“Then I’d be honored to meet him.” And he means it.

“He’s like you,” she continues once again not looking him in the eyes. She’s found that loose thread again to pick at. Jason isn’t sure where she’s going with this but he has suspicions. “Where I’m neither dead nor alive, Danny and you are both dead and alive.”

“I don’t…what?”

“Death doesn’t let go even if she lets you come back. There’s a part of your soul that is forever changed by your time among the dead,” she explains. If it were anyone else Jason would already be on the defensive and anger would be bubbling to the surface. He’d have to fight to keep control of his emotions.

But it’s Ellie…

And that makes all the difference. Her earnest way of dropping bombshells has him reeling but not angry.

“I,” he pauses to search for the words, “it’s not that I didn’t know that I was different when I came back but this is a whole new level. You’re sure that I’m ‘dead and alive,’ right?”

“I’m sure Jay,” she pushes herself into a sitting position using his chest so she can look him in the eyes. “You’re a halfa. An earth born halfa but a halfa all the same.”

“How do you,” he gestures vaguely, “know?”

Ellie closes her eyes as she breathes in deep. When she opens them, her eyes glow a green not dissimilar to the Lazarus pits. She makes some sort of sound of water running over stones, but not with her mouth.

There’s an echoing pang in his chest right where those feelings of familiarity reside and his whole being vibrates with the sound of a plucked guitar string. The sound somehow escapes his body (maybe because it’s not a sound).

He lets out a soft, “oh.”

“You feel it too. The familiarity and comfort of death.”

He nods.

“I would know you no matter what form you take,” she whispers.

In lieu of an answer, Jason places his hands on hers. Slowly, ever so gently he tugs them up to his lips to place a soft kiss on them. He doesn’t know what to think or what to say. It’s kind of a lot that she suddenly dumped on him but he does know one thing for sure.

“I would like to stay with you no matter what form we take.”

It takes a moment for her to process the words but then the seriousness of the moment is broken and she’s rolling her eyes and shoving her hand in his face.

“You’re such a sap,” she complains but she softens. Jason didn’t realize she had been so tense until it’s gone. She lets him push her hand away from his face.

“Hey, you started it mx. ‘I would know you no matter what form you take.’ I just went with it.”

“Ugh…you’re right. I hate when you’re right.” With those words of admittance she huffs and drops her upper body once more to snuggle into him. He’s pretty sure she wiggles around extra just to annoy him. Today. Here and now, it could never be annoying.

Bc Ellie’s behavior might be confusing. She wanted to tell Jason about herself but was scared he would reject her so she decided to just info-dump everything on him and prepare for the worst. It’s not a great way to handle that situation but she isn’t perfect.

Also the time where she met Tim… so Tim just like started prying. The boi has no sense of boundaries and you cannot convince me that he does. She panicked and ran off bc instincts and only once she calmed down did she start taking pics and sending them to Jason to see how he was going to react.

It’s hard to get all that across when we are so limited by Jason’s pov. And that’s also the point. We are missing so much information and it’s kinda fun to write that. I’ve been needing to work on it more so here we are.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc week 2023 #Danielle Phantom x Jason Todd #DaddyIssues ship

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Hii, me again JSNDNS

I hope I don't bother you aaand I hope you're good

Could I ask for a lee!Hyunjin ler!everyone fic??

Thank you and stay healthy<3

ABSOLUTELY Lee Hyune is sooo heartwarming 🥰🥰 thank YOU!! <33 🥟 p.s. anon u are NEVER bothersome please feel free to send anything at all ever I hope you stay happy and healthy as well <3

*For the sake of this fic again, they all live together❤️‍🩹

!! Warnings: Drinking mentions !!

< Party Run >

[Lee! Hyunjin]

[Ler! Skz]

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Idols needed their moments of rest and days off after long days of practice, especially the entirety of SKZ after Lee Know made them practice choreography for about 4 hours straight. However, some definitely had different ways of “resting up”.

It was a Friday night and almost all members were more than ready to get their rest. All except one.

Hyunjin thought it was the perfect night to go out and allow himself some freedom at the bar. Nothing wrong with that of course, everyone needed their time to have fun and enjoy what the night had to offer. The only issue was that Hyunjin, like everyone, had his occasional adrenaline spikes. Alcohol, however, made this 1000x worse.

“Oh my God, Minho, my back hurts… this is all your fault” Han complained as he arched his back off the bed.

“I can’t MOVE” Seungmin yelled from afar.

“Is everyone here dramatic or am I just better than all of you” Lee Know said.

Chan was busy doing a head count as he went to the kitchen before settling down in bed. It was almost midnight, but he knew there was one voice missing.

“Is Hyunjin still out? Was he not sore at all??” Chan questioned.

“He went out because he was sore. He won’t even remember we practiced at all after tonight” Han stated.

Chan kept checking his phone for any updates on Hyune. Not that he was scared for him, he knew how to take care of himself, but he did want to sleep assured that all the kids were home.. (and not deal with his insane energy shock upon arrival).

About 20 minutes passed and everyone was on their phones in the kitchen or bickering about who did the hip-hop step better (thanks Seungbin) until the door burst open and and a happy Hyunjin wobbled in.

“GUYS. Guys. You GUYS oh my God you won’t believe the effectiveness of a moscato. Two, actually. WOW.”

Han burst out laughing instantly as Hyunjin dramatically explained the effects of a moscato on the brain and body while smiling and doing the most random hand motions known to man.

“No because you don’t understand it’s like.. like I’m not even sore anymore. I feel fine. Great even”He walked over to where Lee Know was sat on the couch and put his hands on his hips while standing in front of him.

“Lee Know, whatever we did today, lightwork. Easy. Step it up headass.”

Everyone in the room burst out laughing loudly as Minho got up from his seat and grabbed Hyunjin’s shirt to pull him closer.

“LET me GOHO. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH” Hyunjin screamed out of pure drama despite Lee Know barely touching him. He began to claw at the air as his shirt was being tugged on until he slipped and his hands and knees hit the floor with a soft thud.

Han and Innie were doubled over laughing at his little 1am stunts. Despite the show he was putting on, everyone was still tired and wanted to get at least some form of rest in before the weekend.

“Alright, I think we should head to bed, it’s 1am already” Chan reminded the rolling Hyunjin on the floor. Hyunjin stood up and stretched his arms out in front of him while groaning loudly.

“Alright. Okay. But. What do you think about my HIP HOP STEP” and there he was doing the choreography to s class. Again.

“What do we do with him” a teary eyed IN asked the members.

“Can’t we just lock him in a room until this fit is over” Seungmin suggested.

“I can force him to practice for 4 more hours” Minho offered. Hyunjin jumped on his back mid sentence.

“We just need to tire him out, get all that energy out his system” Changbin reminded.

“Ah. We’re stupid, this is easy, follow me” Minho said as he shook Hyunjin off him just to turn around and throw him over his shoulder.

“AAAHHA HA” Hyunjin shout out loud. While the members were annoyed at his antics, and sleepy, and sore.. they couldn’t help but laugh and coo at his enjoyment of this.

“You guys remember that trend from around 2 years ago?” Seungmin mentioned.

“There have been, like, hundreds” IN said.

“I know that smartass I’m talking about the one where you, like, ‘show your true laugh’ when people put a lot of weight on your chest”

“Are you suggesting we crush him to death” Chan questioned.

“Mmm no.. no… BUT we could get him out of breath quickly that way” Seungmin said.

During this entire conversation, Hyunjin was dangling on Lino‘s shoulder making unintelligible noises as they spoke beside the dorms living room couch.

“Naha don’t do that I’ll throw up on youhou actually actually good idea let’s do it Seungmin stand in front of my mouth pleaseaha HAHAHAHA” Hyunjin threw his head back at the thought of letting his past few drinks come out onto Seungmin.

“Throw him down” Minnie sternly told Lino.

Quickly, Hyunjin was smacked onto the couch on his back as he yelped. The members quickly began stacking themselves on top of his chest and stomach while he tried to bring his knees to his chest in protest and kick them off.

“NAHAHA NOOO OFF OFFAH” Hyunjin was quickly running out of breath as the first 3, Seungmin, IN, and Felix, stacked on top of him.

“SOTOPopaha ahoaha ah aH-“ his laughter got deeper and more breathy as Seungmin began to playfully bounce his body up and down on Hyune’s chest. Felix was sitting comfortably on top of Minnie’s lap while IN was lying on Hyunjin’s stomach.

“STAAOHP” Hyune was smacking at everyone on top of him in hopes that they’d get off. He had no idea why he was laughing so hard. Other than the drinks in his system, the extra weight on top of him for some reason had him going hysterical. He covered his mouth with his hands as he screamed when IN suddenly squeezed his knee.

“QUIHIT IT” he kicked at the couch while grabbing a handful of Seungmin’s hair when he saw his hand going straight for his underarm.

“OW” Minnie yelped as he and Felix tumbled down from the couch.

“HEAHAHA AHA” Hyunjin found it hilarious, of course.

“This isn’t working. How many damn drinks did you have?!” Lee Know questioned.

“This many” Hyunjin said as he stretched his arms out and flipped him off with a gasp. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands afterwards and faced an innocent look.

“WHO did that. Oh my God. Did ANYONE see that?! Nooo Lee Knowwwwwww” he giggled to nobody in particular.

With IN still on top of Hyune’s stomach, he decided he’d scoot down to his lower calves, giving Lee Know the chance to sit with him back-to-back atop Hyune’s upper calves. The boys had had enough of his constant bickering and were frankly ready for him to calm down.. in their own way.

“Naaa naahaha what are you even dohoing” Hyune questioned as Seungmin and Felix, the two that he knocked down, firmly grasped his wrists and held them to the sides of his head. Changbin and Chan positioned themselves to either side of his torso, while Han sat criss-cross behind Hyune’s head setting it into his lap.

Hyunjin’s face was that of a lost puppy, widened eyes and his frantic head shaking from side to side.

“Uhahmam this is odd guys whatat” he tried to buck his hips and found himself almost immobile.

“You brought this upon yourself” Han said while lightly wiggling his fingers across both sides of his neck and ears, causing an adorable eye and nose scrunch followed by a squeal.

“Awwww”

“Get OHF of me” Hyunjin bucked.

“Maybe. If you would’ve. Not. Been. So. Annoying!” Chan said with pokes to his ribs between every few words. “So sorry Hyune.”

He tried to shuffle away from his fingers only to be found with Changbin doing the same exact thing on the other side. Lee Know began to squeeze right above his knees, lightly, earning a scream from the younger. Meanwhile Seungmin and Felix were readily scratching their fingers down his forearms as IN focused on placing rapid pokes to his feet when he least expected it.

“IN STOHOP DOING THAT”

“This is so funny” the maknae teased.

The light movements being done all over his body had him on the verge of going insane.

“OHOH MY GOHOHOD STOOOOOPPPAAAHH” Hyunjin screamed out as he roughly thrashed his head from side to side, his now wet hair blocking his eyesight making the experience 10x worse. He could really only buck his hips up and down since the rest of his body was basically immovable.

“STOP PLEHEASE its sohoHOHO BAD”

“Clearly not bad enough. That was a quick warm up” Lee Know said giggling to himself and the members, “this is for you flipping me off” and with that Lino grabbed both his sides, right under the ribs, and drilled his thumbs in while roughly vibrating his hands and making a loud ‘dudududuududu’ noise.

“NAAHAHAAH HAHA HAHA” Han’s jaw dropped from how ear-piercing Hyunjin’s scream-laughter was. He tried to bring his arms in on himself while bucking even more violently than before, he had everyone shocked at the sensitivity of his torso that they’d almost felt bad.

But they didn’t. So IN continued to prod at his feet while Chan and Changbin wiggled their fingers over the middle of his stomach, earning spasms and sudden twitches from the boy.

“STOP STOP STOHOHOhohop” his laughter began to get weaker as he threw his head back and tried to imagine what it felt like to not be dying.

“You really want us to stop?” Seungmin questioned, laughing.

“YES PLEHEHAAAASE! PLEASE.” Hyunjin bucked.

“Okay. 30 seconds left then, but don’t complain. You asked for it.” The others knew what this meant.

“WAIT WAIT IM TIHIHIRED NOW PLEASE DONT PLEHEASE PLEASE PLEASE YOU CANT GO HAHARDER IM SORRY IM SOHOHO SOHORRY-” were the last words before Seungmin and Felix drilled into his underarms, Lee Know wiggled at his inner thighs, Chan squeezed at his ribs and hips, Changbin teased at his stomach, IN went ham on his feet, and Han poked and prodded all over his extremely sensitive collarbone and lower neck.

After constant bucking, ear piercing screams, tears down to his neck, heavy breathing, unlaced threats, and kicking for 20 seconds… Hyunjins laughter went completely silent.

The other members were in hysterics. Han was pointing at Hyunjin’s legs and clapping, now unmoving as they poked at his stomach.

“We broke him” he said out of breath.

Seungmin grabbed his arm and threw it around in the air a bit while Hyunjin just kept giggling into the void.

“HAHA, this is great” Seungmin commented.

Chan rubbed comforting circles on his side as Hyunjin curled into his arm bringing his knees and arms to his chest. Changbin rubbed his back as the others began to yawn through their, still, hysterical laughter.

“You’re SO loud!” Changbin said.

“He’s too dramatic for his own good~” Felix cooed as he rubbed at Hyune’s ear, making his shoulders scrunch.

“Don’t touch mehe”

“dOnT tOuCh MeHe” Lino said dramatically as he grabbed his waist.

“NAAHA NO! NOOO” Hyunjin immediately kicked and flailed his arms like a madman despite Lino not actually doing anything, eventually causing him to fall flat on the floor.

Everyone was exhausted, both from laughing and soreness now, ready to go to bed. Hyunjin couldn’t muster up the courage to trust anybody to carry or take him to bed somehow without being attacked, so he simply laid on the floor next to the couch for a while. He eventually got up while rubbing at his sides and arms waddling over to his bed when he noticed a sleepy Seungmin in it.

“Oh come ON get out?!” Hyunjin said, annoyed.

“I see someone’s finally ready for bed.”

“Are you getting out”

“No”

“Why”

“Because”

Too tired to really care, Hyune swung his legs onto the bed and laid right next to Seungmin, their bodies close.. and Seungmins hand even closer to his waist.

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll wake everyone up and you know it.” Hyune said as he grabbed at Minnie’s hand.

“I know, I’m just resting it here. Goodnight.”

He hated him. But not really. That nights sleep was actually one of the best he’d gotten in weeks. Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled stop so many times…

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HYUNEBUUUUUUNNNNNNN this was fun to write sorry it took longer than the first!! I hope it’s good 🥹 please lmk🩷🩷!!!

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