#‘you don’t have to pass on my father out of respect for me. it’s ok if you smash him’

[bleekay]

zuko is invited to play smash or pass but he thinks smash means destroy

[dreamcatchers-husband]

A Business Proposal

Male Reader X Fromis_9 Nakyung

Length: 12.6k+ Words

Tags: Angry sex. Teasing. Creampie

A/n- So the winner of the poll was was post it now. So here you go. Been a while since a new fic but this is in honor of my two years of writing smut on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.

Business proposals. It probably isn't a lie when you say they probably happen every day. Sometimes they can be rather fair for both sides but in your case, you couldn’t be more annoyed. 

“What do you mean I have to marry her? And in a month and a half also?”

Your parents rolled their eyes as they then placed a contract in front of you. 

“Look. Their company has always been a great partner of ours and this could help elevate both of us to the top. This union will combine both our profits and make our wealth reach new heights. The day you marry her, you will officially become the chairman of C Industries. If you don’t marry her then we will look for another board member to take the place. Please don’t make us do that.” 

Your mother and father were hard workers. It took them 27 years but they managed to develop a company that was second to none. Now what was this company focused on? Honestly? Everything. C industries were just a jack of all trades. Tech development, construction of apartments, agriculture. Those were just a few things. It always amazed you how they managed to build their empire and you knew it was yours eventually until now. 

You were destroyed hearing those words. Years of hard work would be ruined over one decision your parents made without warning.

“Shit. Are you going to make me do this?” 

“Yes, Yejun. Now it’s it a yes or a no?” 

Sadly there was only one answer. 

5 frantic weeks went by as both companies got together and worked out the merger. Most of your days went by with you attending meetings from 7 in the morning until 8 at night. You met with lawyers from both sides as well as your parents and future in-laws but one certain lady was always missing. 

Despite this marriage being forced on you. You were going to be a good husband and love and support your wife. So of course you were wondering about her after all this time. Currently, your meeting was ending with the Lee’s so you knew it would be the best time to ask. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee. If I may ask, where has Nagyung been this entire time? Me and her will be running this company together yet she hasn’t even shown up for a single meeting.”

“Ah. She has been very busy deciding things for your wedding with the planner. We haven’t seen much of her either. We just get updates over some phone calls. You must be excited to meet your future wife. Why don’t you go give her a visit? She has her place in the city and I’m sure it would give the Two of you some time to connect. I will send you the address as well as the passcodes to enter.” 

“Are you sure it’s ok for me to enter?” 

“Of course, Yejun. You will be married in a few weeks. If she gives you any problems just tell us.” 

“Very well Mr Lee. I will head over tonight when I get a chance.”

“Very well. I wish you a good night and hope to see you soon again.” 

With a handshake, everyone in the room parted their own ways. Your parents didn’t even stay as they gave you a wave goodbye. Looking to the right, your eyes looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5 pm. Today was one of the lucky days you all ended it early. With the idea of visiting Nagyung fresh in your mind, you quickly gathered your things and went towards the elevator. 

After a few seconds, the familiar ring echoed out in the hallway. The doors to the machine opened and you entered. The ride down to the garage took a bit as you were on the 45th floor. After about a minute and thirty seconds, the same ding came back and doors opened. 

Respect is what could be felt in the air. As people passed you, they all took the time to stop and give you a bow. Of course, they would show that kind of respect to the future CEO. Despite that, you felt a bit weird and appreciated when they treated you like anyone else. You never wanted the money or power to get to your head. You hope it never does. 

As you finally arrived at the black vehicle, your hands brought out the key fob and unlocked the car. The little chirp from your Toyota brought a smile to your face. You had just bought it a few days ago and loved having a state-of-the-art car for the first time in your life. Once in the driver seat, your foot stepped on the break and you pressed the start button. As the car roared to life, you waited a few seconds until the display screen in the middle of the console was active. Once up, you could see there was a Message from Mr.Lee. In the text was the address so you just clicked on it and your car put it in the GPS. With the instructions not playing in the speakers, you put the car in drive and took off. 

A few minutes passed as you drove away from the company building. Taking a glance at the time, you saw it was 5 pm and a typical dinner time. With the GPS saying you were 5 minutes away, you began to glance around and look for some food. With your eyes scanning all the buildings, they eventually saw a large neon sign that caught your attention. 

Seeing an open spot near the store, you turned your wheel and parked right in front of the building. Turning the engine off, you quickly jumped out and walked to the front door of the restaurant. The name “Very Very Good Chicken” certainly caught your attention. 

As you pulled the glass door open, the strong fragrance of chicken hit your nose. By just a few smells you got, it was going to be good. Going up to the counter, a young man could be seen just standing behind the counter. His attention was facing down, so you could tell he was just on his phone. 

As you finally reached the register, it took the young. Man, a minute to notice you were there. The sudden jolt from the man scared you since you scared him. Both of you began to laugh at this and calmed down after a few seconds. 

“Sorry. Welcome to Very Very Good Chicken. What can I get for you?”

“Hi. Could I get half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors?” 

“Of course. So half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors. Would you like any drinks to take with you as well or just the chicken?” 

“Hmmm. How about a bottle of draft beer?” 

“A bottle of draft beer. So in total, it’s the chicken and the beer. Your total will be 35,000 Won. How would you like to pay?” 

Handing over your card the young man quickly swiped it and then handed it back. 

“Please give us like 15 minutes to get that ready for you sir. Thank you for buying with us.” 

Nodding towards him, your legs brought you over to an empty seat and you waited for the food. The 15 minutes went by in a flash as you saw the young man walking over with the bags of food. Standing up, your right hand extended and you took hold of the plastic. 

“Thank you for buying. Hope to see you again!”

“Thank you!”

Walking out of the building, you immediately arrived at your vehicle and placed the food on the passenger seat. Getting back in the car, you took a look over your left and pulled out of the spot. Your GPS continued to direct you toward the large apartment building. After the Five-minute drive, you pulled into a large parking lot that was across the building. Your Toyota certainly stuck out from the various nice-looking cars that were stationed there. 

Despite that, you parked your car in the first spot you could find. With the engine turned off, your hand took hold of the plastic bag and hopped out of the vehicle. Your footsteps brought you to the front door where a doorman was ready to let you in. Thanking the man, you made your way inside the building and took a look around. The giant glass chandelier in the center of the lobby certainly brought all eyes to it. 

Moving past it, you eventually made it toward some elevators in the backside of the lobby. Pressing the circular button, your leg began to bounce as you waited for the elevator. A few more seconds passed until a ding echoed out in the lobby. With the door in front of you opening, you quickly hopped on the elevator and pressed the button to the 22nd floor. With the doors closing, all you could do was wait until you were on the correct floor.

A little jingle played in the metal cage as you stood there with the food. Honestly, you weren’t quite sure how to say Hi to Nagyung. Well hi was the least of your concerns. What would you talk about with your fiancé?

Your time to brainstorm ran out as the same Sound as before hit your ears. With the doors opening to your desired floor, you began to walk off the elevator and take a look around. On both sides, apartments lined down the hallways. In front of you was a sign. In the black font, you saw that on the right-hand side were all apartments from 2210- 2220. On the left-hand side were apartments 2200-2209. With a glance at your mobile device, you took a glance at the text and saw that Nagyung lived in apartment 2220.

As you moved down the right-hand side, your eyes scanned all of the apartment buildings until you reached the end of the hallway. With the number in front of you, your right hand went up and formed into a fist. Hesitation is what you felt until a sudden boost of confidence brought you to knock on her door. 

Silence was all that could be Heard. A few seconds passed as you were getting ready to knock again. Before your right hand could hit the door, the sound of the lock being undone began to come from the door. As the white door pulled back, your eyes were met with a strange man who happened to be shirtless. 

“Fucking finally. Forty-five minutes for damn fried rice.”

You didn’t even have time to react as the bag of food was snatched from your hand. A wad of cash was then thrown at your face as the man slammed the door. Were you at the wrong Apartment? Taking your phone back out, you decided to send a message to Mr. Lee. Your message only repeated the address back to the man. It didn’t even take ten seconds for the name to respond saying it was correct. 

Now you were beyond confused. Who the hell was that man? Bringing your ear to the door, muffled sounds passed through but you could hear laughter coming from a couple of people. It could be seen as rude but now you needed to know what was going on. With the keypad on the left side of the door, your fingers put in the code that was given to you. 

12418 imputed. You then pushed the door and were met with a house hallway. Stepping in, you gently closed the door behind you and lurked forward. A couple of nice-looking jackets were on the right-hand side. On the left side was a small wooden table with some car keys. The Bentley logo was very easy to see from the back of the key fob. Obviously, she had a very nice car. As you finally arrived at the end of the hallway, your eardrums picked up about three different voices who were joking around. 

“What the fuck? This is chicken, not fried rice. I’m gonna yell at this place!” 

Walking out of the hallway, you were met with The three individuals who happened to all be undressed. Nakyung as well as the man from the door yelled but you also noticed another young woman who just ran to cover her exposed body. 

“YEJUN! WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Your parents said I could come and visit you. They gave me the code to your door.”

“Wait. You know this creep? Isn’t he the delivery boy?”

“Are you really that stupid Sangjun? That’s Choi Yejun. The future CEO of the company once the merger happens.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s here?” 

“Well, I came to visit my Fiancé. I didn’t expect to find her naked with another man and woman.”

The man’s expression changed from anger to shock when he heard those words. 

“FIANCÉ? YOU TOLD ME THE MERGER WAS JUST THE MERGING OF THE COMPANIES! YOU ARE MARRYING THE NEW CEO?”

The young man quickly threw on his pants and then bowed before you. 

“Sir I am so sorry. She never told me she was going to be married. I can’t lose this job!”

“Leave, and never disrespect a delivery driver like that again.” 

“Thank you, sir!”

As he ran away, you took a glance at Nagyung and the other woman who were now clothed. 

“Saerom unnie. Can you please give me and Yejun some privacy?”

The young woman gave your fiancé a nod and then walked deeper into the apartment. 

As your eyes met with Nagyung’s, you could tell she was beyond annoyed.

“My parents really gave you the code to enter my home?”

“Your father said it was ok since we are going to get married soon. I’m sorry I’m still just confused. Who were those two?”

“I don’t think you deserve to know that info considering you broke into my home.” 

“Look I know I did barge in but your father said I could. Who were they?”

Nagyung rolled her eyes and began to walk away from you. Following behind her, the two of you eventually reached a nice kitchen. The expensive appliances as well as granite countertops let you see the girl lived in such luxury. From a topside cabinet, the young woman pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Pouring the brown substance into the glass, Nagyung took a seat in the nice leather chair and looked at you. 

“Saerom Unnie is one of my assistants. I have a couple of other girls who work for me. Sangjun is just someone in the marketing department of my father's company.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he was naked. Or why your assistant was naked as well.” 

“You can’t be that’s stupid. What do men and women do when they are naked together?”

Sure you weren’t dense but somehow your brain was trying to convince you that they were participating in some other activity. 

“But why? We’re eng-“

“Engaged? That wasn’t my idea. The only reason this is happening is because my father said I had no other option. The company merger was going to happen. This way my family still kept their wealth and power and a say in the company. Did you want this to happen? I can’t say I would blame you for wanting to marry such a beautiful girl like me.” 

“No. I didn’t want this. My parents threaten to take away my birthright. I would not be the CEO of C Industries unless I married you as a favor to your parents. Now I didn’t want this b-“

“I’m going to stop you there. We both didn’t want this so why are you getting mad? I’m going to be very blunt right now. I love sex. I honestly can never have enough of it so I sleep with any man or woman who even gives me a fuck me look. We are going to get married but I’m still gonna be looking for sex. Look Yejun, you look like a sweet guy but you probably can satisfy me at all in bed. I will act like a good wife in public but I am going to live my life how I want. So if you are now well informed then get the fuck out of my house.”

The way Nagyung spoke to you made you angry yet you also felt sad. Your body reacted on its own as you began to walk towards the exit. Everything was a blur as you were finally back in your car. The anger and sadness remained. Angry that your future wife thought you less of a man. Perhaps you were wondering why you were sad. Well, you always thought you would marry a woman that loved you back. Now that dream. No, fantasy is now gone. 

As you pulled out of the driveway, you began to drive home in an almost robotic state. Fifteen minutes passed as you arrived at your apartment building. Pulling Into the garage, you made your way over to your designated spot and parked in it. Stepping out from your black vehicle, your legs brought you to the entrance where you scanned your keycard. With it unlocked, you made your way over to the small dinky elevator that was already there. Hopping in, the doors slowly closed with a bit of squeal behind them. 

With the elevator going up, you didn’t have to wait more than twenty seconds to reach the 3rd floor. Walking out of the elevator, you walked to the right side and made it to the first door there. Taking out your key, the piece of metal then entered the key slot and turned to the left. Pushing your door open, you then made your way in and closed the door behind you. 

Taking your shoes off, you left them near the door and walked to your couch. Unlike Nagyung, your home honestly was not the best. You didn’t see much of a need for an expensive home. It was all about what you made with the space you had. Wasn’t much but you loved this place. As you slowly removed some of your clothes on the couch, your phone began to ring in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw it was Mr.Lee.

“Hello, Mr.Lee. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Yejun. Did you go see my daughter?”

……..

Silence. What could you even say to him? 

Oh yeah, I went to see her and she told me she’s gonna be getting railed 24/7 by men and women who aren’t married to her. How she’s told me she’s going to constantly cheat on me? Should you say something?

“Yejun? Are you still there?”

“A-Ah yes. We had a little bit of a chat. She was busy with the preparations so it was just a short talk. I’m sure we will talk more.”

“Oh I’m sorry she was busy but I’m glad you got to talk a little bit with her. Why don’t I schedule a dinner for you and her so you get to know each other better.”

“Oh you don’t have to-“

“Oh don’t worry. I’ll set it up for tomorrow night. 7 pm and I will send you the location.”

You didn’t even have time to respond as the phone call ended. How would dinner even go? Guess that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you should just rest. 

7 pm came faster than you anticipated. Your future father-in-law reserved a dinner at Lotte Tower. Honestly, it was all uneventful as you arrived at your table. The view out into Seoul was just amazing. You had personally never eaten at this place but you were plenty excited now. A young waitress at the time walked over and placed a glass of red wine in front of you. With a nod, you grabbed the glass and took a sip. Looking at your watch you saw it was 7 pm exactly, so your date of sorts would be arriving soon. 

One minute passed, then two, and then three. Soon it was ten minutes. By this time you could already imagine what happened. You were stood up. At least you thought you were until a young woman walked up to you. 

“M-May I take a seat? I’m here on behalf of your fiancé.”

With a nod, the young woman took a seat across from you and grabbed the cup of water. Bringing it up to her red lips, the girl began to drink the glass of water until the glass was empty. Placing it down, her eyes met with yours and she quickly looked down.

“Hello, sir. My name is P-Park Jiwon and I will be your new personal assistant.”

“When did I hire you?”

“A-Actually, your Fiancé assigned me to the position. I was working at The Lee company already as her assistant but reassigned me. She already spoke to your parents and hers and they approved.

You weren’t even married yet and this woman was already making decisions for you. 

“And let me guess. She’s currently not here because she went to meet up with one of her appointments.”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“Of course she is. Well then I guess-“

At that time, the young waitress brought over two plates of food and placed them in front of the two of you. 

“Well, this food shouldn't go to waste. Eat with me. Let’s get to know each other if we are going to be working together.”

Jiwon looked a little hesitant but as you raised your wine glass to her with a smile, she nodded her head and raised her own. 

Two hours passed and your table was full of laughter. This nervous girl was wacky and funny. You could tell that working with her was going to be a fun time. Since your dinner was over, the two of you walked out to your car and you helped her get in. You would end up dropping off at her home and then going back to your own.

A week passed and you found yourself moving things into your new office. As you placed your knick-knacks on the shelves on the right wall, a knock was heard at your door. From behind the door; Jiwon came and smiled at you. 

“Ok, I think that’s everything, Mr. Choi. That last of your things were in the box.” 

“When we are alone you don’t need to call me Mr. Choi. Yejun is fine. And thank you for the help.” 

“Of course Mr.- I mean Yejun. So what’s next?”

As Jiwon walked over, her eyes didn’t notice one of the empty boxes near you. Before you could warn her, the young woman tripped and started falling forward. Extending your arms, you managed to catch Jiwon before she smashed her face into the floor. 

“You ok Jiwon?” 

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.” 

“Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy.”

You took a look in the direction of the voice and were met with a glare from your fiancé. Jiwon quickly stood up and got away from you. Bowing towards her, Nagyung got closer and got face to face with Jiwon. 

“Why don’t you go get me a coffee, Jiwon?”

“Yes, Ms.Lee.” 

Running out of your office, Nagyung came over and glared at you now. 

“Was it you?” 

“What was me?” 

“Did you tell the media we’re getting married?”

“No. I did not.” 

“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME.”

“Watch your fucking tone with me. Why the hell would I tell the media?”

“Because it played out exactly how you would want it. Everyone now knows I’m engaged and going to be married. No man wants to risk pissing you off so they all cut their ties to me. None of them will fuck me. Sure I still got some girls to mess around with but I need a man to please me.” 

“Nagyung. I did not tell the media. It probably just made its way out. Maybe this will be a way for you to stop this little habit you have.” 

“Oh shut up. You’re probably looking forwards to fucking your assistant. What the hell did I walk into?” 

“She fell. I caught her. Don’t try to assume you know me.” 

“Whatever. Since the news is out, the media will be outside our wedding. When we pass the camera’s we will be the perfect couple. Do what you need to do so that narrative will play out.” 

You hadn't noticed Nagyung had a tight hold on your arm until she let go. Walking towards the door, Jiwon almost bumped into Nagyung as she was returning. Nagyung took the cold cup from Jiwon's hand and left your office. That nervous girl you had met at dinner returned around her. It’s something you hated to see.

“I’m sorry about that Jiwon.”

“It’s ok. She’s been like that for the two months I worked for her.” 

“Well, I will make sure it stops. Don’t you worry about that.” 

Jiwon’s frown turned into a smile when you told her that. In a short time, you already cared for this girl. You would make sure to protect her the best you could. 

The chirping from birds let you know it was the next day. A little look from your crusty eyes saw that it was seven am. You had to be at the shop to get your hair done by eight. Begrudgingly, your legs threw your covers off of you and made their way to your slippers. Standing up, you managed to tumble your way to the shower and hop in once the dirty pajamas were off. 

You knew your time was short so you made your shower quick. That cold water surely helped you to wake up. Since you were in a bit of a hurry, you took your time in the shower to also brush your teeth. Some people might be disgusted but you do what you need to when you're short on time.

Getting out of the shower, you managed to empty your bladder and run back out to your room. From your dresser came a casual pair of underwear, sweatpants and a shirt. Throwing them on, you then made your way to your kitchen and grabbed a few cookies from a container. Shoving them in your mouth, you then got to your shoe stand grabbed the comfiest pair of sneakers, and threw them on. Looking up at your clock on the wall, you saw it was 7:20 already. 

Grabbing the keys to your vehicle, you rushed your way towards it.

The drive was uneventful as you arrived at the shop with 15 minutes to spare. With your parked near the building. You then made your way to the entrance and met with the Receptionist. The young woman smiled at you as she saw you. 

“Well if it isn’t the man of the hour. Welcome, Mr.Choi. Please follow me, I’m sure you're ready to start getting spiffy for your future bride.” 

With a nod, you began to follow the young woman down a pair of nice granite steps. This shop was amazing. As you finally got down the stairs, you saw plenty of workers running around getting different things ready. 

As you passed a small section of the shop, your ears could hear why people were running all over. The voice of your fiancé was telling people instructions on how she wanted to look. The receptionist pushed you forward into an area with other males that were waiting for you. 

“They will be responsible for getting your hair and other stuff ready. Your fiancé already brought your suit in which you will be married. They will make sure it fits you perfectly despite having your measurements beforehand. Have fun.” 

With a nod, you walked over to the men and gave them a bow. 

“Please make me look good today.”

The men all smiled and Instructed you to sit down. 

Hours went by. It wasn’t just your hair that was getting done. By orders of Nagyung, light makeup was being applied to you. Somehow light makeup took nearly 4 hours. Wouldn’t that be heavy makeup? Either way, it was noon by the time your hair and makeup were done. The staff had ordered some small sandwiches for you all to snack on before you went to put on your suit. With your simple ham sandwich gone, you went and looked at your suit.

The black tux seemed to be custom-tailored to your size. You probably had your parents to thank for that. You could have sworn a suit of yours was missing from your wardrobe. Pulling a cover, you proceeded to remove the tuxedo from its hanger and laid it on a table. Removing your clothes, you proceeded to throw on the white dress shirt and buttoned it up. Grabbing the pants from the table, your right leg went into the right slot and the left leg into the left slot. You had plenty of practice with suits and such. Putting them on wasn’t hard at all. 

After two more minutes, your belt was in the buckles and you had your pants and dress shirt on. The white bow tie that remained on the table stood out to you. Most women made their partner wear the same color their 2nd dress would be. This being the color could either mean she wanted you to look bad, or her dress after the wedding would be white as well. Either way, you proceeded to pick up the bow tie and put it on. The final piece of your outfit was the nice black jacket. As you put it on, your eyes looked into the mirror in front of you. Your outfit was complete. Honestly, it was a perfect fit. 

Pulling back on the cover, you proceeded to walk out towards the stylists and they began to pass a lint roller all over your tux. 

“Perfect sir. Your bride is going to be very happy.”

“Yeah, sure she would.”

“Your wedding is being held at 3 pm in the Seoul Cathedral. That’s about a 30-minute drive from here. It’s 1:30 pm so it’s time to head out. Good luck today and don’t forget to say I do.” 

Giving the men a bow, you began to head back out the way the receptionist had brought you. It was nothing eventful until you found a giant limousine waiting for you. The older man waiting by the back door gave you a bow and pulled it open. Giving the older man a bow, you quickly entered the limo and the door closed behind you. After a few seconds, the man went to the driver's side and hopped in. Before you knew it, you were on your way to the cathedral.

Honestly, it surprised you how many times you were using the same word to describe your wedding day. Uneventful. The 30-minute drive was uneventful until you finally arrived at your destination. The flashing cameras began to surround the vehicle as well as yells from the media. Security was already outside and began to push the men and women away as your vehicle inched forward to its final spot. Once there, the large men who helped push the media away helped you step out of the limo. 

Despite being pushed back once, the various news sites came piling back over once again. The yells of your security were all you could hear as they were throwing the men and women back. Step by step you began to go up the steps of the cathedral. You aren’t even sure how much time it took until you were finally at the entrance. Once past the wooden doors, you could finally hear yourself think. 

As you began to move further into the church, various men and women began to walk toward you and say their hellos. Despite it being early, the church was already filled with various people. A large majority of these people were businessmen and women who wanted to get on your family’s good side. Doesn’t surprise you most of them are there to kiss ass. 

The repeated motions of your arm going up and down were annoying. Sure everyone knows how simple a handshake is but once you reached 30 people, it was just bothersome. With the random businessmen out of the way, next was saying hello to the executives of The Lee Company. As you stood in front of the 6 men and women, your head went down and gave them all a deep bow.

“I welcome you all to my wedding. Thank you for taking the time to come to this event. I’m sure all of your schedules were packed.”

The oldest of the bunch came over and shook your hand. 

“Of course, we need to attend to meet our company president. Some were hesitant but this merger will help make us all a lot of money. I speak on behalf of all of my colleagues here. I am Ru Sangki.” 

“Mr.Ru. I thank you all for coming. Will you be joining us for the festivities after?” 

“Who could ever say no to free alcohol?”

With a small laugh, you proceeded to make your way to the end of the church where your parents were waiting. As your mother's eyes met with your own, you could see she was beginning to tear up.

“Sweetie. Y-You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Mother. Please don’t cry. You know I hate that.” 

“I just never thought I would s-see the day.”

“Well, it’s here whether we like it or not.” 

Placing a hand on your shoulder, your father looked at you. 

“L-Listen Yejun. Your mother and I know this wasn’t your favorite thing but we appreciate you doing this. This will help our families rise to new heights. I guess we’re beginning to sound like broken records but this has already had an impact. Our stock prices have risen 7% since the first word of your wedding. New investors are lining up. The two of you will make this into a worldwide empire. I’m sure of it. You’re both young. I’m sure you will learn to love each other.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but as a matter of respect, you just nodded your head to your father. 

“OK then. Your wedding will start in a few minutes. Why don’t you go stand up there and we will get started once your bride arrives.”

“Yes, father.” 

Walking up on the stage, you began to just wait and give everyone a nod as they got to their seats. Minute after minute passed as your foot began to tap on the wooden floor. You were in your own world until the sound of an organ playing spooked you. The stereotypical tune from weddings began to play for everyone’s ears. Everyone was sitting for a minute until the sound of the doors could be heard. 

The crowd now standing, looked back and began to take pictures. Your eyes first noticed the older man with her arm intertwined. Next to him was the young woman who had a white dress. Nagyung’s wedding dress wasn’t like other women’s. Most women had massive gowns that could fall to the floor. The fluff from those dresses was always a lot yet Nagyung didn’t dress like that. 

Your fiancé’s dress was short. Her legs were on full display for the crowd to see. The two straps on her shoulders showed her soft skin. The white down her body showed her beautiful curves that could make any man drool. Around her neck, the collar of her dress seemed to have jewels all around to just show a look of elegance. 

Step by step, the young woman got closer as her father held her arm. Small cries could be heard on the left-hand side. As you looked, your eyes noticed Nagyung’s mother crying at the sight of her daughter. You could tell she was just happy her child was getting married. After a few more seconds, Mr.Lee and Nagyung were finally at the front. 

Walking down the five steps, your arm then extended to take Nagyung. Mr.Lee in that moment caught you by surprise as he hugged you. 

“Look after her please.”

You were a bit shocked by this action but after you composed yourself, Mr.Lee revived a nod yes from you. Taking Nagyung’s arm, the two of you went up the 5 wooden steps and met with a priest who seemed to appear out of thin air. 

“Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to welcome you all here today. It’s not often family, friends and loved ones get the chance to gather all together but you all took the time to come here for a very special moment. The moment when a man and woman become one. This is a sacred event that has stood the test of time. One that plenty would feel blessed to have, and I am sure these two feel just that way. Choi Yejun and Lee Nagyung have brought you here today for this. Their marriage. Now as I stand before these two, I can see the nerves on their faces. What couple wouldn’t be nervous on their special day but this just shows the love the two have for each other.”

You could almost laugh hearing those words but you needed to keep the act up. Nagyung smiled at the priest and nodded her head. 

“Now Yejun, the duty of a husband can be tough. Sometimes you will be a friend, other times a confidant but you will always be the head of the family. You will be responsible for the needs your wife will have. Be that someone to talk to or someone to just enjoy time together. The key to all this will be communication. Communication will be the thing to help your marriage last as long as people like your parents. I hope you can fulfill the needs of your family. Now Nagyung. That same goes for you. The role of a husband can be hard at times but you will be his friend and confidant. The two of you will also have the struggles of running a business but if you communicate, then you can stand everything thrown at you two. Now I know plenty of weddings like to go on for an hour and bore you all with different sorts of speeches but I’m not going to do that to you all. I’ll make it shorter than average. We will now move on to the vows. We will start with Yejun. Repeat after me.”

At least this wasn’t going to be long.

“I, Choi Yejun.”

“I, Choi Yejun.”

“Take you, Lee Nagyung.”

“Take you, Lee Nagyung.”

“To be my wife.”

“To be my wife.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“Now Nagyung. Repeat after me. I, Lee Nagyung.”

“I, Lee Nagyung.”

“Take you, Choi Yejun.”

“To be my Husband.”

“To be my Husband.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“Thank you, both of you. Now I must ask. Should anyone have any reason these 2 should not be wed today, please speak or forever hold your piece.”

Silence in the church.

“Well then. As I said I wouldn’t make this long. By the power vested in me by South Korea and god, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

As you looked at your bride. Your eyes met with hers and saw she was smiling at you. You could tell it was fake but you had to play the part. Putting your hand on your wife’s waist, you then pull her closer and put your left hand on the back of her head. Tilting your head to the left, you then pulled Nagyung’s face toward you and connected your lips. The kiss was simple, just your lips touching but your heart was racing. It had been years since you kissed a girl. You were ready to push your tongue forward until Nagyung pulled her face back. 

Cheers filled the church as the two of you faced the crowd. Smiles were on everyone’s faces. Your parents as well as your in-laws seemed happy. With the feeling of happiness in the air, you couldn’t help but give a genuine smile. At that time, Nagyung pulled your head closer to hers. 

“Carry me to the limo. Make it seem romantic, idiot.”

Now your fake smile is back. Picking the young woman up, you began to walk down the wooden steps and go down the aisle. The cheers continued as you went down and gave everyone a quick nod. Nagyung pulled herself up a little and began to kiss your cheek. Each step you took brought you closer and closer to the doors. Security was ready as you finally reached the end. Your parents and in-laws managed to keep up with you and were ready to go out. 

“Take a few pictures for the media and walk to the limo. We will join you there.”

“Ready, Nagyung?”

“Let’s do this.”

With security pushing the door open, your eyes were immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Yells from your security as well as the media hit your ears once more. You thought they were crazy before but now that your wife was in your arms, they almost lost it. You were now the power couple of South Korea. Each push on the men that were in front of you wasn’t fruitful. It took a couple of tries for you to make any progress towards the limo. 

More of your guards came and began to pull the cameramen away from you all. Taking a chance, you posed with Nagyung and she smiled for the cameras. After an intense struggle that lasted five minutes, you were finally at the limo door. For one final picture, you looked at Nagyung and attached your lips to hers. The kiss was the same as before, just on the lips. It made your heart skip a beat until your wife pulled away again. 

Putting your wife down, the young woman stepped into the limo and you followed behind. Your parents as well as in-laws also hopped in the limo and then closed the door. Unlike before, security already had them away from the vehicle and you were able to take off. Hugs were passed around as everyone hugged their parents. Your parents then hugged Nagyung and your in-laws hugged you.

“Your dress was stunning. So different from other brides.” 

“Thank you, Mrs.Choi. I-“

“Call me Mom please.” 

“Thank you M-Mom. I had the dress custom-made by some famous stylists at Versace. It was worth every penny.” 

The rest of your ride was filled with Nagyung talking about her dress as well as the different jewelry she had on her person. For not wanting to get married she truly went all out for her dress. Fifteen minutes passed as you reached the venue for the reception. A hotel.  Your wife had reserved several rooms and suites in this massive hotel. As the limo parked at the entrance, security stood guard and helped you get out. Helping Nagyung get out, you extended your arm once more and began to walk in with your family. 

“Now me and your in-laws will finish setting up the reception. You two go over to the conference room and we will come get you when it’s time.” 

“Ok, mom.” 

Walking to an adjoining room, you and Nagyung found a couple of reclining seats and sat in them. The only noises that could be heard were the music as well as the staff workers who were setting up. You Weren’t sure how much time had passed until you heard a small grunt from Nagyung. Looking in her direction, the young woman was standing up and walking towards the door. 

“You ok?”

“I’m gonna go do something. I’ll be back.” 

You didn’t get the chance to respond as your wife pulled the door open and left. You were getting ready to follow behind her until the door opened again. A smile filled your face as you saw it was Jiwon. 

“Congratulations Yejun!”

“Thank you Jiwon. I didn’t know you were in attendance.”

“Well of course I needed to come. I want to support you and be here in case you need something. So where is your bride going?”

“She said she would be back. That’s it.”

Jiwon’s smile turned into a look of sadness when she heard that. 

“I think I know where she went. Follow me.”

Should you?

Jiwon didn’t wait as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the rooms. The first floor seemed to have a few hotel rooms. As you went down this hallway, Jiwon reached one of the many doors there and pulled out a keycard. Scanning it, the green light appeared and she pushed the door open. Walking in, you were met by a sight that angered you. Nagyung had her arms wrapped around another woman and was kissing her neck. Somehow they didn’t even notice you. 

“Nagyung. You’re married now. W-We shouldn’t.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure he won't mind it being another girl, Seoyeon.”

You weren’t sure why you were surprised. She said she was going to keep cheating but with the men avoiding her, you thought the women would too. Your eyes seeing this were suddenly met with the worried young woman. You could see the fear in her eyes as what she worried about happened. 

“M-Mr. Choi.”

Nagyung at that time turned around and saw you. Most people would act shocked when caught cheating. Nagyung just rolled her eyes. 

“Did you bring my husband here?”

Jiwon was silent for a second until she nodded yes. 

“Next time keep to yourself. Or you will be out a Jo-“

“You will not be out of a job Jiwon. I give you my word on that. Nagyung. I truly thought that maybe you would not do it but I’m here and you couldn’t give a shit. Wow.” 

As you began to walk out of the room, you could hear Nagyung scoff and yell at you. You paid her no mind as you and Jiwon returned to your waiting room. Once there, you took a seat again and just closed your eyes. While anger was coming off in waves, you felt a hand touch your arm. It was Jiwon and you could tell she was sorry for you. In a short time, this girl was already proving to be a better friend than any you had before. 

“Sorry. I know this wasn’t your choice but maybe if you have a normal conversation with her then she will listen and stop.” 

You were just silent. It could seem stupid but it only really hurt because Nagyung was keeping stuff from you, lying.  At that time your fiancé returned and took a seat. The two of you were just glaring at each other now. Tension was all that could be felt in the air. Nagyung could have probably jumped on you until a knock on the door caught everyone's attention. It was the party planner. 

“Everything is all set. Let’s go show everyone the lovely couple.”

Your feelings would have to wait, you now had to be the perfect couple. Standing up, you and your wife met at the door and intertwined your arms. Both of you put a fake smile on your faces and walked toward the reception hall door. The doors were quickly pulled open and music began to play. You and Nagyung began to playfully dance to the tune while going into the reception hall. Cheers echoed in the venue as the two of you made your way to the center of the hall. 

You were ready to continue walking toward your seats until a slow song began to play. Normally the first dance would be later on but it looked like it was at that moment. Placing your hand on Nagyung’s thin waist, the two of you began to stumble a bit and go in the opposite direction. To everyone, it was just nerves when in reality you had never practiced this with your wife. 

“Get your shit together and dance. I better not be embarrassed by this.”

Looking to the right a bit, Nagyung began to follow you and you both swayed left and then right in tune. Your dance wasn’t amazing but it served its purpose. A couple of minutes passed as the song stopped and everyone clapped. Directed to your table, the two of you took your seats and looked out into the crowd. It would be a long rest of the day. 

Hours went by. To say it was horrible was an understatement. Every few minutes Nagyung would pull you closer and complain about something you did. Insult after insult continued to go in your ears. How were you going to have a calm conversation with your wife? You were angry. She was angry and annoyed. Would your emotions cause problems in this chat? A sudden pinch on your arm brought you back to your senses. The two of you had been bowing toward everyone who came to the weddings and it had ended. As people packed the dance floor and music blared in people’s ears, your parents and in-laws walked over and placed a few folders in front of the two of you. 

“We know it’s been a long night, and it’s still technically a little early but we couldn’t wait any longer. In front of you are the deeds to your new home. Now C Industries has been developing a new mega building near the heart of Seoul. Well, the penthouse is already done. This home would be worth several million but it’s our wedding gift to the two of you.”

Both you and Nagyung were surprised. The two of you thought it would be time to go home shopping soon but your parents gifted you one. Both you and Nagyung bowed your heads and the massive gift you both received. 

“Finally. In front of you are the transfer of ownership documents for both you and Nagyung. It’s all set. You both just need to sign and Yejun will be the CEO while Nagyung will be the COO.”

Pulling the cover to the manilla folder, the documents were all there and you began to give them a look over. There were no tricks in the end. This was the moment you had been dreaming about your whole life. Picking up a pen, your hand went down to the bottom of the document and began to sign. Once your lengthy signature was done, you took a glance to the left and saw Nagyung was done signing as well. Your wife was smiling and u like her previous ones, this one looked genuine.

“We are proud of the two of you. Welcome the new leaders of C Industries!”

Finally after everything today you were happy now also. 

“We know it’s a bit early but the presidential suit was reserved for the two of you tonight. Here are the keycards so you can enter. Go ahead and leave whenever you want. We love you both.” 

With your parents and in-laws leaving, Nagyung immediately took one of the cards and looked up at the clock. It was 10 pm. 

“Well, I will be heading to the suite. I’m done with all these fake smiles I’ve been giving. Have fun dumbass.”

Standing up, Nagyung made her way to the exit and bowed at everyone as she left. You were left alone at your table now. It felt awkward. Should you just go to your room also? Wait, what if Nagyung was meeting with another person again? 

Your mind began to go in circles as you asked yourself that question repeatedly. Your body reacted on its own as you made your way to the exit. After saying your goodbyes, you quickly made your way towards the elevator and waited for it. After a minute, the metal cage arrived and you walked in. Scanning your keycard, you then pressed the button to the presidential suite and the doors closed. As you went up, your leg began to bounce as you waited to get to your room. 

A loud ding brought you back to earth and the doors opened. Right in front of you was the entrance to the suit. With the card scanner on the handle, you quickly scanned the rectangle in your hand and saw the green light. Walking in, the door was pushed almost all the way but then stopped by a pair of white heels. Pushing your way past the door, you continued your way further until you reached the living room. On the couch sat your wife. The bottle of champagne on the table in front of her was opened and she was enjoying it. 

“Why are you up here?” 

“I have just as much right to be in this room Nagyung.” 

Grabbing a glass, you then poured some of the contents of the bottle into it. You didn’t even hesitate to down the entire glass of champagne. Nagyung scoffed at this action and filled her glass once more. 

“You’re acting like you had a tough day. I had to act like the perfect wife.”

“And you are acting like you aren’t a nightmare to deal with. I tried my best to be kind towards you all day yet all you did was treat me like trash.” 

Nagyung’s scoff returned as she then stood up. 

“I have been treating you well, all things considered.”

Your wife at that time walked towards the bedroom, leaving you shocked at her words. Following behind you raised your voice a bit. 

“That was treating me well? How the fuck is that treating me well?”

“You got to kiss a gorgeous woman like me. I think that’s pretty good for a loser like you. Plus you ruined one of my chances to destress. I could have slapped you for that.” 

“First. You need to stop calling me a loser. I don’t get where you got that idea and secondly, you went to do shit like that on our wedding day. You don’t even care.” 

“I don’t care. I told you I love sex. A wimp like you can’t satisfy me.”

Getting closer to Nagyung, your glare met with hers.

“I have asked you already. Stop calling me a wimp. I’m getting tired of this.”

“Wimp, wimp, wimp.” 

Our anger was ready to boil over. You had this rage you wanted to release but you didn’t know how. You hadn’t noticed how close your face was to Nagyung’s until you could feel her breath on yours. The two of you were angry and needed to get rid of this feeling. 

Your bodies reacted on their own as you both grabbed each other. Your lips were connected to Nagyung’s before you knew what was happening. This wasn’t like the short kisses you had before. You had wanted to push your tongue forward before and now you had the chance. 

As your tongue moved into her mouth, the two of you began to fight against each other. You would have figured Nagyung would push you away but she continued to kiss you. The young woman’s tongue was shorter than yours, yet she managed to put up a good fight. Your tongues were pushing against each other and then circling, chasing each other.  With your pent-up anger, you finally pushed your tongue against hers and took control in her mouth. Oxygen was something the two of you didn’t notice until your lungs felt empty. 

Pulling back, both of your chests heaved as they took in as much air as possible. Still, your face ended up back in her body only now her neck. First, you began with small pecks on her soft skin. A few pecks later you began to nibble on her skin and pull a bit. The combination of your kisses and bites began to leave a red mark on your wife’s neck. Soft moans hit your ear as Nagyung held you close. 

You weren’t sure when but after a little bit, Nagyung was already pulling off your jacket and ripped off your tie. Your hands stopped being idle after those actions and followed her lead. Your wife didn’t have much clothes on, so it was easy to begin to raise her white dress. Pulling back from your bride's neck, she began to help you remove her wedding dress. As the clothes began to leave her body, your eyes were blessed by the sight of her nude breast. Nagyung didn’t have a bra on this entire time. Just that thought made your already stiff cock to twitch. 

Nagyung seemed impatient as the young woman ripped the buttons to your shirt open. With that out of the way, your hands went down to your belt and unhooked it. Pulling the leather belt off your pants, Nagyung quickly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. Raising both your legs, your pants were finally gone and you were matching Nagyung. Only your undergarments remained. 

“Not bad for a wimp.”

“Shut up you bitch. Why am I even doing this?”

“Please, I'm asking myself that. You probably have a little shrimp dick.”

Nagyung’s hand reached out and took hold of your clothes shaft. Your wife had a smirk on her face until she began to feel around. 

“Take a look then.” 

Your wife rolled her eyes at the cockiness in your tone and dropped to her knees. As she went down, her hands wrapped around the band of your underwear and pulled it down. As your cock was freed from its confines, it accidentally hit Nagyung in the face as she got closer. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at your dick. Raising her hand slowly, your wife’s dainty fingers wrapped around your cock. 

“Well well well. I guess my husband is blessed with a nice cock after all.”

Slowly, Nagyung’s hand began to move up and down your length. With each small stroke, a bit of precum left your tips and began to move down your shaft. The clear slick began to slick up your wife’s hand a bit. Her hand was soft and moving slowly, yet it felt great. Nagyung. Could tell these small actions felt amazing as she then sped up a little bit.

“Awe. Your cock is heating up a bit. This is probably the most a girl has ever done to your length.”

“I’m not a virgin Nagyung. I just don’t Sleep around with anything that breathes.”

“Well you should be happy your wife loves sex. Because that means I’m an expert at this.”

Goosebumps filled your body as you felt something warm wrap around your cock. Looking down, your eyes met with Nagyung’s as her mouth trapped your tip. A few small sucks began to attack your cock head. A slight groan left your mouth as Nagyung continued this action. Sure it felt great but it would quickly bore you. 

Nagyung seemed to have read your mind as she smirked a bit. Lower and lower went your wife’s mouth on your length. You weren’t sure how but Nagyung managed to move your entire length down her throat. After five seconds, Nagyung pulled her mouth back and off your length. Your wife then began to move her tongue on your length and moved it from the base to your tip. Left then right went her tongue around your cock. Moving down to your balls, Nagyung began to move her tongue around them and played with them. Your wife’s hand while she sucked on your balls stroked it up and down. 

After a minute, Nagyung returned her mouth to your length and began to suck on your cock head. Down went her head on your length inch by inch until you filled her throat. The same action repeated two more times until Nagyung hit you with something new. When you filled her throat once more, you felt a vibration around your length as well as a constriction. Nagyung was somehow massaging your cock with her throat. It was unlike anything you had felt before. If you truly were a virgin, you would have blasted your load down Nagyung's throat at that moment. 

Pulling back, Nagyung giggled a bit and just looked at you. 

“How does that feel dear? I told you I’m talented. Or maybe you are just a virgin.

“T-That was….. ok.” 

“Well. If it’s just ok then fuck my face. Dump a load down my throat.”

With the same insult being repeated, you decided to take her up on this invitation. Both of your hands took hold of Nagyung’s head and your waist began to move back and forth. At first, it was slow but when your eyes met with Hers, you saw she rolled them at you. With a sudden thrust, Nagyung’s throat was filled and her eyes shot out a bit. Back and forth your cock entered and left her mouth. Your wife’s throat was getting filled every second with your action. Despite this, she would take deep breaths when she could and took it. She truly wasn’t a rookie at this. Once again, Nagyung began to constrict your length with her throat. The feeling every time felt like the first time. The girl certainly wanted you to cum. 

“F-Fuck. Guess you can do more than just complain with that mouth.”

You felt almost embarrassed but you knew you were close. Using as much strength as you could, you pounded into your wife’s throat. You didn’t have time to warn Nagyung as you thrust into her throat a final time, blowing your load. Shot after shot of your cum went down the young woman’s canal. A small pur left Nagyung’s mouth as your semen filled her stomach. It was one of the best orgasms you had in a while. Letting go of your wife, Nagyung pulled back and began to suck on your tip. Your whole body jolted as you were still sensitive.

“Fuck. I haven’t swallowed a load that big in a while. You must have needed to let one out for a while now.”

Your head just nodded a bit as Nagyung stood up and laid her back on the bed. 

“Hurry up and eat my pussy. I better cum from that worthless tongue of yours.

After finally catching your breath, your legs dropped down and you brought yourself up to Nagyung’s legs.

“Sit back and enjoy, bitch.”

Wrapping your arms around Nagyung’s thick thighs, you then pulled your wife closer. Deciding to tease Nagyung, your lips went to her legs, and began to kiss them. Each peck down her leg brought you closer and closer to her panties. Nagyung being impatient wrapped her hand on her panties and pulled them down. With her privates uncovered, your kisses got closer and closer until you hovered about her pussy. Her slick had covered her legs already and you had a taste, but now you wanted more

“Fucking eat my pussy.” 

You would have liked to leave her there frustrated, but you decided to be nice and gave her pussy a kiss. A little moan left her mouth and you gave her lips another kiss. You repeated this action as your hands moved up to her folds. Spreading them open, your tongue took the chance to push in and began to lick around. More moans left Nagyung’s mouth as your tongue began to swirl in her cavern. 

With her folds parted, your eyes managed to see your wife’s clit. With your left hand, you began to run her nub in little circles. Letting go of Nagyung’s folds, you then used your right hand and pushed your index finger into her. The small moans were replaced with swears as your fingers moved in and out of her pussy. All 3 actions made your wife begin to jump around. She wasn’t ready for you to please her. Nagyung was truly caught off guard. 

Adding two more fingers at once, Nagyung’s legs began to shake at the combined efforts of your hands and tongue. In and out your fingers pistoned Nagyung’s tunnel faster and faster. Your tongue with its continuous flicks on her clit began to speed up despite your mouth getting tired. Nagyung was close and you could tell.

Pulling back, you looked up at Nagyung and heard a groan from her. 

“Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Maybe we should just leave you here as payback or-“

Nagyung wasn’t happy and pulled your head back into her snatch. Should you keep going? Nagyung didn’t wait as her fingers began to rub her clit. Your three fingers pushed back into her snatch and your tongue licked her folds. It didn’t take long for Nagyung to get close to her orgasm again. Moving your fingers as fast as possible. 

“F-Fuck. Just a l-little more.”

Keeping the same pace, Nagyung soon began to jolt around and yell. A rush of fluids hit your face and you then opened your mouth. Each squirt of your wife’s fluids filled your mouth quickly. Drinking it, your body shivered as you had the best-tasting drink of your life. Pulling back, Nagyung was panting for air and had a bright smile on her face.

All of this made you hard again. You thought you were turned on before, but now. You wanted to fuck the life out of your wife. You didn’t hesitate to stand back up and line your length with her folds. Nagyung saw this and smirked. 

“Look at you. Taking charge. I wonder if that cock can make me cum.”

“I already made you cum.”

“That was with my help. I doubt you can do it on your own but go ahead and try.”

“Let’s see if that loose pussy can make me cum.” 

Your cock head began to push forward and wrapped around your length. You didn’t hesitate to go as deep as possible in that instant. Every inch of your length was wrapped by Nagyung’s walls, and it was the greatest feeling ever. Pulling back, you began to move back and forth. 

“Mhmmmm. Such a beautiful cock but I’ve had better.” 

Your anger returned as you wrapped your hands on her hips. Harder and harder your cock began to shove itself into your wife.

“Little better but I think I should go find a better cook than you right now.”

Adding a bit of speed, your hips thrusted more and more into Nagyung’s pussy. Achieving a steady speed, you continued to fuck Nagyung. 

Clap clap clap

Those were the sounds that could be heard in the room. Finding a bit more strength, you began to move harder. Grunts left your mouth as Nagyung moaned. 

“T-That’s fucking it. Keep going, wimp” 

Grabbing Nagyung’s hair, you aggressively pulled your wife’s upper body closer to you. 

“S-Stop calling me a wimp.” 

“Y-You want me to stop. Then make sure I cum.”

Lowering your hand, your fingers began to search until you found her clit once more. As your wife did before, your fingers began to move her clit in circles. You could feel your wife begin to constrict her walls on your length from this action. You hadn’t noticed Nagyung had her arms wrapped around your neck until now. Letting go of her upper body, your head moved down and went into her breast. 

With your mouth wide open, you managed to find Nagyung’s right nipple and wrapped it around your lips. At first, you began to give it a few teases but soon you began to suck on it harder. You were never the best multitasker yet you managed to keep fucking Nagyung, playing with her clit and sucking on her breasts. Raising your head, you then moved your mouth to her left breast and began to suck on her nipple. 

“Fuck. I-I’ve needed this.”

“M-Me too.”

You were surprised at that moment as Nagyung pulled your head back. You thought she was going to push you away until she brought her lips to yours. The two of you were in a battle once more. Your tongues fighting for dominance. This kiss was aggressive, yet you could feel almost a sense of care in it. Pulling back from the kiss, Nagyung smiled at you and kissed your cheek. 

“B-Babe. Keep going, please. I’m going to cum if you keep this pace.” 

Your heart fluttered a bit when she called you that. You were going to help her cum. Keeping your thrusting pace, your fingers sped up and stimulated her clit even more. Nagyung at that time began to yell once more and jump around in your arms. Your wife’s eyes began to roll back as she continued to jump around. The construction around your length was just as good as her throat, you were ready to cum. With a few more thrusts, your length reached the end of your wife’s caverns. Your seed began to flood your wife’s snatch as you fell on top of your wife. Your cock throbbed more than five times as you filled her to the brim with your semen. 

You weren’t sure how much time passed as you felt Nagyung kissing your neck. Getting back up, you looked down and saw your cum leaking out of your wife’s pussy. Nagyung brought her fingers down at that moment and grabbed some of the semen that was dripping. 

Raising it to her mouth, your wife playfully spun around and raised her ass towards you. 

“Put another load in me.”

You didn’t need to think twice about that invitation. Despite everything, your cock was still plenty hard. Nagyung at that time reached back and lined your length up with her folds. With a push, your length was enveloped in your wife’s caverns once more. 

“Fuck. How are you so tight?” 

“How do you have such a nice cock?”

Picking up a little speed, your thrusts began to get harder. Nagyung at that time brought her upper body up and you took hold of her arms. From your wife’s delicate arms, they began to go up and take hold of her breast. Your lips once more went to her neck and you began to pepper it with kisses.

“God I love that. Maybe I really won’t need another cock after this.” 

“Here y-you go again. This is the only cock you are going to have from now on.”

“M-Maybe but you get a pleasure other men have never had.” 

“And what’s that you whore.”

Nagyung’s walls got tighter with that word. 

“None of them got to fuck me without a condom. Let alone fill me with cum.” 

“Then let me fuck a-another load into your loose pussy.”

Nagyung moaned when you insulted her again. Your speed began to increase when you could imagine another load in your wife. Letting go of her left breast, you immediately raised it and slapped her ass. A grunt left Nagyung as you then slapped her ass again. 

“Y-You can do better dear. Fuck me like others have before.” 

Your slaps continued on her ass after she said those words. 

“S-Shut up you whore.”

“W-Whore? Yet you’re fucking me.”

“B-Because this is my pussy now.” 

Your thrusts increased and Nagyung began to grunt like you. 

“C-Choke me.” 

You would have never thought of yourself grabbing your partner's neck during sex but with the way Nagyung spoke to you, there wasn’t any hesitation. Both of your hands wrapped around the young woman’s neck and began to squeeze a bit. This seemed to turn Nagyung more. The constriction around your cock got tighter with each squeeze you gave her neck. Nagyung began to lower her hand down to her clit but you saw this and slapped her hand away. 

“Y-You come when I say so.” 

Your right hand continued to give a few squeezes to her neck while your left hand went to her clit. Rubbing it in circles once more. Your combined efforts were bringing Nagyung to her orgasm, and you were soon to follow. Should you be ashamed about cuming so soon again? Probably not when you were making her cum quickly also. 

Every one of your actions went as fast as they could. The rubbing of Nagyung’s clit, the choking of her neck, and the thrusting Into her walls. 

“P-Please. Just a little more.”

With your constant pace, you saw Nagyung’s body begin to shake as her third orgasm of the night came. A rush of fluids hit the bed as you gave her neck one final squeeze. Just like your hands. Your wife’s walls squeezed around your cock and tried to milk you of all you had. Letting go of her neck, your cum began to fill Nagyung. Pants for air and mains filled the room, just like you filled your wife. 

After a minute, Nagyung pulled her body away from yours and pulled the covers to the bed. Hoping under the covers, you followed her and wrapped her in your arms. 

The room was silent until Nagyung broke the air. 

“Can I be honest?” 

“Sure.”

“That was some of the best sex I’ve had in a while. You were great but I still want to sleep with other partners. I have been doing this for so long and it will just be so hard to change myself. 

You began to chuckle a bit hearing that. 

“I have a compromise. Why don’t you let me sleep with other women and you can sleep with other women as well?”

You were amazed at what you just heard. You were mad about your fiancé trying to sleep with others but now your mind was debating if you should take this offer.

“It’s called an open relationship. And to stay clean I will only sleep with women I introduce you to and you can sleep with women I introduce you to. You already proved that cock can satisfy me. I won’t lie to you anymore or try to trick you but please let me continue this life, dear.”

Should you do it? should you change your morals just to have more sex?

“I’ll let you fuck Saerom unnie first if you would like.”

Your cock twitched at the thought of fucking her. Her beautiful body certainly had never left your mind when you saw it. This deal would be in your favor. 

“Fuck it. Let’s do it. So much for being angry at you for trying to sleep with others."

Nagyung laughed and hopped back on you. The young girl smirked and began to kiss your neck. 

“I hope we can wake up early. Our flight to Jeju is at 7 am. This week is going to be filled with fucking. Let’s see if you can keep up, wimp."

“One way to find out.” 

Plunging Nagyung back on your rod, the young woman began to bounce as you pulled her down for a kiss. 

This relationship is going to be Interesting.

A/n 2- Thank you for reading. Not the best but i hope you enjoyed it. Not sure when i will come back with another piece so until then. Thank you for reading, sorry for typos and see you next time

[thelittleangel]

Cowboys are frequently (secretly) fond of each other

Part 2

Tags: Dean Winchester x Cowboy! Reader, fluff, flirting, male reader, soft romance.

Warnings: possibly OOC, no use of Y/N.

Taglist: @wraith-posts @waywardseraph @agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666

He looked at me, then at my father, then back to me.  I focus on my hands on the table.  My father was the first to speak. “I’ve been tracking this thing for a while.”  I open my mouth, choking on the lump in my throat.  “What is it?”

My father looks over at me.  “A vampire.”  I start thinking back to all of the evidence of the last case.  “But that doesn’t make sense.  It was an animal that was killed, not a person.”  

“Son, with all due respect, I've been on this case a lot longer than you.”  I looked up at him in shock.  “How long have you been in town, dad?”  He looked over at me, his expression kept neutral.  “How long?” I demanded.  His expression turned into something more solemn.  “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?  And you didn’t even try to make contact with me?”

“I knew you wouldn’t want to get involved.”

I felt my expression morph into that of anger.  “You’re my dad!  And you’re always moving around, so it’s not like I'm ever going to see you unless you’re passing through.”

My father’s face crumpled into a face of sorrow and irritation.  His eyebrows scrunched into an expression of anger.  “That wouldn’t even be a problem if you had never left the life.”

I scoff, my eyes stinging with tears.  I managed to put a smile on my face. “And here I thought you supported me.  Guess I was wrong.”  I grab my coat and hat and leave the bar.  I put my hat on my head and stepped outside, but then stopped when I realized that someone drove me here. 

 I put on my jacket, and the door opened behind me.  “I don’t want to talk to you, dad.”  but a different voice answered me.  “Good thing I'm not your dad.  You sound like a spitfire when you’re angry.”

I turn around and look at Dean.  I study his face for any changes, but it’s mostly the same.  Still the same freckles.  Still the same stubble, the same eyes.  God, I adore those eyes.  I could never get tired of those eyes.

  I study his expression yet again.  He’s hurt, confused, but there’s still some affection there.  “I’m so sorry.”  he blinks.  More confusion.  

“Why are you sorry?”  

“I could have told you.”  

He steps closer to me, his expression going soft.  “Baby, we didn’t know.  It’s ok.”

I laugh.

“What?”

“I didn’t know we were using pet names this early in our relationship.”

His expression brightens considerably.  “There’s a relationship?”

My face begins to copy his grin.  “There could be, but I'm gonna need your name first.”

He sticks out his hand for a shake.  “Dean.  Winchester.”

I shake his hand and gently pull him close to me.  He smiles and rests his forehead against mine.  I look into those green eyes and breathe in his scent.  He smells like gun smoke and leather.  The love in his eyes is so pure and so intense.  

“Hey.  what do you say we get out of here?”

I let out a girlish giggle and take his hand.  We ran back to his car and got inside.  

He turns the heaters on, putting our hands in front of it.  We smile at each other for a soft and warm moment.  

I gently take his head into my hands.  Looking at him now, those green eyes are all I see.  I could see the most beautiful forests in the world, but they wouldn’t be Dean's eyes.  I lean away from him and take off my hat, gently placing it on his head.

His laughs, tilting the hat.  I look deeper into his eyes.  His face sobers up, looking deeply into mine.  He gently slides the hat off.  His hands find their way to my waist.  He pulls me onto his lap.  

“What are we going to do about the vamps?”

My hands are on the back of his neck. “I think that’s a problem for the future Dean.”

A goofy grin slips onto my face. “What about right now Dean?”

He smiles, and the dying sunlight hits his eyes in that way that makes them glow.  

He leans forward, with a smile.  “I’m sure he can think of a few ideas.”

I lean with him.  I place a hand on his cheek.  I feel the smile drop from my face.  I look into his green, green eyes for what feels like an eternity. 

Our breaths begin to blend into each other, becoming another beautiful product of us.  His eyes became half lidded, his expression going soft.  I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes.  

“Hey.” 

I open my eyes. “Yeah?” 

“Are you sure you want to be a part of my life?  I’m not gonna lie to you, there’s always crap going on.”

My grip on his face becomes firmer.  “I want this.  All of this.  I want your crap, your bad days.  I want your sadness and your joy too.  I want to share your life with mine.  I want to be a part of your life.  I want you.”

“And I want all of yours.”  He holds out his pinky.  “I know it seems like a cliche, but…promise?”

“I can think of a better idea.”

I pull him into me, our lips crashing together.

 I feel the rest of the world fall away, and all that’s left is him and I.

[themultifandomgal]

Hello can you please do one of Chris Argent we’re he is a overprotective and jealous husband and father to her wife y/n ( she is pregnant with their second child is a girl) and daughter Allison and I love your work seriously

Chris Argent- Not Much Of A Secret

Yes Chris and I had Allison young and yes we married young, but 18 years later we’re still married and now expected our second baby, another girl. We always wanted another baby, but unfortunately we had a few miscarriages. So we gave up trying. 1 drunken night though ended up with us being pregnant. Of course we are ecstatic even if we’re both much older now.

My family have always been hunters so of course I knew about the supernatural when we arrived at Beacon Hills. Now us and the wolves are allies, something I never thought would ever happen, but here we are. Although, Peter and I don’t get on. He likes to annoy me which always gets under Chris’ skin. So whenever we have meetings we try to stay away from one another.

I have been staying away from the pack since I found out I was pregnant due to the morning sickness, but now that’s finally passed I’m joining Chris at a meeting at the Hale Loft.

I walk into the loft holding Chris’ hand in mine. Chris guides me to a sit and we sit down. Annoyingly Peter sits down next to me smiling

“What do you want?” I roll my eyes

“I know your secret” I frown looking at him. He leans in and whispers “you’ve got 2 heart beats. Your pregnant. Is that why we haven’t seen your pretty face around here?”

“Yeah and so does every wolf in here, but they aren’t saying anything because they’re respecting mine and Chris’ privacy” i hiss back. Chris places his hand on my thigh trying to sooth me

“Feisty” Peter carries on smirking. I cross my arms and turn away from him to focus on Scott in front of us ready to talk about the newest threat.

An hour goes by and Chris’ hand never leaves my leg and I can tell he’s irritated by Peter sat next to me. He keeps glancing at me trying to get under my skin. We finish up with our meeting which causes a sigh of relief from Chris, but before we can leave Peter stands up and clears his throat

“So aren’t you going to make the announcement?”

“Do we really need to?” I reply “everyone knows here. Well except Lydia and Stiles, sorry”

“What’s going on?” Stiles asks confused

“Peter leave it. If they aren’t ready to talk to us then it’s not up to you to tell everyone. Give them some privacy” Derek scolds his uncle

“I’m lost” Lydia frowns

“She’s pregnant” Peter smirks

“Peter!” Derek yells. Peter walks towards me and and Chris, but Chris stands protectively in front of me

“She’s having a baby that’s why we haven’t seen her”

“What’s the problem with that? I don’t understand why your acting like it’s some big scandal?” I frown

“Nothing wrong. Just like winding you up” he laughs walking past us

“I don’t like him” Chris huffs

“Well I guess we should say congratulations” Lydia smiles

“Thank you” I smile back

“I’ll talk to him about raining it in” Derek says

“Thanks”

“Come on let’s go home. Allison are you coming come with us?”

“Actually, Scott and I are going on a date”

“Ok just be home at a decent time” I tell Allison who nods in response.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

I cannot sleep so instead I am trying to work out exactly what Rolan, Cal and Lia have been doing all their lives and this is what I’ve come up with (thoughts welcome).

Ages

I’d guess Rolan is in his mid-to-late twenties (27?) and Lia and Cal in their early twenties (maybe 21-22 and 20 respectively?). I feel like there has to be a decent (like 5+) year age difference to explain why he’s so protective of them. Cal seems like the baby of the family.

Family History

So we know Rolan is adopted, but when? I’m definitely not the only one who’s had the abandoned-at-birth thought, given that tieflings rejected by human parents seems to be common in Faerûn. I’d guess he was at least old enough when he was adopted to understand that he was unwanted once, and that explains why even in such an apparently happy family he’s still unsure of his place. He might even have been adopted as a young teenager? He has to have had time to bond like siblings with Cal and Lia. We know that he conjured a cat for Cal when the latter was 8, so that would put him at like 15 max at adoption. But I personally think he was adopted earlier than that, aged 8-12ish maybe.

Not clear on a father figure in the game, but there are lines remembering their mum’s funeral. So it seems there was a good relationship there. From Rolan’s inherent protectiveness and assumption of responsibility, I’d guess that when she died, leaving him to take care of Cal and Lia, he was in his late teens and they were 10-12.

Economic/Social Status

Ok I know this section is titled a trifle ridiculously but bear with me. This is an academic exercise ;)

Although they were more welcome in Elturel before the descent, anti-tiefling racism seems pretty entrenched on the Sword Coast. It runs rampant in the grove, and in the wider lore of tieflings in DnD. And I doubt it sprung fully-formed during the Descent, without prior feelings to inflame. However, I think that although they probably had to negotiate a precarious social status and discrimination, the siblings don’t seem to have been living in severe poverty.

It’s clear that Sword Coast society has very high inequality, with a lot of people extremely poor and at the mercy of the patriars/aristocracy. But there also seems to be a thriving middle class and maybe they were part of it? Rolan certainly complains a lot about the Grove conditions, but then he also clearly wants to emulate his idea of what being a wizard is, and being a picky snob is part of that (sorry, my love). So I don’t think that’s a great indicator of the living standards he’s experienced so far.

He’s also clearly worked extremely hard, and has some money to spare (since he gives you it as a reward), but not a whole lot of possessions (probably they had to leave most stuff behind).

I end up at him maybe taking over a small family business (perhaps reselling books?) when their mum died, and working incredibly hard at that to save money for his future studies, to provide for Cal and Lia, and to save in case of the future that many tieflings dread (and indeed came to pass): no longer being welcome in their own homes.

Meanwhile, Lia and Cal were maybe studying themselves, and helping in the business. Did they know anything about fighting before the descent? I’m not sure. But now they seem fairly competent compared to your average civilian (although not really highly trained).

~anyway this is enough brainrot for now.~

[blueroan-equestrian]

Reverse Betrothed

This is going to be the reverse of my Betrothed. Instead of Neteyam agreeing to be betrothed for his family to return for sanctuary, you agree to be betrothed for your family to have sanctuary.

Jake sully greeted my family and listened to my father’s plea. Jake looked at his mother in law for an answer. She approached us but she inspected me a little bit more than my family. She turned and said, “it’s her, she will be Neteyam’s Tsahik when the time comes.”

Jake nods, “Then it’s settled, we will give you safe on the condition that… what’s your name baby girl?”

“(Y/n), my name is (y/n).” I say shyly.

“That (y/n) will be promised to my eldest son Neteyam. He is out on a hunting trip but on his return tomorrow, I will happily introduce the two of you.”

I nodded, and Jake helped us settle in. He and his wife were very kind and so was their Tsahik. She insisted we have a training at the tree of voices. She was very nice and sympathetic towards me. “I know that you have come to us in a difficult time and you must be exhausted but I promise you this is just a quick introduction to our people. Where we go to be close to Eywa. As it is Tsahik job to lead the clan in the spiritual world. But it appears that you might be a natural. I get that from you. Come sit and listen with me.”

…

While Mo’at was showing me around the village a young woman around my age came running up. “Grandma, dad sent me to tell you that Neteyam has returned.”

“Thank you Kiri, have you met (y/n), one of the refugees, yet?” She shakes her head and Mo’ak introduces us, we exchange gestures of respect before Mo’ak gestures for me to follow her. So I do and we come to the landing up in the trees, same one we had landed on yesterday. I could see several banshees with Jake Sully and two other males, who must of been his sons.

When Jake Sully saw us he smiled, “(Y/n), these are my sons Neteyam and Lo’ak.” I bowed my head as I touched my forehead. “Boys, this is (Y/n), she and her family came here for Sanctuary.”

Neteyam smiled, “I’m sorry for the circumstances that has brought you here. But I am sure that you will find your way here.”

“Mo’ak has taken her under her wing so I am sure she will.” Jake say. “Mo’ak has decided that she will be your Tsakih when the time comes.”

Neteyam’s head snapped to look at his father with wide eyes before regaining his composure. “Of course father… if that is what Eywa has planned for me. (Y/n), I don’t mean to be rude but I am exhausted and I need to sleep. I will come see you later.”

I nodded, “of course… sleep well.”

… later in the day

I was following a healer around on her rounds when she sent me to retrieve some water. As I passed one of the tents I could hear a woman crying and hushed voices. At first I ignored it as it was none of my business but on my way back the crying had intensified so I called out, “Are-are you Al-alright?”

The sobs shifted to suppressed heavy breathing, but another voice called out, one that sounded like Neteyam’s, “Yes… everything is fine. Thank you for checking in.”

I simply gave an ok before scurrying off. The rest of the day I couldn’t help but feel like a home wrecker, though this was not my doing. All I could think about was the distraught woman’s voice.

“Are you alright?” Kali the healer asked, “you seem distracted.”

“I’m fine… just adjusting, you know. It’s hard being away from home.”

“Oh I am sure it is. Having to leave family and friends behind, you are incredibly brave. I don’t know if I could do it… but don’t worry, me and you can be friends. What ever you need help with just ask me and I will do everything I can to help.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that…”

…

I have become more adapt at healing thanks to Kali. I have met many of the people and helped many. I have trained under Mo’ak with her two granddaughters who were very kind. Tuk was very funny. I have even seen Lo’ak more than my husband to be.

“Lo’ak, you need to be more careful!” I chastised him, “you know I am surprised you haven’t broken a bone yet! Stop jumping off the cliff. I don’t care if the lake is deep enough.”

Lo’ak chuckled, “You sound like Neteyam.”

“If you say so. The most he’s ever spoken to me is the day we met. Now all he just says something along the lines of I got to do this that and the other, then runs off.”

“Don’t worry it’s not you… it’s all him… he had a girlfriend before and he’s struggling a bit.”

I looked away, “Sure sounds like I am.”

Lo’ak patted my back, “well I think if he would just spend some time with you then he would like you better. Honestly, you are way nicer and well… I get the feeling she is after the status… also grandma really doesn’t like her so she would have ended it anyway.”

The sound of something hitting the ground had both of us snapping our attention to an injured but shocked Neteyam.

I let out a gasp, “Oh my Eywa! What happened?”

He regained his composure, “Lo’ak, get out… now!”

Lo’ak and I exchanged looks, “Come on bro, what happened? It can’t be that embarrassing. I’m in here cuz…”

“You’re a moron, and never think things through. Now get out.”

“Okay bro… if this is about what I said, don’t be angry with her, be angry at me.”

“Oh I am, hence why I told you to get out and not her.” He growled leaning forward like a predator.

I placed a hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder, “it’s okay”. Lo’ak left and I gestured for Neteyam to hop up onto the table. “You want to tell me what happened?”

“Just a hunting accident… some of the young Navi children I have been training were less than careful…” he lets out a stifled hiss as I cleaned his the puncture wound on his shoulder.

“Was this from an arrow?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

“Well I wish you left it in, you’re lucky you didn’t bleed out.” I chastised. Neteyam was quiet so I decided to address the banshee in the room, “So… do you want to talk about it?…”

“About what?”

“Her…”

He signed, “I thought that was what he was talking about, but hoped it wasn’t… you should have never have known about her.”

“I heard you with her the day I met you… why shouldn’t I know about her?”

He bowed his head, “it was you outside the tent… well… because I … didn’t want you feel the burden… I didn’t want you to question my loyalties.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him, “knowing about her did make me feel like a home wrecker, I won’t lie… but it wouldn’t have me questioning your loyalty if you just… you know just talked to me or at least acknowledged my existence…”

His ears tipped down and adverted his eyes, “I have been neglegful, but Lo’ak was right about one thing… I am struggling with the break up and I didn’t want to burden you… but looks like I have done just that anyhow.”

“I’m sorry you are struggling, you must have really cared for her.”

His shoulders slumped, “I did… but I knew from the start that grandmother didn’t like her and should have listened. I knew it was going to end… it’s my duty to put the clan first and I was selfish… I knew better.”

I quirked my head to the side, “Don’t you think you deserve love? To choose that special one…. From what I’ve heard, your parents did.”

He chuckled, “mother was betrothed… but they weren’t originally betrothed so they weren’t quite the right fit… you were chosen for me specifically… whom am I to question Eywa. I just have to give you a chance like Lo’ak said.”

“There, all patched up. Want to come on my round with me before I have to join your grandmother, Mo’at?”

He smiled, “Yes, I would love to.”

… finally we did get closer. I was doing rounds when Neteyam came trotting up. “Ma (y/n), have you eaten?”

“No I haven’t had any time.” I said as I checked in on an elderly Navi.

“Then, once you have finished up, I want to take you to the best place to find the most delicious fruits.”

I looked up at his dancing golden eyes, “oh? Is this a date?”

“Absolutely. Now meet me where you can find our banshees.” He kisses my head before trotting off.

…

We flew out about two hours away. We arrived to the most beautiful grove. “Wow Neteyam, look at these trees, they’re so full of fruit! How did you find this place?”

“I came across it on one of my hunting trips. And well… Lo’ak told me that you really like this fruit… So when I saw it, I knew I had to bring you here.”

I smiled, “You’ve been talking to him about me, haven’t you?”

He smiled bashfully, “Yeah… he, I am ashamed to say knows you better…”

“Well I haven’t told him why it’s my favorite. Do you want to know why?” I smiled up at him.

He stepped close to me, “tell me, Yawne.”

“Back home, my own grandmother would bring these to me when ever I had a bad day. They remind me of her.” I hummed taking another step towards him, so that he and I were chest to chest now. I reached up my hand and ran my fingers up his jaw and into his braids and pulled him down into a kiss.

When I pulled away he groaned and his cheeks a rosy purply pink. “You kissed me.”

“Yeah, I did… did you like it?” He nodded, “then give me another.”

He smiled brightly before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine in a frenzy. I finally I pushed him away, “Neteyam!! You brought me here for the fruit, let’s pick some!”

…

We laid on the blanket that he had brought and talked as we ate the delicious fruit. “I can’t believe how beautiful this place is… thank you for bringing me here.”

He ran his hand up my thigh, “Of course Yawne… Ma (y/n), I have been thinking… I know it’s been a short time but I was thinking about tsaheylu… I think it is time for us to create tsaheylu.”

I sat up to look at him better, “You want to make the bond? Already?”

He sat with me and reached up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear, “Yes, why not?”

I cocked my head to the side, “We barely just started to get to know one another.”

He shrugged, “and we can continue to get to know one another after we’re mated. We are going to be mated no matter what… I just think creating tsaheylu will help us become closer.”

I look forward into the trees thinking, “You want to make tsaheylu to get closer or to get it out of the way.”

He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around me, “to be closer. You are my mate with or without it… but with it…. We will be one.”

I thought some more, “alright… but I want to gather some fruit to bring back with us.”

He smiled brightly, “of course, Ma (y/n).”

…

We flew back and dropped off the fruit into his tent that we will soon be sharing. He takes me by the hand and led me to the tree of voices. He knelt down and I followed suit. He smiled and ran a hand down my side before he reached up to pull me into a kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip as his fingers danced on my hips. I groaned and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue danced with mine as he explored my mouth. All whined and he chuckled, “Oh darling, we are just getting started. Give me your queue.” I retrieved it from behind me and lifted it up to him. He mirrored me and closed the gap connecting our queues together. He moaned at the sensation as his eyes rolled back. “Eywa that’s something else.”

“Heady isn’t it?” I huffed.

He started to approach me pushing me back and down to the ground. He kissed my jaw and then down my chest and stomach. He quickly removed my loincloth and licked my clit. I gasped, “Neteyam!”

He chuckled, “Easy now.” He returned to continue to lick and suck on my clit. I squirmed at this new fantastic sensation. He reached up and used his finger to prod at my entrance. “Say my name again.”

“Neteyam! Neteyam! Neteyam!” I chanted like a prayer as I reached to tug on his braids.

He chuckled into my pussy send vibrations to my core. He stuck out his tongue entering my hole, swirling it around driving me wild. “Aaaaaahh! Neteyam don’t stop!” I cried out as I approached my climax. Neteyam sucked as his tongue flicked inside me, causing me to cum. He licked me clean before crawling up my body. I reached up to take his face in my hands, “Where did you learn to do that?”

He hovered above me blushing, “some of my friends already have mates… and well… we talk about stuff like this.”

I giggled, “it’s okay to be curious, no need to be embarrassed!”

“I know stop laughing! I shouldn’t have answered so honestly.” He chuckled himself.

I beamed up at him, “No I love your honesty!” I wrapped my arms around him pulling his torso into me.

He hummed, “Alright, alright! Enough with that embarrassing stuff… You ready?”

I giggled but nodded. As he entered me, my giggles turned to gasps. He groaned and his brows pinched together, “oh….that’s…ah…baby, you feel so good!” He moaned.

I bucked my hips earning another moan, “please, Neteyam! Move please!”

He groaned, and began to thrust quickly into me, rutting his pelvis into my own. We exchanged sloppy kisses as we rutted our hips together. He reached down to take ahold of my thigh, hiking them up. I groaned, “Neteyam! Harder, please, harder!”

He took his hands and hooked them under my knees pushing them up into my chest allowing him to push deeper inside of me. “You like that, baby? Does that make you feel good?” He teased. I nodded and but he chuckled, “Oh no baby, I need to hear you say it.”

I whimpered as he paused waiting for my response, “Don’t stop,please it feels so good.”

“Good girl.” Neteyam hummed picked up his pace going faster and harder.

All my senses were lost, I was in complete bliss as I felt warm ribbons of his cum shoot into me, my own walls clamping down around him. We exchanged sounds of pure ecstasy riding out each other’s pleasures. Both of us spent as we laid together.

…

Kali and I were on our rounds when she gave me a sly smile, “Tsi’xa (I dont know how they make their names so I made something up don’t come at me if you do no one said I had any brains) told me that she saw you and Neteyam head out to the tree of voices last night… did you two… you know?”

I blushed and smacked her arm playfully, “Stop! But…. Yes we did! We are mated before Eywa.”

Kali squealed, “No! Really! Oh my Eywa, that is so exciting! Tell me was it romantic?”

“He brought me to pick my favorite fruit before asking to create tsaheylu. He was horribly pragmatic about it at first but he made it through.” I chuckled.

We crossed the common area on the forest floor of the village when a scene caught my attention. It was Neteyam with a very upset woman. I looked at Kali, “Who’s that?”

Kali gave me a sheepish look, “That’s his ex, Ta’unui… I am sure she just heard about the news and is upset… you two are mated so you don’t have anything to worry about.”

I shrugged, “You’re right… but I can’t help but feel a little nervous.”

She patted my back, “that’s alright…, you what I got an idea.” She said before calling out, “Neteyam, mind lending us a hand?”

Neteyam looks over and when his eyes landed on me, his face lit up. He disengaged from what ever was happening in front of him and trotted over. “Ma (y/n), Kali, how can I be of service?”

“(Y/n) and I are heading to Olangi’s, could you bring a vase of water for us?” Kali asked smoothly.

“Yeah of course. I will meet you there.”

…

While working on preparing medicine for Olangi, I said, “What did you do that for?”

She shrugged, “I solved the problem, one he is away from her and two showed you that he clearly is committed to you.”

I rolled my eyes, “I never said I thought otherwise, but that doesn’t mean I trust her.”

When hearing footsteps, we fell silent. Neteyam stepped in and smiled, “where would you like me to put this?”

“Next to the bed. Thank you, Ma Neteyam.”

He leaned in and kissed me, “I see you.”

I melted, “I see you too.”

…

Eventually I found my place and Neteyam and I stood proudly together.

[whyareyouhere66]

Okok so it’s totally ok if you don’t remember much because honestly I don’t either 😭

Loki x son!teen!reader this one is gonna have like, plot holes, but we’re gonna just ignore that- ok so some how, we don’t need to come up with a big back story, but for context reader ends up getting imprisoned (?) by the TVA with his dad Loki. Time skip, they end up in the void where they meet the other Loki variants, but once Alioth (the big purple fog time monster) starts coming after them, they all try to run for shelter but reader and Loki get separated. Maybe reader ends up with president Loki but has attitude with him because that Loki isn’t his actual dad. And all reader wants to do is find his dad, and vice versa with Loki. They end up finding each other and reader just runs and tackles him with a huge hug, both of them thinking they lost each other.

ANON this is so cute- it does have a few plot holes, likely, and I hope I did this request justice. please enjoy, and have a wonderful day/night wherever you are

[Almost] a Loss

Dad!Loki x !son!teen!reader

cw: violence, some blood (quick), implied death

x

All around, the landscape is gray, barren, and foggy. With nothing but wreckage littering the dirty ground, a few disheveled trees, it looks like something from your worst nightmares. 

Which that, it was.

You stand in the middle of this void, searching this dry ass landscape in hopes of seeing your father, Sylvie, any of them. But your eyes only see so far before any silhouette becomes blurred in the fog’s shadow. 

“Damn it.” You mutter- seeing no sign of him. The real him, that is.

During the chaos of violence between all the Loki variants, you had followed your dad and kid Loki through Classic Loki’s smoky, green portal to escape the madness. 

But, something went wrong. 

Before your body was fully passed through, the edges turned a deep purple color, and you felt a rush hit your head. Stumbling, you came out in a completely different spot. It had taken you a second to realize, too, that you were now alone.

“No, no no no-“ you think in a quick panic, whipping around in hopes that your dad will be right behind you, but your heart drops when you see no one. You’re lost.

“Shit,” you curse, spinning around like an idiot trying to find even a silhouette, a shadow. But the misty smoke that had crowded your vision before evaporated with the rest of the portal, and your shoulders drop with a shaky breath.

Until you find them, you’re on your own.

The crack of a stick snaps no more than 20 feet away from you, and your head snaps towards the sound. 

“Ugh- those damn bastards-“, none other than President Loki walks towards you, coming out of seemingly nowhere. He’s grunting, and still missing a hand. Great. 

Your stare hardens into a glare, and the small glint of hope shriveled in the back of your mind. 

President Loki is still trudging forward, grasping on to his wrist painfully. Curses jumble on the way out of his mouth, and there’s a blade sticking out of his shoulder. You wince, seeing the small stain of red that surrounds the handle. 

“Ngh- help me, will you?” Using his free hand, he grabs the handle and rips it out of the busted shoulder pad hastily- not too deep, but blood still glistens around its sharp edges. You look away when he throws it to the ground, and scoff. 

The man side eyes your hunched figure, bitterly.

“Some respect,” he hisses, “would be great.” 

It’s beginning to feel cold, the air around you, and the heat from your crossed arms fails to do much. You’re cold, tired, angry, and your father has disappeared with three other versions of himself- one being a reptile. Hearing the bitter quips in his words, you roll your eyes and begin to walk away.

You want to be out of this damn void, to be as far from here as possible. 

President Loki scrambles after you, the cracked sticks and gravel crunching under his boots. 

“I never thought ‘my son’ would be so rude-“ he says, and your head snaps to his direction. 

“I’m not your son, don’t get twisted. You’re not my father, just some clone.” You say through gritted teeth, clenching your fists tightly. This man is infuriatingly obnoxious, it’s sad to think he and your father and almost the same. 

“Excuse me-“ the still intact hand reaches for your shoulder, dried blood smeared across the edges of his palm. 

“Don’t touch me-“

Before you could successfully slap his hand away from you, a sudden surge runs through the ground, the soil. Its force makes you both stumble, and your shoes scuff against the ground as you try to regain your footing.

“Oh gods,” President Loki mumbles, eyes wide, “not again.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean,” he doesn’t answer, too busy looking around in sudden panic, “what is it, what’s happening?”

The fabric around your shoulder scrunches between his knuckles, and he’s dragging you. To where, you don’t know, but the continuous rumble under your feet doesn’t let you stop.

“Hey!” You yell, running the best you can when he’s still dragging you by your collar. 

“Just keep moving!” He yells. 

Out of the corner of your eye, a growing form turns in the distance. Clouds of black fog whip around in the air, a face formed of red light and smoky features hurls itself across the land. Your eyes widen.

“Oh. Shit.”

Suddenly, you’re pushing past P. Loki’s strong grip and sprinting forward. You tug his sleeve, telling him to follow.

Across the way, you spot a dusty, rotting shell made of wood sits broken on the ground- looking like the remnants of a ship. It smells like wet soil and dirt, the odor pricking your nose while you press your back against it. Panting, President Loki joins you.

“What the hell are you-“

“Shut up.” You say, breathless. 

“I’m saving your life, you ungrateful little weasel-“ he scowls. Exasperated, you finally give him a second glance.

“Can you fuck off?” You pant, and he grumbles.

Ducking your head around the bend of the boat, you spot the creature once more. It’s gotten bigger, it seems- it’s getting closer. 

The few structures and scattered objects in its path disappear under its foggy form, lightening strikes every time it gets closer. 

You whip your head back around, and shrink further into the rotting wood. You wonder where your dad is, if he too has shrunk beneath the monsters smoke. The thought makes you wince.

“What is that thing?” The pads of your fingers dig into the soil beneath you, as if grasping for something to hold.

President Loki swallows the lump in his throat, head tilted against the boat. 

“…the Alioth.” He speaks hesitantly, voice hushed like someone might hear. 

“The what?” The name is unfamiliar to you, just like the new scared tone coming from someone who mere minutes ago was being as obnoxious as ever. But now, its tense- birds screech in the distance, and dust glides across the surface from the “Alioth”.

“It-“ 

Instead of a rumble, the almost relieving sound of another person is what cuts off his voice. It’s a bit distant, harder to hear over the whispers of power that seem to bounce from Alioth’s smoky figure.

“Come and get me!” You peak over the edge of the boat’s rim, seeing two lights in contrast with the bright red. Green, surging in circles in front of someone, another Loki. And orange- the waving flicker of a flame. 

The raspy yell is all too familiar, and your heart pounds. It couldn’t be your dad, no, not the real him. 

The two figures are far away, you can barely make out any more than their silhouette, but there’s such a chilling feeling rattling your insides and you just can’t shake the feeling that maybe it is.

“No…” you swallow shakily, hands clutching the wood so tightly your knuckles feel strained on its surface. 

“What are you-“ 

The question barely registers itself in your head, blocking out President’s voice. You’re up, running right towards the figures, towards the monster.

“Hey! Come back you moron!” President Loki shouts after you, “Hey!”

But you don’t listen, you don’t turn around. Stumbling over rocks, around weeds and forgotten poles, you run. He’s too close, your dad always got too close to danger. It’s not the first time, no, and you’re not going to let it be the last. 

“Dad!” You scream, voice feeling hoarse. Your heart is pumping against your bones, your breathing loud in your ears. 

“Dad!-“

Suddenly, a wall forms in front of you. You skid to a halt, stumbling back from the sudden action, eyes wide.

It’s not just one wall, though. Various walls, pillars, and walkways begin to appear right in front of your eyes, all outlined by the smoky green of Classic Loki’s magic.

The man stands proud and tall, flowing with all his power in the middle of the growing buildings. Green energy circles his hands, and with strain in his muscles, in his voice, he stands.

You’re unable to see your father anymore, now blocked by a building that you know you’ve seen many times. As the city gets higher, bigger, you know from where.

Asgard.

Glorious golden pillars, now shadow and smoke. 

“Go!” Classic Loki shouts, and only now you recognize the fog beginning to seep closer to the city’s edge. It’s a distraction.

More shouts, but you can’t make out the voices anymore. Too much is happening around you, smoky tendrils are beginning to circle the area in which you stand. The fake city breaks and rebuilds with green energy, and you begin to stumble trying to back away as quickly as possible. Soon, it breaks.

Through the vines of black smoke you faintly see another green energy- Sylvie. But you don’t know how to get there, don’t know where you are. Across the way- Classic Loki stands in front of Alioth with all the power left in his bones.

“Glorious purpose!” Are his last words, before he’s swept away by the Alioth’s wrath.

A surge of wind flows, you nearly tumble to the floor. You have to move, have to get away.

You have to find your dad.

More tendrils fly, snaking around the dust. You try to run, feeling something coursing through your veins. A quick glimpse at your hand and you see the electric green glow, like linework on your skin. 

You face the monster again, still walking backwards hoping to have some way to defend yourself. But when your foot catches a rock, you trip and land on the ground.

“No, no.”

Your veins still flow through your skin, still course with adrenaline and power. But you feel frozen, stuck in the path of destructive fog. You squeeze your eyes shut, turn your face away.

.

.

But nothing happens.

Slowly, you open your eyes once more- only to find smoke falling like ash. 

It takes you a moment to process, to realize that the red glow had disappeared. It had been broken.

Is- is it dead?

Shakily, you sit back up, but can only go as far as kneeling. Your heart still pounds from the shock, and for a moment you feel dazed.

It is. Alioth is dead.

“Y/n!”

You freeze, and look to the voice.

Your dad comes running, shirt dirty and nearly torn, and immediately it’s like a weight lifted from your shoulders.

A sigh of relief, and you’re stumbling onto your feet again. You don’t have time to think before you’re running, running until your dad is right in front of you again. He throws his arms around your shoulders, and pulls you so close that your cheek is pressed into his collarbone.

“Oh my god… oh my god…” you mumble, mind racing out of relief. He’s here, alive and not some pile of dust left behind in the ashes of this void.

Even as the cloud begins to part, stricken with electric green, and the old manor is revealed from its foggy haze- neither of you are able to let go just yet.

“I thought I’d lost you back there.” He laughs, pulling away to examine your face. You shake your head.

“I thought you got obliterated.” He laughs at that.

One last time, you hug him again as if you’re still not entirely sure that it’s real, that he’s there.

You feel Sylvie watching, but you stay close to his side. Loki’s arm rests across your shoulders, and he pats your arm. 

“Ready?” He asks, and you look out at the road ahead.

“Ready.” You reply, before walking forward with your father close by and Sylvie shifting to your left. 

You’re almost there.

[jerzwriter]

Mamma Mia

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee) Also featuring Kaycee's parents, David & Rose and a special celebrity guest appearance (not ABBA lol)

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Suggested sexual activity, nothing explicit. Brief mention of alcohol.

Words: 2123 (plus texts)

Summary: Kaycee's parents are moving out of their home, and while she's there helping pack up, she makes an unsettling discovery.

A/N: My face claim for Kaycee's mother, Rose, is Dianne Lane. I decided to dig into her history to have a little fun with this fic. I hope you enjoy it! I'm participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge' s Prompts: Old Photographs. Also: Good Food and Love.

The door to Kaycee's parent's home was barely opened when she jumped into Ethan's arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and nearly knocking the wind out of him in the process.

"Offh!" He exclaimed, holding her close in his arms. "If that's the greeting I get when we've been separated for a few days, I may need to start spending more time away from home."

"Don’t you dare!” She scolded as she stepped back onto the ground.

“Aww,” her father, David, teased as he and Rose entered the foyer, arm in arm. “Rose, honey, remember when you used to greet me like that?”

“I still would,” she chuckled. “But I’d probably end up hurting us both.”

“I think you’d manage just fine,” Ethan assured as he greeted Rose. 

“Her? Yes,” David said, extending his hand. “But me?”

“I know a great back surgeon in Boston,” Ethan grinned. 

David pat Ethan on the back. “It’s great to see you again. Thanks for coming to help us.”

“Of course! It’s the least I can do.”

“Well, come to the kitchen,” Rose insisted. “Most things are packed away, but I still have some refreshments for you after that long trip!

“She wouldn’t be a respectable Italian mother if she didn’t,” Kaycee smiled. “I, of course, took after my father’s side of the family in that regard.”

“That’s OK,” Ethan replied, kissing Kaycee atop her head. “That’s why you have me!”

The family sat around the kitchen table, enjoying Rose’s food and conversation, when David brought the gathering to a halt. “Oh, crap. I just remembered that I have to return the tools I rented to the hardware store by seven or get charged an extra day.”

Rose peeked at her watch. “You still have three hours; there’s plenty of time.”

“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have time to take my future son-in-law to the Berwyn Tavern for a few drinks.”  

“Daddy,” Kaycee grinned. “You don’t have to come up with excuses. If you want some guy time with my fiance, all you have to do is ask.”

“After the way, I saw you greet him? I was afraid you’d assault me if I suggested it!”

“Stop!” Kaycee laughed.  “You guys go and have fun.  Just bring him back to me in one piece, Dad!”

“You better believe it!” Dave insisted. “I need his help with the move tomorrow!”

Ethan leaned over to kiss Kaycee goodbye, whispering in her ear when he did. “This would be the perfect time to speak to your mother.”

“Gee,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re not the best diagnostician in the world for nothing.”

“OK, wiseass,” he replied with a smirk. “Text me and let me know how it goes.”

~~~~~

Kaycee and Rose went to the kitchen and began packing the few remaining items that were not boxed. As the hours passed, they discussed when they first moved to the house, Kaycee’s teenage years, and all the memories they had made there over time. The topics kept flowing, but Kaycee couldn’t work up the nerve to ask about the one she couldn’t get from her mind. But the clock eventually reminded her that her father and Ethan would be home soon. With a deep breath, she began to speak.

“Mom?” She spoke tentatively.

“Yes, dear,” Rose said, tossing a colander into a box. “What is it?”

“I… I hope you won’t be mad… because I assume you wanted to keep this private… but when I was packing up your….”

“Oh, my God!” Rose gasped. “Kaycee! Tell me you didn’t pack up the drawer next to your father’s side of the bed! Did you?”

“What? Wait… no! Iwww! Mom!”

“Mom, what? We’re both consenting adults, you know. There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Great. So would you like me to give you all the details of my sex life with Ethan, then?”  

“Only if you have good pointers,” Rose winked, and the two women began to laugh. “But I interrupted you. What were you about to ask, dear?”

“When I was going through old boxes in the garage… I found….” Kaycee hesitated. 

Growing impatient, Rose widened her eyes and circled her wrist, encouraging her daughter to speak up. “You found?”

“I found pictures of you and… someone who wasn’t Dad.”

Her mother’s brow furrowed, knowing nothing untoward was to be found. Then a knowing look appeared.

“Ooooh.  Were these… older… pictures?”

“Yes! Ancient!”

“Hey, slow down there,” Rose scolded. “ There are no ancient pictures with me in them! Do you understand?”

“Of course not,” Kaycee blushed. “But there are pictures with you and… Jon Bon Jovi?”

Rose folded a dish towel and put it in the box, sealing it before she sat down and motioned for Kaycee to join her.

“Yes. There are pictures of Jon and me.”

“Oh. Jon? Jon! Wait, you’re on a first-name basis with Jon Bon Jovi?”

“Considering we dated for five months, yeah. He kind of insisted that I call him by his first name.”

Kaycee’s jaw fell open in astonishment. She attempted to speak, but all that came out were desperate little breaths with mere syllables clinging to them.

“You… you… you… date… you dated… you.”

“Relax,” Rose said, touching her daughter’s knee.  “Do you need me to get you a drink? I think I have some Amaretto that we haven’t packed yet….”

“No, I don’t need a drink, Mom.  What I need is… you dated Jon Bon Jovi? Like, one of the biggest rock stars of your time?”

“Don’t act so startled, young lady! Your Mom had it going on, you know!”

“I know,” Kaycee laughed, “You’ve still got it going on, but… but… how?”

“I was an Italian girl from Philly,” she shrugged. “My family summered at the Jersey Shore, and Jon’s from Jersey, Italian, too.”

“OK, there’s over a million Italians in New Jersey, Ma… you’re not explaining anything.”

“If you’d allow me to finish. Your Uncle Angelo and Aunt Irene were still dating; her family was distant cousins of the Bongiovis. They were supposed to attend a family wedding one weekend, but he got sick.  Since I was at the shore house, Irene asked me to tag along with her.  Jon was there, we met, and as they say, the rest is history.”

“Jesus, Ma! You bagged Jon Bon Jovi!”

Rose nudged her daughter with her elbow. “Impressive, right!”

“Holy shit! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Have you told me about all the superstars you’ve slept with?”

“Yeah, well, Ethan is as celebrity as I got,” Kaycee laughed.  “I haven’t slept with Chris Evans and withheld from you! Wait, how old were you?”

“I was twenty-one, just shy of twenty-two.”

“But wait! Didn’t you start dating Dad when you were twenty-one.”

“I did,” Rose nodded.  “We dated for three months, and then we broke up.”

“You! And Dad! You broke up?!?”

“For a bit, yes.  And that’s when I met Jon. It was one of the reasons Irene asked me to go to the wedding with her. She thought it would cheer me up.”

“And apparently it did….”

“Yeah,” Rose smiled. “It certainly did.”

“OK, Ma, can you not be so enthusiastic? Back to the story, so what happened next?”

“There’s not much to tell.  Jon and I dated for five months, and I even went on tour with him,” she said with pride.

“You? You did?”

“I did!”

“You’re telling me that Nonno, my grandfather, allowed you to go on tour with Bon Jovi?!”

“Allowed is a bit of a strong word.  I may have told him I was spending time at the shore with Irene’s family… and then he found a picture of me in a concert in Vegas.  He wasn’t too pleased.”            

“I’ll bet!”

“It was for the best,” Rose shrugged. “At least he didn’t find out a week later. We would have been in Sydney.  Then he really would have flipped.”

“Oh, my God! Ma, you were… you were….”

“I was badass, dear!”

“Yeah, I guess… I guess you were, but why did you break up? How did you end up with Dad again?”

“Once I was back in Philly, and Jon was on the road, it was hard to maintain a relationship.  He had a few shows in the area, so we spent time together again.  But, just before that, I ran into your father down by Love Park.  After seeing your Dad, I realized there was still something there.  So, I talked to Jon, and it turned out he and his high-school sweetheart had just started talking again and… we knew it was time to end things.”

“His high school sweetheart? Didn’t they…”

“Got married.  Yep.  Dorothea, lovely girl.”

“You met her too?”

“She’s a third cousin.  Honey, we’re Italian.  We’re always connected somehow.”

“Oh, my God.  This is just so much to take in.  Does Dad know?”

“Does Dad know what?” Kaycee was startled as she heard her father’s voice bellow from down the hall.

Rose stood up and met her husband, resting her hand on his shoulder. “David, Kaycee found the pictures of Jon and me.”

“Oh, those,” David rolled his eyes.

“I still can’t believe it,” Kaycee breathed.  “Dad, did it bother you that Mom was dating a freaking rock star?”

“At the time? Sure, but you seem to be forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”

“Your Mom left Jon Bon Jovi… for me,” David blew a puff of air on his nails, then rubbed them proudly against his sweater.

“That is impressive. I mean, I love you, Dad, but we’re talking Jon Bon Jovi… at his peak!”

Ethan moved next to Kaycee, draped his arm around her shoulder, and smiled. “Fortunately for me, he’s no longer at his peak, or maybe I’d have something to worry about.”

“I don’t know,” she replied.  “I know he’s like sixty now, but the man is still hot!”

“Settle down, Kaycee,” Ethan grumbled.

“Oh, relax you!” she smiled. “You should be happy I’m into older men.”

“Hey! I’m not that old!”

“Wow, my mom dated Jon Bon Jovi. Suddenly I feel like a failure.”

“Kaycee, I’m standing right here….” Ethan reminded.

She looked at him with a wide grin, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek.

“And that is exactly where you belong,” she beamed.

“You know, enough talking.  We should go eat.  All our things are packed, so, David, why don’t we take the kids to Savona’s.”

“An excellent choice, Rose. And, as we’ve learned tonight, you always make the best choices.”

Kaycee couldn’t help but laugh.  “I tend to agree, Dad.  And not just because I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t dumped the rock star.  But I think you’re the biggest star of all.”

David looked over at Ethan as Kaycee hugged him.  “See, this is why we stopped at one child. There’s no way I could have brainwashed two this well.”

“That’s enough,” Rose laughed.  “Let’s go eat!”

“Now there’s my Mom!” Kaycee giggled. “Are we happy?  Let’s eat.  Sad! Let’s eat.  Awkward family history about Rock stars? EAT!”

“What did you say earlier, sweetheart,” Rose smiled. “I wouldn’t be a respectable Italian mother if I didn’t.  Now, let's go before Savona’s closes!”

As they made their way to the car, Ethan tugged at Kaycee’s hand, holding her back for just a moment. 

“Yes?” she asked.

“You’re not disappointed, are you?”

“About my Mom?”

“No.  About you.  You sure you didn’t need having a fling with a rock star off your bucket list?”

“Oh, but I did,” Kaycee stated, leaving Ethan’s eye bulging.

“You.. you did?” He sputtered.  “You don’t have to share, but uh… you certainly never mentioned that.”

“Well,” she purred, snuggling closer to him.  “I thought you knew? After all, you were my rockstar!”

A bright grin spread across Ethan’s face before he pulled her in for a kiss.  “You know, maybe I’m not as opposed to that roleplay idea you had as I organically thought.”

“Really!” she gushed.  “Can you play the guitar naked for me?”

“Maybe when we’re back in Boston.”

“Kids!” Rose hollered from outside. “Let’s go! If we miss Savona’s, we’ll be eating at Wawa’s.”

“Well, we can’t have that, Rose,” Ethan yelled from inside.  He started toward the door, but this time it was Kaycee who held him back.

“You know, I’m holding you to the rock star roleplay thing,” she teased.

“I’ll be sure to purchase a guitar.”

“Would you wear leather pants, too?”

“It’s negotiable,” he smiled, walking her to the door.

“And maybe a big, bushy wig?”

“Kaycee?”

“Yes.”

“You’re pushing it. Now, stop and get in the car before I tell your Dad about this.”

“Oh no!” she laughed, hopping inside. “Not until we’re officially married!”

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Can I trust you dad?

Dary X Reader (A father and son bonding fic)

Ok so… lol this HC just popped into my head and I have to share it. For context: Beau (Daryl and reader’s son) is 18 years old making Phoenix (their daughter) 23.

Strolling up to his parent’s house with his hands deep in his pockets Beau knew that he was in deep shit. He wasn't always known to make the best decisions ever... actually he made pretty bad ones most of the time. Like the time he tried hot wiring a car he found on the side of the road at the age of ten and simply set off the alarm and alerting a herd of walkers and putting not only his life in danger but his whole family's as they rushed to save him. But this time was different... this time he really was in for it. See... Beau was known around the camp for being a little more than just a little promiscuous. His mother had really laid into him the last time he was caught sneaking out of one of the other campers tents late at night and given a lengthy spiel about keeping his and his partner's sexual health and wellbeing in check. She told him about the dangers of STDs in details he never wanted to hear from a family member ever again. But most importantly of all she told him the dangers of pregnancy on the mother (if his partner was female, she didn’t judge) of a child. She told him his own birth story before really driving home the point by telling him Lori’s story.

He didn't listen however... he never did. Something he picked up from his old man’s side of the family if he was being honest with himself. He heard it a thousand times a day from his parents how he acted more and more like his father did as a child and his Uncle Merle as a teenager and that one day it would get him killed. But for now. He stood anxiously outside of their door knowing his dad was the only one he could turn to at this point. It's not that he didn't trust his mom. No he loved and respected her. But... he really just needed to hear some advice from his father. Beau never needed to knock on the door of their Alexandrian home. It wasn't required of him and never would be. But as he stood wringing his hands in front of his chest he suddenly felt so vulnerable that he almost felt like an outsider. “Ya just gonna stare at the door all day?" Daryl's voice rang out from behind startling Beau enough to jump almost out of his skin. The graying man chuckled patting Beau on the shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. "Wha'? Did I sneak up on ya or som'tin?" Daryl asked patting Beau on the chest as he passed by walking into the garage like he had a million times before. However this time Beau felt like this time was different. He felt like this time maybe the last time he could ever be so welcomed into his childhood home.

Following his father into the garage Beau picked and bit at the side of his thumb. A nervous habit he picked up from his father. He was beginning to believe that his father was too busy working on his bike to notice his entrance let alone fretting. Secretly he hoped he could slip away and maybe try to come back another day. But he couldn’t be so lucky. Daryl was always on his A game with his kids. “So…” he started. Turing his baby blues to his son a mix of worry and confusion on his face. He was a man of few words but they always seemed to get their message across anyway. Taking a deep steadying breath Beau rubbed his arms looking anywhere but Daryl’s face as he began to talk. “So… y-ya remember last year when mom grounded me?” Beau started attempting to be as cryptic as possible. Maybe if his father could figure it out for himself he wouldn’t be so mad. That wasn’t the case however. Daryl simply cocked a brow. “Don’t really narrow much down, kid.” Daryl muttered wiping his oil covered hands on an old rag. Beau sighed shuffling his feet. He should’ve known there was no beating around the bush with his dad. “Dad…” he started meeting Daryl’s eyes seriously. “I’ve been seeing this girl… Gwen.” He said honestly, really regretting not saying anything to his father before now. Daryl smirked at his son, standing to his full height. “That lil’ flower girl you an’ Phoenix used ta run around with? One who used to bring Carol, yer momma and I flowers each time we sent ya on a run ‘cause the colors livened up the house?” The archer teased holding his hand to his hip insinuating the size they all used to be the last he noticed them together. Beau blushed a brilliant red glaring daggers at his father for bringing up such an embarrassing but honestly beautiful memory of his girlfriend. “Don’t get yer panties in a bunch. ‘M just messin’.” Daryl hummed ruffling Beau’s messy dirty blonde hair fondly. “Dad seriously.” Beau whined crossing his arms indignantly in a way that reminded the archer of a time not too long ago when his son would take that pouty stance to keep him from going on runs. It warmed his heart and made him smile fondly at the memory. “So wha’ ya want my permission ta settle down ‘er something?” Daryl teased smirking at his son. “‘Cause if it keeps ya from hounding all the girls ‘round town I might just need ta say yes.” Beau didn’t respond. No he stared deeply at his feet and that concerned his father. The teasing smirk fell from Daryl’s face, soon to be replaced with a scowl of concentration and worry. “Did ya get ‘er pregnant?” Daryl asked seriously.

Beau frowned shaking his head. “No.” He muttered meeting his father’s eyes once more. He knew he was in for it now. “I got Judith pregnant… she just told me last night.” Daryl’s expression was unreadable and at first Beau thought he might prefer it that way. But as the silence continued to deafen he suddenly felt as if the world constricted around him to exist only within the confines of the garage. “Dad?” Beau called out hesitantly pulling his father’s intense stare to his face. “Shut up.” Daryl growled, a harsh glare crossing his features. “Now yer gonna listen ta me an’ yer gonna listen damn good.” Daryl ordered harshly making the boy jump and nod instinctively. “Yer gonna make this right, one way ‘er another, Beau…” Daryl started pointing at his son’s chest, a fire burning deep within his own. One of guilt, for not knowing sooner. One of anger at himself for not being able to keep his son out of trouble. To keep the Dixon out of him. “Ya gotta tell Gwen bout the baby. Be honest with her it’ll be easier in the end. Ya gotta be there and provide fer yer kid and Judith every step of this process no matter what choices she makes.” Beau’s eyes flicked up to his father’s momentarily. “She wants to keep the baby. Kinda why I came…” his voice wavered in both anxiety and understanding his father wasn’t finished talking. Daryl nodded running a hand through his hair a deep sigh escaping his lips. “So…” Beau muttered feeling the tension start to leave the room. “Ya tell Rick yet?” Daryl asked crossing his arms across his chest. Beau tensed simply shaking his head. “Ah… no. Not yet.” He muttered rubbing his arm. “Good luck.” The archer muttered, a small smirk forming on the corner of his lips. Beau chuckled shuffling his feet. “Yer not gonna… help me out so he doesn’t ya know kill me?” He teased bumping his father’s shoulder with his own. “And let him kill me too? Sorry kid yer on yer own for that one.” Together they laughed Daryl wrapping his arm around Beau’s shoulders. “What about with Momma?” Beau chuckled smiling at Daryl. “I mean you’re the only one I’ve told so far.” Daryl sighed glancing towards the door that linked the garage and the house. “Fine… I’ll help ya with her… But not til I’m finished my run. Gotta think bout how we gotta break it to her.” He muttered walking over to grab a bag off the ground to load onto his bike. “Mind if I come with you?” Beau asked walking over and grabbing a second bag. “I can drive behind you! Hell I’ll even ride bitch!” Beau laughed as his dad shot him a nasty look. “I just want to start providing for Judith… ya know.” Daryl nodded chewing on his thumb for a moment. “Alrigh’. But when we come back we’re talking to yer Momma and yer talkin’ ta Rick.” Beau rolled his eyes but saluted mockingly. “Yes sir, grandpa sir.” He teased winking at his scowling father. “Beau…” Daryl warned shaking his head with a sigh. But deep inside the thought of a tiny tot excitedly screaming grandma and grandpa when they came to see them was a little exciting despite the circumstances.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Ok- I’m dying to hear your thoughts on the latest episode of the mandalorian!! Also, any updates on “A Fresh Start?”

Oh boy oh boy OH BOY. I have been sitting here waiting, JUST WAITING, for someone to ask me my opinion. Oh shit oh shit. Okay I’m vibrating in excitement. alrighty here we go I’m gonna climb up on my soapbox if you don’t want spoilers (or to hear my many opinions) then turn away now my friends. i'm also gonna talk about so much more than just this last episode i'm sorry in advance.

SEASON 3 HAS BEEN THE WEIRDEST FUCKING THING.

From the get go, i have been scratching my head in confusion. as a (somewhat okay) writer i can usually pick up on themes and plots fairly quickly. but the pacing of this story has been so off? with the way we started i thought the main plot would be din trying to find redemption (and maybe learning that internally he doesn't need a physical redemption of bathing in some ornamental body of water b/c he's more than that), and I WAS SO PSYCHED. Then, we fucking accomplished that by like episode 2??? what?? and since that episode, i have been struggling to figure out what the overarching plot and theme was? yes, the other seasons have episodes of din and grogu bounty hunting or doing random shit but it was to further their main goal.

they also put a lot of emphasis on this fucking darksaber to do nothing with it. and i get. the argument is "din never even wanted the sword so of course he gave it away it's stupid for people to think he wanted it". I KNOW HE DIDN'T WANT IT. but that's kind of the point? they set it up, with him being forced to carry it but not being able to use it well because the 'weight' of responsibility and power it carried. then the armorer trained him for 2.5 seconds and told him he needed to overcome internal obstacles to use it. So essentially, they set up the perfect story line of a reluctant bounty hunting learning he has the ability to be more. Then at that point, if he learned the theme and was able to use the blade well i could see him passing it on then and being like "i realize that i have the ability to be this leader, but i also realize my heart is not in it like others and what i truly want is to just be grogu's father and settle." Basically, my beef isn't that they gave the darksaber away, my beef is that they set up this huge theme and story line just to be like 'psych bitches'.

NOW. BO KATAN. Here's the thing, y'all, i know very little about star wars. like a stupid little. I saw the movies like AGES AGO, but when the mandalorian started i could not pick obi wan kenobi out of a line up and i had to ask my brother repeatedly if the empire was the good guys or bad guys. So, watching the mandalorian and seeing this character walking around saying shit like "does this look jedi to you?" was great b/c din djarin was just as clueless as i was. [I went off on a tangent here and i breifly forgot my point, but here it is]--

BO KATAN. I know nothing beyond what this show had offered me, and from that I like her. I have no beef with her. In season 2, i thought she was an interesting foil to Din Djarin. This leader who is struggling to get people to follow her with a nonchalance on this creed thing vs a man who by all means should be a loner but everyone and their cousin is just drawn to and they want to follow him.

Going into S3, Bo Katan felt different? And not in a "oooh look at all that character growth" kind of way, more like in a "y'all skipped a few steps here" kind of way. I won't go more in depth on this otherwise I'll be here all day. But overall, despite the flaws i think they made with her, i'm okay with her and din being buddies and her learning that din isn't some faceless, mindless drone dedicated to a creed and coming to respect him. I like that friendship. Honestly, i get more sibling vibes from them than anything else (you cannot tell me bo katan and the armorer didn't have chemisty. the "take your helmet off" scene? pls).

BUT I AM SAYING THIS RIGHT NOW, I HAVE THIS TERRIBLE GOD AWFUL FEELING THAT NEXT WEEK THEY ARE GOING TO CONFIRM BO KATAN AND DIN DJARIN AS A ROMANTIC COUPLE AND I DON'T LOVE IT.

it just feels like they're shoe horning in a romance for the sake of having a romance and i don't get why? i would watch 12 seasons of din being a tired, single father taking care of his menace to society gremlin child.

As for chapter 23, i didn't hate the episode. it had some good bits. Grogu in the IG-12 suit is the greatest thing I've ever seen. As heart breaking as it was watching Din get manhandled to the ground by Imperials, i'm a slut for angst and god that was some good angst i can't deny that. i was so sure that gideon was going to rip off din's helmet right then and there and i was SCREAMING at my television i was so horrified and heartbroken. i think all that happened was we hit pause on that devastation tho b/c i'm guessing chapter 24 we're gonna see Din Djarin's face and as much as I wanna see his face I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE IN THIS WAY. NOT LIKE THIS. I HATE IT.

Side note, here's my theory for the next episode (it's what i think is going to happen and i won't be happy with it): din gets his helmet taken off, it's devastating, bo katan saves him (fucking again), he's helmetless, him and bo katan share a moment and they share that bottle of wine that karga gave him and told him to use in a smaller setting, then they maybe kiss. or confess romantic affection. i think that's the game plan and i hate it.

If I was optimistic, I would love if Bo Katan betrayed him. They won't do it, they haven't set it up well enough and i have no faith in them, but imagine if this entire time Bo Katan has been playing Din and his covert in order to get her hands on the darksaber b/c she knew doesn't trust she'd be able to win against him in combat. how delicious would that be?

One last thing, as I think about it, i think they nerfed Din this season. In S1 and S2, I have a list of badass moments where Din kicked ass, but this season? Maybe one or two moments? And, I think it happened b/c they fell into that age old trap of "we want our female main character to looks so badass so obviously the only way we can do that is by making the male character look less so". Which is so silly. I am all for a strong, badass female MC. But she should be able to stand on her own and be seen as amazing without a guy to overshadow. it just really bothers me that Din has needed Bo Katan to save him so many times this season.

Okay, I'll stop now. I need to stop now. Oof. I went off the rails i'm sorry lol.

[boltupbitches]

Sliding in the DMs - Part XII

Joey rubbed his eyes, tired from last night’s events. He spent some time on the phone with Nick, the two having a heart to heart about the recent events in their respective lives (leaving the engagement conversation for a later date due to the gravity of the current situation). Nick was heated just as Joey was after finding out what Arty and Athena had apparently been through. It explained a lot in some cases, but still left a lot unsaid that needed to be addressed.

Joey reached out to gently touch Arty’s arm, expecting her to be asleep still, but felt nothing. He rolled over and stared at the empty side of the bed where she should have been. He looked at the alarm on her side and saw it was 9:00 am. Sighing, he slowly got up and out of bed, rubbing his face and walking towards the bedroom door. Arty had to be somewhere in the house.

Joey made his way down the hall and out towards the kitchen, passing the living room on his way. He stopped and backtracked a few steps to find Arty sitting on the sofa with her cat. He stayed there in the entryway for a few moments, taking in her tired posture as she was petting Cassiopeia, who was on her lap.

Joey walked in slowly, his footsteps catching Arty’s attention and causing her to look up. She did so, smiling gently at him and softly greeting, “Hey. Good morning.”

“Morning.” Joey said back, taking a seat next to her and reaching over to gently pet Cassiopeia as well. The cat chirped in greeting to him and remained purring on Arty’s lap, eyes closed.

“Did you just get up?” Arty asked.

“Hmm.” Joey nodded. “You weren’t in bed and I wanted to come make sure you were ok.”

Arty nodded, saying nothing and choosing instead to stare thoughtfully at the engagement ring on her finger. 

“Artemis.. What’s been going on?” Joey asked softly. “I know there’s a lot that bothers you and you mask it well a lot of the time, but I can still see it underneath it all. Last night, that was the first time I’ve ever seen you break down. Please… let me help you.” Joey reached out and gently grasped the hand she was staring at. He squeezed her hand lightly and held it as she continued to stare off into space.

“I don’t know where to start.” She admitted, a sorrowful expression taking over. “I just… I don't know what I can do or say to express myself in a way that doesn’t make me feel like I’m being torn open. I’ve worked so hard to build myself up and put all those feelings and memories away. I went to therapy, I got on medication, I developed a coping plan.. Yet, it never seems to leave. It’s always there, waiting for me to fail..” 

“What’s waiting for you to fail?” Joey asked.

“Life is waiting for me to fail. To fail and end up back under my mother’s thumb. I feel at times like I’m chained down by so much shit. I moved across the country, worked my way up in my career, borrowed to pay for my own education, and paid for all my stuff on my own.. And yet, I sometimes feel like my mom and her shit is always just waiting for me to fall so I have to go back there. Go back to my parents to bail me out and build me up. Did I tell you I got disinherited by my parents?” Arty blurted out, tears starting to fall down.

“What?” Joey asked in disbelief, his brain still reeling with all of this sudden information being poured out to him. “What the fuck? Why?”

“Money makes people do crazy things with their egos. I know you come from some money.” She looked at him to disagree, but he smartly said nothing in return. “There’s old money and there’s new money. I am assuming your mom comes from a type of old money down the line and your dad is new money from his time in the NFL and investments post-career.” Joey’s shocked reaction at her deduction made her smile a bit, “I listen when you tell me stuff and I googled about you pretty early on.. I come from a mix of old and new money. My paternal grandparents, Nikolaos and Althea Thermopylae, were immigrants who moved to the USA in the 1970s, with my father, who was just a kid at that time. My grandma Althea comes from old money in Greece and was the daughter of a wealthy landowner in Attica. Nikolaos was not and by marrying my grandmother without proper permission, it led to a scandal in their circle and my grandmother was disowned. Yet, the money she had hidden away, knowing what would happen when her marriage got out, was used to emigrate to America with my dad who was just a baby at the time.” 

Arty stopped speaking for a moment and dried her eyes. “They used the money to buy a car wash and laundromat. Both of which were successful, and so they expanded to owning a restaurant, two gas stations, another car wash, and so on. Before you knew it, my grandfather built a networth of over $200 million.. And then my dad met my mom.. Who came from some money, but nowhere near that.. And then us anchor babies, Athena and I, came to be to cement the marriage.” Arty said bitterly. “My dad went on to take over Thermo Enterprises and built another $250 million on the value of the family businesses.” Joey’s eyes got huge at that. “Yeah, our family is sitting on half a billion dollar fortune.. And yet, my mom just doesn’t see it all as enough. There always has to be more and my dad has become so numb to reality due to this lifestyle that the house we grew up in felt like a prison at times… but yeah, rich girl problems, am I right?” Arty laughed bitterly.

Joey sat there quietly, mulling her words over. “Artemis..”

“I just wake up every day, hoping for the best and reminding myself that I am enough because 8 year old me wasn’t enough. 10 years old me wasn’t enough. 18 years old me wasn’t enough. I was always treated like I wasn’t enough. And it’s easy some days to fake like I am ok and that everything is fine and grand. I mean, I have a job that pays good and I enjoy doing. I have friends out here that are down to hang out but don’t push me. I have my apartment, my cat.. And I have you.” She looks at him with large eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I have you and suddenly I feel like I am enough and that I am deserving of love.” She sobs at that last part. “I love you because you let me be me and you trust me to enough show me the real you.”

Joey suddenly moves closer on the couch and pulls her into her arms, causing Cassiopeia to jump off the couch and onto the nearby chair, watching the two with her typical unimpressed look on her face. “Artemis.. I fucking love you. More than anything. Please know that you are enough. You are enough to me, to your sister, to your friends, and even enough for Cassiopeia.” They chuckle tearfully at that last part. “You never have to feel like you have to hide this. We both have issues from fucked up childhoods.. I can relate to some of that, but know, please that I will never judge you for showing me this side of you. I love you. All of you. Every bit and every inch.” Joey cradles her face and presses a kiss to her forehead, breathing in her scent before pulling back and wiping away her tears with his thumb. “Anyone who tries to make you feel less is not fucking worth the time, effort, or energy.”

They stay cuddled like that for a bit and Arty starts chuckling to herself. “What?” Joey asked, amused by her sudden laughing.

“I was just thinking of something silly that came to mind.”

“What’s that?” Joey asked.

“How burned out I’ve been when I come home from work, and how happy I am to change into my lazy clothes.” She mused.

Joey nodded in agreement. “I feel the same after working out. It’s nice to come home, change, and relax for the day.”

"I just.. shit has been rough as of late... sometimes I just wanna come home, take my bra off, and pig out with my tits out. You know?"

Joey sat there across from her, mulling over her words and said, "you can do that whenever babe and I'll join you."

"You're gonna have your tits out too?" Arty teased.

Joey smirked at her and said dryly, “Absolutely.”

Arty laughed at that and reached up to wipe the rest of the tears on her cheeks. She was silent for a few moments before speaking again, “I’m sorry I broke down last night and lost my mind, and doing it again just now. That was not what I intended for at all. The Athena thing.. was a bad reminder of stuff I went through in the past.”

“I understand.” Joey says, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

“I love you.” She says to him, pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling back to smile at him.

“I love you too.” He smiles back at her, suddenly pulling her up to stand with him, causing her to let out a loud shriek at the sudden movement. “Now,” he lifts her bridal style with ease, “Let’s go shower and then go for breakfast.”

“No morning work out today?” She teases, her arm wrapped around his neck and the other holding onto his shoulder. 

“Nah. Today’s my day off. We’ll go eat and then go to my place in Costa Mesa.. I have a hot tub, don’t forget.”

“Then why are we always here again?” She pouted at him.

“Because I like being here.” He says simply, walking them down the hall. “Home for me is where you are at. If you’re living here, then it’s home to me. If you’re living with me in Costa Mesa, then that’s home. You’re my home.” He sits her gently on the bathroom counter, moving to cage her in and press his forehead to hers.

She closes her eyes and leans into him. “You’re my home too. Wherever you are is my home too.”

They smile at each other, once more leaning in to each other to kiss, wanting to be nowhere else, but with each other in that moment and forever.

[icekingofhope]

Hello everyone so I heard lately people been fighting over nezha age and such so I decided to my input on the matter

(remember this is just my opinion you don’t have to agree with it)

So you maybe asking what do I think nezha is a adult or kid

my answer is: neither cause I see him as a teenager

let me explain

now yes he has a deep voice and seems taller and such but I knew kids who had deep voices and were tall and such but he still has his immaturity like that part in season 3 episode 9

When wukong was being snarky nezha snaps going “why can’t you never let me have the last word!!” Now I don’t know about you but the way he said it felt like how a teenager gets annoyed being teased by their older slibing or friend

but I’m also gonna admit nezha is probably older now I mean thousands of years have passed but you all have to remember time is different in the celestial realm from what I read it says one day in the celestial is a year in the mortal realm

and we don’t exactly know how many years till a god ages

but then your probably saying he acts very mature alot of teenagers do act mature and not to mention he always was like that even when he was a kid cause he went threw very traumatic stuff when he was younger

(you can look it up on nezha backstory warning it has very gorey details and impiled abusive father)

so yeah that’s where am at he is not a adult or a kid either he is a teenager but then you probably ask me is it ok to still ship him since teenagers get together sometimes my answer is no

cause you have to respect the culture he is from like you have to respect the culture triptakas from cause I know people discard his reglion and such cause look I hate triptaka alot but doesn’t mean i discard the important detail about him being a Buddhist

And not to mention even if shipping nezha wasn’t problematic (which it is) I would have prefer him to not date cause I personally see him as aroace and perfers to be alone and there is barely anyone in his age range to ship him with

(And don’t say well he lived for like thousands of years he is still mentally a kid )

but yes that’s all I have to say nezha is a teenager and no still not ok to ship him with the other characters

and remember this is MY opinion don’t attack me if you don’t like it cause I know there are people out there won’t change their minds immediately seeing this and such

anyways have a good day

[occult-roommates]

Giuseppe the Great

One Sunday morning, Daniele invited his cousin and Dawud at the art museum. He didn’t had the gut to go full-blown sabotaging their relationship like Rudi suggested, but you know...infamously nothing good ever came of him and Dawud going to the art museum together. The funniest part is, the young spellcaster had never actually stepped a foot in that place, and as soon as he did...oh boy.

Daniele: NO WAY! It’s Giuseppe the Great! Dawud: Who?

Well, not really, but god did he wish it was actually the real deal. Daniele ran towards the large painting he had just seen. Eventually, he caused enough of a scene, they got kicked out of the museum...Maybe this is the bad thing that was supposed to happen this time, but he held on hope Matteo was gonna confessed he cheated on Dawud or something.

A bit later, they went to the park, where Daniele could finally unleash all at once his knowledge on Giuseppe the Great.

Daniele: No way you have never heard of him, he’s one of the most famous spellcaster ever! Dawud: Well, my education on occult is kinda lacking, like I had never heard of your family before meeting you and apparently you guys are a big deal in the spellcasting world. Like, except for one mermaid in the same grade as me and Audrey’s grandma who is a fairy, I don’t think I ever met an occult person before moving here. Not a lot of y’all in Oasis Spring. Matteo: Isn’t Oasis Spring famous for having a quite sizeable community of werewolf? Dawud: Yeah, but they tend to live in the most impoverished area of the city because nobody wants to hire them. And luckily for me, like not to flex on having a privileged upbringing or anything, I grew up far from the poor part of Oasis Spring so I never came across them, at least as far as I’m aware like when they’re not transformed werewolves just look like anyone else...Well, there was that guy in my school basketball team who got bitten, but he got an anti-lycanthropic before turning into one. Matteo: I actually feel so bad for werewolf, we spellcasters like to claim we’re the one having it the worst but like...these people are so damn demonized and for what? Spellcaster will even kick out anyone who gets bitten by a werewolf, it’s insane. Daniele: Ok I’m not here for that, I wanna talk about Giuseppe the Great!

Giuseppe the Great, also known by his legal name of Giuseppe Paradisi, was a man Daniele had admired since childhood. He was originally born in 1898 in rural Italy in a village mostly populated by spellcaster named Befana, however he was unable to do any sort of magic. As a result, his family rejected him and he was shunned from his community. When the Great War came, he joined the army as soon as he turned 18, but was discharged upon contracting typhoid fever.

Two years later, shortly after the end of the war, he got sick again, this time being the dreaded 1918 influenza. Refusing to pass away so young, out of despair, Giuseppe messed with his father’s cauldron trying to make a healing potion and well...he succeeded. He did magic for the first time, incredibly well, and he could do spells now, powerful one almost nobody in their lifetime masters! The new quickly spread across Befana as people were lining up to see him do magic or get healed with his potion. 

Sadly, his miracle cure only worked in spellcaster, but for them, it was a real life saver. Quickly, Giuseppe’s story was spread throughout the spellcasting world both for protecting them from a terrible disease, and also as a fascinating case of someone developping powers at a very late age...Yeah 20 is not old, but considering that the vast majority of spellcaster develop their magic before the age of five, and the average age being six months old...It would be like if someone suddenly started walking at that age with no problem when prior to that they were completely paralyzed from the waist down since birth.

A legend was born that day, and it would not stop growing. He became an incredibly respected spellcaster, was even elected the head of the Spellcasting Counsel multiple time. Which is to say, he was the president of spellcasters basically. Hell, some spellcasters started worshipping him as a god though he himself never enjoyed having a literal cult formed around him and nowadays, this has pretty much died down.

Daniele: And you know, I respect him because I can relate to his story of being rejected because he didn’t have any power. I mean...I still have mine but you know...And while there’s like, no consensus on how he suddenly got power at 20, a part of me hope that I too will be a full blown spellcaster again one day. Oh and fun fact, he’s Matteo great-grandfather. Dawud: Damn, really? That must mean he’s yours too, right? Matteo: I mean, dude had 54 kids and those are the one that we know of, being his descendant is barely a flex. Dawud: 54!! And I thought it was impressive and over the top when I found out my own great-grandparents had 13, though that’s not including the one who sadly didn’t make it to adulthood. Daniele: Yeah, and while I wish I was his great-grandson, Matt and I are cousin through our respective mother, while it’s Matt’s father who is related to Giuseppe.

In fact, Matteo never even got to meet Giuseppe. The man had so many kids because well, to put it bluntly, he had a literal harem. Matteo’s great-grandma did not belong to it though, cause on top of that, Giuseppe also had random flings ever once in a while. 

Dawud: Is it mean of me to say this might be why the spellcaster gene pool is infamously small? Daniele: It’s only in some countries! We’re 10% of the world population, there’s millions of spellcasters, the offensive joke that we’re all inbred is just that, an offensive joke. And the reason it’s that bad in Italy is because we were kicked out of the country back in the 1920s. Giuseppe and his supporter in fact fought hard to prevent this from happening. Matteo: Yeah, that’s what happened to my great-grandma actually. Which is why my dad side of the family is from San Myshuno instead of being from Tartosa like my mom side. Dawud: Damn, the worst fate of them all, being forced to move to New Jersey. Daniele: ...Weren’t you yourself forced to move here?  Matteo: Anyway, I don’t wanna be a bitch but like, the reason why he had that many kids is literally because back then believing in eugenics was socially acceptable, and he wanted to spread as much as possible his “powerful spellcasting genes”. Which is funny since the fact he got his power so late means he likely carried the gene that cause spellcasters to be born without magic. It’s even widely accepted he has some secret kids he’s hiding because they were born without power or had condition similar to Dan’s one. Daniele: Fuck off, those are just conspiracy theory. If that were true, at least one of those so call “secret powerless child” would have come forward by now. And also Giuseppe. had a few kids with disability and he never hid them. Hell his youngest son was a Thalidomide baby with no limbs and he always talked about how much he loves him. Matteo: Well first of all, this “Thalidomide baby” had a name, and his name was Hans. Second of all, to me it feels obvious he was parading him like a sideshow freak, like this famous video they show in school of Hans manipulating a wand with his mouth fucking feels like the poor kid was being exploited. Third of all, Hans killed himself in the 90s so how good was his life do you think?!  Dawud: Can we not argue and just change the topic at this point!

Well, sure, that was interesting at first, but at this point Dawud had no idea what the Rossini cousins were going on about. Also it was a lot of information all at once, his brain couldn’t handle learning any new more thing today.

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[sassylassy123]

The Sun And The Moon

Chapter 5 - Hastinapur

"Oh! So, she is the girl Karn couldn't stop talking about." said Dushasan.

"What?" Divyanshi exclaimed, her words were heard by the people passing and everyone was looking at her. Karn was seen red with the embarrassment. "I mean what do you mean, sir?"

"Sir?" asked Shakuni, "What does that mean?"

"It's a word from English Language." she explained, "I can speak many languages, please don't be surprised if I blabber in some foreign language."

"Ok, sir." Shakuni said.

'No! That's not how it works, idiot.'

"You said Angraj couldn't stop talking about her. What all things were you talking about her, Angraj?" asked Krishnn.

"Just the good things and how she stood up for me." Karn replied.

"We know her name but where does she belong to?" Duryodhan inquired, "Where are you from?" he asked Divyanshi.

"She is from the future." Krishnn said.

"I wasn't supposed to die but I did so I came here. It's complicated but I am going to stick with him." Divyanshi added.

"Future? Interesting!" Shakuni schemed plans to eliminate the Pandavs and now he had help, "She can stay with us."

"Of course! That's a great idea." Krishnn smiled.

"It is?" Divyanshi asked, they looked at her weirdly, "It is! It is! Indeed!" 'I am so doomed!' she thought.

Karn was a bit happy with the news of her staying with them for a while. In fact, he was beaming with so much joy that it was clearly showing on his face. After bidding goodbyes to King Drupad and Amruta, Divyanshi left Panchal with the Kauravs. There were no women on the trip and hence, there were no palanquin so Divyanshi had to accompany Karn on his chariot; he was happy with her decision.

Getting bored she decided to view the pictures of the swayamvar. She noticed the furious face of Duryodhan in the background and Dushasan stuffing all the sweets in his mouth trying not to be caught. Her eyes were searching for Karn and she saw him staring at someone, he was smiling. Doing all her calculations, she knew he was looking at her. She smiled to herself knowing she managed charm a person.

Karn's eyes fell on her phone, "What is that yantr?" he asked curiously.

"It's a phone. It has information in it and I call anyone anytime." she answered, she smiled looking at his confused face, "I can also capture moments like paintings but if I want those painting can move."

"People are advanced in the future." he commented.

"Well, not exactly. Technology is developed but us humans," she sighed, "we are 'shit'."

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's a bad word." she casually replied.

"Then why are you saying it?" he asked.

"Because it helps me express my emotions." she answered, "Oh! And this device can also allow me to listen to music."

"Play a song then." he requested.

"I have to decide. Let me see!" she scrolled through Spotify, "We can't play Taylor Swift because you won't understand her. Arijit Singh is nice, yes, him." She scrolled through his discography.

"Who's Arijit Singh?" asked Karn.

"Him?" she smiled to herself and sighed, "He is the best person I could ever think of. I love him so much."

"Right." he faintly said.

She noticed him, "Well, he is a singer."

"We should rest." Dushasan suggested.

"No, we have to travel more." Duryodhan denied.

"But I want to rest." Divyanshi whined silently.

"Yes, she's right." Karn agreed with her, "We-we should rest."

"Fine!" Duryodhan said.

Tents were set and everyone entered the respective tents and rested for hours. Dinner was being served and everyone came out of their tents, Divyanshi spent time on her phone and sat for dinner still looking at it.

"What is that in your hands?" asked Shakuni.

"It's a phone. I waste my time on it." she answered.

"So, how is future like? Do they still have kings and queens?" asked Dushasan.

"Only a few countries have the monarchy system but fighting for the properties is still a thing. My own father 'happily' gave half of his land to my uncle." she sighed at the last sentence and ate her food.

"Well, I can't relate more." Duryodhan lightly chuckled.

"You smile too? In future you are portrayed more- seriously." she was about to spoil the future.

"They know about me? I must have done something great, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, great!" she awkwardly smiling remembering his deeds.

"What about me?" asked Shakuni.

"Whenever there is a talk about uncles, we remember you." she partially lied, she didn't specify in a good way or a bad way.

"And do they know about me?" Karn asked.

"Everyone loves you." she said.

"And me?" Dushasan asked.

"No, we don't remember you much." she replied.

"Like nothing? Not even a bit?" he asked hopelessly.

"No, not even a bit. I know you because I have read the books and seen the shows but those who haven't, I doubt they remember you." she realised she sounded rude so she tried to act normal, "But there is one event you are known for."

"Oh! What's that?" he asked again, this time hopefully.

"I can't spoil it to you." she shrugged.

"Yeah, all the popularity goes to her lover boy." Dushasan muttered and ate his food, more like stuffed his mouth with food.

Rest over and they were back on the chariot. She slept through half the journey. When she woke up she saw the chariot being stopped and loud noise coming from a distance. She opened her eyes and saw the beauty of Hastinapur. It was a heavenly place and gasped looking at it.

"Damn! It is giving heaven." she mumbled to herself.

"You should pay a visit to Angdesh too." Karn said.

"I would love too." she smiled.

Everyone welcomed them to Hastinapur and they went to the palace. Divyanshi walked slowly observing the shops and the people there. A child handed her a flower, it was her favourite, Petunia Black Velvet.

"You like it?" Karn asked.

"I love them." she replied with enthusiasm. "They are my favourite. They were always around me since my childhood."

Karn's eyebrows furrowed at the statement. They finally reached the palace and were greeted by Gandhari, who was another beautiful woman Divyanshi met since the day before.

"Oh! I have two daughters now." she smiled not noticing tears in Divyanshi's eyes, she hugged her.

Entering the palace, Divyanshi had a strange feeling in heart. "You know they feeling you feel when someone genuinely hugs you, I felt that. It was weird." she said to Karn.

"Yes, that's kinship." he said.

"Oh! So, that's how it feels." she was weirded out.

She left him standing in the hall of the palace. He was wondering what had happen to him. What was the strange feeling he felt? He smiled at her leaving, this time he knew who he was smiling for; not some girl who warned him about the swayamvar but the girl who stood up for him when no else did, not even his best friend.

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[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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AHH Today's little entry is going to be me mainly forming extremely incorrect theories on what I think is going on along with the usual commentary, of course lol

So remember how I said Pei Ming was oookay? Ya no. I hate him again now -_-

He berated presumptuously, “Aren’t you a girl? Fighting and killing all day, never mind not painting your face, how come you don’t even know how to cook?”

Lol Xie Lian teaching Banyue how to cook? a perfect recipe for disaster! literally AND figuratively

Ok for this part!

That skull said, “We…didn’t dare go east, which is why we chose the west. Because, on the road to the east, there’s a white-clad young man, who within a day, has already killed over two thousand ghosts. He’s far more terrifying than this one in the west…

OK we know the one from the west was Ling Wen but the East? Could it potentially be...JUn WU??? Or White Clothed Calamity???? UNLESS THEY R BOTH THE SAME??? or it could just be like someone completely different lmao (I really have to stop guessing Jun Wu for like EVERYTHING, I did that with the fetus' father too and look who it turned out to be lol)

Sassy Hua Cheng is one of my fave Hua Chengs

He finally turned his head back and mocked slightly: “To the heavenly officials of the Upper Court, keeping secrets might be more difficult than passing a heavenly calamity, but not so for me.”

OK ANOTHER POTENTIAL THEORY

“Your Highness, it sounds like this Guoshi of your Xianle has quite the background, and knows a lot,” Pei Ming said. “Might I ask what’s happened to him?”

After some hesitation, Xie Lian replied, “I don’t know. After Xianle fell, many people I never saw again.”

I think Goushi is still alive, AND he is most likely going to return as a ghost. In fact, I think a lot of old players from Xianle will make a return in some way which leads me to my other theory that I'll elaborate on in a second

LMAO THIS CRACKED ME UP! POOR PEi SU! Another unknowing victim of Xie Lian's cooking. rip Pei Su U will be missed lmao

Hua Cheng was about to speak when Pei Su, whose speech was broken, extended his trembling finger and started writing on the ground. Out of some strange respect, the group gathered to watch him. Crookedly, the words “battle formation” were formed under his finger. Once he was done writing, it was like he had used up the last bit of his energy. He clenched his hand into a fist and stopped moving.

OK THE THEORYYY:

Hearing this, the group looked up. On the surface of the stone beam before the gates of this building, indeed there were engraved a row of giant characters. Although worn from the ages, and scratched up from strange marks, they were still considerably clear.

However, after some silence, Xie Lian said, “There’s certainly writing, but…”

But, he couldn’t understand this writing at all!

So ok, its totally obvious that this is Hua Cheng's writing, which means he either built or maintained this temple. Now, we know by now that Hua Cheng ONLY ever does something for Xie Lian, and the whole Wuyong story has something to do with Xie Lian. Because of the similarities, I'm guessing when Goushi told him the story, it was a legend and he was hoping Xie Lian would live up to it. Most likely that WAS Xie Lian's story but Hua Cheng could have manipulated history in some way and changed the name Xianle to Wuyong? Dunno why or maybe someone else did that? (jUN wU maYBe????? god I have to stop shoving him into every theory lol)

OR Mt. Tong'lu is currently on the ground where Xianle WAS! like they might be traversing through the ruins of Xianle rn and these temples were from then or meant to be relics of that time???? which also makes sense why Hua Cheng would preserve it!

This line too...

Which meant, unless there were heavenly officials older than the one thousand five hundred year old Jun Wu, there was no one who could know of how the god worshipped in the Kingdom of Wuyong had been silently wiped from history

I dunnoo I just feel like Wuyong was acc Xianle for some reason, or Wuyong was like EXACTLY like Xianle but another god had lived the exact same life as Xie Lian many years ago...(Maybe JUN WU??? I know that doesn't even make sense cuz they said Jun Wu was just born when Wuyong was wiped out, but MAYBE WHITE CLOTHED CALAMITY????)

Ouch..but also he might just be talking about his own temples rn....

Xie Lian rubbed his forehead and lightly cleared his throat. “This…isn’t anything to be in awe of.

I only know because in the past, after many of my crown prince palaces were burnt, they’d end up like this.”

ALSO THE WHOLE MURAL

The entire mural was visibly divided into four levels. The highest level was shimmering gold light, blanketed with clouds, no people.

The second level, there was only one character painted, and it was a handsome, white-clad young man. Golden light was depicted as surrounding his person, and that light was painted with the same paint as the first level.

The third level, there were four characters depicted. Each of their faces, clothing, expressions, and gestures were all different, and they were half the size as the white-clad young man of the second level.

The fourth level, which was the lowest level, had countless figures drawn, and they were, again, half the size of those in the third level. Each of their faces were exactly the same; their expressions open, each full of passion, worship, rapture.

Like see??? I have seen fanart of white clothed calamity who looked similar to Xie Lian so Maybe White clothed clalamity (lol the spelling thooo T-T) had lived through exactly what Xie Lian did many many years ago....Maybe white clothed calamity had the same life as Xie Lian except HE never got to ascend.....

Let's see how my theories will fare in the subsequent chapters lmao

My brain rn.....

[goldendiie]

Ok here me out! Fillmores parents try visiting Fillmore to convince him to come home because it looks bad to the public for a politician son to disappear and they see sarge like

Fillmores dad :"ah yes my son being friends with this upstanding young man will help straighten him out "

Sarge: Don't be suspicious Don't be suspicious don't be suspicious

Fillmore was having a bad day. He and Sarge had argued that morning, and his customer intake had been lower than usual. The gift-wrapped bow on top of everything, though, was the fact that his father had tracked him down.

He looked almost comical: Roger Callahan had always been an extremely buttoned-up individual, yet here he stood against the psychedelic lavender-washed backdrop of the Taste-In.

“For someone so smart, you could’ve done a better job of covering your tracks,” his father said flatly, “For God’s sake, at least change your name the next time you run away.”

“I didn’t run away,” Fillmore bit back. “You kicked me out.”

His father looks back at him challengingly. “Did you not drop out of Berkeley?”

“What I do with my time and money is none of your concern,” Fillmore replied. “What the hell are you doing here, anyways?” He added, somewhat snarky, “Have you ever heard of the telephone? You could’ve called.”

“I’m taking you back to New York,” his father replied, a tone of finality to his voice. “People have started asking questions about where you’ve gone, and we can’t afford a scandal.”

Fillmore stared back at him, floored. “What, I don’t get a say in this?” He snapped, “Maybe I’d prefer to stay gone.”

“Son, I’m not going to tell you twice,” his father said, “This is serious! People are beginning to notice!”

Fillmore scoffed. “Not my problem.”

Just then, the beaded curtain was pushed aside. Fillmore nearly snapped his head to look, uttering a short we’re closed—Unfortunately, it was Sarge that was standing there. He looked halfway terrified, looking between them as he began to back away.

He said, “I’ll come back—”

“No, no, you’re cool,” Fillmore said after him. “My father was just leaving, anyways.”

Sarge froze, one foot behind him in the doorway. He mumbled, “I just, uh… I seem to have lost my wallet. Have you seen it?”

Sarge had likely come to talk about their argument earlier, as his wallet was very clearly in his front-right pocket. Fillmore seemed to sense this, and gestured with his head. “You can check inside.”

Sarge ushered past them, looking as though he wanted to avoid being seen. He nodded his head vaguely in the direction of Fillmore’s father as he passed.

“A friend of yours?” his father asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Fillmore nodded shortly, unwilling to divulge any other information.

His father hummed, evidently surprised. "He's normal."

"Very."

Sarge returned a moment later, wallet in hand. “Found it,” he said, smiling nervously.

Roger Callahan turned on him. “You," he said. "What's a respectable young man like yourself doing wasting time with this—" he gestured vaguely in Fillmore's direction, "—vagrant?"

Fillmore cut in, "I said he's my friend."

"Speak when spoken to." His father shot him a rather dangerous glare, before looking back to Sarge. "And that's all?"

Sarge stood a little straighter, a rather challenging expression crossing through his eyes. "If not friends, what else would we be?"

Roger Callahan scoffed, "Like you don't know."

Fillmore, again, spoke up, "Go back to New York, asshole."

His father swung around, furious, "I won't say it again—"

"No, you won't," Fillmore interrupted, "This is my property, and I'm calling the sheriff if you don't scram." He gestured in the direction of the door, picking up the telephone.

"You'd call the police on your own father?"

"Try me."

Roger Callahan took one step forward. Fillmore dialed one number on the rotary. Another step, another number. He pressed the receiver to his ear, ready...

"Christ," his father said. He turned back to Sarge, incredulous. "You, young man— do me a favor and straighten him out, would you?" He added, "Maybe you'll rub off on him."

Sarge exchanged glances with Fillmore. "I'll, uh... I'll sure try."

"You—" Roger Callahan continued, wheeling around and quickly advancing on Fillmore. "You will be coming back to New York if it kills me."

"Cool," Fillmore said, indifferently, "Hope it does."

His father blinked at him, before storming out. It was another moment before the car left his lot, and another still before its tires screeched down the highway.

Across the room, Sarge deflated. "What the hell?" he asked.

"Right?" Fillmore replied, "What's his problem?"

Sarge whistled, and neared the Taste-In's counter. He seemed to peer out the beaded curtain for a moment, as though he was making sure that Fillmore's father had actually left.

"So," Fillmore said, "Promise you'll straighten me out?"

Sarge groaned. "Please, shut up."