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The Masked Ballerina
Mafia!Yunho x ballerina!reader
angst, light fluff 6k
TW: mentions of fighting, abuse, violence, swearing, weapons. As usual, please let me know if I missed something.
Please read at your own discretion.
Where Yunho's search for excitement leads him to the Ballet.
AN: Heavily inspired by the Ice On My Teeth MV. In my mind this exists in the same universe as my Mafia!Hongjoong fic. The chess lore goes hard in this one. Enjoy lovelies đ€
Also in case anyone cares, the song reader dances to is Masquerade Suite: Maskarad at about 1:18 is when Yunho starts tapping and 1:23 is when he sees their face
MASTERLIST
Itâs very rare that Yunho goes out alone. Normally he travels with his guards, a new rule put in place after the Wooyoung incident. He understands its another layer of protection in case someone decides to get a little too close. especially if one of their enemies decides to put a hit out on him. Which of course has happened more times than he can count, but his guards donât let anyone get within talking distance. It's always kind of fun to him. Watching some dumb soldier try to charge at him. Part of Yunho wishes his guards would just let them through. That way he could have a little fun. Just the thought makes his hands twitch. God is he aching for a good fight. But he knows that would never happen. They would never allow it. Itâs their sole duty to protect him. One of their eight bosses who are far too precious to lose.Â
Yunho sighs at the thought. His breath coming out in front of him in the cold night air. He knows it's silly to want to get into a bit of trouble. With the power he holds he should be excited at the people who bow before him. But he can't help but want something more. A change of pace. Like tonight and his new habit of sneaking out once he knows the others are busy or sleeping. It started on a whim, his restlessness driving him over the edge. It was normally pretty bad, but this night he swore if he didnât do something he would go insane. He found himself creeping down the hallway, waiting for just the right moment when he knew the guards would step away before making a dash to the street. He spent the next few hours wandering the city. The solitude was refreshing, not having anyone hovering over him. While it gave him a little rush the first few weeks , the thrill has already started to fade. His little nights out becoming something too close to a routine.Â
Heâs done his best to spice it up a bit, trying to find different routes. But with legs as long as his, thereâs only so much he can do before heâs seen it all. The more he dwells on it, the worse he starts to feel. He tugs the hood of his sweater farther over his head, huffing in annoyance. With his mood slowly souring, he thinks itâs best to run back home. He finds himself turning towards the dark alley. It shouldnât come as a surprise that he gravitates towards the shadows. Heâs always been his skill, hiding in the shadows until he strikes. Of course nowadays heâs more of a boss, giving people his orders. And while itâs nice, can anyone really blame him for missing the action? I mean heâd even be happy to even do a simple hit. Give him a rookie task, hell heâll take anything at this point. He realizes he sounds a bit like an addict. But God would it kill to have just a bit of excitement in his life?Â
He turns to walk into the alley. He's so distracted he doesn't pay attention to the figure hiding in the shadows.Â
âHold it.â a voice calls out.
Heâs pinned swiftly against a wall. A small breath knocked out of him, as he stumbles into it.
Yunho looks down to see a gun pointed at his chest. Heâs so caught off guard it takes him a second to register what heâs looking at. His eyes trail up the arm holding the gun, finding a masked figure in front of him. At Least a head shorter than him and clearly in way over their head.Â
He looks up at the sky, a baffled smile finding its way onto his face.
This isnât what I meant.
If Yunho didnât know any better heâd think heâs in a comedy movie. One where heâs the bud of all the jokes.Â
âI wouldnât be laughing if I were you,â
Ah yes the tiny thief.Â
Yunho looks back down, the person digging the gun into his chest. He only blinks in response.
âDonât make this harder than it needs to be,â they snap, âJust give me your money and no one has to get hurt.â
Yunho grabs the hand holding the gun, nudging it out of the way.Â
âI donât have any money. Now if youâll excuse me-â he starts to say, but is swiftly cut off.
âWhat? Are you stupid, I said-â
Yunho rolls his eyes, any other night heâd probably entertain the idea of a brawl. But tonight heâs tired and just wants to be back home. This person clearly either doesnât know what theyâre getting themselves into. He supposes itâs the plain clothes he chose to wear out that make him somewhat unrecognizable. That and the fact that he doesnât have his usual entourage hanging around him.Â
Before they can get another word out he grips their arm, raising the gun up to the sky. He tugs the thief towards him, forcing them to stumble into his chest. They gasp in shock, grip loosening on the gun with the movement. Yunho pulls it away with ease, disarming it and dropping the remaining bullet in a single breath.
âWhat the fuck,â the masked figure says, clearly bewildered.
They look up, staring wide eyed up at him. Itâs only then that Yunho takes notice of their eyes. One a normal color. And the other a stark contrast. Gray in color, mirroring the dark clouds above the pair. The snow continues to fall around the two, silence filling the air. It's in this brief moment that heâs able to really look at them. In the small window of the ski mask he sees the bruises around their eye, the skin clearly swollen and discolored with a black eye. It's easy enough to guess that a person must have given it to them, heâs seen enough beatings to know. As bad as he feels, he doesnât have the energy for this.Â
âLook. Itâs been a long day. Iâm tired,â he starts softly.Â
Yunho calmly lowers their arm, dropping the gun into their open palm. He takes a step backwards, de-escalating the situation.Â
âIâm just trying to go home,âÂ
The thief looks down at the gun in their hand briefly. They glance back up at him, eyes now teary.Â
Yunho gives them a tight lipped smile, gently letting them go. He walks past them, the thief, turns only able to watch in shocked silence. Yunho only makes it a few steps away before he feels the need to stop. He canât explain it, but thereâs a nagging tug he feels in his mind.Â
He turns to face the thief, who stands there silently, still watching him. They somehow look smaller like this, vulnerable, defeated. He thinks back to the bruising he saw underneath the mask. It doesnât take a rocket scientist to know something is more is going on than just a petty crime.Â
âFor what itâs worth, I hope whatever it is youâre going through gets better,â he says sincerely.Â
Despite the actions of the masked figure, he understands what itâs like. Desperation is an old friend of his. A friend that led him down an uncertain path, that thankfully ended in his favor. But he knows it isn't that way for everyone. He gives them one last smile, hoping it conveys more than what his words would.
âHave a good nightâ.Â
With that he turns around continuing to walk down the alley. The thief continues to watch him go, watching him disappear into the cold night.
Yunhoâs walks donât last another week. Heâd been able to squeeze in two more days of walking before heâd given up. Far too bored. The short-lived adventure was nice while it lasted. But again he finds himself looking for something else, something outside of his normal routine.Â
That's how he finds himself squished into a small seat, front row to a ballet Jongho had been begging to see. Something very common for their household. Heâd only tagged along because Seonghwa had to miss it, a last minute meeting with Hongjoong and another group.
And while this isnât his usual thing, he will admit the show is quite good. To his right, San is clearly not as impressed, Heâs only become more restless as the first hour passed by. Now practically squirming in his seat. He leans forward in his seat, glancing around at the others.
âDo we have to sit through this whole thing?â San asks, doing a poor job at whispering.Â
âShhh,â Jongho says from his left side.Â
âIs it at least almost over?â he prods.
âShhh!â Jongho shushes, louder than the first time.Â
âBut it's boring,â he says, having given up on whispering all together.Â
Jongho leans forward in his own seat, shooting daggers at San.Â
âItâs not boring, you just donât know how to appreciate art,â he snaps. He gives one last glare before turning his attention back to the stage. Mingi snickers from his seat on Sanâs right.Â
San pouts, sulking back into his seat. Yunho canât help but smile at the exchange. He nudges his shoulder, leaning closer to him.Â
âLighten up, itâs not that bad. Iâm sure you can find some part of it to enjoy,â Yunho whispers. Mingi grins leaning over as well.Â
âThe dancers are quite pretty," he says, nodding towards the stage.
Yunho rolls his eyes as San perks up at the mention of the dancers. Itâs like heâs just noticed their existence after the past hour.Â
âNot what I meant, but to each their own I guess,â he chuckles quietly.
San pays him no mind. Now hyper focused on the performance, or performers, in front of him.Â
Yunho watches the dancers, enjoying how easily their movements flow with the music. He recalls the dream his teenage self had of dancing. He was quite good at it too. He even had a scholarship waiting for him, hell heâd all been packing to leave for school. But alas life doesnât turn out the way it does in movies, now does it?Â
A series of hiccups and stumbling led him to where he is now. One eighth of the biggest family in the country. A rook in a set so carefully crafted, that nothing could stand in its way. Never in his life did he think heâd end up here. But when he glances on either side of him, seeing his brothers makes him think that there was nowhere else heâd rather be.
Despite the performance in front of him, he finds his mind wandering, still longing for something new. Anything really. He knows he sounds ungrateful, bratty even. But goddamn would it be nice for a sliver of excitement.Â
Fate is funny with her timing as per usual. Clearly having enough of Yunhoâs whining sheâs intending to smack Yunho right in the face with his desires.
At that moment the dancers step forward right to the edge of the stage. Bodies dipping into a bow with the sway of the music. The costumes glint with the stage lights, drawing Yunhoâs attention back to the present.Â
Yunho ignores the low whistles undoubtedly from San and MIngi. He does his best to refocus on the performance. He taps his fingers along to the music, counting the beats of the dance in his head.Â
It truly is comical the way the way the music builds, unknowingly leading Yunho to his fate.Â
The dancers look up at the next beat and Yunho comes face to face with the person in front of him. A ballerina with an eye color that wouldnât shock anyone, if it werenât for the other resembling dark storm clouds in the sky. A set of eyes that heâs only seen once, but he could never forget. Yunho feels his heart skip a beat, a small smile tugging at his lips at the memory.
Now this is exciting.
Yunho also takes notice that the bruising is nowhere in sight. Aside for some light swelling, itâs practically invisible. He presumes itâs whatever makeup and other styling thatâs required for the show. The dancer takes no notice of Yunho, clearly engulfed in the performance. In three beats the dancer is off, prancing to the other end of the stage. Yunhoâs eyes now glued to them. A moth to a flame, a spark.Â
Yunho continues to watch, taking notice of the way they glide. As if they were a wind up toy, made only to dance across the stage. The costume only adds to the image. While Yunho knows each costume is made to fit like a glove for every performer, this one is different. For this ballerina it doesnât appear to be made, but to simply be a part of them. Everything about the way they bring the performance to life looks so effortless. This clearly suits them, in his opinion.Â
The performance ends in a flourish, the audience erupting into a deafening applause. The dancers gather on stage, taking their final bows. Yunho glances on either side of him. Jongho no doubt will stop the conductor and offer his appreciation. San and MIngi both speak in hushed whispers, already planning their approach with whatever dancer that's caught their eye. But Yunho only has eyes for one dancer. He easily slips away from the others, off to meet his masked ballerina.Â
âThat bastard, thatâs what he did to you?â Minji asks, turning your face in her hands gently.Â
When youâd removed your makeup sheâd all but elbowed her way through the others leaving for the night. Sheâd all but dragged you into her own dressing room, a murderous look in her eye as she scanned your face. After a bit of fussing, you reluctantly tell her about your interaction with your director. How after a bit of back and forth heâd swung his fist, leaving you with a swollen eye. if looks could kill, youâd swear Mr.Hak would be dead if he were in the room with the way Minji glares. Youâd done your best to hide it from her, knowing sheâd react this way.Â
You grab her hands, pulling them away from you.Â
âIâll be fine, itâs nothing a little makeup canât fix,â you say calmly.
She makes a face immediately, a lecture forming on the tip of her tongue.
âI know what youâre going to say. But you know I canât leave. Not yet at least.
âI know. But that doesnât mean you let him do this to you either y/n,â she says bitterly.Â
âIt was my fault, I kept pushing it and-â you donât get to finish, Minji cutting you off.
âLike hell it was! I donât give a fuck how long heâs been in charge, Hak has no right to be doing this to anyone,â she fumed, face growing red with each word.Â
"Minji. I promise Iâm okay,â You say soothingly. She sighs, taking a few calming breaths.Â
âAt Least let me give you something. I donât have much, but hopefully the money will help you out,â she says, starting to walk towards her bag. You grimace, the thought of taking from her when sheâs struggling just as much as you makes you feel sick.Â
âYou will do no such thing,â you say. You walk over to her, stopping her from looking through it.
âBut-â
âIâll find a way to make it work. You know I always do,â you say, giving her a small smile. Minji contemplates, before giving in.
âFine, but please tell me if you need help. And I donât care who he thinks he is, you say the word and Iâll kick his ass myself,â She says.Â
That gets you to laugh, rolling your eyes.Â
When you first started, you'd learned rather quickly that Minji was hot-headed. Fierce in a way that you werenât. You think perhaps that is why she befriended you so quickly, sensing youâd need a backbone of a friend. Minji was like an older sister. Someone who wanted the best for you, even if her way of showing it could be a little over the top. But you loved her regardless.Â
âThank you Minji, really,â you say, pulling her into a hug. She hugs you back, holding you close.Â
âOkay, well Iâm heading out hun,â she says, letting you go. She slings her bag over her shoulder. Â
âGet home safe,â you say, opening the door for her. She flips the lights off, leading you back out into the hallway.Â
âYou too. Don't stay here too long,â she says, giving you a pointed look.Â
âI won't,â you say.
You walk her until you reach the door to your dressing room. She stops, turning to give you one final hug. With one last squeeze, you let her go. She gives you a final wave, before turning and leaving.Â
When sheâs out of sight, you sigh, shoulders dropping. Youâre quiet as you open the door to your dressing room. You flick on one of the smaller switches, the lights of your vanity illuminating the room.Â
You walk over, dropping yourself into the seat unceremoniously. You glance at yourself in the mirror, looking over the black eye for what feels like the hundredth time. The memory of that night, playing in your head like a loop. When youâd first graduated from your arts program youâd been so excited to start your career. It had been hell to make it through. Your heterochromia made it a nightmare to be a dancer. Every audition and casting left you feeling defeated. Each director or choreographer turning you away due to your condition. Youâd had to claw your way to performing on a stage, fighting tooth and nail to just be given a chance. It was exhausting but it was worth it. Or at least you thought it was.Â
Now as you stare at yourself in the mirror, the version that stares back at you is almost unrecognizable. How could you have ended up here? This couldnât possibly be what life had in store for you, could it? Suffering for the sake of doing what you love? You could already see the way this vicious cycle was eating away at you. Cracking your soul into pieces bit by bit. You needed to get out. But only a miracle could save you at this point.Â
You shake your head, doing your best to shake the thoughts with it. You lean down, tugging the shoes off your feet, and the tights along with them. You groan as you sit back up, muscles still sore from the performance. With a small grunt, you take the last bit of your outfit off, throwing the top to one of the chairs across the room. This late in the night you know youâre one of the only people left in the building, leaving no reason for you to rush to get dressed. You pull your robe down from the corner of the vanity, sliding it onto your shoulders.Â
âThat was a lovely performance,â a voice calls out, making you jump out of your skin.
You whip around clutching your robe closed as tightly as possible.Â
A figure emerges from the shadows slowly, coming to stand a few feet in front of you.Â
In the dimly lit room, you can make out the features of a man. He easily towers over you, dressed in all black like a shadow come to life.Â
You recognize him as one of the men you tried to rob a few nights back. It takes you a second, with his appearance being a stark contrast to the man who stumbled upon you in the alleyway. Here he looks put together, black suit, hair pushed back, and expensive watch gleaming on his wrist. It's then you take notice of the insignia on his coat. The A against his heart is simple. A circle surrounding it, stitched in a darker shade of black. But the sight still makes your blood run cold.Â
Holy shit, youâd tried to rob a member of Ateez, the most powerful family in the country. As if your luck couldnât get any worse. Part of you wants to laugh at the entire situation, but the fear you feel keeps you rooted in place, scrambling for any escape.
âI didnât think ballerinas were the type for armed robbery,â he hums thoughtfully.Â
You subtly shift your hand to the side of your chair, fingers trembling as you reach under the armrest.Â
âThis is a private dressing room, you need to leave,â you say, doing your best to appear calm.Â
The man hums, reaching into his pocket. He pulls his hand out, holding it in front of him.Â
âLooking for this?â he asks.
Your heart sinks at the sight of your knife in his hand. He twirls it with ease, flicking it open to insect the blade. You press your hands into your thighs, swallowing nervously.Â
âPlease, Iâm sorry. I donât want any trouble,â your voice trembles as you stare up at him. He turns his attention back to you, taking in your fearful demeanor.Â
He smiles, making a show of closing the knife slowly. He carefully sets the knife down on the shelf beside him, being slow in his movements. You eye it suspiciously, glancing between him and the knife.
âDonât worry Iâm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk,â he says calmly.
You nod slowly, still eyeing him warily. He nods back, still keeping his distance.Â
âDo you know who I am?â he asks.Â
Of course you know. Everyone in the country knows his name along with the other seven. The rook who stands in front of you is not to be messed with.Â
âJeong Yunho,â you answer.
The way you say his name sends a bit of a thrill through him. He likes the ways it rolls off your lips.Â
âHmm so you do know my name,â he says tilting his head to the side.
You can only give him a small nod. He begins to walk around the room examining the interior as he goes. You canât help but keep your eyes trained on him. While he promised not to hurt you, youâd be stupid not to be on guard.
âDid you know who I was the other night?â he prods.Â
âNo,â you answer quickly. You were desperate, but not desperate enough to mess with him. You curse your past self for being so oblivious. He chuckles, the sounds sending a shiver down your spine.Â
âIt takes guts to step to a man twice your size like that,â he says, recalling your stupidity. He turns his sharp gaze towards you, further pinning you to your spot.Â
âBut considering I can see the way you're shaking, I think thereâs something else,â he says.
âWhat were you looking for when you came at me?âÂ
âNothing, I- I wasnât looking for anything I swear,â you say a little too quickly.Â
Yunho glances at your swollen eye, letting out a sigh. He knows youâre lying, but he canât blame you. There was no doubt he was a man to be feared, but right now he needed you to trust him.Â
âLook. I can tell youâre smart. So I know you wouldnât have just decided to mug a stranger for fun,â he says, coming to stand in front of you once again.Â
âSo what is it that you need, sweetheart?â He says softly.Â
You contemplate answering him. If he were here to hurt you, he would have done it already. He clearly wasnât the type of man to waste his time. Despite your better judgement you choose to trust him.Â
âMoney. I needed money,â you say quietly.
He tilts his head thoughtfully. The movement kind of reminds you of a puppy. If you werenât partly terrified, youâd think it looks kinda cute in a way.Â
âYou don't make enough, dancing?â he asks curiously.Â
âNo, not really,â you say, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.Â
âAnd the black eye, is that part of it?â
You freeze, looking at him in fear. Instinctively you wrap your arms around the edges of your robe, tucking it tightly against you. He notices the way you curl in on yourself. His gaze softens, offering you a sympathetic smile.Â
âIâm not here to judge you,â he says softly.Â
âTheyâre from the director,â you confess, quietly. He nods in understanding. He hesitates clearly wanting to say more. After a moment he clears his throat. Â
âMay I?â he asks, nodding towards your face.Â
You think for a moment, before giving him a small nod.
Heâs careful as he steps forward, doing his best not to startle you. He leans down, one hand coming to lean against the back of your chair. You feel goosebumps rise against your skin, as he lowers himself to be eye level with you. His other grabs your face gently, tilting your face from one side to the other. Heâs delicate with the way he handles you. Strong hand gentle as he holds your chin with his fingers.
âHe did this to you?â He asks finally, warm voice fanning across your face.Â
âYes,â you answer, scared to speak too loudly. You feel your skin grow warm the longer he scans over your face. His cologne invades your sense with the proximity, it feels intoxicating in a way you canât describe.Â
His face hardens, a look of anger flashing across his features. It scares you for a moment. But something about the look makes you want to soothe him.
âI asked for more after our last performance. He usually never aims for the face. I just wouldnât drop it,â you explain, thinking back to a few nights ago.Â
Yunho is quiet, eyes scanning over the marks carefully. A fierce need to protect you burning inside him. He canât explain it, but thereâs something drawing him to you.Thereâs something about you he just canât shake. A pull so strong, he doesnât think he could fight it if he tried. Though he doesnât think heâd want to anyways. He also takes the time to really look at you, finding you even more attractive up close. Heâs already seen your eyes, but seeing them up close and personal, he canât help but find them more alluring. After another moment of admiring you, he lets your face go, still keeping his proximity.Â
âIs it just you? Or are there others?â he asks.
âA few. Most of them quit before the first season is up. But some of us canât,â you answer.
He only nods, clearly thinking something over. The gears turn in his head quickly, looking for a solution to your problems. After a moment, you see a twinkle appear in his eye. A mischievous twinkle that excites you, if you're honest with yourself.
âWhatâs your name?â he asks, breaking the silence.
âY/n,â you say softly.
âY/nâ, he repeats.Â
The way your name drips from his lips, sends a jolt through you.Â
âWill you let me help you, Sweetheart?â he asks.Â
You donât know what it is about him, but you find yourself trusting him. How crazy it is to trust a man like him. He could hurt you, with a snap of his fingers youâd be destroyed in an instant. But he could also be your miracle. You suppose you have nothing more to lose at this point.
You give him another nod, this one determined.Â
âGood,âÂ
âCome with me,â he says, offering his hand out to you.Â
Going against every rational part of your brain, you take it. His hand is warm in yours. Something about it feels right, his larger hand holding yours ever so gently. Yunho thinks the same as he looks down at you. Heâs so used to holding weapons, things that cause pain. But your hand fits so perfectly in his. Like itâs natural, like it was made to be there. He gently pulls you up from your seat, ready to take his new found excitement into action.Â
âCome in,â a voice barks out from the door in front of you.Â
You grimace, glancing at the men behind you. Yunho stands with three of the other members of Ateez, who you were introduced to. After getting dressed, Yunho led you to the others, who all looked at you with curious gazes. From there he had explained his crazy plan to all of you. Or at least you thought it was crazy. The other three didnât even bat an eye. Jongho even looked excited, beaming at the plan laid before him.Â
Yunho looks down at you as you give him a small nod to enter. You open the door, walking inside. The other three follow you in. Mr Hak, your company director doesnât bother looking up. He continues going through the work in front of him, only pausing to take another drag of his cigarette. The door clicks shut behind the last member.Â
âWho is it?â he barks out again.
âItâs y/n, sir,â you say, eyeing the men behind you again.Â
Your boss scoffs, rolling his eyes at the sound of your voice.Â
âThis shit again. Look I already told you, you work for me got that? Everything you make comes to me. I own you. Now get out of my office before I-â he starts, voice booming in the small office.
He finally looks up, mid rant, doing a double take at the scene before him. His face goes pale at the sight of you and the four men that tower behind you. You donât blame him. The sight of them had you shaking where you stood.Â
âGentlemen, what a surprise. To-â he pauses, having enough sense to extinguish the cigarette.
He stumbles out of his chair, hastily coming to the front of his desk. He clears his throat as he does it, clumsily dropping into a deep bow.
âTo what do I owe this pleasure?â he asks nervously.Â
They take over easily, polite smiles on their faces.Â
âMr Hak, is it?â Yunho starts, eyeing the man before him.
âWe just wanted to stop by. And bring our praises for the show,â he says adding a touch of sweetness to his voice.Â
âYes, a spectacular performance indeed,â Jongho says, clapping his hands together.Â
âThank you, we do our best,â Mr Hak says, sounding far too prideful. The response makes you roll your eyes.Â
Jongho hums, eyes sharp as he watches Mr. Hak.Â
âOf course. And thatâs why weâre glad to be buying it off of you,â he says casually.Â
You do your best to hide the smug grin at the way your boss reacts.Â
âBuying?â he asks, clearly confused.
âYes the theater, the shows, the performers. All of it.Â
âWhile I appreciate the offer, it's not for sale,â he chuckles.Â
âNonsense,â San says, stepping forward.Â
He stalks towards Mr. Hakâs desk. Confidence leaking through each of his strides.Â
âI think youâll find weâve arranged a rather gracious deal, isnât that right Mingi?â he states, glancing over at the taller member. Mingi hums in agreement, coming to stand next to San. Similar to Yunho, he towers over everyone with ease. The closer he gets, the more Mr. Hak shrinks in his spot. With the four in front of him heâs easily surrounded. Like an animal cornered.Â
âWe have, but if you feel as though it needs some rearranging we could always have Hongjoong Hyung stop by. Iâm sure he can squeeze in a few moments with his busy schedule,â his voice calm, but the implication clear.Â
You swear you see your bossâ heart stop as his eyes go wide. He lets out a nervous laugh, quickly waving his hands in front of him.Â
âThat wonât be necessary,â he says quickly.Â
Smart choice, you think to yourself. Even an asshole like him wouldnât be stupid enough to go against what the men behind you ask. Especially Kim Hongjoong of all people. There was no dealing with Kim Hongjoong. Youâd heard the stories of those he visited, none had ever lived to tell of their exchange. That thought sends a shiver of fear through you.Â
âGood, then we have a deal,â Jongho says, clearly ending the conversation.Â
âOur men will escort you out,â he says, snapping his fingers. The door opens once again. Two guards walk in calmly, looking to the trio for orders.Â
âSee to it that Mr. Hak collects all his belongings,â San orders, no longer smiling.Â
âHe should have no need to return to this building after tonight,â Yunho adds, throwing a pointed look at your ex-boss. Â
The guards nod, moving towards your Mr.Hak quickly. With orders in place, the others begin to file out of the room.Â
âPleasure doing business with you,â Jongho calls out over his shoulder, continuing to walk out without a second glance.Â
Yunho sets his hand on your shoulder, nodding towards the door. You follow him and the others out of the room. You glance back to see Mr. Hak warily eyeing the guards. You continue watching until the door to the office closes behind you.Â
The members continue walking down out into the foyer of the theater, .leading you outside
âSo youâre really buying the theater?,â you ask, breaking the silence.Â
Jongho shugs, glancing up at the bright sign above the building. He has a soft glance in his eye as he eyes the theater appreciatively.
âI practically come here every other week, it was bound to happen eventually,â he says, waving his hand dismissively.Â
âWill you close it?,â you ask warily.
âOf course not,â he chuckles.Â
âAnd the other performers?,â you probe, Minji crossing your mind along with all the others,Â
âTheyâre jobs are safe, they will have the choice to stay or seek employment elsewhere. But no one will be forced to leave, you have our word,â Yunho says, soothing your worries.Â
You nod, letting out a shaky exhale. For the first time in months things were looking up for you. You were free of Mr. Hak, and you could continue to do what you love without being miserable.Â
âI canât possibly thank you enough,â you say, emotion creeping into your voice.Â
You bow to them, taking a moment to wipe at the tears building in your eyes. The four smile at you, being unable to find you anything but adorable.Â
âWe're not as scary as we look,â San says, throwing his arm around you in a friendly manner. âWell except maybe Mingi,â he says, glancing at the taller man. Mingi glares, reaching over to swat at him. San ducks out of the way, moving between Yunho and Jongho.Â
The action causes you to giggle. Maybe they were right about not being as scary as they look. Something about their presence felt comforting. Part of you wished you could get to know them a little more. Â
âSo I guess this is goodbye then?â you ask somewhat disappointed.
âWell we do own the theater now, so weâll be seeing you around,â Yunho says a little too quickly. You donât notice the way his ears grow red at his mini outburst. The others do. Each of them giving each other knowing glances as they slowly make their way further down the street. Yunho mentally facepalms, knowing heâs never going to hear the end of this later. The next moment makes it worth it however. Â
You laugh, the twinkling sound making Yunhoâs heart race in his chest. God was he screwed.Â
âI suppose thatâs true,â you hum in agreement, a knowing look in your eyes. Something about seeing the tall man bush had the butterflies fluttering even harder in your stomach.Â
âSo Iâll see you around?â he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
âI look forward to it,â you say, smiling brightly. With that you turn and walk down the street. You offer goodbyes to the others, before making your way across the street, an extra skip in your step. Yunho watches you go, content to watch you leave. Something telling him the adrenaline he feels is here to stay.
#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#atz x reader#ateez au#atz scenarios#atz imagines#atz fanfic#atz fic#atz au#âđŒ#writing
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abscence of you â
pairing : bf!jaehyun x gn!reader
summary : you and jaehyun are caught between love and personal needs. you both watch as your relationship slips away, knowing they could never give eachother what they needed the most.
genre / warnings : angst, swearing (1 f-word), reader is lwk a red flag, maybe more
a/n : I LOVE BOYNEXTDOOR AND GRENTPEREZ ! also i rewrote this like two times cuz i was unhappy and still kinda am but i hope u guys enjoy ! (lmk if u want more cuz i like writing angst)
currently playing : absence of you - grentperez
â not proof read â wc : 1.1k â
you are always busy with making music but jaehyun never minded it because itâs your passion and he found it cute that you put your efforts into something you both like. he hasnât seen you in a while thought and he really started to miss you so be wanted to surprise you at your apartment.
jaehyun opened the door quietly, not wanting to disturb you, knowing you are probably working on something. he made sure to get ramen that isnât that spicy and has some mushrooms because itâs the way he likes it but also gets your favorite. he leaves the takeout on the table and sees you typing on the laptop.
âi got your favorite, letâs eat,â he says with happiness, finally getting to see you after a while. he approaches you and gives you a back hug.
âthanks, give me five minutes to finish this,â you say, not taking your eyes off the screen.
he only nods, moving to the table and unpacking the food and set up the table for the both of you. eventually, ten minutes pass and he just watches you work.
âare you going to eat before the food gets cold?â he asks gently, trying to remind you.
you glance at the clock, âoh, shoot. sorry, i lost track of time,â you reply, getting up and taking your seat at the table.
jaehyun begins to eat and you are about to start before your phone starts buzzing. you pick up the phone and start answering texts and he just watches.
âdo you ever just stop?â he asks gently again. bothered, but not wanting to cause trouble.
you look up from your phone, which is now facedown on the table, and frowns slightly, âwhat is that supposed to mean?â you asks.
âforget it.â he pushes it off.
â
after that, you guys donât see eachother for a while due to your conflicting schedules. whenever you could spare some time, he would be working on his songs. whenever he would be free, you would be busy with songs of your own.
the next time you would both see eachother is when you went on a hangout with your friends. they wanted to invite jaehyun so they asked if he wanted to join and he accepted.
you picked him up from his place and they all meet up at your place. it starts off as awkward before sungho, being the oldest hyung, wants to break the ice and asks a question to the couple.
âso whatâs the next for you two? moving in together? engagement?â he asks lightheartedly, the last questions were in a more joking manner.
he replies half jokingly, rolling his eyes, âif i can ever get them to take a break from producing music on soundcloud.â
you laugh awkwardly, âwhat? i like where we are now. thereâs no rushâ
and the silence came back, as if nothing ever happened. but something did happen, tension increasing and sungho started to feel awkward.
his smile falters and he chugs the rest of his drink, not wanting to push the answer out of you.
later, you give jaehyun a ride home and the tension continues to seep into him but he decides to break it.
âyou didnât have to laugh it off like thatâŠâ jaehyun comments hesitantly.
âwhat are you talking about?â you ask, confused.
âthe future, us. do you think about it?â he clarifies.
âof course, but iâm just⊠not ready for anything long term. thereâs still so much i wanna doâ
âyeah, and i guess iâm not a part of itâ he murmurs to himself.
âhey thats not fair. im trying to build something for myself. that doesnt mean i donât think about usâ you answer. you sound somewhat annoyed at the constant comments from him.
âof course you think of us,â he says sarcastically.
âi donât have time for thisâ you roll your eyes.
âyou donât have time for me, you meanâ he says, raising his voice slightly.
âi didnât ask you to comeâ you exclaim, matching his energy.
âjesus fucking christ y/n, iâm sorry i wanted to see my partner after a long day of promotions. iâll just schedule an appointment next time.â he says sarcastically, throwing his arms up.
just as he says that, you stop the car as you guys are in front of his house. he undoes his buckle and gets out of your car, not wanting to deal with more of you for today.
days later, jaehyun hasnât reached out, and neither has you. both being consumed by their own thoughts.
jaehyun replays their argument, torn between guilt and frustration. he wonders if heâs asking for too much or if you love him as much as he does you.
you try to focus on your work but feels a hollow ache whenever you check your phone and find no messages from jaehyun. you wonder if heâs tired of you completely.
jaehyun decides to stop by your place to talk. he just wants to communicate how he feels. when he arrives, he sees you on a video call with your team, all animated and smiling. he watches you through the party opened door, realizing how vibrant and alive you seem in your own world.
you spot him and quickly end the call knowing your team would understand. you open the door, your smile fading as you see the look on his face.
jaehyun looks at you with a weak smile, âyouâre amazing, you know that?â
âwhat?â you reply, confused with where heâs taking this.
âyouâre incredible at what you do, i justâŠâ
he pauses.
âdonât think thereâs space for me in your life.â
you sit there. letting the words sink in.
you shake your head, âthatâs not true jaehyun, iâve always wanted you with me.â you say, gripping onto his hands, eyes starting to water.
âbut not enough to make me feel like i belong.â he says. finally being able to confess his feelings.
they both sit in silence. neither knowing what to say. finally, jaehyun breaks it.
âi love you, y/n. but i need more than thisâŠâ
jaehyun walks away, not wanting to turn back, leaving you stunned with tears streaming down involentarily. itâs not like you were sobbing, but god damn did you wanna crawl up and just cry. but your breath hitched, refusing to cry further
in the quiet of your apartment, you whisper his name into the empty air, knowing it was the closest youâd ever get to having him back.
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Been hiding in your walls for a while but
Bros can i ask for a forehead kiss from your softest men
This week has been đ« đđđ© and its only MONDAY
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Ëâș. â all is well . . . â :Â
ïč multi monster boyfriends x gn reader ïč.đč Ę
. . . various monster males x gn reader !! đ : ïč mercenary  Ë grim reaperÂ Ë poetÂ Ë hero characters ïč
they give you a little forehead kissÂ
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ïč alessio 781. ïč. . . !! đ : soft lips brush against your forehead, while a pair of gentle hands reach down to your waist and hold onto it. the warmth of his body presses up against yours as you are enveloped in a hug.
ârough week amore?â he croons in a whisper, smiling against your forehead while he gives your scalp a gentle massage.
as his lips press to your forehead, he sighs softly and rocks you from side to side in the comforting hug.
âlet me take care of you. we can get something to eat, or drink. anything youâd like.â
ê° mercenaryÂ Ë antiheroÂ Ë immortalÂ Ë punkgoth character ê±
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ïč rishen 781. ïč. . . !! đ : immediately, his hands lay the work that previously were in his hands. documents scattered on the desk as usual. while he makes his way over to you to take a soft and careful hold of your jaw with both of his soft hands.
his eyelashes flutter softly. maroon eyes crinkling with a soothing happiness that leaves your limbs easing and finally resting.
âyou donât even have to ask cariño.â he chuckles softly, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. warm and enough to make you fall into his hug some more.
âi got you.â
ê° heroÂ Ë moth-spider-mantis hybridÂ Ë preppy nerd character ê±
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ïč talisen 781. ïč. . . !! đ : long fingers stroke along your cheek and then trace their index down the side of your neck. the small crease in his brows mimic the light curl of his lips.
âoh. . . oh my darling,â the iciness of his hand cups the small of your back. talisen pulls you close and the frost meet your forehead soon after. the hand slips up and caresses the back of your head to ease it into his shoulder.
âconfide in me. may I make your worries no more.â
ê° grim reaperÂ Â Ë nagaÂ Â Ë poet character ê±
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ïč jĂŹngyĂ 9948e. ïč. . . !! đ : within a matter of seconds, the feel of soft lips press to your forehead. then again. and again. and again.
two your cheeks. one to your chin. your nose. and one more to your head for good measure.
a puppy-eyed look takes on those big maroon hues of his. his lips pull into a pout while two large hands take your face between them.
âno sad, please?â his deep croon couples with yet another kiss to your head. âlet us go for ice cream!â
ê° grim reaperÂ Ë angel-in-training character ê±
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ïč rishen 9948e. ïč. . . !! đ : the feel of softness is not the first to grace your presence, but the engulf of warmth and velvet-like comfort. his wings find their way around you in a matter of seconds.
his lips meet your forehead. delicate hands that litter with jewellery cup beneath your jaw. his thumbs press up into your flesh and circle soothing motions.
âstay with me for a bit, mi amanecer.â one of his hands finds refuge at the center of your spine and then slowly trails down to the swell.
ê° angel character ê±
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ïč orion. ïč. . . !! đ : a set of 3 wings would wrap around you slowly, while arms pull you closer to the angel you had asked to give you a little forehead smooch.
for an abyssal inhabitant. he was warmer than most. you felt it especially when his lips moved to your forehead and stayed there for a few minutes. a long, healing and soothing forehead kiss.
you know he never spoke much, you received a hum and a smile. while a hand rubbed circles into your back. and that was enough.
ê° abyssal angel ê±
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đČ !25 Days of Blockmas! đČ
The holiday spirit is almost upon us! Starting December 1st, please enjoy this little board of activities Iâve cooked up for the MC:SM community. Blockmas features a handful of fun ways to partake in the fandom along with festive drawing prompts scattered in. Please note everything is optional and you do not have to complete every day to partake! Feel free to use the #25 Days of Blockmas tag so I can see your posts! Have fun and happy holidays!
âïžDay 1: Snow Day!
Toss characters into a nice chilly landscape, snowball fight, or the Icy Palace of Despair. Or perhaps just give them a nice cup of cocoa. ^^
Day 2: Scribble challenge!
Pick a character to draw using only one line. Once you lift your pen off the paper, that concludes the one line! (Feel free to color underneath the scribble!)
Day 3: Secret Admirer!
Slip an ask into the inboxes of your favorite creators and tell them how much their work means to you! Remind your beloved artists why they bring you comfort or inspiration, tell the writers how much their stories made you laugh or cry, etc.
âïžDay 4: Winter Clothes!
Wrap a character in a nice, snug sweater, puffy coat, scarf, or other festive apparel!
Day 5: Storytime!
Grab your blanket and start reading a fic youâve been wanting to try for a while.
Day 6: The Good, âOl DaysâŠ
Vibe and watch a playthrough of your favorite episodes of Minecraft: Story Mode. Alternatively, play the game yourself!
âïžDay 7: Ice Scream!
Turn a character into one of those cursed ice cream treatsâŠ
Day 8: AU Appreciation!
Send an ask to a creator about an AU theyâve crafted. You never know what may help them develop the story!
Day 9: Why is this here?
Slip some memes into a mutualâs inbox. Or many mutualsâ inboxes⊠Or a strangerâs inbox!
âïžDay 10: Free Space!
Day 11: The Pen is MightierâŠ
Write a festive snippet about the holidays anywhere in the game! (Beacontown, Sky City, The Underneath, etc!)
Day 12: Kind Comments!
Leave appreciation on a few fanfics of your choice! Tell the authors how much they mean to you ^^
âïžDay 13: CozyâŠ
Time to keep warm during the snowstorm outside. Snuggle up in a blanket, sip some cocoa, or stay close to the fireplace!
Day 14: They would NOT say thatâ
Have fun with incorrect quotes or draw over images!
Day 15: Repetition!
Repeat any day of your choice or try one from the remaining list!
âïžDay 16: Gift Giving!
Share the holiday spirit with a few fun presents!
Day 17: Time Machine!
Revisit one of your favorite fics to enjoy the tale all over again.
Day 18: Classic Minecraft!
Have fun mining and crafting! Perhaps play with friendsâ
âïžDay 19: Ugh, Fine. <3
Give one of your least favorite characters appreciation. (It doesnât have to be a lot. Just a small doodle will suffice.)
Day 20: Well-Deserved Break! Take a rest. The coming days will be rather artsy so get your pencils ready!
âïžDay 21: OC appreciation!
âïžDay 22: AU art!
âïžDay 23: Doodle a scene from a fic you enjoy!
âïžDay 24: Your choice!
^ For the prompts above, you may use OCs/AUs that belong to others!
đČDay 25: Recap!
Sit back, relax and take a look at all you accomplished! Enjoy your holidays! If you would like, use this day as another optional Free Space!
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The depressed teen to enthusiastic adult pipeline is far too real
#now I'm the happy go lucky adult inviting my depression teen cousins to go bowling and cheer them up#now I'm the one saying shit like âlife ain't worth it kiddo. You just have fun and fuck everyone else.â#I just have to resist the urge to be overbearing and give them their space#Must. Resist.#It's so damn hard I love them so much I wanna hug them and buy them ice cream#But no you need to give teens the respect of adults so they may grow healthy#Even if in your eyes they still appear like your toddler niece#They do properly want ice cream#But I must ask them like adults yes I must offer it not force it#and never take rejection to heart around teens. They're still new. give em some leeway#and if you're not their parent then don't police them#Stayed up all night? Hell yeah that's wicked lil dude#Stole a sip from your dad's energy drink? wooo we have a rebel on our hands#stole from a shop?? ehh that's not cool buddy. Let's return and give em the money it's fine it's not the end of the world#They make require the respect of adults but remember they're still as impressionable as toddlers#Whether you like it or not they will observe and learn from your actions and words#So set a good example because they're new and still learning how the world works and most importantly how they themselves work#â§other#i mean i am still depressed#just learned to adapt and take happiness where I can#And care less in general about what people think
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i've always been a crier. always. i don't remember if it bothered juno, if he found it annoying.
#ic#dad sure did. he wasn't happy about having a pussy for a son.#i'll give you something to cry about.#not like i want to be crying. it just happens.#my capacity for feeling is low. everything just leaks out.#i used to get made fun of at school for it.#classmates would wind me up to make me cry on purpose.#i'd try to hide in my room and paul would follow me. grab my face like he could smack the tears out of me.#he couldn't.#janey never cried. except for when he died.
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brain is so silly bc I'm thinking "i wish Guz had cold hands so when I'm stressed he could cup my face and it'd soothe the itchiness I get when I start scratching at myself from the stress" and then I realized wait he's a fictional character. I could just say he has cold hands if I wanted. but he DOESN'T, i just KNOW that man is a heater !!! he will get me overheated so easily and that is simply something i am happy to put up with because i love him !!!!
#my temperature regulation is very bad but luckily i am more often cold than overheated so fjfkdl#it'd work out most of the time! but sometimes... he runs too hot and i will suffocate if he is physically affectionate DBDJKL#but thats okay bc i love him and am more than happy to deal with any overheating bc I like him sooooo much :3#but yeah idk my body hates me and loves to give me an overload of histamines when im anxious apparently LOL#thus... stress itchiness. rest in peace my skin ïżœïżœïżœđ#anyways we're having a garage sale today and i am physically unwell with nausea and very itchy#trying not to make my skin and face all red and welted (from scratching) but goodness gracious i am being tested fhfkdl#and a pair of cold hands on my face other than my own cold hands would do wonders... ougghhhh#Wardell definitely has cold hands and i think ... hmm. idk who else would#Philby sometimes would but not super often and Theodor might occasionally when he's feeling under the weather#me just making shit up right now DBDJDKL#im 50/50 on whether my beloved janitor has cold hands or not. cannot decide!#and not to be cheesy but I think Sun and Moon would be able to cool their hands like an ice pack bc theyre a daycare bot#i never talk abt them bc I feel a little silly abt them but i do very much like the silly robots LOL#ANYWAYS. RAMBLE OVER. i have to go eat some food and then hopefully avoid helping too much w manning the garage sale đ#đso good at being in trouble#dandy.cmd
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bestie is coming home on 1st im having thoughts
#obviously i missed her and would love to see her but seeing her brings so many complicated feelings and i hate it#i realised somewhere in the middle of a metro surrounded by a crowd that my bestfriend loves her boyfriend more than she loves me#i saw them flirt and hug and ive known her since we were 11 okay i had never seen her be so happy and calm and peaceful and CONTENT#and it made me feel yuck disgusting gross that i could never give her anything like this in years of our friendship so ofc she loves him#more than me#i used to be annoyed at her telling me about him what he did down to evey detail but there's one i can remember really well#how she was upset with him and he got angry too very angry so she thought he was breaking up with her and she started sobbing so#uncontrollably on the phone itself because she couldn't lose him and so he at like 11 pm?? he left his pg and showed up at her house told#her to come down just to give her a hug and then they went to have ice cream to make her feel better#and i just.#obviously she loves him more ivy you don't even talk to her unless she talks to you you talk once in like 2 months#she has made me realise so many things about love đ#i think i get it love means showing up being there when the person you love needs you no matter what#like i get it's not always possible real life problems but#like he did have real life problems going out so late getting an auto not even being sure if she would come down cause she has very strict#parents#he was willing to put in all that effort just cause she was sad and that's why she loves him more than me it makes sense#but this is why i feel so scared im not even 2% of the person he is i always feel she is going to realise im an asshole and leave me#but we talk so less it wouldn't even affect me realistically#but then i would have lost all my childhood friends everyone who knew me when i was happy better than present atleast#i would have lost all friends period since i don't have any irl friends đ#this is why i feel conflicted đđđ
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I think weâre at a stalemate after that text which tbh is better than I tweet and then he tweets about being annoyed
#and me and Lucy chatted when she fronted :) I was wrong about her age itâs 13#for those not caught up she is said friendâs alter (one of many) and I think sheâs the second youngest? Iâm bad about forgetting their ages#I have work tomorrow so honestly I hope things are chill but then again work is now a good distraction#even if I have weird ass nightmares about it#it was so strange yâall like I was being held hostage to work there?? which doesnât reflect how I feel about that place at all idk#anyway in happy news itâs me and my bfâs 2 months c:#heâs been busy setting up a PokĂ©mon gym circuit hehe Iâm learning more about competitive battling so I can be a challenger!!#thereâs a gym leader for each type and then the elite four and a champion! heâs the ice gym leader c:#his team is really good hehe and Iâm getting better! idk if I can beat his team for a while but Iâve gotten him down to 2 before so >:)#itâs very fun but heâs balancing that on top of college so I just hope he doesnât get too stressed#heâs been having welding classes hehe I keep forgetting the exact name of his major but itâs a type of engineering Iâm pretty sure#my memory is so weird man some things just never stick#anyway just wanted to give a last update of the day for those who are following this#I wonder if Iâll still be him and his bfâs friend in a weeks time lol#but yeah I sleep now thank you to everyone who has been sending their input it really means a lot#because itâs always hard for me to tell if Iâm ever actually justified in my feelings ever since some real shitty ex friends#which this year will be six years free of them!!#hope everyone who sees this gets some great rest and has a great day/night
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this day has been absolute ass
#i had a really bad gut feeling through this morning#and then come afternoon i learn about the schaffrillas stuff#like that shit gutted me....#i'm also having cramps#my professor cancelled class tonight because of the ice storm. i should be happy but like...i'm just in a sour mood#then to top it all off i hear my dad in the next room ranting about how tyre nichols 'would still be alive if he complied'#my dad is a piece of shit bootlicker cop who's also a transphobic and homophobic pig.#and yet he loves me. and i struggle to love him sometimes.#like yeah he provides for me and cares for me. but good lord he has shitty opinions.#when i heard him saying those things i wanted to burst out of my room. i had such vile words i wanted to say but i kept it in.#instead i let it out with hysterical crying in my room. which i guess is better than verbally attacking my dad.#i'm lucky to have two married parents that love me and my sister. that is exceptionally rare today. i don't have a single IRL friend with#married parents in a stable relationship.#so i'm grateful.#i just get so sad and empty inside when i see folks online talking about their parents who are accepting and progressive.#like yeah. i'm happy for you. i just wish i had that y'know.#i don't plan to have kids. but if i end up changing my mind i'm going to give to them what my parents never gave to me.#vent#rant#personal
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 57
Chapter Highlights (most of the chapter is the highlight lol)
An hour before dawn, the keep and two armies beyond it were stirring.
Rowan had barely slept, and instead lain awake beside Aelin, listening to her breathing.
That the rest of them slumbered soundly was testament to their exhaustion, though Lorcan had not found them again. Rowan was willing to bet it was by choice.
It was not fear or anticipation of battle that had kept Rowan upâno, he'd slept well enough during other wars. But rather the fact that his mind would not stop looping him from thought to thought to thought.
He'd seen the numbers camped outside.
Valg, human men loyal to Erawan, some fell beasts, yet nothing like the ilken or the
Wyrdhounds, or even the witches.
Aelin could wipe them away before the sun had fully risen. A few blasts of her power, and that army would be gone.
Yet she had not presented it as an option in their planning last night.
He'd seen the hope shining in the eyes of the people in the keep, the awe of the children as she'd passed. The Fire-Bringer, they'd whispered. Aelin of the Wildfire.
How soon would that awe and hope crumble today when not a spark of that fire was unleashed? How soon would the men's fear turn rank when the Queen of Terrasen did not wipe away Morath's legions?
He hadn't been able to ask her. Had told himself to, had roared at himself to ask these past few weeks, when even their training hadn't summoned an ember.
But he couldn't bring himself to demand why she wouldn't or couldn't use her power, why they had seen or felt nothing of it after those initial few days of freedom. Couldn't ask what Maeve and Cairn had done to possibly make her fear or hate her magic enough that she didn't touch it.
Worry and dread gnawing at him, Rowan slipped from the room, the din of preparations greeting him the moment he entered the hall. A heartbeat later, the door opened behind him, and steps fell into sync with his own, along with a familiar, wicked scent.
"They burned her."
Rowan glanced sidelong at Fenrys. "What?" But Fenrys nodded to a passing healer.
"Cairnâand Maeve, through her orders."
"Why are you telling me this?" Fenrys, blood oath or no, what he'd done for Aelin or no, was not privy to these matters. No, it was between him and his mate, and no one else.
Fenrys threw him a grin that didn't meet his eyes. "You were staring at her half the night. I could see it on your face. You're all thinking itâwhy doesn't she just burn the enemy to hell?" Rowan aimed for the washing station down the hall. A few soldiers and healers stood along the metal trough, scrubbing their faces to shake the sleep or nerves.
Fenrys said, "He put her in those metal gauntlets. And one time, he heated them over an open brazier. ThereâŠ" He stumbled for words, and Rowan could barely breathe. "It took the healers two weeks to fix what he did to her hands and wrists. And when she woke up, there was nothing but healed skin. She couldn't tell what had been done and what was a nightmare." Rowan reached for one of the ewers that some of the children refilled every few moments and dumped it over his head. Icy water bit into his skin, drowning out the roaring in his ears.
"Cairn did many things like that." Fenrys took up a ewer himself, and splashed some into his hands before rubbing them over his face.
Rowan's hands shook as he watched the water funnel toward the basin set beneath the trough.
"Your claiming marks, though." Fenrys wiped his face again. "No matter what they did to her, they remained. Longer than any other scar, they stayed."
Yet her neck had been smooth when he'd found her.
Reading that thought, Fenrys said, "The last time they healed her, right before she escaped. That's when they vanished. When Maeve told her that you had gone to Terrasen."
The words hit like a blow. When she had lost hope that he was coming for her. Even the greatest healers in the world hadn't been able to take that from her until then.
Rowan wiped his face on the arm of his jacket. "Why are you telling me this?" he repeated.
Fenrys rose from the trough, drying his face with the same lack of ceremony. "So you can stop wondering what happened. Focus on something else today." The warrior kept pace beside him as they headed for where they'd been told a meager breakfast would be laid out.
"And let her come to you when she's ready."
"She's my mate," Rowan growled. "You think I don't know that?" Fenrys could shove his snout into someone else's business.
Fenrys held up his hands. "You can be brutal, when you want something."
"I'd never force her to tell me anything she wasn't ready to say." It had been their bargain from the start. Part of why he'd fallen in love with her.
He should have known then, during those days in Mistward, when he found himself sharing parts of himself, his history, that he'd never told anyone. When he found himself needing to tell her, in fragments and pieces, yes, but he'd wanted her to know. And Aelin had wanted to hear it. All of it.
They discovered Aelin and Elide already at the buffet table, grim-faced as they plucked up pieces of bread and cheese and dried fruit. No sign of Gavriel or Lorcan.
Rowan came up behind his mate and pressed a kiss to her neck. Right to where his new claiming marks lay.
She hummed, and offered him a bite of the bread she'd already dug into while gathering the rest of her food. He obliged, the bread thick and hearty, then said, "You were asleep when I left a few minutes ago, yet you somehow beat me to the breakfast table." Another kiss to her neck. "Why am I not surprised?"
Elide laughed beside Aelin, piling food onto her own plate. Aelin only elbowed him as he fell into line beside her.
The four of them ate quickly, refilled their waterskins at the fountain in an interior courtyard, and set about finding armor. There was little on the upper levels that was fit for wearing, so they descended into the keep, deeper and deeper, until they came across a locked room.
"Should we, or is it rude?" Aelin mused, peering at the wooden door.
Rowan sent a spear of his wind aiming for the lock and splintered it apart. "Looks like it was already open when we got here," he said mildly.
Aelin gave him a wicked grin, and Fenrys pulled a torch off its bracket in the narrow stone hallway to illuminate the room beyond.
"Well, now we know why the rest of the keep is a piece of shit," Aelin said, surveying the trove. "He's kept all the gold and fun things down here."
Indeed, his mate's idea of fun things was the same as Rowan's: armor and swords, spears and ancient maces.
"He couldn't have distributed this?" Elide frowned at the racks of swords and daggers.
"It's all heirlooms," said Fenrys, approaching one such rack and studying the hilt of a sword. "Ancient, but still good. Really good," he added, pulling a blade from its sheath.
He glanced at Rowan. "This was forged by an Asterion blacksmith."
"From a different age," Rowan mused, marveling at the flawless blade, its impeccable condition. "When Fae were not so feared."
"Are we just going to take it? Without even Chaol's permission?" Elide chewed on her lip.
Aelin snickered. "Let's consider ourselves swords-for-hire. And as such, we have fees that need to be paid." She hefted a round, golden shield, its edges beautifully engraved with a motif of waves. Also Asterion-made, judging by the craftsmanship. Likely for the Lord of Anielleâ the Lord of the Silver Lake. "So, we'll take what we're owed for today's battle, and spare His Lordship the task of having to come down here himself."
Gods, he loved her.
Fenrys winked at Elide. "I won't tell if you don't, Lady."
Elide blushed, then waved them onward. "Collect your earnings, then."
Rowan did. He and Fenrys found armor that could fit themâin certain areas. They had to forgo the entire suit, but took pieces to enforce their shoulders, forearms, and shins. Rowan had just finished strapping greaves on his legs when Fenrys said, "We should bring some of this up for Lorcan and Gavriel."
Indeed they should. Rowan eyed other pieces, and began collecting extra daggers and blades, then sections from another suit that might fit Lorcan, Fenrys doing the same for Gavriel.
"You must charge a great deal for your services," Elide muttered. Even while the Lady of Perranth tied a few daggers to her own belt.
"I need some way to pay for my expensive tastes, don't I?" Aelin drawled, weighing a dagger in her hands.
But she hadn't donned any armor yet, and when Rowan gave her an inquiring glance, Aelin jerked her chin toward him. "Head upstairs-track down Lorcan and Gavriel. I'll find you soon."
Her face was unreadable for once. Perhaps she wanted a moment alone before battle. And when Rowan tried to find any words in her eyes, Aelin turned toward the shield she'd claimed. As if contemplating it.
So Rowan and Fenrys headed upstairs, Elide helping to haul their stolen gear. No one stopped them. Not with the sky turning to gray, and soldiers rushing to their positions on the battlements.
Rowan and Fenrys didn't have far to go.
They'd be stationed by the gates at the lower level, where the battering rams might come flying through if Morath got desperate enough.
On the level above them, Chaol sat astride his magnificent black horse, the mare's breath curling from her nostrils. Rowan lifted a hand in greeting, and Chaol saluted back before gazing toward the enemy army.
The khaganate would make the first maneuver, the initial push to get Morath moving.
"I always forget how much I hate this part," Fenrys muttered. "The waiting before it begins."
Rowan grunted his agreement.
Gavriel prowled up to them, Lorcan a dark storm behind him. Rowan wordlessly handed the latter the armor he'd gathered. "Courtesy of the Lord of Anielle." Lorcan gave him a look that said he knew Rowan was full of shit, but began efficiently donning the armor, Gavriel doing the same.
Whether the soldiers around them marked that armor, whether Chaol recognized it, no one said a word.
"Ready now," Chaol called out to the men of his keep.
This would be itâtoday. Whether that hope remained or fractured.
Already, the awakening sky revealed two siege towers being hauled toward them. Right to the wall. Far closer than Rowan had last noted when flying overhead last night. Morath, it seemed, had not been sleeping, either.
The ruks would remain back with their own army, driving Morath to the keep. To be picked off here, one by one.
"We have minutes until that first tower makes contact with the wall," Gavriel observed. A scan of the battlements, the soldiers atop them, revealed no sign of Aelin. Lorcan indeed muttered, "Someone better tell her to stop primping and get here." Rowan snarled in warning.
"Archers!" Chaol's bellow rang out. Behind them, down the battlements, bows groaned. Fenrys unslung the bow across his back and nocked an arrow into place.
Rowan kept his own bow strapped across his back, the quiver untouched, Gavriel and Lorcan doing the same. No need to waste them on a few soldiers when their aim might be needed with far worse targets later in the day.
But one of them had to be noted felling soldiers. For whatever it would do to rally their spirits. And Fenrys, as fine an archer as Rowan, he'd admit, would do just fine.
Rowan followed the line of Fenrys's arrowhead to where he'd marked one of the bearers of a siege ladder. "Make it impressive," he muttered.
"Mind your own business," Fenrys muttered back, tracking his target with the tip of his arrow as he awaited Chaol's order.
If Aelin didn't arrive within another moment, he'd have to leave the battlements to find her. What in hell had held her up?
Lorcan drew his ancient blade, which Rowan had witnessed felling soldiers in kingdoms far from here, in wars far longer than this one. "They'll head for the gates when that siege tower docks," Lorcan said, glancing from the battlements to the gate a level below, the small bastion of men in front of it. Trees had been felled to prop up the metal doors, but should a solid enough group of enemy soldiers swarm it, they might get those supports and the heavy locks down within minutes. And open the gates to the hordes beyond
"We don't let them get that far," Rowan said, eyeing up the massive tower lumbering closer. Soldiers teemed behind it, waiting to scale its interior. "Chaol brought the tower down the other day without our help. It can happen again."
"Volley!" Chaol's roar echoed off the stones, and arrows sang.
Like a swarm of locusts, they swept upon the soldiers marching below. Fenrys's arrow found its mark with lethal precision.
Within a heartbeat, another was on its tail. A second soldier at the siege ladder fell.
Where the hell was Aelinâ
Morath didn't halt. Marched right over the soldiers who fell on their front lines.
The pulse of human fear down the battlements rippled against his skin. The cadre would have to strike fast, and strike well, to shake it away.
The siege tower lumbered closer. One glance from Rowan had him and his friends moving toward the spot it would now undeniably strike upon the battlements. Close enough to the stairs down to the gate. Morath had chosen the location well.
Some of the soldiers they passed were praying, a shuddering push of words into the frigid morning air.
Lorcan said to one of them, "Save your breath for the battle, not the gods."
Rowan shot him a look, but the man, gaping at Lorcan, quieted.
Chaol ordered another volley, and arrows flew, Fenrys firing as he walked. As if he were barely bothered.
Still, the whispered prayers continued down the line, swords shaking along with them.
Up by Chaol, the soldiers held firm, faces solid.
But here, on this level of the battlements ... those faces were pale. Wide-eyed.
"Someone better say something inspiring," Fenrys said through gritted teeth, firing another arrow. "Or these men are going to piss themselves in a minute."
For a minute was all they had left, as the first siege tower inched closer.
"You've got the pretty face," Lorcan retorted. "You'd do a better job of it."
"It's too late for speeches," Rowan cut in before Fenrys could reply. "Better to show them what we can do."
Rowan steadied his breathing, readying his magic to rip through Valg lungs. He'd fell a few with his blades first. To show how easily it could be done, that Morath was desperate and victory would be near. The magic would come later.
The siege tower groaned as it slowed to a stop.
Just as the wall under them shuddered at its impact, Fenrys whispered, "Holy gods."
Not at the bridge that snapped down, soldiers teeming in the dark depths inside.
But at who emerged from the keep archway behind them. What emerged.
Rowan didn't know where to look. At the soldiers pouring out of the siege tower, leaping onto the battlements, or at Aelin.
At the Queen of Terrasen.
She'd found armor below the keep. Beautiful, pale gold armor that gleamed like a summer dawn. Holding back her braided hair, a diadem lay flush against her head. Not a diadem, but a piece of armor. Part of some ancient set for a lady long since buried.
A crown for war, a crown to wear into battle. A crown to lead armies.
There was no fear on her face, no doubt, as Aelin hefted her shield, flipping Goldryn in her hand once before the first of Morath's soldiers was upon her.
A swift, upward strike cleaved the Morath grunt from navel to chin. His black blood sprayed, but she was already moving, flowing like a stream around a rock.
Rowan launched into movement, his blades finding their marks, but still he watched her.
Aelin slammed her shield against an oncoming warrior, Goldryn slicing through another before she plunged the blade into the soldier she'd deflected.
She did it again, and again.
All while heading toward that siege tower. Unhindered. Unleashed.
A call went down the line. The queen has come.
Soldiers waiting their turn whirled toward them. Aelin took on three Valg soldiers and left them dying on the stones.
She planted her line before the gaping maw of that siege tower, right in the path of those teeming hordes. Every moment of the training she'd done on the ship here, on the road, every new blister and callusâall to rebuild herself for this.
The queen has come.
Goldryn unfaltering, her shield an extension of her arm, Aelin glowed like the sun that now broke over the khagan's army as she engaged each soldier that hurtled her way.
Five, tenâshe moved and moved and moved, ducking and swiping, shoving and flipping, black blood spraying, her face the portrait of grim, unbreaking will.
"The queen!" the men shouted. "To the queen!"
And as Rowan fought his way closer, as that cry went down the battlements and Anielle men ran to aid her, he realized that Aelin did not need an ounce of flame to inspire men to follow.
That she had been waiting, yanking at the bit, to show them what she, without magic, without any godly power, might do.
He'd never seen such a glorious sight. In every land, every battle, he had never seen anything as glorious as Aelin before the throat of the siege tower, holding the line.
Dawn breaking around them, Rowan loosed a battle cry and tore into Morath.
This first battle would set the tone.
It would set the tone, and send a message.
Not to Morath.
Impress us, Hasar had said.
So she would. So she'd picked the golden armor and her battle-crown. And waited until dawn, until that siege tower slammed into the battlements, before unleashing herself.
To keep the men here from breaking, to wipe away the fear festering in their eyes.
To convince the khaganate royals of what she might do, what she could do. Not a threat, but a reminder.
She was no helpless princess. She had never been.
Goldryn sang with each swipe, her mind as cool and sharp as the blade while she assessed each enemy soldier, their weapons, and took them down accordingly. She dimly knew that Rowan fought at her side, Gavriel and Fenrys battling near her left flank.
But she was keenly aware of the mortal men who leaped into the fray with cries of defiance.
They'd made it this far. They would survive today, too. And the khaganate royals would know it.
Galloping hooves drowned out the battle, and then Chaol was there, sword flashing, driving into the unending tide that rushed from the tower's entrance.
"To Lord Chaol! To the queen!"
How far they both were from Rifthold.
From the assassin and the captain.
Arrows rose from the army beyond the wall, but a wave of icy wind snapped them into splinters before they could find any marks. A dark blur plunged past, and then Lorcan was at the siege tower's mouth, his sword swinging so fast Aelin could barely follow it. He battled his way across the metal bridge of the tower, into the stairwell beyond. Like he'd fight his way down the ramps and onto the battlefield itself. Below, a boom began. Morath had brought in their battering ram.
Aelin smiled grimly. She'd bring them all down. Then Erawan. And then she'd unleash herself upon Maeve.
At the opposite end of the field, the khagan's army pushed, gaining the field step by step.
Not helpless. Not contained. Never again.
Death became a melody in her blood, every movement a dance as the tide of soldiers pouring from the tower slowed. As if Lorcan was indeed forcing his way down the interior.
Those who got past him met her blade, or Rowan's. A flash of gold, and Gavriel had slaughtered his way into the siege tower as well, twin blades a whirlwind.
What Lorcan and the Lion would do upon reaching the bottom, how they'd dislodge the tower, she didn't know. Didn't think about it.
Not from this place of killing and movement, of breath and blood. Of freedom.
Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.
#Chapter 57#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Rowan Whitethorn#Aelin Galathynius#Chaol Westfall#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 57 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Why didnt it blaze-they burned her-afraid2ask-had Aelin allowed it?Maeve stole&knew-no1had been able to heal past it-how powerful had been#Thought to thought-Hadnât been able to ask why-Sheâs afraid too-Noone else-She was out for weeks after-Couldnât tell her-The marks stayed#Fierce pride-One people-Happy-Breathing-Proof-Chaol didnât knowWhat he didnât sayHe knew it was her-Of the wildfire-How could he ask that?#But what had happened?-Training nothing-where is it?Fenrys knew-They didnât pry-But he saw-Cold Fear hatred bit at him-He said it for her#cause he felt it too-What thatâs horrific-No one other then them Knew-that it was that bad-Couldnât breathe yeah me too-The ice again#That scar held longer than any-And they tried-she tried-Nehemia quick no more cowards-Sheâd given up and Fenrys knew it Aelin had broken-#before itShe knew they would break herThatâs what that run wasNot one of saving but one of leaving-I wonât go-When sheâs lost hope#focus on something else stop wondering-Heâll say it so she doesnât have to-Let her come when sheâs ready-thanks Fenrys-His attitude is fair#but also he knows-Part of why heâd loved her-Shouldâve known when she wonât talk itâs something that brutal-Needing wanting her to know#&hear-A mark-She fed him ACOTAR mate style-Laughed4once-the4-Their team-mischief&lovely-every door makes me miss Mort#THE ARMOR AND SWORDS-He reminds-He defends-Sheâs got a plan-Gods he loved her-my lady-if only gods for hire-the waves of it#lol sorry Lorcy they didnât fit the armor-whatâs her plan?-they know but they know enough to let her do her thing-unreadable-that shield#Aelin whatâs the plan babe?-golden-she knows how to make an enterance-Itâll be done shortly so they listened to a queen knowing sheâs hidin#Power of a good speech lol-Whether hope remained or fractured-Primping-Break in plan-NO THE TOWERS#Aelin&The/her cadre Breath for battle not gods Something inspiring-Youâve got a pretty face lol-the power of their names-Holygodsliterally#The queen has come-A crown-No fear-Aelin Anielle armor no braid nothing burning-3 months of power storing-she knew what show they needed#love her or hate her the womanâs got style- Rowan babe this is war you canât just ogle your wife lol-Still he watched her-she is the sun#The queen has come-For this-She was ready-To the queen-Grim unbreaking will-What she without magic could do-Nothing like her#So she would show them-To the people+A reminder;She has never been a helpless princessno lost queenno before anything#the one you want now The Queen of Assassins. The Prince Rowan at her side.Her cadre around her.Theyâd survive to tell the tale#&the people know it.Hope.How far from the assassin and the captain weâve come.the right hand man.What about Elide?Her plan1by1#Defiant not helpless dare I say she felt it too-Never againDeath her melody the one thing they all sharedHer never ending pursuit of Freedo#death her first friend the sun her first gift the question&answerAelins not using her power shes saving it for Maeve&gives that up for them
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"Oh, Kiyoka! Good Morning!" Her head turns as her fiance joins her on the outside deck. Miyo had finished breakfast preparations a bit earlier than usual, and decided to just enjoy the sounds of nature as she waited for him. Truth be told, she was a bit too excited and just couldn't help herself.
The two had planned a town outing this afternoon since he had the day off, as it turns out. Outings had become some of her favorite ways to spend time with the man so dear to her. So, it was only natural for her to anticipate the exciting day that was to come.
"I hope you rested well. Breakfast is already prepared and is being kept warm for us. Yurie-san is here as well."
#*I will never give up the happiness I have (ic)*#taiicho#*happiness sight (main verse)*#(i somehow kept this short LOL#(its a miracle#(i left the time frame open but i do think it be cute if on their outing they go and buy the dress miyo wears at that party. not sure if#(that happens in the novels but her getting to model all sorts of dresses for him sounds fun but I'm open to whatever!
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scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic
a prompt list by @novelbear á”ᎄá”
letting their chatty partner ramble about their day, listening with a small smile
sunshine toppling over them with the biggest hug they could muster and grump just giving them tiny little pats to reciprocate
grumpy going out of their comfort zone to cheer up their sunshine who's having a bad day
^ "look, i made pancakes! i even made a smiley face out of the whipped cream, see?" "oh, that's what it's supposed to be? you're so cute.."
grumpy calling sunshine names (dummy, idiot, chatterbox) knowing they take no offense to them, but the moment someone else does, they snap
"are you always this happy?" "i try to be, but especially when i'm with you."
sunshine knowing when it's okay to push but never crosses a line when it comes to grumpy's boundaries
sunshine comforting the grump when they're a little more quiet and snappy than usual, leaving grump a flustered mess because they're used to people actually listening when they tell them to leave them alone
"i'm not leaving you like this, i care about you."
sunshine taking grumpy on more active dates than they're used to (like ice skating for example)
[while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how."
sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack)
getting into arguments about how nice sunshine can be and where it gets out of hand
^ "i was just trying to be nice!" "they were clearly taking advantage of that!" "since when do you care so much?" "i'm trying to look out for you!"
grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair
when laundry piles up and grumpy has no choice but to borrow one of sunshine's colorful little sweaters
^ and of course, sunshine coos and smothers them all day over it
"i love you." "i know." "say it back!"
#otp prompts#writing prompts#imagine your otp#otp writing#writeblr#prompt list#otp#romance prompts#best friends prompts#cute prompts#cute otp things#sunshine x grumpy#grump x sunshine prompts#grumpy x sunshine#request
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I NEED waitress!reader accidentally letting it slip that sheâs got a date after her shift and so when bartender!simon overhears, he suddenly has a list of things she needs to do after work, causing her get to stay late ))): missing her date ))):
ANGST TIME
He's been watching you like a hawk for the past two hours - and rightfully so. You've been rushing through your tasks, rolling more than enough silverware, keeping your tables happy and stocked - you somehow managed to convince Soap to mop front of house for you. He doesn't like it. Why are you trying to get away?
"Got a date tonight." You tell him, skimming through your receipts as you sit at the bar and calculate your tips. You're not off the clock yet - you still have thirty minutes left. But the restaurant's empty, and all your tasks are done. Your makeup is a little nicer today, softer and less "morning after a deftones concert".
Simon's thankful for the mask, or else his frown would be impossible to miss. Is he dumb? Haven't you been flirting with him all week? Was this another one of your games, pretending to act innocent and coy, messing with him, then announcing you're going out with someone else?!
He feels his shoulders tensing as he watches you tap away at your phone's calculator. He shouldn't be so bothered by this - some things just need to be let go. But he can't. He wants to keep you in his back pocket, or in an empty whiskey bottle on his liquor shelf - not the one behind the bar, but the personal collection in his room on the third floor.
"That's nice," he grumbles, slicing through a lime. "Jus' make sure you finish your chores 'fore you head out."
"Already did!" You chirp at him with a smile. "Just need to do my tips, and I'll be done."
"Did ya clean the ice bins?" He asks.
You furrow your brow. "Huh?"
He jerks his head to the whiteboard on the wine fridge - sure enough, your name is scribbled in, right next to "drain and wash/sanitize ice bins + buckets", along with today's date.
You look back at Simon, your expression now crestfallen. Your date is in an hour, and you still have twenty minutes on your shift. "Don't you usually do it?"
Truthfully, he does. He could do it today, in fact. But his brain is acting on thoughts before he has the chance to consider the consequences. "Can't today, luv. Preppin' for a bigger crowd tomorrow."
Your shoulders slump. "How long does it take?"
"Well, you got to turn 'em off - one by one, I can't have two empty ice bins durin' a shift - then ya dump the ice, wait for 'em to warm up, then ya go in there with soap n' a rag, rinse 'em out, then-"
"God, can this please wait until tomorrow? I'll come in early and do it, I promise."
He looks at you sternly, and you suddenly feel ashamed for asking. "Wot, so I can pay you overtime?"
"Simon, please - if you do them, I'll give you half my tips for today."
"Now y' dumpin' your work on me?"
"I've got a date!"
"I've got my own shit too!"
You snap your mouth shut. He's never been this stern with you, but you know it's well deserved. It's your chore, after all. You'd been wrong to assume he would do it himself, despite that being the usual. You quickly hop out of the barstool and make your way behind the bar, unplugging the first icebin.
Simon watches as you scurry around, running to and from the ice bin into the kitchen, filling up bucket after bucket of ice and dumping it into the sink in the back. You pace as the machine warms up, glancing at your phone every few minutes, then touching the inside of the ice maker to check the temperature. After a few minutes, you're scrubbing the machine as fast as you can with a soapy rag and a bucket of sanitizer eater next to you.
Twenty minutes have gone by. You're supposed to be on your way to your date, but you're biting your lip, staring angrily at the ice machine as it cools down again. You need to wait for it to be cold before you refill it with ice, and only then can you start on the other machine.
You make another attempt towards Simon. "If I just do one tonight and do the other in the morning-"
"No." Simon snaps, his eyes angry as he drops a container of sliced fruit onto the bar. "This is part of havin' a job."
You look away from him, tears stinging your eyes now. You're so frustrated you want to snap back at him - but he's right, isn't he? Maybe you could ask him if you could just call Max and let him know you'll be running late - but the thought of asking Simon for anything right now (other than more chores) makes you queasy.
Simon doesn't know where the anger came from, but it's still simmering. He watches as you continue to run back and forth, filling up the old ice bin, unplugging the second one, dumping the ice in the back... he's refilling the bloody Mary mix and restocking the bitters. Simple things. He's got nothing to do after this besides go up to his flat and sit in front of the telly, or maybe chat with Soap before he heads home. Why didn't he just do it? Because you had a date, and that was a problem for him. Why? Now you're upset, and it's that knowledge that makes him finally feel the shame that he'd been swallowing down.
You finish dumping the last bucket of ice into the second machine. It's forty minutes after your shift ended. You still have to get to the restaurant you and Max were meeting at, which is a twenty minute walk. You were supposed to be there ten minutes early - now you're going to be an hour late. Frustration mingles with anxiety and burns in the forefront of your mind. But you can't be mad. You should've done your job.
Simon doesn't say anything when you run to the back, your phone pressed to your ear and tears in your eyes. You barely manage a wave to Soap as you grab your bag and jacket and flounder back into the restaraunt. You don't look at Simon.
"I'm leaving now, I'm so sorry- I had to finish up at work and it too longer than I-" you slowed to a walk, then a stop, standing in the middle of the floor. Simon was frozen, watching your shoulders shake.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had-... it's not an excuse, I promise I'm-... listen, we can go for a walk or something, right? Or go get fast food, someplace still open, just you and me, and we can try again another-"
His eyes burn in his skull as he watches you stand there for a few more seconds, staring at your phone as the call disappears from the screen. He wants to say something - but what can he say? He's already fucked you over. And he doesn't feel any better than when he first discovered your little date. He feels worse.
You stuff your phone in your back pocket, unable to hide the single, choked sob that escapes your throat. You shoulder your bag and stomp your way out of the restaurant, door clanging behind you. Your bike is still in the alley out back, and your unfinished tips are still on the bartop. He wouldn't be surprised if you never come back to collect them.
Soap emerges from the kitchen breaking Simon from his thoughts and wiping his hands on a rag. "Real feckin' kind of ye, Ghost. Never seen such a right cunt." He glares at Simon, before slapping the rag on the table and heading back into the kitchen. His shift was over, too.
Simon has three more hours left to deal with himself before the bar closes.
#bartender ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost x you#cod#ghost cod#call of duty#cod x reader
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the winner takes it all
Art x Reader x Tashi
summary: winners deserve rewards, and Tashi is more than happy to spoil her star athlete with the help of her ever-dutiful husband.
word count: 2.7k
rating: mature/explicit/18+
warnings: porn no plot (deep breath) m/f/f dynamic, threesome, dom!Tashi, switch!Art, sub!Reader, p in v, creampie, overstim, hair pulling, titty play, use of toys, praise, teasing, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), oral (reader giving fem), face sitting
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Your match had taken place several hours ago. Youâd been anxious the entire time, but ended up winning, much to you and your coachâs pleasure. The ride back to the hotel was torturous, as well as the following mandatory ice bath, sauna, shower, and footage review. It was the routine youâd followed ever since Tashi began coaching you.
She was nothing if not thorough.
After tying up several loose ends, including Tashi grilling you for every point you missed, every fault she could see when she paused the footage, you now found yourself in a more pleasurable position.Â
Art held your legs open as he continued his even thrusts, cock sliding against the walls of your pussy at a torturous pace. Tashi sat beside you, clad only in a silk robe and lace panties, brushing some hair from your face that was sticking to your forehead with perspiration.
You had the suite to yourself for the night. Tashi and Artâs little girl was safely tucked away with her grandmother in another elegant suite on the other side of the hotel. Another part of the routine.Â
âTashâŠ.â
âYou did well out there today,â she interrupts, reaching beside her to the end table drawer and pulling out her Hitachi wand. It buzzes to life as she turns it on and a strangled whine leaves your throat as she presses it to your clit, âSee what happens when you put in the extra time? That backhand of yours is a lethal weapon now.â
âFuck!â is the only response youâre able to give as Art moans at the vibrations as he continues to pound into you.Â
She likes you best like this, fucked dumb on Artâs cock, mindlessly agreeing to her plans for future matches, eyes rolling back in your head. Different moves sheâll have you practice. How hard she plans to work you on the court the following morning.Â
âCome on, come for me,â Tashi insists, hand trailing over your breasts, âWhatâs my girl need to come, hm? Need these pretty tits attended to?â She pinches your nipple for emphasis and your jaw slacks, a pleasurable current in your gut winding tighter and tighter with the continuous stimulation.
Art slings your left leg over his shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to your calf as he does so.Â
The new angle sends him deeper inside of you and you clench, mouth falling open with an uncontrollable moan.
âThatâs it,â Tashi murmurs, eyes never leaving your face, âFeels so good doesnât it? Art knows how to treat his girl, huh? Donât you baby?â
âYes,â he hissed between clenched teeth, beads of sweat forming on his brow, âFucking perfect pussy, godââ
Tashi removes her hand from your breast, taking hold of your chin.
âLook at me.â
Your eyes water with pleasurable tears but you do as she asks, always keen to follow her instructions. The tennis court, the bedroom, it was all the same playing field in the end.
âCome on baby,â she murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips, âCome for me, youâve been such a good girl, you deserve it.â
âFuck!â Art courses as your pussy tightens around him, âOh uhhhââ
âIâm cumming,â you helplessly whimper, the words nearly a sob, âTashiâŠ..fuckâŠ.Art fuck feels soâ-â your abdominal muscles tense as your reach your peak, white-hot ecstasy flooding your body as a shudder rolls through you.Â
Tashi smiles as you come, fingers dancing down your neck. Art fucks you through it, leaning forward to pound into you at a harder rhythm, chasing his imminent release. Itâs only then Tashi glances at him, her smile dropping slightly.
âDonât cum.â
Artâs hips stutter as your walls continue to flutter around his thick length, his jaw slacks, eyes watering as he looks at his wife.
âTashââ
âI said no,â she insists, shutting off the vibrator and throwing it to the side. Leaning forward, she captures your lips in a kiss. She sits up, a smile on her face as she kisses Art as well. He whimpers against her lips, hard and pulsating inside you still. But Tashi never changes her mind.
âYou want to come, you should try winning.âÂ
âTash please,â Artâs voice was strained, Adamâs apple bobbing, his expression pained, âplease let me come.â
âYeah?â She taunts moving up to kiss him. She brings her lips close to his, his eyes fluttering shut as she barely brushes the soft pout of her mouth against his. His lips part, head tilting to chase her.Â
You watch from below them, still trying to slow your breathing. You like watching them dance, this push and pull they have. Itâs hypnotizing, the effect she has on him. On you. Tashi pushes his chest and his eyes flutter open.
âSit.âÂ
Tashi nods to the chair in the corner of the room. Art hesitates and she raises a brow when he doesnât move quickly enough. Teeth clenched, Art unsheathes his aching cock from your warmth, hissing as he pulls completely out. Your breath hitches at the loss of him, and you gaze up at Tashi waiting for her next instruction.Â
Fully naked, Art walks to the chair, cock hard and swinging between his legs as though heâs nothing more than a scolded pup.Â
Tashi stands walking over to him, and Art tilts his chin to meet her eyes. Slowly, she lets the silk robe fall from her shoulders, and she takes her time removing it and placing it on his lap. You can see his erection through the soft purple fabric.Â
âHold that for me, would you?â she asks, turning back to face you.
You canât help it as your gaze falls to her breasts; supple and mouth-watering, dark nipples taunting you. The dip of flesh between her abdominal muscles, a spot youâve run your tongue along countless times now. Tashi rejoins you on the bed, lying next to you, looping her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties.Â
âYou want a taste, baby?â she asks, smiling slightly at you.
You nod eagerly as she beckons you with a tilt of her chin. Scrambling into a kneeling position you slot yourself between Tashiâs toned legs, replacing her fingers and gently pulling off her lace panties, tossing them to the side and revealing her glistening sex.
Two things turn Tashi on. Telling you and Art what to do, and tennis.
Tashi brings her hand down her front tracing down her toned stomach until she reaches the soft curls that frame her pussy. She takes two fingers and spreads herself before you.Â
âCome on, baby,â she murmurs, her voice low and seductive, âEat up.â
Sheâs an enchantress, you swear, using some sort of siren song to pull you in. Even here between her legs, sheâs in charge; itâs you whoâs helpless. You lower your face toward her pussy, already drunk on the scent of her even before your tongue reaches her warm slit.Â
You couldnât hold in your moan of pleasured relief even if you tried as your tongue dipped lower, parting her lips and dipping inside her right entrance. Thereâs something about her, how she feels, how she tastes. Youâll never get enough of it. You nuzzle closer to her, nose bumping against her clit and she rewards you with a breathy sigh.Â
âArt,â she calls as you eagerly continue lavishing her pussy with attention, âHowâs the view?â
âFucking breathtaking,â he answered, his voice strangled, âTashi pleaseâŠ.â
âSheâs so good,â Tashi praises, nails taking against your scalp sending pleasurable tingles down your spine, âPut that pretty mouth of yours where it counts. Show me how badly you want it.âÂ
Your tummy flutters with excitement and you suction your lips around Tashiâs clit, sucking the sensitive button as you hear Art stand up.Â
âPut that ass up,â Tashi instructs you, her voice airy, nearly breathless. You arch your back, leaning forward into her as Artâs hands cup the front of your thighs.Â
You wiggle as he kneels behind you, his breath on your pussy before his lips meet your pussy. You moan against Tashiâs cunt as Art trails his hands up your thighs, spreading your cheeks wider as he feasts on you, tongue dipping inside of you and then up to circle your clit.Â
âIâll make you a deal baby,â Tashi purrs, back arching off the bed slightly as your tongue circles her pearl, âIf you make her finish before I do, Iâll let you come.â
Art groans against you, finishing with a frustrated whine as Tashi chuckles. You glance up at her, drinking in the blissed-out expression on her face, that sly smirk that reaches her eyes.Â
âDeal?â
Art doesnât hesitate, he simply redoubles his efforts, tongue entering you with desperate precision. Your lips falter, the pleasure messing with your coordination as Art ups the ante. You feel him pull away from you, and hear the wet pop of his fingers entering his mouth and leaving just as quickly. Then heâs breaching you, fingers slipping inside you with ease from the continued attention following your first orgasm.
âOh fuck,â you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as Art fingers you. He sets a rough pace, placing his opposite hand on your asscheek and squeezing the soft flesh.Â
The two fingers he has plunged inside you to the knuckle curl perfectly against your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot inside you every time he curls his fingers.Â
âCome on,â Art murmurs, slapping your ass, âI know you want to come again.â
âYes she does,â Tashi agrees, unable to help herself.Â
âGreedy girl, never satisfied with just one, huh?â Art teases and Tashi chuckles at his efforts. Art never speaks to her like that, only you. Tashi prefers the more dominant role over both you and her husband.
Still eager to please her you sloppily continue eating her out, lost in the sensation of Art's fingers in your pussy, Tashiâs fingers in your hairâ
âCome on baby,â Art encourages, though thereâs a hint of desperation in his tone. He wants to come just as badly as you do.
âSuch a messy girl,â Tashi coos, propping herself on her elbows, âOh but so so good. Iâm getting closeâŠâ
Art slaps your ass again, curling his fingers against your g-spot, and itâs no use. Your jaw slacks and your head lolls against the softness of Tashiâs inner thigh as your walls clench around Artâs fingers, your release barreling through you like a freight train. It knocks the air from your lungs, a desperate cry leaving you as Art makes a noise of triumph.Â
âSo you are capable of winning,â Tashi snaps, a little too cold to be simply a bedroom taunt. Art stares at her, before she sits up, âI havenât come yet.â
âLet me,â you murmur, looking up at her, still lying on her thigh. She smiles down at you, stroking your cheek.
âYouâre a sweet girl,â she praises, âBut Art won. I think he deserves to finish in that sweet little pussy of yours. Would you like that?â
âTashâŠI canât,â you whimper, still sensitive and tingly from your previous orgasms, âI canât come again.â
Her smile fades back to that familiar smirk. She glances at Art, nodding at the bed. Cock still standing at attention Art joins you both, lying on his back. Tashiâs hand winds its way in your hair, tugging you not so gently from your resting place. You follow her lead like a puppet on a string.Â
âDonât be ungrateful,â she accuses, pushing you towards Artâs lap, âThis is a reward. You deserve this.â
Artâs cock pokes at the soft plush of your inner thighs as you straddle him. His hands move automatically towards your hips, rough thumbs brushing against you leaving goosebumps in their wake.Â
He looks at you with wide, watery eyes, blonde hair a tousled mess.
âOne more?â he asks, and you know at that moment if you tapped out, heâd respect it. Art was never one to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.Â
He rubs your hips again, a soothing motion, and you lean into his touch. Something deep inside you tightens with want. You need him. You need her. You inhale a shaky breath and lift your hips, lining the swollen head of his cock with your entrance. Sinking onto him slowly like this is something else. The way he stretches your insides as you come to rest against him is a feeling youâll never get used to.Â
âGood girl.â
Artâs head falls back against the pillows and then Tashi pulls them from underneath him. Her husband knows immediately what sheâs after and tilts his head back as she climbs onto his face.Â
Tashi sits on her husbandâs face as though itâs her throne. As though he was made for her and no one else.Â
She pulls you closer as you lazily begin to ride Art. Lips crashing against yours she kisses you passionately, rolling her hips at the pace you began. Soon you find your rhythm, moving in sync together as Art moans beneath you, happy to pleasure both his girls at once. Tashiâs hand finds your hair again and she tugs your head back, latching her lips against your neck.
Sheâs fond of leaving marks. Art is hers through their marriage, but she likes to remind you that you belong to her as well.Â
Art bucks his hips up into you, the head of his cock nudging perfectly against your sweet spot, just as his fingers had moments before. A whine leaves your lips and Tashi laughs against your neck.Â
âHeâs good at that, yeah?â she murmurs, placing soft kisses up your neck and returning to your lips, âGood with his cock, good with hisâŠhis tongue.â Her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy as Art does something you can only imagine.
He moans again, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he decides the pace youâve set simply isnât enough. Artâs hands dip below the curve of your ass right where it meets your thighs, lifting you with ease up and down on his cock. He meets you halfway, thrusting up into you as he slams you up and down.Â
Your whines increase in volume, turning into elongated moans swallowed by Tashiâs kiss. You can feel her nipples pressing against your own and you reach out to caress them. Tashi gyrates her hips on Artâs face and his pace becomes more frantic as he plants both feet on the mattress fucking up into you harder, faster, deeper.
âIââÂ
Words are lost to you as your mind goes fuzzy; that familiar pressure in your gut builds, a wave of pleasure cresting deep within you. Tashiâs mouth captures yours once more as she snakes a hand down your front, nimble fingers circling your clit giving you just what you need to reach your end. Again.
With that the rubber band in your belly snaps and you come with a startled cry, pleasured tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as you clench around Artâs thick cock. His hips falter only for a moment as he chases his own release, and soon you feel his cock twitch within your warm walls, his spend blooming inside of you.
Tashi smiles proudly as you and Art ride out your highs, the pair of you moaning, limbs jerking from the exertion. Everythingâs a game to her. And she always wins.Â
âJust like that,â she murmurs, hips still swirling around Artâs face, âOh god IâmââÂ
You watch as her thighs tense, her head dips and her eyes squeeze shut as her orgasm crashes over her at last.Â
Carefully you ease Artâs softening cock from within you and lay between the both of them. Tashi on your left, Art on your right. Youâre facing Tashi, watching as she comes down from her high, feeling Artâs chest press against your back.
Itâs quiet for a moment, the soft sound of a kiss being pressed to your shoulder the only noise in the room. Art snakes a hand around your waist, fingers brushing the soft skin of your tummy. You giggle slightly at the ticklish sensation which causes him to bite down gently on your shoulder. Tashi simply watches, wetting her lips.Â
âOn the courts at five tomorrow,â she says, before standing, âIâll run us a bath.â
Art sighs and you canât help but agree with his subtle frustration. Back to business.
âWhatever you say, coach.â
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A/N: One of my favorite things inspired by all the Ghost/König cosplayer TikToks using that one, song audio. Summary: Ghost admits getting head is boring. Reader isn't happy with that idea and goes about changing his mind. T/W: NS/FW 18+ Only, blowjobs, deepthroating, size kink if you squint, spit?, cursing, aggressive tension?, taunting, not proofread, and it's been a long ass time since I've written full-on smut.
âAll Iâm sayinâ is that if she calls again, Iâm not about to answer.â Soapâs voice carried from the living space of the hotel room to the kitchenette where you stood microwaving some rice from a convenience store down the street.
After-mission talk always leads to the most strange conversations. Maybe the adrenaline or the high of getting almost killed got everyone in a talking mood. However as the Captain slid behind you to go grab more ice outside in the hallway, you couldnât help but shoot him a questioning look. Theyâd been talking about their previous accomplishments and failures in the bedroom for nearly twenty minutes, and thankfully theyâd not roped you into the ridiculous conversation but with the Captain leaving out of the room, it drew their eyesight right to you standing patiently for your instant rice to finish cooking.
âWhat about you, huh?â Gaz was the one to poke a little. âHave any horror stories from the bedroom?â His eyebrows raised in mischievous curiosity as all three men sat staring at you with great intent.
âIâve faked it plenty of times.â You reply offhandedly, waving a hand at them and going back to staring at the small plastic cup rotating around in the microwave.
You overheard the men pass through the moment of silence with low laughs, most noticeably, Ghost. Whoâd apparently found something very funny and decided to grace everyone with the sound of deep and resounding chuckles. With a gloved hand, you take out your food and rejoin them in the room, finding a spot on the corner of one of the beds and crossing your legs to hold the bowl while you watch and listen to more of their recounted stories.
Soap complained more about the one night heâd met up with one of the most beautiful women heâd ever met, and drank himself into oblivion to try and ease his nerves. The only problem was, that when he finally had enough liquid courage to make a move, he couldnât get it up. Even watching him recount the tale now, you could see his embarrassment. You couldnât imagine just how beautiful that woman had to be for Soap to give himself whiskey-dick so bad that to this day he regretted the memory and undoubtedly wished he could take it back. Gaz got pressured into retelling the story of the woman he met in Russia just for you since youâd never heard it; Detailing just how sheâd been absolutely obsessed with him right from the get-go.
She couldnât stop fawning over his accent and just how downright good-looking he was. Gaz on the other hand felt very embarrassed and never really tried to take things further on that trip. Fortunately for him, on a trip back a few months later for pleasure, he ran into the woman again and this time around she wasnât going to take no for an answer. Soap and Ghost laughed, poking fun at how utterly exhausted Garrick was when he met up with them in London. His shit-eating grin was more than enough for them to surmise that his little Russian vixen had taken him for a hell of a ride.
Then there was Ghost.
He didnât have much to say in the way of his own successes, but did share one or two small comparisons with the other two as they kept pulling out detail after detail about the many people theyâd met over the years and how they either felt theyâd left their mark⊠or totally fucking missed it. All of it came to a very interesting topic that you suddenly became very interested in when Ghost uttered one single statement that left your mouth hanging open and staring at him almost in disbelief.
âI donât like someone blowinâ my cock,â his voice sounded flat. Totally unbothered and nearly sleeping at the idea. âNever cared much for it when half doesnât fit.â
You couldnât help but insert yourself into the conversation after a long hour or so of sitting like a viewer at a movie. âWait a second⊠You mean to tell me you donât like getting head because you're too big?â The gasp in your tone was obvious, and even Soap and Gaz looked at him a little strangely as if they didnât truly believe the idea either. It gave you a bit more reassurance in your belief that almost all men enjoyed it. Sure, there was the odd chance that Ghost just didnât like it at all, but you really wanted to hear his explanation if heâd give you one.
The Lieutenant turned to look at you and nodded stiffly. âYeah, âbout always puts me to sleep.â
It was at this point you felt the slightest urge to tell him heâd never had someone give him a legitimately good blowjob before. But before you could even say something to the contrary, a thought crossed your mind. Ghost didnât seem like the kind of man who attracted ill-experienced women. Especially when he had already proven throughout the evening that his previous encounters were much more interesting and expansive than even that of yourself. Something a bit⊠jealous rose inside of you at the thought.
Imagining your Lieutenant laying on his back and hardly making any sort of sound while someone pulls out every single trick in their arsenal to make a blowjob somewhat entertaining or arousing. You didnât necessarily profess yourself to have a crush on Ghost, due to just how grey the line between operators and anything felt when you spent so much time together under high-stress environments. There was bound to be some level of emotional attachment that devolved pastâŠÂ professional. And for whatever it was, knowing that Ghost had such a bad opinion on the receiving end of pleasure became a challenge you wanted to overcome.
About that time, Price returned with half-melted ice and a half-smoked cigar hanging between his lips.
âFinished talking about chasinâ tail yet?â He grumbled, walking past the group of you still sitting around each other like a bunch of kids getting caught staying up late by Dad at a sleepover. âWanna go to fuckinâ sleep.â
He dropped the ice bucket down on the dresser with a little thud before settling himself down on the pull-out couch with his hat covering his eyes and both arms resting behind his head with that cigar still puffing smoke rings into the air. Ghost was the first to stand up, making his way out of the hotel room without as much as a comment about when heâd be back or where he was going. Your eyes trailed over his shoulders tapering into a slim waist before giving way again to thick and muscular thighs enhanced by all of gear still strapped to his body. His kit did leave a lot to the imagination. And god did your mind start to wander as both Soap and Gaz began winding down, settling themselves down to sleep for the night or at least lay somewhere quietly so the Captain didnât lose any more of his patience and kick someone out or force them to pay for their own room. Not nearly tired enough with all of the questions and thoughts about Ghost now floating through your mind, you didnât care the least bit about laying down or pretending not to care about the fact of the matter and headed out of the hotel room after the Lieutenant as Soap turned out the final lamp in the corner of the room.
The air was a bit cold outside without your jacket, breath materializing in front of you in light wisps of fog with every exhale as you looked down both ends of the hallway hoping to see some sign of where Ghost mightâve gone to. Down on the far left side, a larger cloud of smoke blew past the breezeway entrance and you knew right away that Ghost would be at the end of it. And when your eyes peeked around the corner, you werenât the least bit surprised to see him with a shoulder resting up against the wall; his back to you with enough of his mask pulled up so that he could smoke a cigarette. The sweet vanilla and cherry smell hit you like a wall, reminding you that Ghost preferred rolling his own cigarettes and used pipe tobacco instead of buying packs of anything else.
Leaves no trace behindâŠÂ Heâd explained without prompting one night after noticing that youâd been watching him.
âFollowinâ me now?â His voice heavy with smoke and unhindered by his mask landed directly on you, not even needing to turn around to know you were the one tailing after him.
âCouldnât let you freeze to death alone.â You reply with a little smile, taking it as your chance to go ahead and walk -slowly- over to him giving him the privacy to smoke without needing to fuss with keeping his face covered.
By standing just at his back leaning against the wall, he knew right where you were, and it put the weight of conversation on him for the moment. He gave you a gruff sort of sound and took another drag off his cigarette before turning just far enough to offer it to you. You take it from his gloved fingers carefully, licking your lips a little in slight nervousness. This wasnât the first time heâd offered you a hit, but it was the first time youâd ever actually taken him up on it. Seeing the damp rolling paper on the end made you shiver a little; Hopefully, the cold weather would be a good enough excuse to keep him from recognizing your sudden anxiety around him. Wrapping your lips around it and inhaling, youâre a little more than guilty for noticing the taste of Ghost instead of the vanilla and cherry. With a quick glance to your side, you saw his mask was pulled back down over his mouth and his dark eyes were focused right on you as you blew the smoke out of your mouth and back in through your nose. Attempting to hand it back, he just shakes his head.
âYou didnât come out here to be cold,â He finally broke the silence. âWhatâd you really want from me?â
No matter how long you spent around Ghost, you never got used to just how miserably direct Ghost could be. Like nothing was truly surprising to him or worth being the least bit delicate over. Even if it concerned someone -like yourself- at least attempting to be a little more discretionary. Yet you sighed and took another drag before tossing the rest of it down on the concrete, putting out the ember with the toe of your boot.
âWere you lying earlier?â Your question falls a little short of confident, giving Ghost the impression right away that you were nervous. For a split second, you thought you saw the phantom of a smile under the cover of his mask before it was quickly hidden back under late-night shadow and white paint. Ghost put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and gave a sigh, making more fog swirl around and through the woven material around his mouth. Another thought of what his mouth looked like flashed through your failing mind.
âWhy would it matter?â
You licked at your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way to word this without sounding desperate or downright shameless in front of your commanding officer⊠you shouldn't be thinking about doing this in the first place. So many more bad outcomes could come of this than the one good one. Even then, it was risky. Leaving you a bit dazed and staring at Ghost.
âAsked you a question. Iâm expectinâ an answer.â He pressed forward, a slight swagger in his hips as he got closer to you, resting a hand on the wall and tilting his head a little to the side. Damn near mocking you for being so much smaller and easily intimidated. You look down at your boots for a moment, deciding to just put your money where your mouth is and take the hit no matter the outcome.
âIf you werenât lyingâŠâ You look up, internally screaming at how heavy his eyes look down on you. âIâd like to try and change your mind.â
A deep chuckle comes from the Lieutenant in response followed by his heavy hand resting on your shoulder, almost totally engulfing it.
âYouâre jokinâ,â His voice lowered with humor that made you almost shrivel up and die inside. âWhy would I let you do that?â You give a frustrated sigh and take a step back away from Ghost. Mentally and physically distancing yourself from the slight Ghost had given you by accident or otherwise.
âNever mind.â You give a short nod and turn on your heel to head back to the hotel room and find somewhere to curl up on the floor or in a bed with someone and try to sleep off your damaged ego.
Yet five steps away from Ghost, youâre stopped short with his arm snaked around your waist tightly and his mouth resting against your ear with a heavy and hot breath fanning against your neck. His palm spreads over your stomach and squeezes almost aggressively at the soft flesh under your shirt. Tall and wide, Ghost yanks your back flush to his chest as a silent threat.
âDonât fuckinâ walk away from me,â His low growl makes you shiver. âIâm not finished with ya.â
In an instant, youâre spun around and hauled aggressively with your back against the nearest wall with Ghostâs chest holding you from fighting back. His legs limit your ability to try and escape out from under his arms, and while one hand is flat against your chest, the other restricts both your wrists above your head. Breath evacuates your lungs with the sudden shock of your back against the wall, but your eyes are locked on Ghostâs as he glares at you harshly through the wavering mist of his breath in the cold air.
âNow Iâve got you pacifiedâŠâ His smirk was clear in tone, outright mocking you by pressing those massive thighs tighter against yours. âLetâs continue shall we?â The gloved hand pressed against your heaving chest slides up to grasp firmly at your chin and jerk it up to look him in the eyes.
âWhy donât you be a good little thing and tell me why you think you could change my mind, and maybe⊠I wonât punish you for talkinâ shit to your superior officer.â He spat loudly, his face less than an inch from yours, eyes flaming with aggression.
âSorry LieutenantâŠâ You mutter stiffly through the struggle of his hand against your jaw. âThought I could do better.â You add a lot weaker, averting your eyes as far from Ghost as you can.
âWhat was that?â He made dark fun of you, terribly obvious, and downright happy with himself. âSay it again.â
You squirm in his grasp, only to get your wrists slid up higher on the wall and a thigh shoved between your own to lift your feet almost totally off the ground. Toes tapping the ground, Ghost holds you totally of his own power without the slightest effort needed to keep you held right where he wanted you to be.
âThought I could do better.â You repeat yourself louder, and more clearly, feeling utterly stupid for enduring such pathetic treatment. Only you knew it was your fault for letting such a pipe dream of an idea come to reality by prodding Ghost about his sex life so confidently. The masked man hummed lowly, tilting his head as he inspected your face lighted only by a small sliver of moonlight creeping around the corner of the hallway.
âBetter, huh?â Ghost chuckles darkly, this thumb tracing over the bottom curve of your lip carefully. âThatâs a lot of confidence for someone so small.â
You canât help but roll your eyes. âSize has nothing to do with it.â
Ghost barks laughter, grumbling something under his breath before dropping his hand away from your jaw and releasing one of your hands to press against his groin. You canât miss his meaning from the massive erection pressing back against your hand and twitching impatiently when your Lieutenant squeezes your hand around it tighter. A growl escapes his throat and he looks up at you with almost evil eyes.
âStill think size doesnât matter, little one?â He questions, one eyebrow raising above the hemline of his mask.
Your mouth falls open in shock. Not only because of the sheer girth of Ghostâs cock pulsing in your hand but realizing that he was actually taking your proposal seriously no matter how aggressive his mockery of you was. It shouldnât have been so damn surprising when taking into account just how large of a man Ghost is. Surely everything would be proportionate, and his erection was proof of it.
Your face is enough to make Ghost chuckle. âThatâs what I thoughtâŠâ
Itâs enough of a dismissal that thaws your speechlessness and throws you right back into the present with enough of the guts to speak up for your own desires.
âI can do it,â You blurt breathlessly, fingers tracing along the curve of Ghostâs dick and earning a lusty growl from him. âI can make it good. Iâll make it fit.â You nod your head feverishly in an attempt to keep your chance open. Ghostâs eyes widen at your desperation and his cock twitches hard in your palm with the sound of your shallow breaths and pleading eyes.
âYou want it, huh?â He questions, mask moving like heâs grinning under it.
âThen get on your fuckinâ knees.â
The moment his hands release you, you feel yourself sliding down the wall until your knees make a bruising thud against the concrete floor in front of Ghost. Your hands holding on his thighs without the slightest care that you were standing in the middle of a hotel breezeway where anyone could see you. A weight settled in your lower stomach with the idea of anyone coming out of their room and witnessing such a sight.
âMy belt.â Ghost instructs a bit pinched, looking down at you with his chin almost touching his chest.
Youâre frantic yet shaking as your hands slide up his thighs and begin pulling his belt loose, hearing that metallic clink as you pull the two sides apart with a watering mouth. No instruction is necessary for you to know where to go next, and as you unbutton his cargo pants, your free hand palms his cock as you pull down just enough of his waistband to expose him but not make him cold. Ghostâs hands help just a little, settling extra material where he prefers it, almost patiently holding up his own hoodie and t-shirt out of your way as you slid your hands under his boxers.
âFuckâŠâ Ghost mutters quietly, tensing when your fingers wrap around his base and free him from his underwear.
Your thumb smears over his swollen head soft enough to not make him jerk away with sensitivity, and you lick your lips at just how wet his cock already is from sheer anticipation. Hell, you were turned on too, practically dripping in your underwear at the sight of Ghost with nothing but a perfect dick exposed and ready for your mouth. The first lick is a teasing one. Flattening it over his head just because you couldnât wait to taste him, gathering up his arousal, and making it a point to swallow with your eyes locked right on Ghostâs. You're certain itâs enough to affect him just by the way he grunts and rests both of his hands against the wall behind you to steady himself.
When your lips wrap around his tip and slide down towards his base slowly, you hollow your lips and suck hard. Almost mimicking drinking through a straw with both hands wrapped around his thick base to restrict blood flow, adding to his sensitivity. You feel his feet flex in his boots next to your thighs and another low grunt. It spurs you forward, sinking down further and massaging your tongue on the underside before raising back up to lick at his frenulum and repeating the process with quiet whines each time heâs unable to hold back some sound.
âShit-â He hisses after no more than a couple of minutes, jerking his hips back away from you and moving your hands out of the way so he could tighten his own fist around his cock with a heaving chest.
He stays like that for a few moments, undoubtedly trying to stave off the pleasure youâd been giving before his eyes meet yours again and theyâre downright hungry and raging with fury that youâd brought him so close without any extra fancy moves or those fake moans that porn always showed. With one quick movement, he stepped closer and tilted your head back until it gently rested against the wall behind you, his cock smearing your own spit and his arousal over your open and awaiting mouth.
âYou look pretty like thisâŠâ He muttered, rubbing his length over your face and tapping it teasingly against your mouth. âYou hungry for more?â Youâre sticking out your tongue and nodding right away, earning you a tense chuckle and the feeling of Ghostâs dick sliding into your mouth while his hand cushions the back of your head from the wall.
âLet me feed it to ya,â He grunts. âShove my fat cock in your mouth and fuck your throat..â He adds with a feral sort of sound mixing with an ever-thickening accent.
You moan around his length, feeling your jaw muscles begin to start aching when your nose just barely grazes his pubic bone and his tip touches the back of your throat. Heâs thick enough to qualify as the largest youâve ever experienced, but youâre not the slightest bit concerned about whether heâll be able to fit. You know heâll make it fit if nothing else.
And him utterly pounding your throat sounded so hot that you tried pushing further down on his shaft yourself. Eager to feel Ghost as deep in you as possible. Ghost obliges you, and rocks his hips forward slowly, easing his thick head past that ring of pressure at the back of your throat and cursing under his breath when a wet, gurgling sound vibrates around his shaft as you begin swallowing around him.
âBloody, fuucckk yesâŠâ His groans punch through the quiet air, far louder than he should be risking in such a public space. But heâs only getting started with this experience as your nose presses against his pubic bone, and his hand flattens against the wall.
âSo tight⊠dogginâ me right where anyone can see.â
Itâs the thought that had you so eager, and right away you felt just how much it turned Ghost on too. Because the second he said it, he pulled back just a fraction and pushed himself back down your throat, beginning tight and quick thrusts that made your eyes roll back. He kept a furious pace, growling and holding tight to the back of your head until you tapped at the back of his thigh a few times, and he pulled out with a loud grunt, giving you a moment to breathe. You panted, seeing a thick web of spit connecting your mouth and his tip before watching it break and drip down your shirt.
Youâre about to tell Ghost⊠something. But you instantly lose thought of it when heâs bent down with his mask rucked up just far enough to smash his mouth to yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth and practically eating you from the inside out. You can still taste the salty edge of his skin, and itâs almost heady to have his mouth mingling with yours and sharing his arousal between soft moans and heavy breaths. The kiss is long and feverish, but not near long enough before heâs standing back up and stroking his fist up and down his cock right in front of you like an unreal kind of dream somehow coming to life.
âPlease.â You mutter a bit hoarse from the rough treatment of your throat, totally unsure of what you really want most. Between his mouth, words, and dick thereâs so much more than just one you desired, but at least one of them needed to be delivered to you to attempt satisfaction.
âOpen up, little oneâŠâ Ghost whispers face re-masked already, and it makes you whine pathetically, having naively believed heâd allow you just one glimpse at the mouth youâd just tasted. âNeed to have more of you.â Youâre totally happy to resign by leaning your head back against the wall with your tongue wetting your lips in the cold air.
Ghost starts painfully slow, holding your head on both sides of your jaw and teasing his head against your tongue and the textured roof of your mouth; indiscernible words falling from his mouth and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You wouldâve thought it was nothing more than your Lieutenant just taking his pleasure as offered. But the way his thumbs brushed over your cheeks and his fingers would occasionally rub over the stretched muscles in your jaw gave you the feeling that he was well aware of what you were surrendering to him. As well as how thankful he was to have you on your knees, and looking so fucking angelic swallowing and spitting on his dick like a dirty little whore.
âLet me - WannaâŠâ His rising breaths and steady strokes begin to falter the longer he thrusts inside your mouth, meticulously avoiding forcing himself deeper in disappointment; resulting in your whining and muffled complaints and pleasure. Had his hands not been purposefully holding you back to prolong the session, Ghost probably wouldnât have lasted this long.
âP-patienceâŠâ His stammer made your chest clench in satisfaction. âDonât - donât wanna finish in your mouthâŠâ. That breathy comment nearly struck you stiff as concrete.
You couldnât believe that after this entire ordeal, Ghost was actually trying to end a blowjob without you finishing it the way you honestly believed it should always end. With you swallowing every last fucking drop that the Lieutenant gave you; wearing a goddamn smile bigger than anyone has ever seen. If he hadnât been lying and head never impressed him, there wasnât a chance in Hell you were going to let him finish anywhere that wasnât down your throat. In a split second, you were shaking your head no and pulling back off his cock with a slight gasp.
âNo, finish.â Itâs the most demanding and certain youâve sounded all night. âFinish in my mouth, Ghost.â
His eyes say it all.
Theyâre wide with his pupils blown at impressive dimensions and his thick eyelashes flutter as his shocked expression forces him to blink over and over again to make sense of you. Mouth and chin covered in spit, on your knees, and literally begging him to come in your mouth.
âGoddamn, youâre so fucking filthyâŠâ He mutters aloud, watching intently as you slide back down over him one more time and begin doing what you wanted to from the very beginning.
Bring Ghost to his knees.
Itâs a moment before you have him cursing and holding onto the wall with both hands again as you push deeper and deeper until you're teasing the tip of your nose against him yet again. Unwilling to let him pull you off this time or prolong this. Deserving this release was the bare minimum. Not only did you want to provide him ultimate pleasure where no one else had, but you enjoyed every single bit of it. You needed this as much -if not more- than Ghost.
Heavy and twitching in your mouth, Ghost was teetering on the edge of his orgasm with stuttering hips and one hand sliding down to rest on your head. Not pushing this time, just laying at the crown like your movements were too much to feel with only one part of his body. Short pants were cut short by unintelligible words and strained attempts to say what you already knew.
As if giving your final approval of the idea Ghost had found unacceptable, you push him as deep as you could one final time; Hearing his loud shout echo down the breezeway as both of his hands grabbed harshly onto the sides of your head. Pumping stream after stream of his hot release down your throat you moaned deeply, feeling him gently rock his hips against your face as he rode down his high on shaky legs. You gagged a little as he pulled out, feeling your throat begin to burn in an unfamiliar way that had never followed you sharing a moment like this with another man. Only one look at Ghostâs cock right in front of your face was more than enough to reassure you heâd just been the one who gave you enough of a delicious stretch to feel for days to come.
Your eyes met his and a small little shy smile crossed your sore lips, contrasting the absolutely deplorable -and punishable- act youâd ever committed with a superior officer. Wordlessly Ghost tucked himself back into his underwear and neglected to button his pants back up before dropping to a knee right in front of you and pulling up his mask again to brush his lips against yours.
âWant to taste,â He whispered ever-so-softly, hands holding your head gently.
âNeed to taste me inside your mouth.â He added, licking your lips before closing the distance between you for a second time. This kiss was still intense. Ghost controlling the pace and just how much dominance you had, which nearly came to zero when he licked into your mouth, groaning shamelessly. He could taste his release coating your mouth as he utterly overwhelmed you with kisses, licks, bites, and more moans that fell like honey on your ears.
You were the first to pull back for a gasp of air youâd gone full minutes without, feeling your own mouth and body beginning to feel a little weak with exhaustion not typical of a well-conditioned soldier like yourself. Your Lieutenant took note right away and rested his head against yours reassuringly, his nose touching yours.
âYouâre too cold to be out here like this.â He whispered, pulling your cheek affectionately and wrapping the other arm around you. âNot gonna let you freeze after that.â He chuckled a bit sluggishly, kissing you again long and chaste.
He pulled his mask back down and gave very little effort to pick you up off your knees and into his arms without question or hesitation. Leaving you feeling like a treasured prize heâd won and refused to let out of his sight for more than a moment. Safe and protected, you couldnât care one bit about the cold nipping through your thin clothes and resting your head against Ghostâs shoulder as he carried you back to the hotel room the 141 had already retired for the night in.
Expertly avoiding Soap and Gaz laying on couch cushions on the floor and covered with extra bedsheets, sliding around Priceâs bed without bumping it, all while carrying you Ghost sat you down on the edge of the bed heâd been keen to claim as his own right when youâd arrived. You were nearly asleep just sitting there when he unlaced your boots enough to tug them off, pulled your shirt off over your head, and replaced it with one of his hoodies. Finally, he takes off your pants and nods for you to move up to the top of the bed, acting just as he would normally. But as he climbed into the bed next to you and tugged you back against him tightly, you realized youâd gotten a lot more than you bargained for.
Sure you mightâve changed Ghostâs mind about getting head⊠but you werenât finished yet. Because Ghost was curling his arm around your waist and burying his masked face in between your shoulder blades like cuddling with you at night was the usual way of things. His fingers innocently traced the waistband of your underwear, and he radiated body heat that melted away the fringe sensations of cold on your body easily.
âIâve made a decision,â He whispers very quietly so as not to wake the others. And you wiggle back a little closer to him, nodding your head as a silent acknowledgment for him to go on. Expecting him to say that you did -in fact- change his mind about getting blown.
âYouâre mine now.â
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