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tongue-like-a-razor · 5 months ago

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Hotter Than Texas | Part III

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: Thank you for all the lovely messages about this series! I'm so happy y'all are loving it and are excited to see it continued <3

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Aka it's a road trip, strap in.

CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)

WC: 2200+

Part I | Masterlist

“You got a girlfriend, Brad Bradshaw?”

Bradley looks over at you, sitting in his passenger seat in a green sundress, fiddling with a charm on your bracelet. “No,” he replies rather hoarsely, unsure how to interpret your question.

“Why not?” you continue, your tone light and carefree, as though you’re just asking about the weather.

“I dunno,” Bradley mutters uncomfortably, returning his attention to the road.

You look up at him abruptly and he throws you a brief glance; just long enough to see the concern on your face. “Think about it,” you suggest.

Bradley sighs, making a concentrated effort to check his blind spot before switching lanes – like driving could distract him from this conversation. Why doesn’t he have a girlfriend? He’s never really thought about it so, clearly, it hasn’t been at the top of his priority list. “The last girlfriend I had was in college. Didn’t last long, either,” he says, hoping this might appease your curiosity enough for you to change the subject.

“Hmm.”

He looks over at you again, wondering what you’re thinking. Wondering if you might consider this little detail a red flag. “I haven’t really met anyone I wanted to spend all my time with,” he says. Until now.

“Interesting,” you muse, leaning back into your seat as though you’re satisfied with this response.

“Is it?” Bradley asks, his gaze inadvertently coasting over your bare thighs every time he glances at you.

You shrug mildly, your fingers once again toying with your bracelet.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Bradley asks, feeling temporarily bold.

“Mmm,” you deliberate, dropping your hands into your lap and slanting your head back against the headrest. “We’ll see.”

Bradley furrows his eyebrows, now watching you more than he’s watching the road. “What does that mean?”

“It means, we’ll see, sugar,” you respond absently. Then, suddenly, you spring up in your seat. “Apple orchard ahead!” you exclaim, pointing at the sign on the side of the interstate.

Bradley, more confused than ever, blinks between your outstretched arm, the billboard, and the road. “You want to pick apples?”

You give Bradley a look and say, “They’ll have pie!”

“Oh!” Bradley chuckles. “Say no more.” He makes a few lane changes so as not to miss the fast-approaching exit.

“We can have the pie for lunch,” you say, glancing at the clock on his dash.

“We can stop for lunch and then get pie,” Bradley proposes, hoping to once again enjoy the pleasure of your company at a restaurant.

You consider his offer and then counter with, “We can have some pie, then have lunch, and then have some more pie.”

Bradley laughs. “Sold.”

…

About an hour later, Bradley is sitting with you on a small dock overlooking a creek, the open pie box positioned in between the two of you.

“That’s a fresh pie,” you comment, sticking your fork into the flaky crust.

Bradley grins at the top of your head as you lean over the box to take a bite. For some reason, your obsession with pie supremely amuses him. “You’re fucking adorable,” he says before he can stop himself.

You freeze with the fork in your mouth and then slowly blink up at him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you sensually draw the fork out of your mouth and then lick it for good measure. Bradley nearly has a heart attack. You smirk at him playfully and then get to your feet. “You think?” you ask, as though you want to hear him say it again. You bend over slightly and lift your leg to remove a sandal.

Bradley watches you gracefully step out of your shoes while beads of sweat collect under the collar of his t-shirt. How could he have let that kind of thing slip?

“Fancy a dip, Rooster?” You eye him mischievously.

Bradley gulps as you bunch up your sundress, exposing more of your legs than he should ever get to see, and dip a toe into the water. The current bubbles around your foot.

“It’s cold!” you squeal, lifting your foot out of the water with a laugh.

Bradley chuckles, getting up as you hop in your excitement on the edge of the dock. “Careful,” he cautions, holding his arm out in case you fall. “Don’t slip.”

You plunge your whole foot into the water before promptly removing it with a splash and a yelp.

“Come on,” he says. “How cold can it be?”

You giggle, taking a hold of his arm as you once again lower your foot into the creek.

Bradley lets his hand close gently around your elbow, steadying you while your toe makes circles in the water.

“How deep do you think it is?”

And before Bradley has a chance to respond, you make your way to the bank and take several steps into the creek, squealing as you go. Bradley shakes his head with a laugh as you wade further in.

“What’re you waitin’ for, handsome?” you call to him when you’re about knee deep in the water.

Bradley, who’s pretty sure he’s going to be replaying that line in his head for the next week, strolls up the dock toward the bank. He slips off his shoes and stands on the slope for a moment, letting the water lap at his bare feet.

“It’s freezing, right?” you exclaim giddily.

Bradley shrugs as he finally enters the – admittedly frigid – water. “It’s nice,” he says. “Refreshing.”

You snort as he strides toward you and, when he’s close enough, you dip your hand into the water and splash him.

“Hey now,” he cautions. “Don’t start something you wouldn't want me to finish.” He’s deep enough now that the bottoms of his shorts are skimming the surface of the water.

You giggle and splash him again – harder this time.

Bradley shakes his head, lowering his hand into the water. “Just remember,” he says, “you asked for this.” And then he glides his hand along the surface, sending a cluster of water droplets in your direction.

You screech, covering your face and, not a moment later, start a boisterous aquatic attack, showering him with icy water and completely impairing his visual field. The skirt of your dress floats in the water like a lily pad as you retreat deeper into the creek.

Bradley, who’s now soaked from head to toe, peels off his t-shirt and tosses it onto the dock. Then, he follows you deeper. “You’ve been warned, princess,” he says, gathering a wave of water and sending it in your direction.

You scream as the giant splash drenches you entirely. You stand still for a moment, accepting your fate, and then you wrap your arms around your shoulders, shivering as you glance up at Bradley whilst water drips from the tip of your nose. “I’m all wet!” you shriek.

Bradley laughs, finally approaching you. “What did you expect?”

“That you’d let me win!”

Bradley eyes you with a smirk. “Let you win? Honey, you don’t know me at all.” Bradley can’t remember the last time in his life he’d used so many pet names, but, looking at you, they just keep rolling off his tongue.

You pout at him, your lashes dripping water every time you blink. “I’ll get you back when you least expect it,” you say.

Bradley chuckles. “Your lips are turning blue,” he says, noticing that your teeth are starting to chatter.

You let Bradley lead you out of the water and, once you’re back on the bank, you start to wring out the bottom of your sundress. The wet material sticks to your curves invitingly and Bradley begrudgingly looks away.

…

“Want me to drive for a while?” you ask, approaching the car.

Bradley looks over at you with an amused smirk as he pulls open the passenger door. “Nope,” he responds.

“You don’t trust me with your precious Bronco?” you ask playfully.

Bradley chuckles, shaking his head. “I just don’t mind driving.”

“Neither do I.” You shrug.

Bradley ponders for a moment before replying, “Next time.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Planning another road trip with me already?”

Bradley feels the unwelcome – but vexingly predictable – stutter of his heart as you continue to hold his gaze. He tightens his grip on the frame of the door he’s still holding open because he can’t very well sink his hands into you. Not only are you much younger than anyone Bradley’s ever dated, you’re also Hangman’s little sister, a reality so unfortunate that it almost feels contrived. Of all the girls in the world, why does he have to be so utterly infatuated with you? After a few seconds of – we’ll call it deliberate – silence, he grins. “If you’ll have me,” he says.

You smile. “Fun,” you say, drawing a little closer to the passenger door – a little closer to Bradley. “Where are we going?”

Bradley gulps uneasily. “Anywhere,” he says, his voice raspy and uneven.

You graze your teeth over your bottom lip and Bradley could swear that the heat of the afternoon sun is about to melt his very bones. “I’ve always wanted to take the scenic route to Alaska,” you muse, pursing your lips.

Bradley watches you unblinkingly. “Let’s go,” he says.

You let out a peal of laughter and slap him lightly on the chest. “Can you imagine?” you exclaim.

He can. “It’s a bit in the opposite direction,” he says somewhat ironically. “But anything’s better than the desert,” he concludes, slowly shifting his weight after standing very still for a very long time.

You smile at him sympathetically, as though you can tell he’s suffering greatly. “Rain check?” you ask softly.

Bradley, who is absolutely sure that there isn’t a single organ in his body left uncooked, comments facetiously, “Does it ever rain here?”

…

“Let’s stop for some coffee,” you say about half an hour after getting back on the road.

If Bradley didn’t know any better, he’d think you might be finding excuses to extend the trip. “With a pinch of salt?” Bradley teases you, but obediently merges onto the offramp.

“I’m thinking of switching majors,” you say quietly, as though you’re unsure whether you really want to share this information.

Bradley glances over at you as he pulls up to a red light. “Sounds like you might need something a little stronger than coffee.”

You snort loudly and then let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m thinking you might be right, darlin’.”

Bradley’s heart races as he pulls into the lot of the first bar he sees. Frequenting watering holes is absolutely on the list of things Bradley should not be doing with his colleague’s baby sister. But you seem like you need to get something off your chest. And Bradley can’t imagine a more ideal way to spend an evening.

The tavern is low-lit and crowded, and you shift slightly closer to his side upon entering. Bradley instinctively places a hand on your back, like it’s meant to be there or something. He guides you through the packed bar toward an empty table near the back and waves down a server before taking a seat across from you.

He slides you a cocktail menu and watches you peruse it without saying a word. When the server arrives, you order a paloma.

Bradley orders a whiskey neat and fixes you with a weighty look once the server departs. “You want to talk about it?” he asks.

You shrug. “We can.”

Bradley continues searching your face. “Do you want to?”

You sigh and look down into your lap. “Nobody knows yet,” you admit. “I’m halfway through my junior year so switching would really set me back.”

Bradley nods sympathetically. He knows all about being set back. “What are you thinking of switching to?”

“Psych,” you respond hesitantly.

Then the drinks arrive and you fall uncharacteristically silent. Bradley takes a sip of his whiskey while you down a quarter of your cocktail in one gulp. “You want my advice?” he asks. “Or are you just sharing?”

You meet his gaze distantly. “My parents are gonna flip shit,” you says monotonously, as if you haven’t even heard his question.

Bradley smirks at you. “It’s their job to overreact,” he says. “They just want to protect you.”

You absently run your finger around the rim of your glass. “My brother’s gonna question my judgement. Say I’m making a mistake.”

“Your brother has questionable judgement, himself,” Bradley points out.

You let out a small chuckle. “I wish I knew both outcomes before making a decision.”

Bradley could sure relate to that feeling. “Sometimes, you just have to go with your gut. It may not apply here, to be honest, but this guy I know – one of my superiors – he uh, he has this motto: ‘Don’t think, just do.’ I’m not saying yours has to be a split second decision. But, if it were, and you had to decide this minute, without weighing the consequences or talking it over with your family, what would you choose?”

You blink up at him soberly and state, “Naval Academy.”

Bradley’s eyes widen stupidly as he processes your words. “That” – he croaks, then clears his throat – “that’s not psychology.”

You suck in your cheeks and solemnly shake your head.

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muntitled · 2 months ago

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Rich Boyfriend Chronicles

Pairings: Zhong Chenle x Fem!Reader

Summary: You know how Chenle got when it comes to money. You know how he got when you spent it. More specifically, when you spent his money.

Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, So Slight!Toxic relationship, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Slight Angst, Jealousy (Weaponizing Jisung (sorry Jiji)), HighMaintenance!Reader, Hyperfem!Reader, Coercion, Smut (+18) mdni, Ownership kink, Needy!Chenle, Unprotected Sex, Premature Orgasm, Dom/Sub Themes, Dubious Consent, Drunk!Chenle, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Subspace

He wonders when you’ll arrive…

You were supposed to be here already. To save him from his friends and their incessant banter.

As Chenle watches the rain droplets running down the restaurant window, he suddenly wishes he never told you to go ahead and have your shopping day alone in the district. He brought you to his city and yet, you weren't even here to enjoy it with him.

But you had pleaded so prettily…

“It's not like I’m going away for good Chenle, I promise I'm just going to shop in the district for the day,” You were already interlocking your van cleef bracelet around your wrist (a bracelet that he bought) and Chenle had watched from his post sitting at the desk. The hotel room was already littered with Chenle's wires from the various gadgets he had set up. His PlayStation was plugged in the moment you two checked in.

“Besides, I'm sure you'll want to enjoy your day off before you're tied down with schedules for the rest of our stay here. Mark said promo in China would be no joke.”

Chenle had spent the morning of his day off consumed by a new video game, but at the sound of your departure, he lowered his headsets and swivelled in his chair to watch you. His eyes glazed over the sundress that hugged your body with my trepidation and much suspicion. His headphones hung lazily from his neck.

“Who’s taking you shopping?” He hoped his inquiry sounded less like a crazed control freak and more like innocent questioning.

A knowing kind of smile had blossomed across your face then as you stalked towards him with your hands behind your back.

“Why?” you tucked a stray braid behind your ear as you neared him, “You jealous?”

Chenle's body immediately tensed when you plopped yourself on your lap.

“Don't be stupid,” he hid behind his usual snark but you could feel his tense muscles shift underneath you. "We have dinner tonight with the others." He was significantly smaller in stature compared to the volume that accentuated your curves but his hands wrapped tentatively around your waist all the same. Chenle's eyes were wide as he looked up at you and his hands held a slight tremor as they rubbed feather light circles on your hips.

“Where did you even buy this bracelet?”

You froze on top of him. “uh, church-”

“They sell van cleef necklaces at church?”

“W-Well..." you swallow thickly, your arms encircling around his neck. "It was a sale! Yes, a church sale, the money's going to charity! Praise the lord-”

“The only charity my money is going to is to you.” he buries his face into your neck and you squirm when he wiggles his finger into your side, eliciting a wave of giggles.

“Who's taking you shopping?” He asked again.

“Well, you are, Chenle,” Your words barely registered in his fogged up bain because you were bending down now, and your lips were tickling the side of his ear as your left hand drifted down his clothed torso, “This is my first time in Beijing,” Your whispers sent the boy hurtling into that very primal part of his brain that was only filled with one thought and one thought alone.

“You want me to have a good time, don't you? That's why you invited me?” Chenle's brain had been reduced to mush and his grip on reality was fumbling by the minute. All he could think about was your hand lining his boxers.

“Yea-” his voice cracks and he lifts his hips ever so slightly, trying to steer your hand to the right place, “You want me to have a good time on this trip right?”

You were absolutely diabolical. Watching his eyes flutter shut as the Beijing sun drifted through the curtains, extenuating every needy twitch along his visage.

In complete vulnerablility he said, “Yeah,” he whispered again, “Fuck, I’ll give you anything, I’ll do anything, just… carry on-” The smirk on your face grew until you were swiping your palm over the hard bulge in his sweatpants only momentarily before you drifted your hand to his left pocket. The little amount of contact was enough to have Chenle raggedly exhaling as his hips stuttered and a rash shiver wracked through his spine.

You sit back up again, on your haunches, still seated on his lap with his wallet dangling from your fingers.

“Shopping allowance, please and thank you,” You hand him the wallet with a cheeky smile and a bowed head.

Chenle rolls his eyes, turning his head to stare out at the Beijing metropolitan beyond. His whisper is starkly incredulous as he mumbles a quiet “This Girl…”

“Quick,” you had urged, now bouncing in silent anticipation as you waited for him to hand over what it is you needed. In that very second, Chenle's hand digs into your hip. “Don't do that,” his fingers dug into your hips, immediately stopping your excited bounce, “Or you’re really not going shopping,”

In hindsight, Chenle should have perhaps withheld his card and forced you on this dinner with friends. However, he also couldn't deny the very suspicious ache in his gut that curled and coiled during these times when you needed him. It makes his head dizzy with lust.

He wished he didn't let you go.

Despite the hushed cacophony filling the Dim Sum restaurant, Chenle cannot help but think his table is the loudest of them all. Haechan and Jeno’s back-and-forth does nothing to allay that slight trickle of embarrassment that crawls up the back of Chenle's neck and he lightly rubs his face with both hands, wanting nothing more than to sink into the restaurant's leather seats. He raises his phone, perfectly content with tapping away at his social media while they bickered around him.

"You're gonna cover our bill.” Jeno says very sternly as the bottom of his beer glass hits the wooden table. His lips are pursed as he swallows his drink, but his eyes are dead serious. “Jaemin covered it in Copenhagen.” Jeno's finger prods at his chest hidden under a thick fleece sweater, “I did Rotterdam. You're covering the bill, Haechan.” Jeno rarely had to say anything above an unreasonable volume, and Chenle was much the same in that regard. When Jeno said something the first time, people usually listened. He rarely had to speak up for a second time but Chenle supposed that was why God made Haechan. To infuriate Jeno.

Chenle sinks further in his seat as he immediately scrolls into your chat. He types his ‘Where are you?’ with the urgency of a broken man and he frowns when you don't respond within the immediate minute.

Chenle did not like that.

He much preferred you when you were messaging him compulsively, especially when the two of you found yourselves apart.

Your text arrives, but not soon enough.

[17:21, You] Are you having a good time, baby?

[17:22, Chenle] No, Haechan and Jeno are acting like hooligans in front of everyone and Jisung thinks I don't notice him leaning over my shoulder to read this text.

Chenle looks up at the boy next to him, a very unimpressed deadpan painted across his face.

[17:30, You] Tell Jiji I say hi

[17:30, Chenle] No.

“Tell her I said Hi back,” Jisung whispers. He winces, not even a second later, grabbing his arm and lightly cradling the spot where Chenle just shoved him.

“Ah!” Haechan hollers from across the table, “Kids, no fighting-”

“Focus on paying the bill.” Jeno mumbles.

Chenle doesn't look up from your chat as his hands suffocate the little digital box. He's breathing heavily, suddenly uncomfortable with this little hypothetical crush you have on Jisung. He knew you were joking to piss him off. You knew that he knew you were joking to piss him off, but Chenle still rolls his eyes anyway. He tucks his chin into his hoodie as he grumbles.

[17:39, Chenle] I'd seriously rather be here with you

[17:40, You] Aww babe I miss you too

[17:40, Chenle] How much?

[17:41,You] Like… Alot, Idk?

[17:42, Chenle] Show me

[17:42, You] Show you what?

[17:43, Chenle] How much you miss me

[17:44, You] i'm still trying on dresses if you wanna see

Chenle's eyes widen slightly as a zap of excitement strikes through his stomach. He quenches his dry mouth with his beer.

Meanwhile, this round has continued to go unpaid with Haechan, ever the stubborn bull.

Almost immediately, a Facetime call lights up his screen and Chenle immediately rises from his seat, scooting out of the booth and heading straight for the bathroom.

"Okay, well I don't feel like paying for anyone's food," Haechan folds his arms in defiance and juts his nose up to the sky, all while turning his head very smugly.

It's the last thing Chenle hears before he's answering your facetime as he slinks into one of the bathroom stalls.

His phone is lowered, his brows furrowed in frustration. All of that eases away however, the second your face is projected onto his screen. From the mess in the background he can see you're back at the hotel.

The way his heart skips a beat at the sight of you should've been incredibly embarrassing but Chenle doesn't care, because you've propped the phone on a shelf, giving him a more-than-perfect view of the dress you were trying on.

“How’s my little monster doing?” You ask distractedly as you zipped up the dress. Chenle wishes he was there to help you zip it back down. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend wasn't in the business of appearing like a lovesick puppy. He only leans his back against the stall as he says, “Where are you? I thought you'd be here by now?”

“You actually believed I'd willingly want to have dinner with your friends?” You give him an unimpressed look as you throw your braids over your shoulder, admiring the cocktail dress in the mirror.

“There's only so much flirting from Jaemin I can handle, Chenle-”

“Jaemin's the reason you ditched m- wait.” Chenle murmurs distractedly as he brings the phone closer to his face. You watch with a smirk as he says, “Turn around.” You do as he says, turning slowly to show him how this particular design snuggly around your curves. His breathing is heavy.

“I look good, right?”

In classic Chenle fashion, he skirts past your fishing for a compliment to directly say, “That looks expensive.”

“But I look so pretty.”

“Take it off-” there's an urgency in his voice that fuels you with an immense sense of power. You knew it was a good dress. It's better than good. The manner in which the sweetheart neckline dipped was anything but innocent, and you knew Chenle would like it.

“Why don't you come take it off for me?”

A wispy curse drifts out of his mouth as he throws his head back against the wall before he says. “I'll be there soon.”

Chenle is rushing out the bathroom as he pockets his phone, carelessly swerving past the other tables in search of his own.

The bickering has yet to cease. He's so happy you're saving him.

“And where are you going?” Renjun asks with a frown on his face.

“The hotel.” Is all Chenle says as he slips on his letterman jacket. Below him, Jisung blushes a deep red, Having clearly understood the implication of Chenle's words.

"You're a child."

"I'll be a child." Comes Haechan's rebuttal, "A child that's not covering the bill-"

Chenle observes this as he stands before the table, ready to head out.

"Jesus, stop being kids!" Chenle finds his voice somewhere amongst the rubble of the conversation. "'I’ll cover this round, just stop fighting, God-”

Chenle's hand is already reaching into his denim jeans, patting idly for his wallet.

“Would you look at that,” Jeno says, sending Haechan the deadliest glare he could muster, “An actual adult.”

“Doesn't Chenle's dad like… Own the city?” Haechan deadpans, “So I expected him to pay anyway-”

This statement only brought about a fresh conflict, which Chenle disrupts with his slightly deflated interjection.

“Uh… guys…” One by one, they all snap their eyes towards him and Chenle's shoulders sag. A sheepish kind of smile crinkles Chenle's eyes.

“One of you are gonna have to cover the bill- I don't have my card,”

“Why don't you have your card?” comes Jisung's interjection before Mark slips in, “That's very irresponsible of you-”

Chenle was already giving them a farewell salute before turning his back on the table.

He's typing hurriedly across the screen of his phone, already ordering an Uber.

“Just charge the bill to my room,” he tells the man stationed at the front of the house. They exchanged the necessary details before he's off.

You know how Chenle got when it comes to money. You know how he got when you spent it. More specifically, when you spent his. You're not sure where that kind of desire came from, perhaps from some part of his brain that wanted to take care of you.

Since you last spoke, you've been seated idly on the bed with jittery nerves, your nails tapping against the water bottle. The relics of your shopping spree sit idly in the corner and you watch yourself idly in the mirror. It's a floor-to-ceiling that sat directly adjacent to the bed.

You're nervous. That much is clear. Bubbling just beneath the surface, however, is sheer excitement.

The ice cold water flowing down your throat had done little in quelling the heat that had ignited along the expanse of your skin. Everything feels too tight suddenly. This tiny cocktail you had slipped into, suddenly feels like a fucking torture chamber. Even your braids feel tight in their high ponytail. You need to get rid of it.

[18:03, Chenle] Open the door

You've already zipped the dress down when his notification flashes across your screen. Your feet are muted against the carpet as you open the door.

Your boyfriend stands on the other side of the threshold, dressed in his simple grey sweatpants and letterman jacket. A single gold chain glimmers from the fluorescents.

“We answer the door naked now?” He raises his eyebrows, hair damp with rain as he asses you in nothing but your lace underwear.

“Well I was undressing when you arrived-” Your words immediately drown under the weight of the kiss that Chenle crashes against your lips. He immediately crowds you by the doorway, pushing the door shut with his foot as he pushes you up against the wall, his tall frame hunching over yours. His hands greedily sink into your hips and his jaw is tight as he peppers kisses everywhere.

He kisses you desperately, and fervently, it barely registers when he's pulling away.

“Thought I told you to keep the dress on.” He's rubbing dizzying circles against your cheek as you look up at him with hazy eyes.

He wanted to fucking eat you alive.

“You were taking too long,” you pat his hand still firmly on your cheek, “Take your shoes off.” You lightly coax him out of his sneakers before smiling up at him with your lopsided swollen lips and smeared lipstick. Your hand interlocks into his as you lead him deeper into the apartment and he follows like a limp piece of skin, a helpless puppy with no sense of direction other than your safe navigation. “You have lipstick on your face,” You giggle before leading you both deeper into the hotel suite.

“I don't care-” Chenle says, before immediately setting his eyes on the myriad bags sitting idly in a corner. All sorts of labels were affirmed on the cardboard faces of each bag and Chenle looked back at you. You at least had the gall to appear sheepish, wrapping your arms around your exposed stomach like a child awaiting her scolding.

“Who possibly needs this many clothes?” There's a scolding edge to Chenle's voice as he shakes off his letterman jacket. He walks closer towards you. Your heart rate picks up as you avoid eye contact. Choosing instead to keep your gaze on Chenle's chest, which, almost far more harrowing, is being covered by a thin compression shirt. He looked borderline edible.

Your panties are drenched at the very sight of him.

The frown on Chenle's face is teasing, as he locks his hands behind his back, only waltzing closer and closer. His eyes narrow.

You're tripping backwards onto the bed, appearing even smaller underneath a looming, Chenle. He must be drunk.

You're tilting your head up at him, “How much did you and your friends have to dri-”

“Are you already wet?” That sentence alone allows you to conclude quite quickly that Chenle and his friend did, in fact, have a lot to drink. He licks his lips before descending on you until he's hovering slightly above you with his single chain dangling just above your head. There was no concrete way to deal with confident, drunk Chenle, you just sort of, had to take it all in stride until he was sober enough to be embarrassed about his forwardness.

You try to wiggle yourself out from under his frame but Chenle was already beginning to leave wet kisses on your neck, licking and sucking at the skin while producing the most obscene sounds known to man. He groans when he slots his hips between your steepeled legs. He lowers his hips to yours, dragging his clothed dick along the surface of your cunt and you moan involuntarily.

"Greedy, Greedy girl," he whispers, still burying his head between your neck as he humps against your clothed core. Your hips stutter upwards on their own accord, your jaw locked far too tight.

"Spending all my money like that-" he scolds, shaking his head in dismay.

"M'sorry," his snickers has your lips forming into a small pout.

"You're not sorry," his lips are inches from yours, "You're just gonna do it again-"

"-and again, and again..." you bio at his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.

Chenle's arms grow weak. "Shit-" he lets his hand slip between your legs as he continues with his face buried in your collarbone, exposing you to the fresh, oceanic scent of his shampoo as his lips begin to lick over your clothed breasts.

“I need you wet-” he mumbles, “Don't think I can waste time on foreplay tonight, pretty girl.”

You unconsciously lift your hips higher, immediately mystified by his ministrations. A slight gasp wrenches itself from your throat when your cunt meets his spindly fingers.

“Chenle-”

You're lying supine on the Clarifornia king bed and Chenle hovers above you. Fully clothed while you're almost naked. His hand is digging into the sheets beside your head as he hovers over you. Chenle's body acts as a great big shield, hiding you away from the city lights bleeding through the floor to ceiling windows.

“Condom,” you begin to say but your words are already escaping you and you're drifting off into fuzzy, foggy subspace. “Le- we needa-”

He shuts you up with a small peck on the lips, unbeknownst to you, he's already pulling his cock out and positioning the head right at your weeping entrance. “It'll be quick.” he says with a second kiss, “I'll pull out, I promise.” He's already swiping away your panties, exposing your weeping cunt to the warm air.

“B-But you're intoxicated- holy fuck!” He slowly eases the head of his cock through your folds and the lubrication from both your arousal aids in making the process less painful but certainly not less uncomfortable. “F-Fuck-’

“I'm your boyfriend,” Chenle breathes out as he pushes his cock further in, “You're not exactly taking advantage of me.”

Unable to stop himself from slamming his cock in, Chenle winces at the tight grip your cunt has him in. He needed this so fucking badly. He needed your warmth, your presence. The world seemed completely and utterly meaningless when you were there to provide meaning for him.

“Fuck, you're so tight, you're so tight, so, so tight-”

You're a whimpering drooling mess underneath him, with your head rolled to the side, eyes half lidded in ecstasy as Chenle made avid use of your body with his deep strokes that only grew more and more rough. “Fucking, fuck-”

“J-Just like that, - please don't stop-'' your breath is knocked out of you the deeper he goes and the discomfort quickly bleeds into pleasure. A pleasure so profound you're arching your back for him, forcing his cock deeper. Chenle's grunts turn into a slew of tiny, pathetic whimpers and you unconsciously squeeze around him as he bullies his cock further and further into your soaking cunt.

“You're making such a big mess, you know that?” You could feel it. Your wetness was seeping into the linen underneath you and all you could do was whimper silently, bottom lip protruding as you took every bit of everything he had to give.

“Quick,” he keeps whispering in his light-as-a-feather voice, “Y-You want me to fill you up, huh?” Chenle's mind is completely clouded with lust and ruts into you deeper and deeper, his pelvis brushing against your puffy clit.

“You wanna sit here with my cum leaking out of your cunt baby-” You're gasping, trying to wriggle your torso up.

“Chenle! You said you wouldnt-”

“For the fantasy, baby,” he places a reassuring kiss against your lips before parting those lips as he hits a particularly deep spot inside. “I-Its for the fantasy baby, relax.” You're both breathing into each other’s mouth. The coldness of his chains hits your chin in intervals and you're both sure that you might die of overstimulation. “You're so much work, you know that? So much fucking work-”

“Chenle I'm gonna cum-” You could feel your orgasm wanting to snap and your words only spurred him on quicker, “Fuck, me too-”

“Oh God, you feel so good,” His eyes were squeezed shut, so completely lost in his own pleasure that he barely registered you slipping into your own orgasm. All Chenle could feel was your cunt tightening around him before he nearly spilled inside of you.

“Fuck! Oh- fuck-” Chenle's clumsily grabs ahold of his cock already spurting cum before he's milking the rest out over your stomach “Jesus- FUCK!” it was the loudest you ever heard him and your chest rises and falls as you watch Chenle make a complete mess of you as if you truly were nothing more than an object. His object

“F-Fuck,” Chenle slumps over beside you but not before dragging you in by his side. It's like he wanted to live in your skin.

“I can't believe you came inside me.”

“didn't mean it,” He says, before nuzzling into your neck, already drifting off to a land where you never ever left him, even for a moment.

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luveline · 6 months ago

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I need more Hotch x teacher PLEASE, I’ll take anything 😭🙏🏻

Mr. Hotchner —call me Aaron, he always says, because he’s a bully— walks across the school grounds with his son stuck to him.

According to your colleagues, Jack used to be more outgoing. Not extroverted, but friendly, with many friends and lots to say. But after the passing of his mother a few years ago he’s become a quieter child. It’s not uncommon to see him glued to his father or his Aunt Jess before school.

You tuck your hands in your cardigan against the early summer morning chill. “Hello,” you greet as the Hotchners approach. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Aaron says. His smile is a rare and lucrative sight; whenever he smiles at you like this, as though you’re some wonder he’s happened upon accidentally, it betters your whole day.

“Good morning, Jack,” you say, a gentle prompt to see what mood he’s in.

“Hi.”

“Hi, buddy. You got your reading diary filled out?” you ask.

“Yeah. Me and dad read Marlo again, I hope that’s okay.”

You bend just a bit to be smaller, “You can read anything you want to.”

“Dad says so too.”

You and Aaron share a look. “Dad’s always right, huh?”

Jack nods emphatically. Aaron edges a half step closer to you, looking as though his hand is itching where he’s tucked it in his coat pocket. There’s something in it, you realise. He pulls it out and offers it to you covertly.

“You left this behind,” he says.

It’s one of your bracelets. You open your palm and let him tip the bracelet into your hand, curling your fingers closed, but not before the brush of his thumb has made you miss it against your cheek.

“Oh, wow, I assumed I lost it.”

“No… it must have fallen down between my bed and the nightstand.”

You glance around, not as covert as you wish you were. It’s not that you and Aaron can’t date, but you perhaps shouldn’t, and besides that things are so new between you that it isn’t anyone else’s business either way. Plus, you have Jack to think about. He doesn’t know you’re seeing his father yet.

You smile gratefully and tuck the bracelet into your pocket. “Thank you.”

“Jack!” a blonde little girl called Sadie races up to you all and smiles wide. “Do you want to come and play with me? I want to try cartwheels before we go in.”

Jack looks up at Aaron, who nods and leans down. He kisses his unwrinkled forehead. “I should be going soon. Be good today, okay?”

Jack says his love yous as he jogs away with Sadie, his lunchbox forgotten in Aaron’s hands. “Want me to take it?” you ask.

“Oh, yes. Please, honey, if you don’t mind.”

Again, his hand brushes yours as he hands it over, his skin a reminder that he’s touched you now, and kindly, gentle fingertips trailing down your back as you dozed with your face against his chest. He’s so… perfect, in a way, such a caring person, you’ve never felt like this about someone. His proximity makes you wish you could go home with him now or follow him to work. It’s an achy feeling without being sore.

“I never mind.” You watch him carefully as you talk, “It’s nice to get to see you every morning.”

“It would be even nicer if we could’ve had the whole morning together,” he says agreeably, fondly. “Did you check your calendar for me? How are things looking next weekend?”

“Very open for nice men who bring me jewellery.”

“Don’t start,” he says quietly, his hand twitching toward yours, “or I’ll blow our cover.”

“I wish you could.”

“Me too, honey. I’m going to talk with Jack about it again this weekend.” He beams. “I wonder if he’ll change his tune this time.”

When Aaron brought up the idea of you and him together to Jack, it had been as a simple hypothetical: How would you feel if me and Miss L/N wanted to be friends, Jack?

He was ecstatic. Then we can see her all the time! he’d said. Aaron’s next port of call is to introduce the g-word.

You and Aaron meet eyes, looking at one another, his hand creeping closer and closer to your side. He takes the end of your cardigan into his hand and feels it between his fingers, the slight touch, slightest movement of the fabric against your shoulder sending a shudder down your arms and chest.

“Can I see you tonight?” he asks.

“You aren’t busy?” you ask, surprised.

“Of course I am, I always am. But I think I have to see you.”

Oh, you have to, you could tease. But you really need to see him too. “Just text me when you want me and I’ll be there,” you say, looking away from him toward the children and their racing.

You’re glad you aren’t looking at him when he next speaks. “I always want you, but I have to go. Have a good day, honey, alright?”

Jack’s lunchbox creaks in your hand. A funny soft kiss would be nice here, his smile pressed to yours. Maybe one day you’ll get one out in the open. “Thank you. Have a good day, too, Aaron,” you say, only looking up at him when you’re sure he’s crossed the school grounds to the parking lot.

He looks back over his shoulder to you twice.

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blondieeu · 9 months ago

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hotpink. toji f.

cw: nastyy.

head is filled with nothing but toji fucking you like a little slut in your hyper pink bedroom and some k-pop song you liked playing in the background.

like how did toji, this fucking jacked scary life guard with jet black hair, tattoos and also twice your size you met while you were volunteering to pass out lemonade at a public pool in your cutest little summer outfit, end up in your pretty pink room?

..let alone knee deep into your pretty pink pussy?

i mean everything was pink. walls, bedframe, carpet, your vanity, even the god damn door was fucking pink with even more pink sparkles on it! even small pink stuffies scattered across your bed.

even toji himself doesn't really know how he ended up here, not that hes complaining. one minute hes getting off from volunteer hours, deciding to just go over and grab a lemonade. next, the cute girl at the stand is flirting with him?? bending over in her pretty jean skirt and eating that lollipop a little too intimately.

"why dont you come home with me?.. show me some more of your..swimming skills ...... "

so.. here he was. he fucked you with his arm around your neck, a headlock. his heavy balls hitting your cunny harshly with every thrust he gave you. your pretty nails scratching at his muscles while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"you fuckin' stupid? think you can jus' say slick shit like that and think you wont be handled? hm?"

toji raised his arm with your head in it so he could see your face in the mirror across from the bed. your mascara was ruined with hot tears running down your face. the sparkly lip gloss you had on earlier smeared all over your mouth as well as his, even your lashes all messy from when he spit in your face a couple minutes ago.

your mouth opened to respond but it was like a moan was stuck in your throat and all you could do was look at him. your eyes teary and nose runny.

"answer me, i wanna hear it."

"n-o.. m' so sorr-yyyy"

a shit eating grin grew on his lips, letting your head fall into the comforter so you could breathe a little better while he focused on where on your back he was gonna push to fuck you at a better angle.

its like you could feel your brain spinning in your head. what could you even focus on right now?! how you could feel the veins in his cock sliding against your walls? how big his hands feel whenever he grabs at your love handles? how loud he's grunting and how it sounded with your favorite song playing in the back? it was just so much.

you bit the comforter to stop yourself from getting too loud, yelping into it when he slapped your ass and pulled your hips harder against him, trying your best to keep up with his ruthless pace.

the charms on your bracelets making noise while they tried to grab everything they could, knowing not to even try to reach back and stop him cus' he'd just pin them to your back and use them as leverage.

maybe you should start going for scary guys more often..

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blondieeu xx

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rafesplaymate · 4 months ago

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Rafe having caught his dads maid stealing

He gives her two options :a) he can tell ward or b) he can f ck her unprotected whenever he wishes

Rafe Cameron x Maid!Reader

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warnings: smut. p in v. breeding kink. toxic behaviors (blackmail, manipulation). power imbalances/ dynamics. degradation. classist ideology.

a/n: i love sleazy frat boy rafe

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“Well, well would ya look at this. I could take you for a desperate whore, but I didn’t take you for a desperate little thief.” Mocked Rafe, watching as the little housemaid his father hired looked at him with wide eyes. The diamond tennis bracelet Ward bought for Rose that he hid in his office just about to slip into her bra. He’s so fucking glad he decided to snoop on the little kitten that’s been slinking around his home, tidying up in the skimpiest outfits with her ass always showing and tits always ready to burst out. Leaving her sweet perfume scent in every corner and invading his senses every time he passes through. Safe to say she’s been the picture he fucks his hand to almost every night, imagining her laid out in his sheets or bent over Ward’s desk as he pounds into her hole and breaks it in for his cock. He’s definitely taking the opportunity to make that happen, her falling right into the palm of his hand.

Rafe watches as her pretty eyes fill with tears, her long faux lashes making them look so damn erotic. He wants to see her cry; he wants to make her cry. Not because he’s caught her steal but he’ll revel in the little opportunity anyway. “Raf-Mr. Cameron please,” she begged, the expensive bracelet gripped in her hand before she sets it gently down on the wooden desk. “I’m-m’so sorry please don’t tell your father.” She cries to him, tears now running down her cheeks and ruining her dewey makeup as Rafe’s gaze cuts into her. His eyes darkening at her pathetic display, he’s gonna have a load of fun with this.

He stalks from the door entrance around Ward’s desk to her slowly. Like a predator who knows he’s about to catch his prey, ready to devour her whole as she shrinks under his intimidating gaze. Sick smirk displayed on his handsome face as he stops in front of her. She bends her head down as tears fall from her eyes onto the floor. She’s so fucked, she knows it. She just couldn’t help herself! It was so pretty! She’d never be able to afford it on her salary and someone like Rose didn’t deserve to have such a nice piece of jewelry. She envies their lifestyle, every time she comes to work all she can think about is what she’d do just to have a taste of this life. It’s everything compared to her nothing of a shack back on the Cut.

Rafe grabs her by the jaw, forcing her face to look back into his as he lowly tells her, “look at me.” He watches as her scared eyes look into his, worry and anxiety swirling around them and her long lashes now clumped with tears. She whimpers under his grasp and gaze, her hands coming to fist in his polo as he smirks down at her. She can see the lust displayed in his eyes; she can see the way he wants to devour her whole. Rafe is the prettiest boy she’s ever seen, no doubt about it. He’s only a couple years older than her and sometimes when she’s in bed laying awake at night she slips a hand between her legs with him in mind. “Shh, don’t cry,” he whispers lowly, squeezing her cheeks to squish her perfect lips. The glittery gloss she had slathered on them making her pout look so enticing he wants to kiss her and shove his cock down her throat all the same.

“What’s the matter, huh? Don’t like being caught? Don’t like me knowing what a dirty little thief you are?” He mocks, the whimper she let out as she began to shake her head side to side making his cock throb painful in his khaki shorts. “No? You’re really trying to lie to me right now? Right after I caught you trying to sneak that very expensive bracelet into your bra like some easy bought whore? You must think I’m fucking stupid, baby. But fuck- if ya ain’t so goddamn beautiful.” He drawled the last part, squeezing her cheeks together even harder and watching as drool began to leave her lips and drip down her chin. What he does next makes the heat building inbetween legs almost intolerable.

Rafe brings his tongue out, licking the drool that dripped down her chin with the tip of it all the way to her lips. Pressing a soft kiss after and smirking when she whines and flutters her eyes, manicured hands fisting tighter in his shirt as she leans her body into him. He chuckles before telling her what he has planned. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I either tell my dad that our sexy little maid has been stealing from him, because god knows this isn’t the first time.” She whines louder at that, pushing her fist into his abdomen and she begins trying to plead. Her whining incessant and making Rafe remove his grip on her face to smack her cheek slightly. “Hey! Ssh! Listen to me or else you won’t like what happens.” He threatened her, voice low and nasally as his large frame towers over her. She subdues and submits, one more sad whimper falling from her lips as her eyes show her submission. His grip returning to her cheeks.

“Atta girl, that’s what I like to see. Already such a girl good f’me.” He rewards her with a soft, yet longer peck to her lips as her eyes flutter close from his touch. This is all she’s ever wanted and even if the way she’s getting it scares her to no end about the future of her stability she falls into the dark hole that is Rafe Cameron all too willingly. He pulls back, eyes having stared at her the whole time. Satisfaction settling deep in his chest at her willingness to submit to him. He’s most definitely using it to his advantage. He’d be an idiot not to, she’s everything he wants and he’s gonna have her one way or another. “Your second option is letting me fuck that little cunt, however I want. Wherever I want. Anytime I want it. I won’t tell my dad and you’ll get some good orgasms out of it. Whaddya say?” But he already knew the answer, he could see the resolve settling deep in her eyes. Her head nodding immediately as she leans forward to hopefully capture his lips with hers. All he wants to do is fuck her and she gets to keep her job? It’s a win-win in her mind, making money while fucking the finest boy on the island.

Rafe chuckles at her eagerness, holding her in place with the grip on her face as he shakes his head mockingly and tuts at her. Little did she know he didn’t want to just fuck her, he wants to fill her up over and over again till that little tummy swells with him. He wants to own her, keep her under his thumb. He knows what she wants, she wants everything he can provide for her and he’s more than willing to do it. Someone as precious as her doesn’t deserve living on the Cut —no. She deserves to be showered in luxury and decked out in the crème de la crème. He’ll give everything to her, the one exception he’s willing to make when it comes to a Pogue. He’s gonna make her the sexiest little Kook, ‘cause regardless of where she comes from he knows she got it deep in her blood.

“One more thing,” he small smirk turning into a wide, sick smile as he holds her gaze. She hangs onto every word he’s saying, waiting for him to continue. “You’re gonna let me fuck you raw. Wanna feel every inch of that tight little cunt and m’gonna fill you up so much it sticks. You got that?” His words leave her stunned, she’s not on birth control and she stuck on the way he said he wants to make it ‘stick.’ He can’t possibly mean? I mean.. what other way could she ensure that all this luxury ends up in her lap. It’s the perfect opportunity to milk him for all he’s worth and she’d be stupid to waste it. She nods her head as much as she can in his grasp, Rafe’s satisfaction morphing into triumph. Her knew her little gold-digging ass wouldn’t waste the opportunity he’s giving her. He’s gonna make good use of her compliance that’s for sure.

He chuckles at her and smacks her cheek once more, grabbing her and pulling her face to his as her dominates her mouth with his and shoves his tongue down her throat. Pulling back after a minute or so as a string of their mixed saliva stretched erotically between their lips. “Mhm, that’s what I thought.” He says with complete confidence, letting her face go and moving his hands to grip her pert ass in her small little spandex shorts. He smacks her ass harshly with one hand, burying his face in her throat as she leans her head back and allows him to press rough kisses to her skin while her hands fisted in his shirt release and reach around his back to pull him in closer. Moaning while he gropes her and licks a long strip up her neck, then chin to her lips smothering them with his own once more. He pulls backs then turns them around quickly, him now in her previous place as her turns her back to face him and shoves her forward. Smacking her ass once more as he tells her ..

“Alright. Get to my room, want you naked and on the bed by the time I get there.”

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“Can-can’t! No more! Da-daddy no more!” She cries out, tears soaking his sheets while he pounds into her from behind. Rafe’s standing at the edge of the bed while gripping her hips. He’s holding her up, her lower half lifted with his strength as he manipulates her on his dick. Her upper half flat on the bed as she cries into the mattress. They’ve been going at it for hours, he’s grateful no one’s been home all day because with the way she’s screaming he’s sure they can even hear her back on the Cut. The sheets are soaked from the amount of times he’s made he cum, the last few times he managed to make her squirt a waterfall. Mixing with all the cum he’s fucked into her that’s now dripping down her thighs and squelching around his dick. His stomach and thighs still wet from her arousal and his balls dripping with them. It was all so fucking good.

“Shut up.” He growls at her, he meant it when he said however he wanted. He meant it when he said he wants it to stick. He’s addicted to her pussy, her body and everything about her. She feels so much better than he imagined. Her perfume mixed with her natural scent is driving him insane, every ridge and piece of skin under his fingertips feels like it’s meant to be in his hands. “Told you, I want it stick. So you’re gonna keep taking this dick.” He groaned out to her, pounding into her abused cunt even harder and watching as his cum mixed with hers created a milky ring at the base of his dick. His trimmed bush soaked from their love-making, strings of their arousal clinging everytime he pulls back. A deep smirk settles on his face as he realizes he’s branded her from the inside.

She’s crying and squeaking from every harsh thrust, she feels utterly broken in and her mind has thoughts of only him. He’s fucked her dumb and she can’t imagine doing anything else except taking his dick for the rest of her life. She’d known he was a good fuck if the bragging from Kook girls she’s heard at bonfires on the Cut was anything to go by. She feels so happy she’s finally getting a taste of it and she wants to cry at the thought of never getting it again. One of the hands that she used to gripped the sheets reaching back as she desperately seeks his affectionate, praying he intertwines his fingers with hers.

Rafe cooes at her flailing hand knowing exactly what she’s seeking and deciding to take pity on her. He immediately pulls out and shushes her whine at the empty feeling before manhandling her to lay on her back, immediately getting on his knees on the bed with his thighs spreading her legs out and pounds back into her with a sickening squelch. She reaches one hand behind her to grip the sheets while the other begins tapping against his pelvis to make him take pity on her. Hah! Like he’d ever do that.

“You’re crying for me to be nice to you and now you’re trying to stop Daddy’s kindness?” He tsked at her before grabbing her hand that was tapping at his stomach and intertwining their fingers, pressing her hand into the mattress above her had while her other one comes to scratch down his tanned back. Rafe leans down to give her soft pecks to her face as he grinds into her in hard, yet slow strokes. Her whines turning into mewls as she spreads her legs wider and welcomes the new speed. “Yeah, m’little slut just needed to be treated nicely, huh? S’alright baby I forget little girls like you need their Daddy’s to be sweet.” He cooes at, his chest pressed to hers as her grinds into her nice and slow. He thinks this is the perfect time to tell her everything he’s been planning since she agreed to be his.

“After this, m’gonna move you in here. Don’t care what my father or Rose or whoever else has anything to say. M’gonna give you everything you want, gonna give you the life you’ve been waiting for.” He stops himself to let out a long drawn groan when she clenches even tighter at his words, her legs wrapping around him as the hand scratching down his back moves up to grip his his stringy strands of hair that are damp with sweat. Her lowered eyes looking into his and hanging onto every word with her long lashes clumped together from all the tears she shed, biting her swollen lips as she urges him to continue.

“Yeah, yeah. Meant it, baby. Meant everything about making it stick. Wanted you from the moment I saw you, and now I finally have you and m’not letting go. Gonna take you out the Cut and bring you where you rightfully belong. With me and spoiled.” She moans out at that and lifts her head up to close the distance between them, shoving her tongue in his mouth which is welcomed by him. Showing him how grateful she is, how much she wants that. She used the hand that was in his hair to wrap around his back and use it as leverage to push herself up and keep their chest pressed together as she begins fucking herself onto his dick. Her reaction to his words saying everything he needed to know.

“No more cleaning houses, baby. One day this is gonna be all ours. Just you n’me.”

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a/n: i use to clean houses + offices so this hit home tbh. wish i had a sexy rich boy to save me from it ahhh! enjoy! pls send in more request! i’m getting to the ones i have ASAP —just so busy with school & work!

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evilminji · 1 year ago

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You know... >.>

My Dad always used to tell me, if I get a Genuine Genie(tm)? Get a lawyer first. Before I make my Wishes(tm), so they can help me word them correctly.

Obviously, a human lawyer would not be foolproof... BUT! What about a Ghost Lawyer?

Like? Obviously Desiree would be PISSED. How DARE you twist HER wish twisting! Her THING is "what you believe is your heart's desire always comes at a terrible cost" which is what she DIED to learn.

So obviously she would NEVER, willingly, bend her Obsession for ANYONE. And you'd have to make a DAMN good case to that Lawyer for why he ISNT breaking the law by helping you. Probably some "you can: save the life of an unconscious person against their will/shove an unobservant person OFF the train tracks, even if they get hurt, to save their life" clause.

Like? Using a ghosts Obsession against them? Bad. Illegal.

Using it against their will, to save OTHER ghosts, who are in immediate danger? Not illegal, but they will be PISSED. Still not great though, you will want to apologize and fast.

So like??? Reality Bending Power. Patrick Star Method of "what if we MOVED the city... somewhere else?" Considered at 1am. Team of Ghost Laywers, acquired.

Amity and all Limnals are REMOVED from the DP-verse.

Wish worded juuuuust so. Any ghost that forms there? Yoink! Instantly removed to the Zone. Natural Portals? Cut off. Let the whole Reality fade out at an accelerated rate, as no NEW energy is fed into the system. Entropy will do, what entropy does. Exactly as they wished it.

They hated Death so much, they speed up the heat death of their ENTIRE universe by Eons. Congratulations, you guys "Won". Enjoy the wildly more fragile flora, fauna, and general ecosystems. Now that none of you have that ambient Ectoplasm strengthening your bodies. Yeah, the things you used to shrug off? Those are gonna maim or kill you now.

Doesn't MATTER if you "learn your lesson" though! Cause this is WAY past that point! This is "cutting off the tumor before it kills us" territory, and buddy? Amity ISNT the tumor. Go forth a grow, just like you wanted.

They won't be here to fix your messes anymore.

Because Danny got himself a dictionary thick "I Wish..." contract. Which was worded, as it needs to be, in one loooooooong run on sentence. Shouted "I Wish what's written on THIS, as it is currently, and without any form of editing or negotiation!" As fast as he could. Yote the document in Desiree's direction. And Flew like an INCANDESCENTLY pissed off Genie was trying to set his everything of fire.

Which she was.

Thankfully, Paulina came in clutch with her History of all things Jewelry, world fashions, and Make-Up knowledge. That, coupled with the Power Of Rich Friends(tm)? (Sam. Her mother was THRILLED to take her Jewelry and clothing shopping for something other then blacks and dark purple. They went on a jet setting whurl-wind tour. Sam actually kinda liked a some of what she found.)

They have Apology Bribes.

They shamelessly HIDE behind the mountain of Apology Bribes, while they explain themselves. Is Desiree HAPPY? No. But those bracelets are magnificent and she DOES deserve nice things. Those silks will really bring out her eyes. And she... DOES... admit...

Maybe...

That things are not... SAFE. Any longer. Danny TRIES. Everyone else can see it. And he's made incredible strides! Even convinced his lunatic parents. Though they're still not quite POPULAR. (WAY too pushy and invasive with their questions, for most people.) But the fanatics in white?

They nearly killed Box Lunch. If her father hadn't BEEN there...

And the poor man will have that scar on his back for the rest of his afterlife. Desiree can see why Danny is pushing. Does she LIKE it? No. But...

She supposes she will content herself with the suffering of the Fanatics in White and all who support them. THEIR wishes, twisted. Their ugly heart's desires.

Fine.

"SO YOU WISH IT. SO IT SHALL BE!"

And? The ghost town of what WOULD of one day grown into Amity, had the witch's there not been found by those they had fled from, which sits in long rotted ruins, amongst the trees in nowhere Illinois? Poof! Two "Towns" are switched.

The roads out of town coming to a clean line stop, meeting not even goat paths. Just trees. Old growth.

But it's not ALL of Town, is it? Faces missing. New, confused, faces from every corner of the map, taking their place. No Limnal left behind. No supporter of the GIWs genocide, brought along. Family's kept together where they could be. But by the few, scared and upset, green flashing eyes of children in the crowd?

It seemed for some, it was easier to fear and hate, then love their children.

Already they were being gathered up by school teachers and PTA parents. As everyone tried to figure out what had happened. Concerned, quite muttering a dull roar as everyone tries to coordinate.

Red Huntress joins Danny and Dani in the Sky. She doesn't get a word in. Wanted to know what the HELL was going on. She was with her dad in Chicago! Dani was in Taiwan! Literally! As in, sitting in a SUBWAY station one second, the next? Outside!

But they don't get to demand those answers. Because there is a sonic boom on the horizon. And then? Floating... weird... not ghosts?

Uuuuuuhhhh?

Hi?

That much blue... sure is a Statement. Like the cape and... bloooomers? Shorts. Bikini bottoms? It.. it's a Cool Look, dude! No, really. They are being VERY supportive here! If YOU like it? That's the only thing that matters!

Red Huntress smacks the Danny/i's Repeated upside their heads and demans to know what the Not-Ghosts are doing in their airspace.

Oh YEAH. Good point! What she said! And can it WAIT? They're kinda going through A Thing right now...

Kon? Wants it on record he loves these guys. They're hilarious. The LOOK on Clark's FACE?? He wishes he could frame it. Preserve it for future generations. Thing is? There was NOT a town here a second ago.

Well, bout 30 minutes or so, but you get the idea. One moment? Tree noises. Bam! Thousands of people! Obviously the checked it out. Only to be met with two... three maybe? Heros who have NO IDEA who they are.

Clear Reality warping shenanigans. Might be time travel or multiverse. Question is... are they STAYING? And if SO? What now...

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #minji's writing

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vrisrezis · 2 years ago

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Gaang having a crush (bcuz I miss atla) also warning ? Me trying my hardest not to curse in these and making it kid friendly LOL

Aang is kinda obvious, given how young you guys are it makes sense though. It’s definitely his first time having a crush, but he comes to the realization he likes you more than friends rather quickly. After all, he has so many friends, he’d know the difference even if he never liked somebody like that before. While aang is generally speaking a nice guy, I see him doing extra nice gestures for you that he wouldn’t really think of doing for other people. He’s made you a “friendship” bracelet and a necklace as well. Boy or not, there’s nothing wrong with a boy wearing a necklace or bracelet anyway! He blushes around you a lot, this is typically when you are in close proximity to him. And while aang has no problem being physically affectionate around friends, he shy’s away from doing it with you. However, if you’re physically affectionate with him he will very awkwardly reciprocate. His shyness might do him more harm than good if he accidentally hurts your feelings by not being very physically affectionate with you in comparison to the rest of the gaang. Aang is very clumsy around you, and that’s not just falling on his face, he tends to mess up his words around you due to nervousness. However despite his lack of physical affection, he’s a very clingy dude with you and always loves to spend his time with you, and literally laughs at all your jokes no matter how bad they are. In turn, he also always makes jokes and tries to make you laugh literally all the time. Aang is also extremely patient with you, he’d have to be in a very bad mood to ever get angry with you, lol. (The only time I could think of is while aang lost appa, like literally the only time I think he’d be driven to the point of yelling and being angry with you). Even if he was mad at you for other reasons, I can’t see him yelling at you or even being mad for long. He also tends to be very protective, especially if you can’t bend or can’t bend very well. However, because of how caring and overbearing he can be, he may make you feel like you’re weak sometimes. So you two tend to have a lot of conversations about him not being so overly protective when it comes to danger. He can’t help it sometimes, especially when he gets nightmares about you getting hurt. He loves being goofy and dumb around you, and totally tries to impress you with his bending LOL. If there’s something you don’t know or understand, he tries to impress you with his 100 years of knowledge, lol.

Katara can be a bit of a mom when it comes to you at times, only because she worries for you. She’ll be darned if she lets anyone hurt the person she loves the most, she is protecting you through and through. Strong or not, she sees you as somebody worth protecting. She’s not as bad as aang is, but she definitely blushes quite a bit around you. She often tries to get your approval on things, whether that’s taking her side whenever she has an argument with toph or getting your approval on her new clothes. Or perhaps even her hair but .. shrug. She also loves teasing you, kinda like how she teases zuko honestly but she won’t get on your case as much and it’s all in good fun. She’s not funny, but still tries to make you laugh. She may end up embarrassing herself most of the time, but it’s worth it if she gets a little giggle out of you. If you’re a water bender, she’s more than happy to teach you. Probably doesn’t want you learning about blood bending though, so she doesn’t really mention it to you lol. It’s not like she doesn’t trust you, she just can’t imagine somebody she adores doing knowing how to bend in such a frightening way. She keeps you far away from it, as a means to protect you and your innocence. Because boy, she sees you as somebody that could do no wrong. Seriously, it’s kinda annoying to the rest of the gaang if you were ever in the wrong about something because she will defend you to heck and back. Although her crush is obvious, most of the gaang find her crush on you to be sweet (most of the time). She does not tolerate anyone yelling at you, or even being angry at you. She never gets angry at you as well, because again, in her eyes you could do no wrong. Maybeee have a talk with her about the fact you’re not a completely innocent goody two shoes, or not… up to you. Katara is surprisingly forward with you, often going out her way to hug you, to hold your hand, and when you accomplish something amazing, she gives you a kiss on the cheek. You’d have to be really dense to not notice her affections towards you.

Sokka is very obvious, he’s never been the type to hide his feelings so he really doesn’t even bother. However, how he approaches your relationship really depends on how long he’s known you. If you’ve only just met and are starting to become friends he tries to be extremely forward with you about his feelings, and flirts with you. Albeit, very poorly. He’s not as suave as he likes to act like he is. In reality he’s a big dork with a stupid crush. However, if you two have known eachother for years and have been friends for a long period of time, he wouldn’t even know how to approach the situation. Normally, he may try to act cool, like he doesn’t care about you. But in a situation like this, he can’t just do that. It hurts him to even think about pretending not to care about you. He struggles for awhile on how to approach these feelings once they’re realized, but honestly if you’ve been friends for YEARS he’s probably figured it out by now and treats you like always but there’s some slight changes. He’s always been protective but you’ll find that with you it’s to the max, he’s not even this protective of his own sister. Hes even more paranoid around newcomers when you’re apart of the equation. Always says something along the lines of “y/n! Step back! They could be dangerous!” and the others just make fun of him for it lol. He’s always trying to find ways to impress you, with his fighting skills and all. Happy to teach you to ;) but if you’re a bender he finds himself trying extra hard to show you just how cool he can be. He doesn’t blush nearly as much as katara and aang would, but it happens on occasion. This is typically if you said something along the lines of “sokka! Thank you for saving me :))) you’re so strong and amazing and blah blah” or if you were being extremely flirtatious LOL. Low key very clingy and follows you around a lot, but tries to act like he’s just bored and your the best option he has to cure the boredom lol he ain’t as slick as he thinks he is. Is the kinda guy who chooses to always sit next to you, fight alongside you, etc. gets angry whenever there’s a avatar plan and he isn’t with you/separated from you lol. Also suki loves you and thinks you’re great for sokka, if only man’s could just confess already.

Toph is not used to having crushes, she’s never had one. However, that doesn’t mean she’s stupid. She realizes her emotions very well but she does not know what to do with them. She’s not used to having a soft spot for anyone, either. She shows her affection by constantly punching you in the arm. However, if you happen to be very affectionate, she doesn’t pull away. So feel free to grab her hand, hug her, etc. you’ll find she has no qualms with you wanting to be there and helping her, either. Even if it can be a sore subject at times to accept help, wanting to be tough all the time, she appreciates that you don’t see her as a weak blind girl and as a strong person that can take care of herself if needed. She appreciates any reminders you want to help not because you think she’s weak but rather because you care for her. Toph shows she cares, though it’s rare and often is not shown through words. She shows it by protecting you. However she is not overly protective, knowing how bad she feels when people are overly protective of her. She loves to tease you, often being her form of affection. She even likes to train and spar with you. If your often physically affectionate, she expects you to stay that way and may think somethings wrong if you aren’t. In which case, she threatens to beat up whoever wronged you. If it’s not a someone, well, she’s always willing to listen. She’s good at doing that anyway. Because she would be used to your affections she would also start to initiate them. She blushes a bit around you, and you’ll even find she’s brave enough to kiss you on the cheek if you were to save her life or protect her. When toph is sleepy, she likes to lean on you and use you as her head rest. She always likes when you go on about random stuff, and she can just fall asleep to the sound of your voice. She is also kinda obvious sometimes about her crush. Normally, you wouldn’t have any idea, but she has small moments where she makes it obvious. A slip of the tongue gives herself away more often than not. “Nobody cares about my weird toy collection!” “I care… I mean! Psh! Yeah why would anyone care about t something so stupid anyway.” she has her moments.

Zuko is just .. painful. All of the gaang get second hand embarrassment from how awfully obvious he is about his crush. From the constant red cheeks to the nervous stuttering over his words to accidentally fire bending just because he’s so nervous around you.. it’s hard to believe he’s even trying to hide it. He doesn’t even know how obvious he’s being until sokka says something to him about being cooler about you. “Wait.. if you think I’m obvious do you think they know?” “Nah.. they’re totally oblivious.” “Oh… that’s… good…” “what do you mean good?!” but in all seriousness, he acts completely different around you in comparison to everyone else. Even if we’re talking book 1 and 2 zuko, he’s a lot more patient with you (not saying much though cuz boy still has a big temper). He tries really hard to be nice, forced awkward smile and all. He is told that it makes him more … approachable. Though if you’re childhood friends (or have been friends for a long time) he kinda drops that rather quickly. If not though, he tries to actually keep it up. However you’ll find he’s quick to apologize if he blows up on you. Unless it’s in an especially bad mood (by that I mean sadder, rather than madder) but he will come around when he’s feeling better. Gets embarrassed easily around you, like if you tease him his entire face goes red. He just cannot deal lol. Pretty protective, but isn’t overly protective… unless azula is involved because bro will be worse than sokka if she’s involved at all LOL. Is willing to do anything with you, which says a lot. Not a fan typically of “fun” events such as festivals or parties but is willing to go with you without much fuss, he can deal if you’re having a fun time. He gets very jealous though, even when you two aren’t dating. He just doesn’t know how to handle the idea of somebody else liking you, or even worse, you ending up with them. He doesn’t handle jealousy very well, very willing to fight the individual as a means to “protect” you, or whatever excuse he can come up with. Out of all of the gaang, he’s the least ready the confess his feelings. He fears rejection, he fears ruining what you two have together.

Suki doesn’t like to mess around, no bulls, so she’s very bold and very open about the fact she likes you. It’s up to you to take your relationship to the next level if that’s what you desire. She does not hesitate to kiss you on the cheek before a tough battle, a battle she isn’t sure she’d come back from, or one she isn’t sure you’d come back from. If you asked, she’d tell you “it’s cause I like you, silly.” It’s up to you to take it further with her if it’s what you desire. However; she has no qualms with you wanting to be friends for awhile first before anything else. She understands that sometimes people need more time and more trust before building a proper relationship. As a result, suki is very understanding of you as well as your boundaries and never holds these things against you and furthermore doesn’t take this as something she should feel bad about either. For the most part, even she can’t help insecurities. So long as you have good communication, she will not feel as though she’s gross or not good enough for you or something along the lines. She may help you train, if your not a good fighter and just need to learn some basics. She doesn’t mind being the one to protect you, but she’d like you to know how to at least defend yourself even if it’s the bare minimum. She knows fighting helps with her self confidence so she wants you to be able to have that for yourself too. Though I will say, she already treats you like her s/o, even if you aren’t a couple. What can I say? She’s just straight forward and doesn’t like to play around. Suki is very trusting of you, so I can’t say that even when you two do start dating she’s the jealous type, but she can be protective. She likes being the one to keep you safe. She loves to tease and poke fun at you a lot, in a purely affectionate way. You’ll also find she thinks the world of you and finds you, no matter what, to be endearing and special to her. For a strong Kyoshi warrior she has quite the soft spot for you and treats you like an angel from the heavens. She likes grabbing your hand a lot in random moments, almost like a sign to other people that maybeeeee are interested in you, that you’re taken. She may flirt with you from time to time, and it’s rare but you can make her blush:0 all you have to do is beat her in a training match, or be very forward with her and flirt. However it will only work if you’re not normally forward, lol.

#zuko x reader #sokka x reader #aang x reader #toph x reader #katara x reader #suki x reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader

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intimidating-fettuccine · 13 days ago

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Jeff, Helen, and Liu with a partner who likes leaving obvious lip prints on their face a from kisses? Or just "tests" what the lipstick shade might be by putting it on and kissing them afterwards?

This is so cute, thank you-

Jeff:

Our sweet, baby boy Jeff, does not realize what you're doing at first. After he gets dressed and ready in the mornings he doesn't really ever look into mirrors, so the first few times you intentionally leave lipstick kisses on his face he doesn't even realize they're there. It's highly possible he smeared some of them all over his face without realizing it, and he only noticed when someone pointed it out, or when he saw the lipstick all over the side of his hand. After this happens a couple of times (and you have a few facepalm moments), Jeff finally realizes what you're doing, and he LOVES IT! Jeff is 100% for "claiming territory", and he usually does so with you by things like letting you wear all his hoodies (not that he had to encourage that in the first place), or leaving some hickeys on you (when you allow him), or even matching couples bracelets, anything to show you're his. So, when you continue leaving your lipstick kisses on his face, he feels incredibly excited about it, often feeling very smug whenever it gets pointed out by anyone. Even if he can't really feel it on his face at all, it makes him feel so special that you love him so much you'd do something that cute to him. He's also totally for you "testing" colors on him (even if you already know what they look like and you're just looking for more excuses to do that to him), and he'll even roll up his sleeves and offer up more skin for you, so you could hypothetically just cover his arms too if you wanted. This man will do literally anything to get your lips on his skin, and it's incredibly obvious, but it's not like you're gonna refuse him, so he doesn't even care that it's so noticeable.

Helen:

Helen knows what you're trying to do immediately before your painted lips even touch his skin for the first time, but you know what? You're cute and he loves you, so he'll allow it. I will say, that Helen does not like attention being on him, and he gets pretty anxious a lot even if he doesn't show it, so there will definitely be times when he doesn't want you doing that, but there will also still be plenty of times where he's fine with it. Just make sure you ask him for permission first, instead of trying to do it sneakily, and you'll be fine. I also have this cute idea that, as an artist, Helen might offer to do your lipstick for you in pretty ways (designs, gradients, just really cool color mashups), before you kiss him with it so that you can leave really unique kisses on his skin. As he says, if you're gonna do it, it may as well look fashionable and artistic when you do so. If you're actually actively testing lipstick on him, he'd prefer you leave those kisses on his hands or arms, rather than his face, but if you're fake testing lipstick and you already know what it looks like, feel free to leave a smooch on his cheeks. I feel like with his really defined cheekbones Helen would look really good with a kiss on the top of his cheekbones, so that should definitely be your main target. He always looks incredibly good with your kisses placed there (especially with his knack for modeling, and when he does your lipstick in a beautiful way beforehand), so it feels a little unfair, and like Jeff, he feels pretty smug, just for different reasons. He really does grow to love it, he just won't admit to it. (He begins offering his cheeks to you in the mornings, but shhhhh.)

Liu:

Liu will absolutely tease you for doing this, as he thinks it's very silly. You'll beckon him to bend down a little, before pressing a nice, thorough kiss to his cheeks, and he'll hum and pretend he doesn't know what you did, before looking in a mirror and gasping very dramatically. He'll put his hands on his hips and teasingly shake his head, saying he can't believe you'd do that to him. He does this very regularly, and he never gets tired of it. Liu thinks it's really cute that you'd like to leave kiss marks on his face, and he always peppers your face in little kisses afterward and ruffles your hair. Some mornings if he's feeling particularly silly, he'll ask to borrow your lipstick, and he'll artfully place his own lipstick kiss in the same place on you that you left one on him. He'll remove the lipstick from his lips after, but he argues if you're gonna leave one on him, he may as well leave one on you, too. He probably starts buying you lipsticks, especially in pretty colors, or colors he happens to be fond of, in a subtle way of hinting at you that you should continue what you're doing in the new colors (it's not as subtle as he thinks it is, it is in fact very obvious). He probably buys you a couple of shades at a time, so that literally encourages you to test them all on his skin. You could cover his face in a whole bunch of different colored kisses, and he might look ridiculous, but he wears them so casually that it doesn't even feel out of place. It becomes such a common occurrence that sometimes if you don't leave a little kiss on him he might act a little sad and tease you for it, only because he's become so fond of the little ritual the two of you have going on.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanon #jeff the killer x reader #bloody painter #bloody painter x reader #bloody painter headcanons #bloody painter headcanon #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu headcanon #homicidal liu headcanons

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luvscrazy · 12 days ago

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A Birthday to Remember: Rekindling Love for Katsumi's Sake ♡

{One shot} Bakugo Katsuki X Female Reader

Summary: You guys share a now four-year-old daughter named Katsumi. You and Katsuki have been divorced for two years, and you usually see each other when it involves your daughter. You guys usually fight often, and that's what also led you guys to divorce. Now, today is your daughter's fourth birthday party. Would this be any different from all the other events?

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Today was Katsumi's fourth birthday. I dressed her in a pretty, sparkly pink princess dress. I tied her spikey blonde hair into two cute pigtails, with two sparkly pink bows keeping them in place. Katsumi had the same appearance as Katsuki, but her attitude was just like mine. I woke up early and set everything up for her. Her birthday theme was Candy-land. God, that girl loves sugar.

I rented a private park for her birthday party. So she could play with her friends and enjoy herself. She was too young for an arcade, but next year i’ll take her. I had set up all the balloons. They were shaped into candies, and the letter balloons spelled her name. I had set three long tables together and put a pink, blue, and purple cloth on all three tables on top to add a covering. Soon the tables were filled with sweets and delicious food. I had made goodie bags the night before stuffing them with candy, slime,bracelets, and anything a little kid would love I set all the goodie bags on display for her friends to come to enjoy.

Soon all the friends Katsumi had invited and their parents had came to. They had placed gifts in the gift piles, and Katsumi ran with the other kids to play around. Katsuki still hasn’t showed up and it’s been 20 minutes since the party started. I was talking to Kirishima, Mina, and Denki, as we sat down at the food table watching our kids from afar.

“Is Bakugo coming?”, Kirishima asked.

I perked up at his words,’ I hope so. Katsumi will be very upset if he doesn’t, but yet again he’s always late to important days like this”, I said in an annoyed tone.

Mina chimmed in and rubbed my arm, “He’s the number one hero now… so I don’t think he misses or comes late on purpose”.

“Yeah I get that, but he's a father now. He can’t do this at every event..”, I looked at all of them and my anger brushed off slightly.

All three of them could feel the tension in the air, and decided to drop the topic of Katsuki for now. As I was just starting to calm down, there was a car that pulled up. And speaking of the devil it’s none other than Katsuki himself. He steps out wearing his finest attire and coming towards us. I looked at them and then at the others and sighed. I walk over to Katsumi, who’s playing with her friends.

“Katsumi Honey! Daddy is here!”, I yell for katsumi.

I had the fact that I was angry at him for her and gave her a smile. She looks back at me and gets off the swings and starts running to Katsuki who is now with Kirishima and the other’s. Katsuki hears her little feet running towards him and he smiles. When she reaches him, he bends down and picks her up.

“Happy birthday homey, sorry i’m late, did you save me some of momma’s yummy cupcakes she made?”, Katsuki smiles at Katsumi.

Katsumi nods and cuddles into his arms, “Of course Daddy!”.

I stare at them as I make my way back over. Katsuki is lucky she's young, or else she would retaliate against him. Katsuki and Katsumi make their way over to the table, and they both start devouring cupcakes. They’re both messy eaters, and I can't help but giggle. Kirishima, Mina, and Denki start looking at me and smirking.

Katsuki lets Katsumi go play, as he walks over to us. He can tell something is in the air as he looks at me.

“What's wrong?”, Katsuki asks.

“Katsuki, you show up late or miss every single important event of her life!. Thats whats wrong”, I give him a glare crossing my arms at him.

Katsuki’s face relaxes and he lets out a deep breath, “Relax, I’m sorry, i had to take out some villains at the last minute. I can’t just walk away from that. I could loose my title.”

I balled my hands into fist and my face started to twitch.

“You care more about some dumb hero title more than your daughter!? Is that it Katsuki huh!?”, I yelled.

Katsuki’s face changes and he gives me a stern look and crosses his arms.

“No! I love our daughter, you’re always trying to paint me as a bad person. I am an amazing father, but I am also the number one hero. Something you would never understand YN. You are like a leech. I do everything for our daughter and give everything to you for her!, and all you do is nag me!”, Katsuki yells back and gets closer to me.

Katsumi and everyone start looking. She starts to run over to us. Mine and his body language change when she comes over. The party guests fell silent when Katsumi came over and tugged on her father's pants.

“Daddy, stop yelling at momma…”, Katsumi said quietly, her eyes filling with tears.

Katsuki. Your heart sank at your daughter's words. Katsuki took a deep breath and calmed down for their daughter.

“I’m sorry baby, I got upset and shouldn’t have yelled, can you forgive Daddy?” Katsuki gave her a reassuring smile and picked her up while running his hands through her spiky blonde hair.

Katsumi gave him a warm smile back and hugged his neck tightly, “Of course, I can… just stop being mad at momma.”

He rubbed her back softly, “I won’t be honey. Come on, let’s go have some ice cream.”

Katsumi’s smile beamed and she nodded her head quickly. Katsuki set her down and she ran over to the table near the ice cream station.

Katsuki looked over at you and sighed, “Look, lets just pretend none of this happened and get along, for her birthday.”

I nodded and respected what he said. It was our daughter’s birthday, we shouldn’t ruin it for her. The guests finally started to talk amongst themselves again. Mina was cheering me up, and calm down from the former argument. As the party resumed, they spent the next while helping their daughter open her presents. Katsuki gave her a little kiss on the cheek as she blew out her birthday candles and got the first slice of cake.

After a while he would get approached by multiple moms who would introduce themselves. A few were bluntly flirting with him, and he would laugh and flirt back. His cocky self loved the praise the women would give him, especially for being the number one hero.

I glared over to him and the moms surrounding them. Flirting at my daughter’s birthday party, with my ex-husband? I was not gonna have that. I walked over to the group, and they all went silent including Katsuki. The annoyed expression on my face filled up the tension around the mom and they slowly one by one walked away. Katsuki was looking a bit annoyed himself.

“What is your deal today?”, He pulled her arm and led her away from the party.

“Nothing, I just don’t wanna see flirting or anything like that at OUR daughter’s birthday party”, I crossed my arms.

“Oh please, you only interfered because you got jealous” " he scoffed.

“I am not jealous”, She looked away from him.

“You are and you can’t even look me in the face and say it. Y’know one day we’re gonna have to actually talk instead of arguing, and talk about our relationship or we will keep fighting and eventually ruin both our relationship with our daughter. Do you want that?”, His voice was stern and expression was serious.

“No, I don’t”, I sighed and crossed my arms.

“Good. Look I hate being late and missing stuff, but I'm doing this for you and our daughter. Hell if I'm going to be honest you're the reason why i'm number one. I still love you, even though our marriage was rocky, I only wanted to better myself after our divorce. And i did it for you. You know that to. You know i still love you, and yet you're to stubborn to cave in and let your guard down and say “Katsuki, im still in love wit you”, because i know you still are..”, He paused, and his gaze was soft.

“It’s never been about the attraction or the sex, i’ve always, always loved you. So much. So why can’t you finally admit you love me still huh?”, He sounded frustrated but his voice held a hint of sadness.

“Because.. I don’t want a fucked up marriage again. I don’t wanna fight every day like we used to..”, My voice was vulnerable.

“Everyone fights. We fight because we’re both stubborn. I know i can be stupid sometimes, and i’ve made mistakes, and i will keep making mistakes because that's what people do. But that doesn’t change what i feel for you. Whenever you make a mistake or get upset, and we fight, that never stopped me from loving you.”, Katsuki cups my face and rubs his thumb across it.

“You know deep down, that you feel the same way. You want me to hold you, kiss you, and comfort you, and love you. But your to stubborn to admit it. I’m stubborn just as much but i can admit that i love you.”, Katuski looks lovingly into my eyes.

“I do love you. I thought a divorce was best because we just kept fighting and it was becoming so much and i didn’t want our daughter to go through that…”, I look up at him.

“I know, i know. We were just stressed and made a dumb mistake. But we both love each other and our daughter. We’re in this together so we have to make this work no matter what. Now stop being stubborn and let’s take things slow and get back together”, Katsuki tucks a loose hair behind my ear.

“Okay, let’s give it a go. No more hurting each other. Lets communicate, and work this time”, I smile softly at him.

“Okay. I love you…”, Katsuki says, as he leans in and gives me a sweet passionate slow kiss.

I can feel his love through the slow kiss. The kiss i’ve been yearning for since he left. The distant feeling felt familiar once again. His touch burned into my memory. I love him, and he loves me. He breaks the kiss, and looks down at me. The softest look he’s given me in a while.

I break the silence, and look up at him. “I love you to, Katsuki".

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Note: Let me know if i should make a this a series!

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juehs34 · 2 years ago

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Ngl I’m v disappointed with the ea-Nasir tumblr bracelet I got today. why? Well for starters I thought it would be somewhat adjustable, like maybe the metal would bend a bit so ya know it could stay on your wrist… nope one size fits all unfortunately. Oh well these things happen when you have small wrists it’s fine. What really is bugging me is that the actual cuneiform is printed onto the metal instead of engraved, which would normally be fine but I’ve only had it for a few hours and it already looks like the ink is trying to wipe off and is faded af. 3/10 would not recommend for anything other than sitting on a knick knack shelf

TLDR: don’t buy the ea-nasir tumblr shop bracelets they’re cheap af

#my post

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koyagifs · 1 month ago

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𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓽's 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻!

pairing: poly!ot8 x reader au: werewolf | camp counselors | the quarry genre: angst | horror | fluff (?) word count:5.454k synopsis: summer has now come to end camp counselors ! we ask that you pack up as quickly as possible before the sun goes down. who knows what monsters lie in the dark. warning(s): Minors do not interact! mentions of sexual acts, virgin teasing.

August 22, 25 17:07

જ⁀➴ As the bus disappeared around the bend, the low hum of the engine fading into the distance, an eerie stillness settled over the camp. San lowered his hand, glancing at the others with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, that’s it. No more campers. Just us.”

Wooyoung rolled his shoulders, letting out a groan. “Finally. I thought I’d never get a break from pretending I actually enjoy arts and crafts. If I have to look at one more macaroni necklace—”

Yeosang cut him off with a smirk. “You’ll wear it and like it. Admit it, Wooyoung, you teared up when little Jamie gave you that friendship bracelet.”

Wooyoung pointed at Yeosang, mock-indignant, but his movement was a little too quick—betraying the friendship bracelet he had hastily hidden behind his back. “That’s slander. But, yes, I am a style icon, even with pasta accessories. You wouldn’t understand.”

Yn giggled softly, her laugh carrying in the quiet of the empty camp. Her gaze lingered on Wooyoung, fondness evident as she watched her boyfriend continue to defend his pride against Yeosang’s teasing smirk.

San stepped toward her, the keys jingling softly as he pulled them from his pocket. “Alright, lovebirds, save the flirting for later,” he said, quirking a brow at Yn before tossing the keys lightly in the air and catching them again. “We still need to finish checking the grounds before it gets too dark.”

Yn turned her attention to San, raising a brow. “You just don’t want to do it alone, do you?”

San feigned a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. “Me? Scared? Never. But if you’d prefer to wander into the woods by yourself, be my guest.”

Wooyoung, overhearing, waved a hand dismissively as he continued to bicker with Yeosang. “San’s scared of his own reflection after sunset. Don’t let him fool you.”

San shot him a mock glare, tossing the keys to Yn. “Alright, brave guy, why don’t you take the cart and do the rounds instead?”

Wooyoung immediately faltered, his confidence deflating. “Uh, I mean, I would, but—”

“That’s okay,” Megan cut in smoothly, stepping forward and looping her arm around Yn’s. “I’ll go with Yn. We need to collect our bags anyway, don’t we?”

Yn blinked in surprise but nodded. “Oh, right. We left them by the staff cabin earlier.”

San arched a brow, twirling the keys around his finger. “Convenient excuse, Megan, but sure. Just don’t crash the cart.”

Megan rolled her eyes, tugging Yn toward the cart. “Please. I’ll drive safer than you ever could.” She glanced over her shoulder at the boys, smirking. “Try not to get lost while we’re gone.”

Wooyoung watched them go, his playful bickering forgotten as a faint pout crept onto his face. “I was going to go with her,” he muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from Yeosang.

“Relax,” Yeosang teased, clapping a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “She’s not running off into the woods forever.”

August 22, 17:30

જ⁀➴ " so, want to tell me how you and Wooyoung ended up together?" Megan asked, a smirk held on her face.

You blushed, tossing the bags onto the golf cart, " we're high school sweethearts actually. I've known the guys since high school actually."

Megan nodded her head, the urge to roll her eyes being nearly impossible. " what about San, do you know if he's single?"

You stifle a laugh, trying not to give away the fact that San is dating you. " it's complicated?"

Megan hummed in acknowledgement, " he was a tough nut to crack. I was trying to have a summer fling, especially since Mr. Kim said that a spot open up."

Your eyes widened slightly, and you shot her a curious glance. "Wait, you were thinking about... with San?"

Megan shrugged nonchalantly, though her smirk suggested she was enjoying watching you squirm just a little. "Well, who wouldn’t? He’s charming, funny, and has that whole mysterious vibe. Thought it’d be a fun distraction, you know? I figured a little summer romance never hurt anyone.” She glanced over at you, gauging your reaction. “But now I’m thinking maybe I’ve got competition, huh?”

You turned away from her, trying to hide the annoyance that was bubbling up inside. "I wouldn't exactly call it competition," you muttered, your voice a little sharper than you intended. You could feel your cheeks flushing, and though you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of reacting, it was hard not to.

You mumbled, "I’m going to go double check if we left anything," walking away from Megan, hoping some space would help clear your head. Megan didn’t argue; instead, she hummed to herself, watching your figure disappear into the distance. After a moment, you heard her settle back into the golf cart, the engine purring to life as she sat in wait.

You all agreed to hide the relationship within each other. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you were in a poly relationship, but you and the guys had decided to keep it low-key for now. Hongjoong and Mingi had backed out last minute, so the rest of you—Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho, and Seonghwa—had come up with a more… playful way of managing things. The winner of a game of rock, paper, scissors would get to flaunt you as their girlfriend for the time being. It was meant to be lighthearted—nothing serious. But sometimes, it felt more complicated than that, especially when outside eyes started poking around.

You stood still, your gaze locked on the large tree ahead, its twisted bark covered in faded carvings. The remnants of past campers’ expressions of affection—names, dates, and hearts—etched into the rough surface. But one set of initials stood out to you, carving itself into your memory in a way the others didn't.

Jacob + Emma forever

A chill ran down your spine as your eyes lingered on the carving, the words far more unsettling now than they would have been in any other context. It wasn’t just the crude simplicity of the message. It was the weight of the history behind it. This was the same tree where previous campers had left their marks—before the murders, before everything had gone so horribly wrong.

You took a slow, cautious step back, trying to shake off the feeling of dread creeping into your chest. The atmosphere around you had shifted. The once playful atmosphere of the camp now felt heavy, darkened by the eerie presence of the past. The words on the tree had never bothered you before, but now, they felt like a warning.

Suddenly, a rustling sound from behind you made you freeze. You spun around quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. The woods had always been a little unsettling at night, but now, it felt like something—someone—was out there, watching. You strained your ears, trying to catch any movement or sound, but there was nothing. Only the wind whispering through the leaves.

You let out a slow breath, trying to calm yourself. "It’s just the wind," you whispered to yourself, trying to rationalize the feeling of unease. Still, something felt off.

Glancing back at the tree once more, you felt a shiver run through you. You were no longer alone in the woods; the history of this place seemed to weigh down on you, and the feeling of being watched was impossible to ignore. You couldn’t shake the thought that the dark memories of the past were still very much alive, lingering in the shadows of the camp.

You knew you needed to get back to the group—back to safety. But as you turned to head back to the golf cart, the air around you seemed to grow colder, the darkness thicker. It wasn’t just the remnants of a past tragedy that lingered here; it was something more. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Walking back to the golf cart, you climbed into the driver’s seat, trying to shake off the lingering unease that still clung to you. Megan let out a relieved sigh as she stretched her arms above her head, clearly glad you were back. "Finally, I thought you were going to be out there forever."

You gave her a small, forced smile, trying to keep your tone light. " had to make sure we had everything,"

Megan nodded, her smile wide and eager. "Back to the boys then! I'm so ready to head back home," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm, clearly glad to be done with the strange atmosphere of the camp.

You nodded and started the golf cart, the engine hum filling the quiet between you. The wheels kicked up dust as you steered back toward the others. The flickering shadows of the trees seemed to stretch longer with every passing moment, but you pushed the unease to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to dwell on it, especially not with Megan so carefree beside you.

As you drove, Megan started chatting again, her voice a welcome distraction. "So, about that thing with San," she began, raising an eyebrow at you, "any chance he’s got a soft spot for me after all? I mean, I was thinking of trying my luck, but..." She trailed off, her gaze flicking over to you mischievously.

You groaned inwardly but kept your eyes on the path ahead. "Megan, seriously?"

" what? he's either single or not. I need a good fuck and San looks like he can give that to me,"

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your expression neutral as you kept your eyes focused ahead. The words Megan had just said stung more than you expected, and you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. You knew she was always bold, but hearing her be so direct about San left an uncomfortable pit in your stomach.

"Megan, seriously?" you repeated, this time your tone sharper, betraying your frustration.

She seemed unfazed by your response, her smirk widening as she leaned back in the seat, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What? I’m just being honest," she said, shrugging. "I need to know if he’s worth my time. You can’t blame me for looking for a little fun, right?"

"That’s… not the kind of conversation I want to have," you muttered, trying to push down the uncomfortable twist in your gut.

Megan raised an eyebrow, clearly still amused by your discomfort. "don't tell me you're a virgin ms. high school sweet heart?"

Your face flushed, the blood rushing to your cheeks as Megan’s words landed like a blow. The teasing tone in her voice only made the situation worse, and you could feel yourself shrinking under her gaze.

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, trying to focus on the road ahead, but her words echoed in your mind, making your discomfort feel even more pronounced. "Megan, that's none of your business," you snapped, your voice colder than you intended.

Megan let out a light laugh, clearly enjoying the effect her words had on you. "I’m just messing with you," she said, though there was an edge to her voice. "Relax, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just trying to get to know you, that's all."

August 22, 18:01

જ⁀➴Yeosang stuck his tongue out at Wooyoung, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he turned on his phone. The familiar whine of Wooyoung’s voice echoed through the air, clearly frustrated. “Ugh, Yeosang! Seriously? I thought we were past this!”

San chuckled, the sound of his laughter echoing through the camp. He slammed the van’s hood shut with a satisfying thud, wiping his hands on his pants as he turned to face the group. “She looks good to go!” he called out, the pride in his voice unmistakable. “Now we just need Mr. Kim to hand us the keys and for the girls to come back.”

Wooyoung crossed his arms, still giving Yeosang a playful glare. “I swear, I’m going to make you pay for this later.”

Yeosang simply shrugged, not at all bothered by Wooyoung’s mock annoyance. "You wouldn't know what to do with me if you tried," he teased, eyes flicking to the van with a mischievous glint. "Besides, we’ve got everything ready. It’s just a matter of time."

San wiped his hands one last time and nodded toward the small office where Mr. Kim was supposed to hand over the keys. “Yeah, I’ll go grab them in a sec,” he said, his tone easy and casual. "No rush. It’s not like we’ve got anything better to do right now."

The rest of the group was scattered around the camp, most of them hanging near the van or chatting in low voices, waiting for things to be set in motion. You, on the other hand, were still making your way back with Megan, the uneasy feeling from earlier still lingering in your chest. The drive back had been quiet, but now, seeing the group come back into focus, you couldn’t help but feel like there was an unspoken tension among everyone. It was something you couldn’t quite place, but you knew something had shifted.

Megan hopped out of the cart first, waving to the group with a wide grin. "Looks like you all are ready to go," she said, her tone light and casual as she walked toward them.

Yeosang and Wooyoung nodded, their heads both tilting toward her as she approached the group. Yeosang gave her a quick smile, but Wooyoung’s playful expression remained unchanged as he fiddled with his phone, clearly more interested in his screen than anything else at the moment.

San, however, wasn’t as distracted. He noticed you gathering your bags and started walking over toward you, his steps slow and deliberate, almost as if he was giving you some space to handle whatever was on your mind.

You adjusted the straps on your bag and tried to push any lingering unease aside, wanting to focus on the present. But the quiet pressure from earlier—the unease you’d felt during the drive—still pressed on your chest, making everything feel a little heavier than usual.

San placed his hand on your hip, and you couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden contact. The unexpected warmth of his touch made your heart race for a moment, but you quickly relaxed into it, feeling the tension from earlier ease just a bit. There was something about San’s presence that always made you feel grounded, even in moments like this when everything else seemed so uncertain.

He chuckled softly at your reaction, his fingers brushing lightly against your side as he adjusted his grip. "Didn’t mean to startle you," he said, his voice teasing but also gentle. “I’ve got it.” With that, he took your bag from your hands and effortlessly slung it over his shoulder.

You blinked, a little surprised by how smoothly he took charge of the situation. “Thanks,” you murmured, watching him as he stood there for a moment, the weight of your bag clearly no issue for him. His gaze met yours, and for a second, the world seemed to slow down, the noise from the rest of the group fading into the background.

Megan's eyes focused on the interaction between you and San, her gaze sharp as she raised an eyebrow. She then turned to Wooyoung, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. “San’s a bit touchy with your girlfriend, isn’t he?”

Wooyoung glanced over at you and San, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he shrugged casually. “Yeah, looks like it,” he replied, his tone light but there was an edge to it, something playful but also knowing.

But before Megan could push further, Yeosang stepped in, his voice cool and composed. “But that’s how San is with everyone, nothing unusual.” He reached over and pinched Wooyoung’s side sharply, signaling him to cool it, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Wooyoung let out a quiet yelp at the pinch, giving Yeosang a look of playful annoyance, but he quickly backed off, raising his hands in mock surrender. In one swift motion, Wooyoung rushed to your side, wrapping his arm around your body with a dramatic flourish, pulling you into his side.

The sudden movement caught you off guard, and a surprised squeal slipped from your lips. You turned to give him a playful shove, but his arm was already firmly around you, and the laughter in his eyes made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying the reaction.

“Gotcha!” Wooyoung said, his voice full of mischief as he grinned down at you. “I knew you’d make the cutest noise.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress the small laugh that followed. “You’re such a dork,” you muttered, still trying to regain your balance after his unexpected move.

Without the boys noticing, Megan quietly approached the van and popped the hood, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the engine with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She stood there for a moment, pretending to inspect the engine, all while a playful smirk tugged at her lips.

A small "ah" escaped her lips as her fingers expertly tugged on the rotor arm, removing it from its place with a satisfied look. She held it in her hand like it was some kind of prize, her eyes glinting with mischief as she examined it, clearly pleased with her little sabotage.

what's another night, she thought, a grin spreading across her face as she slipped the rotor arm into her pocket, hiding it away. The thrill of causing just a bit of chaos was too sweet to resist, and besides, they wouldn’t figure it out until they tried to leave. And by then, it would be too late.

She softly shut the van's hood, making sure it clicked shut with a quiet finality. There was no rush—she didn’t need to draw attention to herself. She walked away from the van with an air of nonchalance, her hands tucked casually in her pockets, as if nothing had changed.

The rest of the group was still distracted by their bags and idle chatter, completely unaware of the trouble Megan had just set into motion. Yunho and Seonghwa had now joined the group, laughing and talking as they made their way over to the van. Wooyoung, ever the playful one, hung onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned against you with a dramatic sigh.

"Come on, Yn, how much longer do we have to wait before we can head out?" Wooyoung asked, his voice full of exaggerated impatience, though the teasing grin on his face made it clear he was just messing around.

You rolled your eyes, trying to shake him off without much success. "You’re impossible, you know that?" you muttered, laughing despite yourself. “We’re waiting for Mr. Kim to hand us the keys, remember?"

As if on cue, Mr. Kim walked out with a wide smile on his face, his steps light and easy as he approached the group. “What’s going on, Hacketers?” he asked, his voice filled with that familiar cheerfulness that had become almost contagious over the course of the summer.

The group turned to him, all a little relieved that it seemed like the wait was finally over. You could see the tension lift from their shoulders, even as they continued to chatter among themselves. But beneath it all, there was still that underlying tension—like something was just about to tip over, though none of them knew it yet.

Wooyoung was the first to speak up, still draped over you like a human blanket. “Mr. Kim, about time!” he exclaimed dramatically, winking at you as if they’d been waiting forever for this moment. “We were getting antsy here, waiting for you to show up.”

San, looking over at Mr. Kim with his usual relaxed smile, nodded. "Yeah, what's the hold-up? We ready to get out of here?"

Mr. Kim gave a little laugh, raising an eyebrow. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” He walked over to the front of the van, holding out the keys. “Alright, alright, here you go,” he said, tossing them to Yeosang, who caught them easily.

“Now, don’t go breaking anything on the road,” Mr. Kim added, glancing at the group with a knowing smile before turning to leave. “And remember, no speeding or any funny business. This isn’t a race, you know.”

The group cheered in agreement, the excitement for the drive back building as they began to move toward the van. Yeosang climbed into the driver’s seat, sliding into place with the keys in his hand. He slipped the fob into the ignition, turning it with a quick flick of his wrist. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the van’s engine sputtering—groaning, struggling to come to life.

Yeosang furrowed his brows and turned the key again, but this time, the engine only let out a few weak coughs before falling silent again. He glanced at the group, his expression confused but still calm.

"Uh... guys?" Yeosang’s voice was laced with a hint of concern as he tried once more to turn the ignition. Again, nothing happened.

The rest of the group, all leaning against the van or standing nearby, exchanged confused glances. San stepped closer, his usual easy smile fading as he watched Yeosang try again.

"What's going on?" San asked, his voice casual but with a hint of concern creeping in.

Yeosang glanced up at him, his own frustration beginning to show. "It's not turning on..." he replied, shaking the fob in his hand as if trying to will the van to start.

As the group gathered around, a set of footsteps approached from behind. The sound was deliberate, heavy, and filled with a quiet sense of urgency. Mr. Kim’s voice followed soon after, concern thick in his words as he walked toward the van, his eyes scanning the engine.

“What happened? Is there an issue with the van?” Mr. Kim asked, his tone sharp with worry as he glanced at Yeosang and the rest of the group. His eyes flicked over the van as if trying to assess the situation.

The group exchanged looks, all of them feeling the weight of the unexpected trouble. San stepped back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "It just... won’t start," he muttered, clearly baffled. "We drove here just fine, right? I mean, it worked earlier."

Mr. Kim’s face twisted into a frown as he stepped closer to the hood, examining it more carefully. His fingers ran over the engine, checking for any obvious issues. But everything seemed normal, nothing out of place that could explain why the engine wouldn’t start.

"Let me take a look," Mr. Kim said, though there was an edge of frustration in his voice now. He opened the hood and leaned in, peering over the engine like a mechanic assessing a problem.

Yeosang, still holding the keys, tried the ignition again. This time, the van let out a weak sputter but refused to fully start.

"I don’t understand," Yeosang muttered, stepping back in frustration.

Megan, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold, stood slightly apart from the group, her hands clasped behind her back in a seemingly innocent pose. The corner of her mouth twitched, as though she was holding back a smile, but she quickly masked it.

The others were too preoccupied with the van to notice her behavior, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. You turned slightly, catching Megan’s eye for a split second, and you saw the faintest glint of satisfaction in her expression. It was enough to send a chill down your spine.

Mr. Kim, still looking under the hood, sighed. "Something’s definitely wrong," he muttered. "But I don’t see anything major. Looks like the engine’s fine."

Yeosang groaned in frustration. "Then why isn’t it starting?" he asked, looking around as if expecting an answer to fall from the sky.

Mr. Kim let out an annoyed groan, his frustration evident as he slammed the hood of the van shut with a force that made everyone jump. The sound of metal clashing rang through the air, but he didn’t seem to care. He dug into his pocket, the jangle of keys clashing together as he retrieved a set and held them up for everyone to see.

The group stared, confusion spreading through their faces as they watched him. Even Yeosang, who had been trying to figure out the van’s issue, stopped and turned toward Mr. Kim. The sudden shift in the air felt like a signal that things were not going to go as planned.

Megan, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, took a step forward. Her expression remained calm, but there was something in her eyes—something sharp and calculating.

Mr. Kim cleared his throat, looking at the group. “Well, it looks like we’ll be staying here another night. The van’s not going anywhere right now,” he said, his voice tight with annoyance. “I know it’s not ideal, but we’ll get it sorted in the morning.”

The group exchanged uncomfortable glances. No one had expected this, and the weight of the situation settled over everyone like a thick fog.

“That’s fine, Mr. Kim," Megan spoke up, her voice sweet but with an underlying tone that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. She stepped forward, the smile on her lips wide but her eyes cold. “We’ll be fine on our own. Really, you don’t have to worry about us.”

There was something unsettling in her words, the way she dismissed Mr. Kim’s concern so easily. The rest of the group stood frozen, unsure of how to respond.

Mr. Kim paused, glancing at Megan with a furrowed brow. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his gaze flicking between her and the group. But then, as though dismissing his doubts, he nodded and tucked the keys into his pocket.

“Well… if you’re sure, Megan," he said, his tone softening. “I’ll make sure someone’s here in the morning to look at the van. But remember, stay safe and don’t go off on your own too far.”

Megan’s smile widened, a knowing look in her eyes. “Of course, Mr. Kim. We’ll be fine,” she repeated.

Mr. Kim rubbed his face, clearly exhausted by the turn of events, before he turned to Seonghwa, his expression stern. “You’re in charge, Seonghwa. No one in, and no one out, understood?” His voice carried the weight of authority, the kind of command that brooked no argument.

Seonghwa, who had been standing to the side, straightened up immediately, his posture shifting into something more serious. His usual calm demeanor shifted to something more guarded, as if he understood the full weight of Mr. Kim’s words. “Understood,” Seonghwa replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

Mr. Kim nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He took a deep breath and looked over the group one more time, his eyes scanning everyone. “Make sure you all stay inside. Hunting season starts tonight.” His tone was final, a clear signal that whatever was coming, it wasn’t something to take lightly.

The group stood in stunned silence for a moment, processing what he had just said. Hunting season? The words hung in the air, thick with a sense of foreboding that no one could quite shake. Everyone had heard the rumors—the stories of the area being dangerous during certain times of the year, but hearing it from Mr. Kim made it feel all too real.

San was the first to speak up, his voice tense but laced with the same calm he always carried. “Hunting season? What exactly does that mean, Mr. Kim?” His brow furrowed as he glanced around at the others. They were all starting to realize that this wasn’t just some precautionary warning—it was something more.

Mr. Kim’s eyes softened slightly, but the seriousness of his words remained. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. There are things out there. Things you don’t want to cross paths with after dark. Just stay inside, lock the doors, and don’t wander off. I’ll make sure someone checks on you in the morning.”

Seonghwa, standing near the front of the group, gave a firm nod in response to Mr. Kim’s orders, his expression unreadable but clearly resolute. “We’ll stay inside,” he said quietly. “We’ll be fine.”

Mr. Kim gave one last nod, his expression hardening, before he turned and walked toward his truck. The engine roared to life as he revved it, the sound of the truck cutting through the still night air. He drove it closer to the group, parking it near the edge of the campgrounds, ensuring that he could keep an eye on things from a distance.

“I mean it, you guys,” Mr. Kim called out from his truck, his voice louder now, firm and resolute. “Stay inside. No exceptions.”

His eyes scanned the group one last time before he slammed the truck door shut. The heavy rumble of the engine faded as he drove off into the darkened distance, his vehicle disappearing into the night.

The weight of his words hung in the air, settling over everyone like a thick fog. The group stood in silence, the tension palpable, each person processing what had just been said.

Megan’s voice broke the tense silence, her tone almost too light, too playful for the situation. “Well, now that Mr. Kim is gone, let’s have a party!” she said, her words dripping with a mischievous lilt.

Her sudden shift in energy felt jarring against the quiet weight of the night. It was as if she were trying to cut through the tension, but the effect wasn’t exactly comforting. You could see the others’ uneasy glances exchanged, as if they were all weighing whether or not to entertain her.

San, ever the protective figure, gave her a pointed look. “Megan, now’s not really the time for that,” he said, his voice firm. His hand briefly brushed against yours, grounding you as if he could sense your unease.

Yeosang, too, seemed hesitant. He glanced over at Seonghwa, silently seeking reassurance, but when Seonghwa didn’t immediately respond, he gave Megan a cautious smile. “It’s probably not the best idea, Megan. We should stay inside and wait for morning.”

But Megan wasn’t deterred. She put on her signature grin, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on. A little fun never hurt anyone. We’re stuck here, might as well make the best of it, right?” She swung her arms dramatically, as if it were all just a game.

Wooyoung’s carefree attitude seemed to slice through the tension, his playful shrug drawing the eyes of the group. "Why not? A last hurrah before we go back home," he said with a grin, his voice light, but there was a glimmer of something darker in his eyes, as if trying to mask his own nerves.

Yunho, ever the easygoing one, nodded along, a mischievous smirk playing at his lips. “Ehh, what’s the harm? I still have some booze from last night anyways,” he added, pulling out a small flask from his jacket pocket and giving it a casual shake.

The suggestion of a party wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it was clear the others were leaning into the idea. Yeosang’s eyes darted between the group, his lips pressing into a thin line as he seemed to weigh his options. He looked like he was about to voice his concerns but hesitated, clearly torn.

"Don't look at me like that," Yeosang muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. "You know I can't be the boring one every time."

Megan's excitement was almost contagious, but you could sense the undercurrent of tension still hanging in the air. She bounced on her heels, clearly thrilled by the idea, her grin widening. "Yes! Sannie and I can go look for some snacks!" she exclaimed, turning toward San with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

Seonghwa’s calm and authoritative voice cut through the chaos of excitement, his small smile reassuring. He looked around at everyone, giving out tasks with precision. “Wooyoung and I will be in charge of getting wood. Yunho and Yeosang, you guys make sure the phones are charged for music. Yn, you and Jongho can go ahead and meet us there.”

You blinked for a moment, taken aback by Seonghwa’s decision to put you with Jongho. It wasn’t like you minded the company, but you hadn’t expected him to pair you with him so suddenly. You gave a quick nod, not wanting to question the plan. Wooyoung quickly came by to place a kiss on your lip.

" see there beautiful!"

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