#You let him touch your neck to win a card. And still lost it
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phlonde-era · 3 months ago
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Dan is all "now breaking the Phil trash N°1 allegations". Bitch you just won the game definition of "how much you know about your bf and your relationship" the allegations are ON
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draconic-desire · 8 months ago
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Yandere Aventurine…Y’ALL. I’m so torn.
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On one hand, let’s face it. Aventurine is a pompous, condescending little prick. He parades around like a peacock for a reason: he has the money, the connections, the confidence, the looks. But he’s also cunning, and that makes him dangerous. He knows exactly how to play every card, when to throw down each chip.
But on the other? His own future image admitted that under all that bravado, Aventurine is constantly battling his own inferiority complex. He’s had to literally fight his way, often to the death, through his entire existence. Making the bet, winning the game of luck and life—it’s beyond scary, and he’s tired. Yet he’s gotten so good at acting that he can, at times, even fool himself into believing his IPC Stratagems title is who he has always been.
So Yan!Aventurine…which side of him do you see?
You know that everything is a game for him. A gamble. And you’re the dice. With a snap of his fingers, he has the means to send your life crashing down as easily as a stack of chips. Suddenly crippled with debt? IPC on your tail? Wanted on Penacony? Oh, he can make it all go away and shower you in fortune for the rest of your life…for a price, of course.
The bargaining coin? You.
But what about those moments when his facade cracks and you see the frightened little boy underneath? When you catch him looking in the mirror, touching the brand on his neck like it might still burn? When you hide in his enormous home and watch as he slowly loses his composure, whispering how he can’t lose another person he loves?
In the end, he’s trying to fool you just as much as himself. Maybe you haven’t lost yet…maybe you can throw your hat in the ring, too.
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Basically 2.1 quest made me horny for Aventurine while simultaneously making me desperate to give him a hug and stroke his hair and comfort him, babygirl deserves the best ♠️💛🎲
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daidonzo · 2 years ago
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Chapter 27 - What it meant to me will eventually be a memory [Chishiya x Reader]
"What's the diagnosis, doctor?"
You winced in pain when Chishiya's fingers touched the increasingly growing bump in your head, which was killing you. You stretched your aching back and moved your creaking neck from side to side, hoping for some relief. There was, if only a little bit.
You felt as if a truck had run all over you.
It hadn't been a truck, of course, but a freak of nature using a bull's hollow head as a mask.
"Everything should go away in a few days." The blonde man finally declared, putting both hands on your shoulders. "You were lucky."
"I am, extremely." Because you had him, but saying it out loud would just be ridiculous. He was not only an extremely intelligent, good-looking and caring person (at least when it came to you), but also an actual doctor. "That's why I also would have won the King of Diamonds."
Chishiya had explained more or less what happened during his game to you. He hadn't gotten into too much detail - you had the feeling there had been something other than what he told you, but you had learned, with time, not to push him.
You trusted him so much you didn't mind if he had secrets.
"Are you sure you would have understood the rules?" His lips were curved in that smirk of his, teasing you once again. He had to explain to you how the game worked more than once.
You were just not good with numbers. Like, at all.
"No, I wouldn't have. At least not the first few rounds. But you see, that's where the magic happens…" You stood up from the chair you had been sitting in, turning around so that you could look at Chishiya while speaking, leaning your body against the edge of a table. You were occupying an abandoned apartment once more. "I would have been pretty much like "fuck it, we ball" and choose whatever random number appealed to me."
The man chuckled silently to himself. "I don't think Kuzuryu could have seen that coming."
Oh, yeah, you had to add Kuzuryu to the list of criminally insane people you had met in the Borderlands. It seemed the executive board of The Beach had a lot more of them than you thought at the beginning.
There were only two games left - the King of Spades and his slaughter and the Queen of Hearts. Both were located in Shibuya, close to where the face card games had been announced for the first time, at least judging by the position of the airships displaying those two cards.
None of you had said a word about it, but were travelling towards them.
As were multiple other players.
A part of you wanted to let that other people face those games. Who knows? Maybe they would win and you would be transported back to the real world one night, while you were sleeping.
But other part knew that wasn't fair. All of you had to do your part, work together. And also, you had a feeling you would meet your friends there. You missed them dearly, specially Kuina, and refused to believe something had happened to them.
In addition to that, while it seemed most people softened up with pain, it turned out some of them hardened, you included. You would have never taken yourself for a tough person, but life found a way to surprise you once more.
Now, if your head could at least stop pounding for just a second…
"Penny for your thoughts?" Chishiya asked, his fingers softly touching your jawline.
You blinked, realizing you had lost yourself in your own mind.
"It's a full on monologue." You smiled apologetically.
"I want to hear it."
"I was just thinking we have two games left. We are so close, but I assume there's only a limited number of players, which probably becomes lower every single day, and that means we could still lose, because we could all die and not clear them. And I want Kuina, and Arisu, and Usagi, and Tatta, and Ann to still be alive, but Kuina most of all." You spoke one word after the other, fast, without making a single pause. "I also feel like a completely different person."
"I am sure Kuina is still alive. Arisu, Usagi, and Ann as well." You noticed how he didn't mention Tatta, but you decided not to point it out. Pain was of no use to you, not right now. "And we will beat those games."
His hand moved from your jaw to your hair, fingers getting lost between your locks. He brought your head forward, softly, so that your foreheads would touch.
"And what about me not being the same person I was before… When all of this started?"
You didn't know how much time had passed.
"You are the same person. You've just become more of a force to be reckoned with."
A smile was dancing on your lips already.
"Do you think so?"
"I know so."
"I love you."
The words just escaped your mouth without a warning.
Your heart was full. You had lost people on the way, you had been hurt both physically and emotionally, you had experienced the worst of people… But you also had found love, and friendship. And light couldn't mean anything without darkness to compare it to.
"I love you too."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You had found Usagi close to Shibuya. Alone.
Your heart sunk for a second, thinking that if she was alone, that had to mean… That everybody else was dead?
You didn't let yourself think about it, instead focusing on the happiness you felt seeing her alive, and well. You were so happy you actually hugged her, something she wasn't expecting, judging by the look on her face and the way she awkwardly reciprocated the gesture.
"I'm glad you are still alive." She said, patting you on the back.
"Me too. About you, I mean." You were smiling when you separated, nervously. "Are the others…?"
"Arisu is somewhere there." She pointed towards the center of the city, behind some buildings.
Chishiya smiled, knowingly. You knew he thought highly about him. "I will go speak to him."
You nodded, and remained with Usagi.
"What about Kuina? Did you see her? Ann, Tatta?"
"Last I saw of Kuina, she was fine. Ann as well. Tatta…"
You knew what that lingering silence meant. You swallowed and licked your lips, before pressing them together. She was aware she didn't have to say anything else.
"Are you okay?" She asked, changing the subject, pointing at your face. "That looks like it hurts a lot…"
"Oh? This, you mean?" It did hurt. Even smiling was painful, but you had become accustomed to it. It was funny how the human body could get used to things so quickly. "I'm fine, I was in a game and…"
You had just started retelling the story when you heard the shot.
The King of Spades?
No, nobody was running hysterically and firing just once wasn't really his style.
Plus, it came from where Arisu and Chishiya were. Usagi and you looked at each other and started to run.
You honestly had no clue as to what happened, and what you found when you finally reached the place was even more disconcerting.
Niragi, or what was left of him, was on top of a car. His face and body were a mess of burnt scars.
The surprise of seeing him alive didn't last very long, because your eyes moved instantly to Chishiya, who was bleeding undoubtedly from that shot you had heard, hiding behind a car. Arisu was also cowered in the same position.
Everything you felt was dread.
"What are you doing?" Usagi asked.
"Are you three killing each other? Are you out of you goddamn minds!?" You could see it now, the three of them were holding guns. You spoke like a person about to have a nervous breakdown.
"Oh yeah. There were you two, as well." Niragi smiled.
And shot at the two of you. Usagi grabbed your arm, forcing you to move and getting you out of the bullet's trajectory. Both of you fell to the ground on the process.
"If you two are dead, then the three of us can be kindred spirits."
More shots. You closed your eyes, hard, hoping that, when it hit, it would at least hit you and not Usagi. She was more useful than you in the games. And, if there was room for an extra wish, that it would not puncture any vital organs. Pretty please.
But it didn't.
You looked at each other. You were both well. Could it be that Niragi had a shitty aim and nobody had been hit? Could you ever be so lucky?
Of course not.
A sound that you identified as your heart breaking into a million pieces when Chishiya hit the ground, a second bullet wound somewhere on his chest. Had it hit the heart? The lungs?
He had saved you.
Usagi and Arisu run to him.
You crawled.
You placed yourself at his side, on your knees, pressing the wound with your bare hands. That was the only thing you knew about treating this sort of things, that you should stop the hemorrhage. "Shhh, sh… It's fine, it's fine." You didn't know if that was meant to calm him or yourself.
"Why did you do that?" Usagi said, her hands on top of yours, helping you apply pressure.
"I wanted to do something that was… A bit out of character. It's probably because of the people I met here like Kuzuryu, Arisu and…" His eyes moved towards your face. He lifted his hand to touch your cheek and when he lowered it, you noticed his fingers were wet. You then realized you were crying.
"Stay awake! Come on, what were you going to tell me earlier?" Arisu asked, trying to keep him conscious.
"Oh yeah… To me… People who live life so seriously seem like fools. Those people who strive so hard. I did not like them. But I was jealous. They had what I didn't."
"I know what you mean."
"I figured you would say that, Arisu."
The conversation was going on around you, but you were not paying any attention to it. You couldn't. He was dying in front of you.
You also heard Niragi's voice coming from somewhere. What had happened to him? Had Chishiya shot him? Had Arisu? You didn't know the reason why he wasn't shooting at you any longer. You only cared that he had stopped. You hoped he would die.
Your thoughts were so chaotic. You were panicking, spiraling, looking at Chishiya's face but not really seeing anything.
You couldn't cope with any of the emotions you were feeling.
You couldn't function properly.
And just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, a shadow loomed over you.
The King of Spades.
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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years ago
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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)
A/N: As usual I give you the reunions in the worst way possible. Also I got the job and I start today so wish me luck! -Danny
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xxxi: Not A Happy Ending
Sergei opened the door and natural light invaded the space. Cat no longer had tape over her mouth, but she didn't feel like talking anyway.
"Time to work," the man announced.
He got her out of the car and walked her all the way back to the apartment. There he explained how the situation would work from then on: The collar would keep her "normal" except on the days she was instructed to kill, she'd be able to use her abilities, but if she tried to break free, the collar would blow her up and everything around her.
"You have two nights to find Spider-man. We're watching you, beast," he reminded her.
He left her and Cat sat down on her couch with heavy air. Half an hour later someone stormed into the apartment. Cat got up and searched for her spear but she didn't have it, she looked at the entrance with wide eyes. It was Kate.
"Oh my god," she looked at the mutant in horror, Cat had blood on her forehead and a black eye. "Oh my god—!"
Cat's eyes were still on the archer but her mind was still on Billy's speech. She looked out the closest window, without her powers, she couldn't hear or see anything with clarity so she couldn't tell if someone was watching this. She was frightened.
"What did they—"
Cat shook her head frantically, stumbled across the room, and grabbed Kate.
"You can't be here," she said hoarsely, forcing her out of her house
"Who was that—"
"GET OUT!"
She pushed Kate out of the apartment and slammed the door close. She stood with both hands on it as if fearing Kate would try to kick it down.
"What's that on your neck?" Kate insisted, she sounded on the verge of tears. "What's going on?"
"He's got us," Cat felt her throat closing. "He'll kill him if you stay, please..."
"No."
"You can't help me!" She cried out. "He sent me here so I had to lock myself away! Go! He wants you to stay!"
Kate leaned on the door. "Don't let them win— please, open the door..."
"You p-promised," Cat swallowed, but the lump refused to go away. "You promised you'd step back—"
"Not like this! Please, open the door!"
Cat closed her eyes, her nails —entirely human— dug onto the surface. "Go away."
"Cat..."
"They'll make me kill you," she confessed. "Hide."
"No..." Kate sobbed quietly.
Cat thought very hard. "I'll follow Clint's advise... the best shot he took, remember?"
"W-What..?"
"Pests must be eliminated," she pressed. "It's what I told Harley. I must do this. It's what I deserve."
"O-okay," Kate replied, catching up on what Cat was trying to tell her. "Harley. Okay."
"He's right— he's always been right and he has to stop me. He needs to hide Edith and lock the doors."
Kate's steps hurried out of the hall, and Cat fell to her knees shaking, but this time it was more than fear. She had a new plan, and one chance to do it.
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Cat used the security card Happy had given her months ago, she used the emergency stairs but no one stopped her, she might've lost her powers, but she still knew how to be sneaky.
As expected, Harley's office was open. On his desk was E.D.I.T.H., and next to the glasses there was a post-it note in Harley's handwriting.
'I hate you.'
Her chest felt heavy, she was hurting everyone again, all because she'd been arrogant in her past. The one thing she'd tried to avoid... Cat pressed the only button she was allowed to touch in her collar and she spoke.
"I'm on my way to kill Spider-man."
The collar was deactivated but it didn't open. Cat wasn't wearing her suit, M.O.U.S.E. had been taken from her apartment, she didn't take the blaster, it was still broken, but at least now she was looking like herself again, with silver hair and feline eyes.
Without M.O.U.S.E. it was harder to find what she was looking for, but she did find the hero by pure instinct, something within her knew his favorite places. She couldn't back down now, and the performance had to be convincing.
Copycat teleported at the same time the hero landed on a near rooftop, she came out from the shadows.
"Hi again, Webs."
The guy stopped and turned to her, the suit wasn't exactly as she remembered —not that her memory was any good, to begin with— but he sounded extremely happy to see her.
"Copycat!" He rushed to meet her but Cat stepped back in alarm. She wondered how on earth could he tell so quickly when she wasn't wearing her usual suit. "Cat?"
"Have you ever been stabbed?" She asked quietly.
"What?"
"Answer me," she drew out a pocket knife.
Spider-man stammered out his reply. "N-No! You saved me before it could happen— your blaster got ruined thanks to that!"
A memory flashed through her mind, and she blinked it out of the way.
"That's how it got broken..." she slowed down, realizing she hadn't been able to remember how she'd lost the weapon up until that moment.
"C.C, what's going on?" Spider-man asked. "And why are you wearing your S.H.I.E.L.D. suit?"
Cat moved like lightning. She tried to punch him in the face but he dodged it, his senses faster than hers. She tried to stab him but he moved aside.
"What the hell?! Stop!"
"You stop!" Cat teleported and wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him back. "Is this the only suit you've got?" She whispered, barely moving her lips.
"N-No?" He panted.
She tightened her grip and the guy threw her over his body. The fall knocked the wind out of her, but she was smiling. It was then that the young man noticed something.
"Where's Mouse, Copy?" Spider-man noticed the inhibitor. "Oh no no no no..." he knelt beside her. "Who did this?"
Cat grabbed him by the shoulders and headbutted him, though not as hard as she'd done to Russo's man. In queue, she received a shock as a warning, she was taking too much time.
"Goddammit," she yelped. "Okay! Fine!" Cat pushed and straddled his body, seized her knife, and put it on the hero's throat.
"C.C... don't do this..."
While she kept him in place, she leaned closer, the hero tried to squirm away but she pressed the blade to his pulse. She whispered. "I need you to pretend... we have an audience."
"W-What?" He choked.
She straightened in her place and stabbed him. The guy seemed smart enough to catch up on what she was doing, cause he started screaming like a madman. It could also be that he was in real pain.
"STOP— STOP CAT, PLEASE— YOU'RE HURTING ME—"
While he gave the performance of his life, Cat drew out a package from the side pocket of her suit: The Stark glasses. She pushed them under his back as if they were another knife.
"Trust me," she muttered as he continued to scream. Then she raised her voice, trying her best to sound like she was sobbing. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
Cat stabbed him again. She didn't push the whole blade in, and she also tried to aim at a rib so the knife didn't injure his organs. That time he did scream mostly in pain.
The mutant pulled out the blade and gawked once she smelled the blood, but she pressed her hand against one of the wounds anyway, while the other moved up to his throat. That time she didn't have to fake her cries of disgust, and once she considered she was bloody enough, she grabbed hold of his mask.
"I'm sorry!"
Spider-man went utterly silent when his mask got pulled off. Cat had her eyes closed, she was using her free hand coated in blood to smudge it all over her face. This ended up helping them, the abrupt lack of screams and the way he went stiff, made it look like Spider-man had died at last.
She searched blindly for the button in her collar, then she spoke.
"I need five minutes to..." she sniffed to get the blood into her nose and it sounded like she was crying so hard it was making her gawk, "to discard the body..."
No one replied, but the collar didn't turn on. Cat got off of Spider-man's lap still holding his mask. She put it in her pocket, then with her eyes closed used Matt's powers to carry the hero out of the rooftop.
Once on the stairs of the building, she searched in her chest, pulled out a piece of paper, and threw it on the floor. It was her address.
"I'm sure I'll see you soon," she said, hoping to sound angry enough for the others to believe she was talking to them and not the very-much-alive hero on the stairs.
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potatoesandsunshine · 11 months ago
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aaaaahhhhh 1) you posting the name of your Dragon Age WIPs made me remember that I forgot to post the name of any of mine damn but 2) because I trust you implicitly and you are the only person who has ever made me question my staunch opinion of NEVER learning anything about Sebastian, I gotta ask about your 'hawkebastian bad ending' AND/OR also...josie...yes, please talk to me about josie....
<3 <3 <3 oh i WILL talk about both
hawkebastian bad ending is also the working document for the potential hawkebastian ‘good’ ending timeline, and also the place I took notes during my most recent DA2 playthrough (Jessalyn Hawke You Are Everything To Me). I won’t try to sell you on Sebastian because I think this might be one of those ‘the version of this character that exists in my head is better than the one in the game’ situations—but the version that exists in my head is incredible. We meet him in act 1 and his family is all dead, foreshadowing how all of Hawke’s family will be dead, and I find him so miserable and tragic and compelling. Playing this save and doing the rivalmance for him also lets Hawke say a bunch of anti-Chantry stuff and I hate the Chantry so it’s a huge win. 
The Jessa/Sebastian dynamic is so so extremely reputation to me. Delicate is their song. Call it what you want is also their song. Also don’t blame me is their song. Basically if it’s on reputation (and I like it) it belongs to them. And I thought it would be so much fun for my aggressive, direct Hawke to fall head over heels at first sight for the Worst Possible Person.
It takes a bold man to shoot a piece of paper out of the Grand Cleric's hand. Jessa's heart gives a tremendous thump.
These two characters are desperate to escape the loneliness vortex inside of themselves and they do that by secretly getting married in the middle of act 2 after killing a bunch of bandits and having life-affirming sex in a barn that they both decide they need to Take Responsibility for, telling literally no one besides the Mother at the provincial Chantry in the middle of the woods around Tantervale, and then talking themselves out of it by the time they return to Kirkwall. This leads to either the ‘bad’ timeline, where Jessa kills Sebastian at the end of the game when he threatens Kirkwall and demands you kill Anders, subsequently going back to do a takeover of Starkhaven and naming herself regent (a weird Loghain parallel which I’m super into?); or the ‘good’ timeline where she kills Anders and they return to Starkhaven to rule together (but she always remembers that he wants her as a weapon before he trusts her as his wife). There’s definitely not a ‘happy’ timeline for them! They are always at their happiest in that barn, alone together.
   "I have this dream," she says, in that odd, soft way of hers. Her fingers card through his hair, more touch in the last day than he's had in the past year. He is hers, utterly, blasphemous as it is.
   Rain is still coming down on the dilapidated barn. The air smells fresh and new, and the wind is cool enough to raise goosebumps all over her skin.
   "Tell me?" he offers—he offers, like it's easy, like he's not starving for any piece of her, like he won't die if she stops touching him.
   "We never came to Kirkwall. We went somewhere else, somewhere kinder. My brother is a knight and my sister is happy and my mother is quietly proud of them." She is so very vulnerable, even with her hand at his neck. So very lost and lonely, a bird with a broken wing, searching for a safe perch.
   He has never—not even when she walked into the Chantry with blood under her nails, proclaiming his justice done—been more drawn to her. He has never felt so hollowed-out with need. He tries to be a virtuous man. He tries to be a good man. But right now, with her hand in his hair and his cheek against her chest, he wants to keep her. And he knows she wants to keep him—Hawke never wants to let anyone go.
   "And you?"
   "Oh, I suppose I marry someone sweet and have a lovely garden." Her nails scratch his scalp gently. A cat would purr. "We choose each other, and we're happy."
   "Jessalyn," he manages, pushing through the comfortable fog she has him in. "Jess-ah." Her grip on his hair tightens.
   "We choose each other," she repeats, more focused, her eyes boring into his. And he knows what she's going to say, as she tilts his face up into hers and catches his mouth in a brief, fierce kiss. And he has never, never wanted anything so badly.
   "I pretend it's you," she whispers, and he cracks clean through.
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josie.... is actually the document where I write send your letter, i’ll reply (please ignore how that fic has not been updated since 2021, it is not dead I am still tinkering with it!) It’s actually a fic about Josephine witnessing a friendship blossom between Trevelyan and her sister Yvette! I thought Yvette was so much fun during WE&WH, and I love writing about how outsiders see video games happen, so she was a perfect way in to these characters. Josephine deals with her lover becoming best friends with her sister, the dismantling of the Inquisition as an organization, and the realization that she’s done the work and gets to have the happy ending. The first two chapters are finished, but the third is still in the bullet-point outline stage:
Letter from Kirkwall. Josephine has been settling matters in Antiva. Evelyn spent three days in Otswick before leaving, getting a room at the Hanged Man, and becoming a comtesse. Letter from Varric—don’t let her go back to Otswick, Ruffles. She gets all mixed up. Letter from Evelyn—I miss you, I love you, I’ll see you soon.
Trevelyans got kicked out of Orlais for breaking sumptuary laws headcanon here, an ancestor who discovered the right combo of pigment for Mock Imperial Blue and subsequently had to flee the country. Painting connection to Yvette :)
There are whispers in Antiva for months preceding Yvette Montilyet’s inaugural exhibition. They move beyond the circles of artists; three of the merchant princes requested to see the paintings in advance and five others sent spies. All were easily dealt with—the princes regretfully informed by the artist that the work was in no state to be viewed, the spies turned away by a few Friends and one resident assassin with a habit of walking the Montilyet estate at night. There is such a kindness to Evelyn. It is nonexistent when security threats arise.
What is their life together like? The Herald of Andraste resides a very short distance from Antiva City, and is often found in the studio of a novice painter. Yvette has had fine teachers, but she has not made a name for herself yet.
Beyond a brief presentation to the Queen of Antiva, the Herald has attended no formal court events. She has refused to sit for anything more than a sketch, even for the artist most in favor with the Empress of Orlais. 
Her portrait will be the centerpiece of Yvettes first exhibition. 
Josephine hasn’t seen it either.
It is not a portrait of the Herald of Andraste at all. It is Evelyn, only Evelyn, in the solarium. // Dressed simply—quiet blues and greens, no hint of the formal dress from Halamshiral. Her hair is in a cloudy bun, each wisping strand shot through with sunlight. Across her shoulders, poking fun at a chain of office, is a daisy chain. // She faces the viewer, hands resting in her lap. Everything about her posture speaks to regality; her chin is raised and her shoulders are squared. And then there is her expression. // The serious line of her mouth pulls up at one side, lips pressed together. Her eyes are lively, engaged. // Josephine’s breath catches, somewhere around the time she sees the freckles bunched up on Evelyn’s nose. This is—it is— // The opposite of every portrait, every rumor. There is no declaration of divinity or piety, no assertion of power. Not a single overt symbol. It could be any noblewoman. // Josephine reads the title, Lady Trevelyan Discussing Literature. // Yvette has captured the moment before Evelyn laughs. // No, they will not be parting with this painting. Not for anything.
No declarations of love come for Yvette in the wake of the exhibition, which she pouts over for a time. No censure comes from the Chantry for a disrespectful depiction of the Herald of Andraste, which lets Josephine breathe a sigh of relief.
Her mother has the portrait installed in the family gallery. Evelyn takes to haunting there, too.
The Anchor always hurts her, even now. They have separate bedrooms, connected by a door, and it is not uncommon for Evelyn to begin the evening in Josephine’s bed only to vanish in the night. The pain keeps her awake and restless, and Josephine is yet more grateful to Yvette, who is one of the only people capable of distracting Evelyn.
More than once, the two are discovered giggling next to the kitchen hearth by an indulgent cook. 
Basically, They Are In Love and even when things are tough, they work out :)
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i-dont-like-menthols · 2 years ago
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Let me tell you a story about the best date I've had.
It happened December 7th 2022 and was with this guy I matched on hinge. We'd been talking for a bit and yeah there was some attraction. Now keep in mind I'm a single mum (going through a divorce) and I have no one really to watch my son so I suggested he come to the house - now don't judge me, I know it's a bit reckless but I live in Portugal (pretty safe) and I live with my brother and he was aware of the situation.
So this guy is 3 years younger than me, an engineer and lives 100km (~62 miles) away from me and he's like "yeah that sounds great! Do you have any games we can play?" And I'm like... Ok, he wants to play games and I have no games so I told him I only had cards and maybe he could bring something.
The day comes and he arrives, pretty awkward as usual, I let him in, offer him some drinks and then we go sit on the sofa as per his request. He noticed I was kinda anxious (I am very socially awkward and I have anxiety) so he was like "oh I brought Uno!! I thought we could play it with a twist... Every time we have a draw card we need to answer a question the other person asks." I was like ok, sounds good, I'm scared but sure let's play. It was a GREAT way to learn things about each other, we did all sorts of questions, personal stuff, hobbies, sexual questions, deep questions and we played this for like 2h or so 😅 we were sitting right next to each other, our arms were touching and there was definitely some chemistry.. the way he looked at me and the way I looked back, I mean it was good... We laughed a lot and I absolutely lost most of those games and so I answered a lot of questions. Then we had a bit of a break, he went to the toilet, I checked my phone and let my bestie know it was going great.
And then he came back and said "should we take it up a notch?!" And I knew instantly what he wanted but I still asked what he had in mind. And he was like "Strip uno! Same principle but we'll do full game or we'll be naked in no time." Ahaha and I was game because I like to have fun and didn't want to be boring. So we did that and this time I was winning most of it 🤣 I still had my jeans and bra on and he was already in his underwear and he lost again... He looked at me and was like "hmm, another game? Please? I'm already almost naked and you're not..." So I was like ok I'll play you another and I lost.. thing is I was on my period on this date (so annoying but I honestly didn't think we were gonna get very far because he didn't seem the type, just very respectful and sweet and stuff and that's why I agreed) so I didn't feel comfortable taking my jeans off and I started panicking and he noticed something was off and he just kinda kissed me very softly and sweet and immediately I kinda relaxed but then he started getting hot and heavy with more kissing and kissing my neck and my breasts (is this too much detail? I feel like I'm writing fanfiction but this actually happened to me!) He removed my bra and I was ok with it and then he started to try to undo my jeans which is when I panicked again and stopped him... And how do you tell a guy on your first date that you're on your period and that he just kinda wasted his time coming here if he wanted to get laid? And I just told him "I'm sorry, I can't... You chose the worst week to come." And I kid you not he literally said "I don't mind, do you mind?" And to this day I'm like whattt?! I'm not sure he understood what was going on!
Flashback to when we were playing uno with the questions... one of the questions I asked was "what's the things that really turns you on and that you really enjoy?" To which he replied "there's something about blowjobs, I just really really like it" and so because of that I was like "I'm so sorry but I can't have sex, it's not like I don't want to, I would... I just, yeah. But I seem to recall you love BJ's if you're up for that". He just kissed me harder and sat back and I did pretty good and then we cuddled and talked some more, laughed and then he had to go which is always the worse part if you ask me.
We kissed goodbye and to this day we still talk, we've tried to set a second date but he's incredibly busy and because he's so far away it makes things harder.
But I loved this date!! To this day it makes me smile because everything happened so naturally and it was fluid and just comfortable. And I really wanna see him again! 😊
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rozcdust · 2 years ago
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Pairing: Ran Haitani x f!reader x Kakucho Hitto
Genre: Crack, SMAU
Word count: 1.7K
Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, substance abuse, gambling, Inui and the reader are a problem both
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Some were dancing, some were chatting at their tables, and some were outside, smoking.
And some were stuck with you.
You saw the way men at the poker table were getting flushed, nervous, wiping the sweat off their foreheads with handkerchiefs and pulling their ties loose, as if that will help.
You shifted your legs, crossing them with a smirk, keeping your cards close to your chest.
They’ve already tried games numerous times, poker, blackjack, baccarat, roulette, but it didn’t matter to you.
It never mattered at all.
Games of chance were always your thing, the one thing you excelled at since an early age, and no matter how many games they switch, you knew you’ll win, a deck of cards and a pair of dice as familiar to you as your own name, and yet these pathetic old men still tried to pretend they weren’t gambling half their bank account away.
You would have felt bad if you were any dumber, of course, but you knew better.
These men had far more than money to throw, and if they wanted your help, who were you to reject them?
A deck of cards and a pair of dice was your element, and even if you did lose the first couple of games, you’ve already made the money lost multiple times over.
After all, this is why Mikey called you here.
Takada was a pathetic little thing, with greying hair and a bald spot he tried and failed to hide, his suit a touch too tight and signs of infidelity tattooed all over the circle of pale skin where he’d taken his wedding ring off.
He made the mistake of making an off-handed comment about Mikey, and Mikey thought of smarter ways to make him pay.
Not a problem for you.
You’ve always had more than your fair share of a little bit of luck.
“Full house.” Grinning, Takada threw his cards on the table, looking up at you, as if expecting to win.
“Goddamit!” Yelling hard enough for half of the large room to turn and stare at him as you revealed your cards, a straight flush, and you smirked, allowing him a couple of seconds to write another cheque with too many zeros.
“Well, it was lovely playing with you gentlemen, but I believe my friend might be getting a little antsy,” Standing up as you picked up the concerning stack of cheques with too many zeros, you smile politely at Takada, his eyes piercing into his, “You know how Manjiro gets.”
You saw the way his eyes followed you back to Mikey, the way realisation hit him, and you couldn’t help but smirk.
But before you could get to the table and sit down, Kokonoi stopped you, taking the cheques out of your hands and throwing them on the table, looking you in the eye seriously.
“We need to talk.” You heard what he said through gritted teeth perfectly, but you saw a chance, and it’d be awful if you didn’t take it.
“Oh, you wanna dance Haji? Let’s go!” Turning on your heel as you took hold of his wrist, dragging him before he could try and stop you.
He turned to the table Bonten was seated at for assistance, but only Mikey was still there, playing on a GameBoy he stashed in your purse.
“Boss! Boss?! Mikey?! MANJIRO, HELP ME!”
Mikey merely looked up, throwing a thumbs up before his gaze drifted back to the screen, and Kokonoi offered him a middle finger he didn’t see, annoyed and utterly desperate.
Spinning him as your hands sneaked around his neck, he glared at you hard, hesitantly placing his hand around your waist to not cause a scene.
“You wanted to talk, Hajime?” Smirking, you leaned your head on his shoulder, sighing in contentment, gently swaying to the music.
“Stay the fuck away from Kakucho.”
“Oh? Why, want him for yourself?.”
He forced you to look at him, a grave expression on his face as his eyes narrowed, glaring at you.
“Stop fucking around. He’s a friend. I’m serious, stay the hell away. I've known you long enough to remember how most of your partners end up and he of all people doesn’t deserve that shit. He’s been through enough.”
Tilting your head, feigning ignorance, you couldn’t hide the smugness from your voice.
“And how do most of my partners end up, exactly?”
Sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair, Kokonoi avoided your eye, instead looking past you.
“Fucked up and miserable, that’s how. You act so sweet and like you care but let’s be real, you run at the first sign of commitment. He’s a good man, okay? And he’s had a life you don’t have any reason to make more miserable.”
The lazy smile you shot him made him want to punch you.
“I don’t think I will stay away, Koko, but thank you for your input.” Quickly letting go of him, you bowed slightly in mocking politeness, leaving him to shout his warnings alone.
“What did Koko want?” Mikey looked at you for just a moment, eyes narrowing as he finally noticed the stack of cheques on the table.
You smirked, leaning back in your chair as you took a sip of your drink.
“Nothing.”
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“Are you waiting alone?” A raspy, tired voice made you look up from your attempt at lighting a cigarette, recently made familiar eyes staring back at you with exhaustion written all over them.
Finally getting a light, you nod slightly, sighing in contentment as the poisoned smoke filled your lungs.
“Yeah, a friend will come to pick me up, Mikey was sleepy, I’d have hated to make Sanzu drive me too.”
Kakucho nodded, leaning on the wall next to you as he accepted the cigarette you offered him, allowing you to light it for him.
“Would you mind me waiting with you?”
“Not at all,” Smiling, you took a drag, watching as the cold air mixed with the smoke, “That is actually very sweet.“
“Mikey seems to care about you a fair bit, just doing my job.” Shrugging his jacket off, he offered it to you, noticing the way you shivered in your thin dress.
You gladly accepted it, enjoying the warmth and the smell of Kakucho’s cologne, heavy and pleasant against your hazed, tired mind.
You were tipsy, bordering on drunk, but you’ve never been particularly lively while intoxicated.
Unless, of course, in a few very select circumstances.
“Let’s write this down as doing Koko a favour by keeping him nice and miserable.” Smirking, you let out a small sound of surprise when he snorted, shaking his head.
“Koko is dramatic, that’s all.”
“Don’t I know it,” Rolling your eyes, you stomped the cigarette out, immediately lighting up another one, “You look nice, by the way. The blue really suits you, brings out your eyes.”
“Thank you,” Kakucho’s stoic face remained, but his face betrayed the slightest hint of surprise, “Doubt there’s much to bring out, but thanks non the less.”
Certain circumstances have been reached.
You shook your head, your Drunk Girl Peptalk™ support system kicking in as you backed off the wall, now standing in front of him so you could look him in the eye.
“Nuh-uh! No shit-talking here tonight, no sir! Have you seen yourself?” Gesticulating wildly, pointing at him, his mouth opened to say something, but you quickly pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him.
“Your eyes are fucking mesmerising, like, my dude, do you own a fucking mirror? Should I buy you one?! Because, my good sir-“ You stumbled a little, but his arm quickly shot out to grab yours, helping you regain your balance, “You are a three-meal coarse and a snack afterwards. Hell, maybe even a bottle of wine afterwards! You’re like, so fucking pretty? How dare you? ‘Not much to bring out’ my ass! You’re like, the hottest person I met and oh my God I’m rambling aren’t I?”
“A bit, yeah.” A spark of amusement twinkled in Kakucho’s eyes as he cracked a smile, letting go of your forearm.
“Sorry,” Shaking your head with a small smile, you leaned back on the wall, the loud sound making Kakucho cringe, “Happens when I’m drunk. I’ll be quiet.”
“No need. You seem fun.”
“Why thank you! I am.”
Kakucho laughed, finally, a snort and abrupt noise but it made your stomach flutter nonetheless.
Looking over your shoulder, Kakucho got off the wall, throwing his long burned-out cigarette to the ground.
“I think your ride is here.”
Turning to take a glance, he was right as Draken pulled up next to you, turning off the engine of his motorbike.
“Hey, y/n!” Getting off his motorbike, he quickly grabbed a bag he had already packed, making his way towards you, “I brought you a change of clothes, it’s November and you’ll freeze in that.”
You nodded, softly accepting the bag with a quiet thank you as you took Kakucho’s jacket off, returning it.
Draken threw his coat over your shoulders to grant you privacy, holding it in place as you quickly pulled on the pants and hoodie he brought, both oversized and probably belonging to Inupi, carefully folding the dress as you put it inside the bag, your jewellery clinking.
Draken gave Kakucho a short nod before turning back to you.
“Ready to go?”
You nodded, taking a step towards him before you remembered something, quickly finding a small piece of paper in your bag and handing it to Kakucho.
“See you around!” Smiling, you waved at him as you followed Draken to the motorbike, disappearing as Kakucho’s keen gaze followed it all.
Glancing down at the paper in his hands, he found it to be your business card, name and number listed in an elegant, black font.
He chuckled, mulling over the memory of the girl he just met, her perfume lingering on his jacket, mixing with his own cologne.
Crumbling the business card up, he allowed it to drop to the ground.
Didn’t see a point in taking her number, he just didn’t think he’d call her.
But after only a couple of steps, he turned back, picking up the paper and straightening it out, glancing at her name.
Fuck it.
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dreamkidddream · 2 years ago
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Mafia AU with Mammon? :)
This the one- this is the ONE I have been waiting on 😤 reader is gender neutral!
CW: a bit of suggestiveness, blood, minor cursing, violence & modern AU!
Dream’s 800 Follower Special 📖
Casinos can be a dangerous place.
The same place where you could win and indulge in riches beyond your imagination was the same place you could lose everything- including yourself.
But temptation was hard to resist.
And it was getting harder to resist Mammon’s gaze.
You should have turned down his invitation- politely say no and kept to yourself like you always do. Guys like Mammon, while fun, we’re trouble- dangerous even. He brought a sense of adventure in your mundane life, the feel of adrenaline almost constant whenever you were with him.
How someone like you managed to catch his attention baffled you to no end- but how can you complain about when he has your heart fluttering like this?
And it was the way he spoiled you endlessly.
You’ve never been one to ask for much, or one to ask too many questions. But when Mammon would adorn you with jewelry that cost more than an entire year of rent, it was something that you couldn’t shake. He always waves off your worry, saying that it’s just some extra money from the “family business”.
“I got plenty more coming in MC- so let me spoil ya like you should be!” He would always say, putting on your new gold piece glittering underneath the lights himself. Jewelry, outfits, even a new place to live- Mammon’s offers would leave with his lips with easily with no doubt, as if he was offering to do a simple favor (which in his mind, that’s more than likely how he saw it).
You tried to look up some information on it, ignoring the guilt bubbling up inside from not trusting his words. Apparently he does run a large company with his other brothers, his share being in charge of the casino. You can’t help but think that was a bad idea, especially with his spending habits.
But as he was barking out orders while showing you around, flashing a smile as he gave your hand a small squeeze, you thought that maybe he did have things under control.
He even pulled out your chair when he brought you to the table, the dealer shuffling and flicking out cards to you. Mammon smirked as he sat back, pulling you to his chest, golden-blue eyes glinting with mischief.
“Ready to play, MC?” His lips ghosted over yours, lidded eyes gazing into yours.
Nothing good can come from this, but your rational side already lost out the moment he came into your life.
“Ready.” You went to close the gap between you, feeling his soft lips against yours.
Yours lips fit perfectly against his.
And this was the final move that sealed your fate.
A mix of alcohol and the high from Mammon’s lips has your mind hazy, but your heart racing.
Your neck was marred with hickeys, and you still feel the ghost of his touch on your body, feeling a delightful shiver roll through you.
You were enjoying your time with Mammon in his private office, when his phone started to ring. He kept ignoring it his hands were wandering and kisses growing deeper, but it went off so many times that he broke away and growled curses underneath his breath.
He sighed at the caller ID and his apologetic gaze brought your mood down. You didn’t mean to pout so much, and Mammon placed his hand on your chin to leave an array of kisses, promising to not take long and to make it up for you when he comes back.
As the front door clicked close, you couldn’t sit still. Pure euphoria was running through your body, skin burning and lips tingling from moments ago. You wanted to calm down, feel the night breeze to try and relax. His office was huge enough to have its own exit, so as you glanced around the shiny items (stopping to drag your fingers along the vintage car), you stumbled through the door.
The cool air felt amazing against your skin, much needed after the heated moments from before. You stood there, admiring the stars above and wondering just how much your life changed with Mammon. How hopeful you were for your possible new future with him-
A loud thud caused you to jump.
You looked around, hearing it again and again- then hearing what sounded like crying.
You should’ve went back inside, you should’ve got help from someone, you thought as you took steps closer to the cries.
Then you heard a familiar voice, and it was in that moment that you wished you stayed home.
“I tried to play nice, I tried to help ya out when Lucifer wanted to get rid of you, and this is how you repay me?”
Mammon stared down at the man, gurgling on his own blood and beaten beyond recognition. He’s no stranger to taking lives, but he tries not to get his hands dirty if it’s not necessary.
That doesn’t mean that he’s not ready to do so at any moment.
But now that this guy is getting in the way, he has no choice.
“I already warned you over and over again- I told you to pay up. You’re not only dumb enough to show your face around here without my money, but dumb enough to make eyes at what’s mine?”
The gun clicks in his hand, and the gurgling grows louder, the man choking out barely understood pleas for his life. He’s shuffling backwards, putting his broken fingers up as a last minute resort of defense.
Mammon hasn’t felt this way about someone in a while. To have someone see him as him, not as someone with a powerful title or riches beyond belief- it did something to him. To you, he was Mammon- the jokester who never stayed out of trouble but was head over heels for you, who he would do anything to see that smile. To everyone else, he was the second in command to one of the most ruthless mafia to ever exist.
He’s always been known as the greedy brother, as the one who has to have it all and still want more.
Call him selfish, but Mammon wants you- all of you- to himself. And he’ll be damned if he shares you with anyone else.
He can’t get enough of you now- he won’t lose you, he won’t.
Whatever it takes.
He pulls the trigger without a second more of hesitation, the body slumping to the ground immediately, blood circling around his crisp shoes.
And then hears your screams ring out in the air.
There he stood, formal suit now darkened with the blood of his recent victim, hands covered in scratches and bruises. While you stared at him in a look that he prayed he never see towards him- fear.
Mammon whips his head back and curses underneath his breath, eyes widened as it lands on your frozen form. Your own eyes are wide, mouth agape, and he starts to see that you’re trembling, backing away in faltering steps- shit, you’re going to run- why didn’t you wait for him back in the office?!
“M-MC? MC-“
You start to openly sob when his men close in around you.
“Boss-“
“Back off.” He growls, and they immediately step away. Mammon moves to hold you, to try and wipe away at your tears, stammering out apology after apology. But all you do is fight out of his grip, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
His heart is breaking- you weren’t suppose to see this, you weren’t suppose to know about any of this. He wanted to keep it a secret for as long as possible; and then to tell you once everything was settled. You weren’t suppose to find out like this, and Mammon is pissed at himself for being so careless.
“MC, just listen-“
“Mammon I swear I won’t tell anyone- I swear! Please just let me go, please don’t k-“
“I’m not gonna hurt you MC! Just listen-“
Your sobs didn’t quiet down, if anything they grew as you babbled on. You’re still trying to fight out of his grip, words a mix between begging for your life and crying for him to let you go.
“I can’t.”
Those words made you freeze and your heart drop.
Mammon cradled your face, and you whimpered at the iron smell, the specks of blood leaving a crimson stain on your skin. His eyes showed sincerity, but his voice remained serious. The voice of a man in charge, with his decisions being final.
“I can’t let you go MC- even if I wanted to, you saw too much.” His thumb wiped at the wet trail left on his face. “I will never hurt you MC, but you gotta understand that I can’t let you leave either.”
“Why?! I won’t go to the police, I’ll- I’ll pretend that I didn’t see anything-“
“That won’t cut it.” He spoke gently. “People know that you’re with me now, and that puts you in danger. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
Mammon will do everything in his power to protect you, and he didn’t have a single doubt in his abilities to do so. Besides, no one’s dumb enough to mess with him or his family- the people that are end up like the body laying on the cold ground, sometimes even worse.
He can see the gears turning in your head, another excuse to throw at him to beg for your freedom. But it’s all pointless, because even if you had all of the right answers, he could never let you go.
He brought you closer into a hug, wrapping his jacket around you as he motioned for one of his men to make a call. He felt his shirt getting wet as you tried to silence your cries, and he did his best to comfort you- even if he was the reason for your distress.
The body lying in front of you sat as both a grim reminder of what could happen and your mistake for ever dealing with Mammon.
But it didn’t matter.
Your fate was sealed the moment he fell in love with you.
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starryhyuck · 3 years ago
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limit. (m)
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pairing: gryffindor!mark x reader
words: 3.4k+
summary: with gryffindor on a continuous losing streak, you have no choice but to push your quidditch player boyfriend to his breaking point.
genre: smut
warnings: public sex, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, degradation, daddy kink, face slapping
“If you keep pushing him, he’ll snap.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
You observe Mark across the Great Hall, fingers clenched tightly around his spoon. The other Gryffindor seated beside him are eyeing him warily, afraid the resident happy Head Boy was slowly losing his mind.
This, of course, is partly due to you.
You’ve refused to give Mark an orgasm until Gryffindor wins a Quidditch match, which has effectively been very hard since the team has been on a losing streak. You and Mark aren’t animals, per se, but the two of you fucked regularly and the fact that he hasn’t gotten the chance to touch you in weeks is taking a toll on him.
Lucas swings an arm around his shoulder and whispers something to him, but Mark’s eyes are locked in on you. You could almost feel the magic radiating off of his form. You smile deviously, arm reaching to wrap around Donghyuck’s, who gladly accepts your touch. Luckily, Donghyuck enjoys pushing Mark’s buttons almost as much as you do.
Donghyuck’s in the middle of feeding you a bite of his chicken when all of the glasses in the Great Hall shatter. A jumbled murmur of shrieks and gasps of surprise echo at the performance of wandless magic. Students whip their heads around, frantically trying to find the source of the fiasco. You already know who the culprit is, watching as Mark stomps out of the Great Hall, fists clenched tightly.
Donghyuck snickers beside you.
“You’re really asking for it. Wearing Slytherin gear and sitting with the snakes? He’s going to ruin you.”
You roll your eyes, brushing off his comment and adjusting the green tie wrapped around your neck. You briefly lock eyes with your irate boyfriend, who is currently on the Quidditch pitch, waiting for the match to begin. You smile and wave at him innocently, only to receive the nastiest look in return.
Donghyuck laughs again at the exchange. “I’ve never seen Mark look like that. Are you sure you’re ready for the consequences?”
You grin as the game begins, the cheering sounds from the Slytherin stands almost drowning out your voice.
“He needs a little push. Gryffindor has lost three games in a row already.”
You prove Donghyuck right a hour into the game. Mark has been scoring goal after goal since the match started. Slytherin’s Keeper tries to block every single throw, but Mark is clearly on a mission, showing no mercy to the Slytherin house. He almost looks like he would Avada someone on the spot just to win.
Every time he scores, he makes a point to look straight at you before zooming off. You smirk to yourself, already feeling your panties dampen at the sight. One part of you is slightly afraid of what Mark will do to you once Gryffindor wins. The other part of you is unabashedly excited.
The Slytherins around you groan and complain as Mark continuously scores. Donghyuck is enjoying the show, knowing you’re truly in for it later after seeing the murderous look painted on Mark’s face.
The game ends after two hours, with the Gryffindor Seeker securing the Snitch and winning the match. The sea of red erupts in a roar of applause and cheers, while the Slytherins grumble and curse their luck. It was the first loss of the season for the Slytherins, and they could all thank your boyfriend for that.
Usually, when Mark wins a game, you would wait outside the locker rooms and congratulate him with a kiss. This time, you want to make him work for it a little more.
Donghyuck chuckles when he sees you turn the opposite direction of the locker rooms.
“You’re in for it now.”
You’re laughing at something Doyeon’s telling you when you feel the abrupt tug on your arm. You hiss at the contact, ready to hex whoever it is. Realization seeps within you when you see the look of fury on Mark’s face as he tugs you away from your friends.
“I’ll see you guys later!” You call out, already feeling the slick of your wetness coating your thighs.
“Okay! Great game, Mark!”
The Gryffindor boy doesn’t even thank them, pulling open the door to the empty Potions classroom and shoving you inside. You put on your innocent persona.
“That wasn’t very nice. I was having an interesting conversation with Doyeon, if you must know.”
“On the desk. Now.”
The anger laced in his tone has your body vibrating. You decide to push him even further, frowning and clutching your books tighter to your chest. You still have Donghyuck’s Slytherin scarf wrapped around you, which Mark is heavily glaring at.
“I don’t even get a please? Where are your manners, Mark?”
You gasp when he steps forward, fingers bunching around the locks of your hair and pulling. Hard.
“You think this is so funny, don’t you? Watching me fall apart, breaking all the glasses in the Great Hall and receiving detention for it? How about wanting to injure someone on the field just so we could win? Just so I can come back to you, fuck you so hard your tight cunt stretches out.” His fingers grip the fabric of your skirt and he growls. You swear you can feel your juices start running down the inside of your thigh with how wet you are. “And what about this? This stupid fucking little skirt. You think you could get away with that too?”
You placed a charm on your clothing early this morning, making your button-up shirt just a little tighter around your chest and your skirt a little shorter than normal. You smile and try to raise your chin as much as possible, struggling as Mark continues to pull your hair.
“Daddy likes it? I did it just for you. Just so Daddy could win today.”
Mark’s eyes are the darkest they have ever been, and you try not to glance down at his trousers, which are probably straining from his growing erection. You only play the Daddy card once or twice, mainly because once it’s out in the open, Mark fucks you until you can’t feel your legs. And most days, you would prefer not to limp from class to class.
Another gasp rips out of your throat when he discards your clothing with the flick of his wand. He casts a silencing charm on the room, and you know you’re done for.
He leaves you in your undergarments, and today, you have chosen to wear a nice lacy number in Slytherin green. The sight makes him hiss in frustration, and it isn’t long before he slams you down on a nearby desk. You whimper at the contact, but Mark hardly cares about your well-being at this point.
He snickers at the sight of your ruined underwear, snapping the garter you’re wearing against your skin as you yelp.
“Look at you. Greedy little slut. Who got you this wet?”
“D-Donghyuck,” you manage to say, gathering enough courage.
The answer earns you a slap across the face and you cry at the pain.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
“Y-You, Daddy. Just y-you.”
He hums in contentment. You shudder when you feel a finger run up and down your slit. “I’m going to make the rules very clear today. You’ll do your best to obey them, or else I’ll use your body how I please without letting you cum. Understood?” At your timid nod, he continues. “I’m going to fuck your tight little cunt raw. I’m going to cum as much as I like, and make you cum as much as I like. If I hear any protests, I’ll add an extra orgasm to the list. I don’t care if you’ve reached your limit. I don’t care if you can’t handle any more. I’ll do whatever I like, and there will be no arguments about it.”
You chew on your bottom lip. Mark has never fucked you raw before — you both always use Muggle condoms or contraceptive charms.
“But, Mark-“
He slaps your clothed slit and you gasp loudly. “That’s another orgasm added to the list. Do you want another one? We’re already at five.”
Your eyes widen. You’ve never been able to take more than three orgasms from him without passing out. You immediately shake your head, sealing your lips tight.
“Good. Bend over.”
You scramble to follow his orders, shakily positioning yourself over the desk. Another flick of his wand and you’re completely naked. You whimper at the vulnerability, wondering if he also cast locking charms on the doors too. Anyone could walk in and see you bent over like this.
Mark usually likes to see your face when he fucks you so you’ve never really tried this position with him. Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his hands exploring your backside.
“Wish everyone could see you like this for me. Bent over during dinner while I fuck you into the table. They always tease me about you. Gryffindor Head Boy could never satisfy his partner. They think I’m such a goody-two-shoes.” You almost scream when a finger unexpectedly pushes into you. “I wonder what everyone would think now — having you bent over the Potions desk like this, eager to be fucked like a little whore. Waiting for my cock to split you apart, isn’t that right?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you garble.
He adds another finger, the squelch of your wetness causing you to grow even warmer. He thrusts his fingers inside of you, skillfully digging them into the spot you love.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your cunt? Ever since you made that ridiculous bet with me, I knew I was done for. I had to excuse myself so many times from class just to rub one out in the bathroom. Seeing you in this cute little skirt, so eager to earn House Points, so willing to please the professor. I imagined how tight your pussy would feel when I wrapped a hand around myself, how many of those sweet moans I could bring out of you.”
When he pushes a third finger in, you shriek as you cum without warning. You were probably moaning without any sense, writhing on top of the desk as Mark fingers you through your orgasm. He drank up every single one of your sounds, gazing down at you with a feral look in his eyes.
Even as your orgasm subsides, Mark doesn’t stop fucking you. You almost request for him to give you a break, but you know it’ll just earn you another orgasm.
He watches you, waiting for you to beg for him to stop. He smiles when you obey, continuing to thrash and whine as his digits pump into you.
“So pretty, perfect for me. You’re always so tight, it’s not fair to me, you know? I could fuck you every single day and you would still need to be stretched out regardless.” He leans over your frame, mouth beginning to press open mouthed kisses at your throat. The sensation has you jolting, his fingers grinding down to rub at your clit. “But you would like that, wouldn’t you? So hungry for my cock.”
This was true — you couldn’t seem to get enough of Mark on a daily basis. Even if you didn’t fuck every single day, you always had the urge to get on your knees for him and suck his cock. It calmed you in a way. Before exams, Mark would pull you into a nearby alcove and let you suck him off until your worries disappeared.
You could feel your high approaching again. “P-P-Please,” you stutter, gasping and pushing yourself further down his fingers. “Please, Daddy.”
At the sound of your begging, Mark sinks to his ground. He jerks your body until you’re halfway off the desk, pushing your thighs apart so he can see you fully. He takes a moment to marvel at how pretty you are before licking a stripe up your cunt. You groan, fingers tangling into his hair, which is still slightly damp from his after-game shower.
He hums against your folds, exploring them with his tongue. Mark could eat you out for days and remain unbothered by the outside world. There have been multiple times where you’ve woken up to his head in between your legs as he snuck into your dormitory room early in the morning to get a taste of you. There’s also been a few occasions when he would convince you to sneak out while he runs patrol in the hallways, just so he could prop you against a wall and eat you out until you cry.
Your eyes flutter closed as you revel in the feeling of Mark’s mouth on your cunt. He’s groaning with you, hands cupping your thighs and bringing you closer to him. His nose continuously nudges your clit as he licks you, slurping on the remnants of your orgasm.
It doesn’t register for a few seconds that he’s still talking to you.
“This is mine. My cunt for fucking. I’m the only one who’s allowed to see you like this, understand? The only one who gets to make you cum.”
He is, indeed. You topple headfirst into your second orgasm, juices spilling into Mark’s waiting mouth. He cleans you up as your body attempts to recover. You’re lucky he remembered to place a silencing charm, your voice almost giving out with the amount of screams you’ve emitted. He decides to spare you this time, rising from the ground and licking his lips.
“Tastes so good.” He smirks down at you, watching as your chest rises and falls from heavy panting. You feel like you’ve run a marathon, but he looks like he’s only just started. His fingers brush stray hairs away from your face. “Poor baby. All fucked out already? I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”
You blink deliriously in response and he laughs. His fingers dig into your hips once more as he adjusts you on your back again.
“How about you answer a question for me? If you answer correctly, I’ll give you my cock. If you fail, I’ll add another orgasm to the list.” You blink again in response, brain fuzzy. He grins. “Why don’t you tell me what a bad girl you’ve been these past few weeks?”
He slaps the inside of your thigh to jolt you out of your reverie. “I-I was a b-bad girl, Daddy.”
“Hm? And why’s that?”
“I ignored y-you,” you whisper as his hand cups your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. “I cheered for S-Slytherin when I-I should have b-been c-c-cheering for Gryffindor.”
Your breath grows more shaky as Mark’s other hand inches towards your entrance again.
“And?”
“And I f-f-flirted with D-Donghyuck when I’m o-only s-s-supposed to have e-eyes for y-you, Daddy.”
“And?”
“And I charmed m-my clothes t-to tempt you.”
“Because?”
“Because I’m a whore.”
He smiles in contentment. “That’s right.”
Instead of pushing his fingers inside of you, you’re taken aback when the tip of his cock sinks into you. You moan loudly, not even noticing he had taken off his trousers.
“Fuck,” he curses, watching himself push into you. “Such a tight little cunt. Only for Daddy’s eyes, right?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
His fingers find their way to your throat, curling and gripping your windpipe. You gasp and hear his sinister chuckle.
“There’s my little whore. Back in her place.”
He almost pushes you off the desk with the force of his thrusts. You have another small orgasm when Mark fully bottoms out, and he laughs when he realizes.
“Already? Looks like you’ve been just as desperate as me, baby.”
You’ve never taken more than three orgasms before. Since Hogwarts was a big school with many prying eyes, it was hard to get alone time with Mark like this. You often had to face the judgmental glares from the portraits whenever Mark fingered you behind one of the tapestries. Now that he has you all to himself, however, he intends to make the most out of it.
You’re pushing on the border of exhaustion, watching as your boyfriend continues to furiously push into you. He moves his hand from your throat to your cheek, slapping you once more to wake you up.
“Have to stay awake, baby. We still have two more to go.”
You mumble incoherently in response, past the point of comprehension. Once the tip of his cock rubs against your sweet spot, you cry out in pleasure. He grunts, angling himself so that he keeps hitting that spot inside of you. Over and over.
“M-Mark, I-“
“I know. Let me feel you, baby. Want to feel your cunt cum all over Daddy’s cock.”
You can’t begin to explain the tightening feeling in your stomach. You feel like you’re flying up to your peak at an unsteady rate. It almost feels like you need to use the bathroom, but before you can warn Mark, you fall apart.
You think you black out for a bit. You blink dazedly, body twitching and nervously moving on top of the desk. You get the strength to lift your head and check on Mark. His cock has slipped out of you, his gaze locked on your pussy.
“M-Mark?” You ask softly.
“Fuck, baby. You just squirted all over me.”
You gasp. You’ve never been able to squirt before and you eye the mess you’ve made all over Mark’s chest. He grunts, fingers pumping up and down his cock.
“Fuck fuck fuck. How can you be so perfect?”
And then he’s pushing back into you. You scream loudly, still trying to recover from such an intense orgasm. You realize that you’ve started crying, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“Perfect girl for me,” he hisses, hand returning to paw at your breast. “Cunt is so so sweet. Can never get enough of you. Just give me one more, baby. One more.”
You want to tell him you can’t, you’ve reached your limit and can’t push it any farther. You squeal when he pinches your clit.
“Daddy, please-“
“Daddy wants another, baby. One more for me.”
His thumb circles your clit while his cock pistons in and out of you. When he finds your sweet spot again, he doesn’t rest. He’s on a mission to get you to orgasm again, the same expression painted on his face from the Quidditch game just a hour ago. He’s determined to see you fall apart, filth spewing from his mouth.
“I wish I could take you like this every time. Push you up in the hallways, fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess for me. Having everyone watch while I make you squirt, showing them I can fuck you better than anyone else can. I bet they would all be jealous. They could never have you falling apart for them, begging for them to fill you up with their seed.”
It dawns on you that Mark still hasn’t cast a contraceptive charm of any kind. He seems to be on the same wavelength as you, digging his heels to the floor and thrusting harder at the thought of cumming inside you. The lewd sound of your wetness fills the room, along with his grunts and your whimpers from oversensitivity.
“I want to fuck you everywhere before we leave this place. Want you to ride me in the middle of the Quidditch pitch for everyone to see. Want all the Gryffindors to watch as their Head Boy plows into his girlfriend in the common room. Want you to bounce on my cock during every meal. Fuck, I want you so badly, baby.”
When you squirt this time, you’re coherent enough to watch it happen. Drops of your slick pour out of you, gushing onto Mark’s cock and the floor. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours only grows louder and wetter with your orgasm.
Mark hisses. “Want my cum, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you echo back to him, barely staying awake.
He groans when he reaches his high, pushing deep inside of you to empty his load. He cums more than you expected, but you suppose he’s been holding it in for weeks. He finally finishes a minute later, collapsing on top of you. He subconsciously places kisses on your neck.
“Never act up like that again. I don’t think I have the stamina to do another round.”
You giggle, about to respond when the booming voice of your Potions professor echoes throughout the room.
“Mark Lee! What on earth do you children think you’re doing? Fifty points from Gryffindor!”
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oomisluvr · 3 years ago
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more domestic sakusa because i love him
life, as expected, is chaotic. which is why there are evenings like these.
relationships, just as anything else in the world, take effort. they take dedication and commitment; an unwavering promise to make time for each other.
"uno!" you call. sakusa huffs and rolls his eyes.
"it's about time you win a round," he smirks, placing a card, "i've been getting tired of winning."
once a week, he had told you. at least once a week, the two of you were to push aside all responsibilities and forget about the world for a few hours. once a week, you were to dedicate time to each other, whether that be at an expensive venue with lobster pasta, or here in your home, over cheap wine and takeout.
"oh, fuck you," you joke, "you're such a sore winner. that's like the worst kind of person."
he shrugs, reaching to the edge of the rug to take a sip of his red wine, a lazy, comfortable grin tugging at his lips, "hurry up and win, so i can beat you in the next round."
he looks good like this, you think; his hair flat and stringy from the shower, a wet glow on his skin from the condensation. you smile at the socks he's wearing, vibrant colors standing out against his black sweatpants, legs crossed as you play card games on the rug in the living room.
"sore winner!" you call, reaching over to jab a finger against his sternum, "you don't have to shit-talk me!"
he chuckles softly, his shoulders shaking with the motion, "you're so easy to rile up," he teases, collecting the cards and beginning to shuffle them, "it's quite hard not to fuck with you. just a little bit."
"you're an ass."
"hey now, let's use our nice words."
you shove a forkful of his pad thai in your mouth, flipping him off.
"you're gonna regret that," he warns playfully, dealing out two sets of seven cards and placing the deck between the two of you.
"why? what are you gonna do, huh?" you flip a card over, starting the game again. loser goes first (due to your complaints), so kiyoomi puts a card down.
"because you're about to loose so fucking hard."
"shut up and play the damn game." you slam down a card, sassing him with your eyes.
"you asked for it," he sighs, feigning pity, "reverse to me, reverse to me, skip you, uno," he says, laying card after card, "and uno out."
your jaw drops. throwing his head back, kiyoomi laughs at your expression. there's no real way to describe it-- his laugh. it's thick like syrup, the deep baritones bringing a blanket a warmth over your body. this sound; this melody. god, you could live in it forever. briefly, you wonder if the room got brighter.
"cheater!" you screech, pointing an accusing finger towards him, "you were swapping cards while dealing."
"i did no such thing," he gives you an unimpressed look, "you're just bad at uno."
shocked at his bluntness, you act in the only way you can.
you pounce on him.
kiyoomi's reflexes, as expected, are damn near godly, and he's fully prepared for your full-scale attack. hearts tender and bellies full, you roll around on the rug, wresting without a real reason.
by the time it's over, you're pinned on the rug, hands held above your head and damp curls brushing your forehead. breathless and a little sweaty, you still have some fight left in you.
"nobody wins five games of uno in a row unless they were cheating."
"oh yeah?" with one hand still pinning both your wrists, he picks a ball of lint from your hairline, giggling. it's a completely childish giggle that feels like a punch in the gut, the realization of how happy he is with you. he grins, "it was six times, actually."
"you're literally proving my point."
he places a soft kiss between your eyebrows, "will it make you happy if i say i cheated?"
"yes," you declare boldly from your very vulnerable position.
"too bad," he says, "you lost, fair and square."
before you can argue back, kiyoomi swoops down, his lips catching yours in a deep kiss, swallowing whatever rebuttal you would give him. his hands release your wrists, your hands instantly curling into his hair, and sakusa's arms nearly turn to jelly at your touch. pulling back, his chocolate eyes peer into yours, a light blush coming to his face.
"you're my best friend." he whispers, "i love you."
it's rare that sakusa exposes himself; it's such a treat when he lays himself bare, presenting his heart to you without a cage surrounding it. caressing his face in your hands, kiyoomi turns his head to kiss your palm.
"and i love you," you smile, "even though you cheat at uno."
he chuckles, laying his head in the junction between your neck and shoulder, laughing into the soft skin there.
"well," he says, words slightly muffled, "aren't i lucky, then?" soft lips kiss your neck.
his hand drops to pinch your side. he laughs again when you squeal.
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triptuckers · 3 years ago
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Fix her - Kaz Brekker
Request: nope Pairing:  kaz brekker x reader Summary:  kaz sent you out to gather information, and you always return on time with the intel he needs. well, maybe not always. Warnings: angst, language, mentions of BLOOD, BRUISES, INJURIES, typical soc stuff, slight six of crows and crooked kingdom spoilers Word count:  2.2K A/N: hello my darlings it is I and I have read almost every book leigh bardugo has written in the past month. I am now hopelessly in love with jesper, kaz and nikolai. I'll be updating my character list soon! I still have a few wips but I don’t have any motivation / inspiration for those. so have my first kaz brekker x reader instead! enjoy reading :)
It was a rather easy job, really. Kaz had received word that the Dime Lions had an important meeting coming up. Because he always wanted to know what exactly was going on in the Barrel and with its gangs, he wanted someone to listen in on said meeting.
Normally, he would send Inej. She was the obvious choice when it came to gathering information. But she was still recovering from a rather nasty cut in her side, and so you had offered to go.
Inej insisted she could go. But all it took was you raising your eyebrows when she moved to sit up, only to wince and flop back down onto the bed. Though he didn’t quite like it, Kaz had assigned you to the job. 
No one said it out loud, but everyone knew there was something between you and Kaz. Neither of you had spoken about it. There were just a lot of lingering glances, smiles from you and what you think was almost a smile from Kaz, and you even had stolen his coat once when you had lost your own. He didn’t seem to mind though.
When you had left that evening to listen to the Dime Lions meeting from the shadows, Kaz had sent you a look that you knew all too well. He reserved it only for you. It was him telling you to be safe. You’d respond with a wink that basically meant always am.
The rest of the crows started a card game to pass the time as they waited for you to come back. They didn’t worry, you were always careful and are considered one of the most dangerous criminals in Ketterdam. They knew whatever happened, you could handle yourself.
But after Jesper had lost four rounds of card games, the tension began to rise between them. Most meetings typically didn’t last this long. Still, no one said anything as they started their fifth game. You would show up eventually, probably bringing valuable insight with you.
After two more games, there was still no sign of you. Nina was the first one to speak up.
‘She should have been back by now.’ she says, absently looking out the window into the dark street. 
‘Have a little faith, Zenik.’ says Kaz, though on the inside he was filled with worry. He shook it off and focused on the game again.
More than once he’d scolded himself for allowing you to get this close to him. For putting so much trust in you, especially after what happened the last time he’d really trusted someone. But he couldn’t help it. It was like he was drawn to you like Jespers trigger finger was to his revolvers. He couldn’t help it.
Still, he knew your skills. He knew you were smart, and a fighter. Whatever was going on with you out there, he had no doubt you’d show up at the door in a few moments, cheerfully announcing what good intel you’d gathered and wondering how many card games you’d missed.
But you still didn’t show. And one by one, they all lost their interest in the card game. They fell silent and looked out the window or fiddled with their empty glasses. The tension in the room grew. Until Kaz suddenly stood.
‘Finish the game.’ he says. ‘I’ll go and look for her.’
‘I’ll come with you.’ says Jesper, getting up as well.
‘No.’ says Kaz, earning a frown from Jesper. ‘Just me.’ he says. And with that, he pulled on his coat, grabbed his cane and was out the door.
‘Right.’ says Jesper, sitting back down. ‘Anyone fancy another game? I have a feeling I’m gonna win this one.’
They played three more games. They were tired, and it was well past midnight. Still, none of them went upstairs to their rooms. Too anxious to play any more cards or to even have a normal conversation, they settled for silence and more drinks. 
Jesper was fiddling with his rings and bouncing his leg. Nina had her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. Matthias was trying to not look at Nina. And Wylan was attempting to build a house out of the cards. 
Finally, they heard the sound of the door opening. All of their heads shot up and turned to look who it was. 
Kaz stumbles awkwardly through the door, carrying you in his arms. Nina gasps softly and Jesper murmurs ‘Saints’ as their eyes land on your body. 
It’s bruised and bloody, and your eyes are shut. Was Kaz too late?
‘Clear the table!’ says Kaz loudly, limping toward it with you in his arms. 
Instantly, Matthias and Jesper seize the glasses and cards off the table as Wylan pulls some of the chairs back to make room. Kaz lays your beaten up body on the table and turns to Nina.
‘Help her.’ says Kaz.
But Nina is looking at you body, bruised and bloodied, nothing like the cheerful girl that buys her waffles and laughs as she teases Matthias. It’s almost impossible to find a spot on your body that doesn’t have a wound on it. There’s slashes from knives everywhere, bruising around your neck and the side of your face, and to top it off, blood is slowly leaking out of a bullet wound in your leg.
An expression of horror is written across Nina’s face, her hands pressed against her mouth. 
‘Nina.’ Kaz presses on. ‘I said help her.’
‘Kaz, I don’t think-’ stammers Nina. ‘Come on, fix her!’ says Kaz loudly, surprised of how much anxiety can be heard in his voice. Fix her, he thinks, because I need her to fix me.
‘I can try but-’ ‘Do it.’ says Kaz and then he turns away, he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Memories of Jordie flood over him, mingled with memories of you. Your laugh, how he fights his own smile every time you wink at him or send a flirty comment his way, the way you smell. How you look at him when he catches your eyes. 
Kaz shuts his eyes, attempting to drown the memories out. Taking deep breaths, he tries to focus on the voices behind him.
‘Jesper get the bullet out of her leg.’ says Nina. 
‘Just pull it out?’ questions Jesper.
‘Saints, you’re Grisha, Jesper, pull the fucking bullet out!’ says Nina in a loud voice laced with fear.
After a while of listening to Nina’s murmuring and instructions to others, Kaz finally turns back around to look at you. A wave of nausea hits him unexpectedly and he swallows hard. 
Nina had treated most of the wounds, with Jesper’s help. But your entire body is still covered in bruises, and now bandages as well. Nina’s cleaned the dried blood off of your face, but your arms and legs are still covered with it. 
They’re all nervously looking at Kaz.
‘I don’t know if she’s going to-’
‘Don’t.’ says Kaz, interrupting her. He needed to think straight. He needed someone to help him focus. Normally, you’d be the one to do so. But you’re in no condition to softly talk to him to reassure him everything is going to be alright. He needed to be his own soothing voice tonight.
‘Matthias.’ he says. ‘Bring her up to my room. Nina, go with him, see if there’s anything else you can do for her. Jesper, get Inej up to speed. Wylan, clean this mess up before someone notices.’
Without waiting for their reactions, Kaz walks up the stairs to his floor. Several moments later, followed by Matthias, who is carrying you, and Nina and Jesper. Jesper disappears into Inej’ room, while Matthias and Nina continue to walk the stairs to get to Kaz’ floor. 
When they arrive, Matthias carefully places you on Kaz’ bed as he was instructed. For a while, the three of them look at you. Until Matthias and Nina go to their rooms as well, leaving Kaz alone with you.
None of them had questioned why he insisted Matthias brought you to his room and not your own. Of course, they were dying to find out exactly what was going on between you and Kaz, but they all knew tonight was not the night to push him.
As he looks at you, Kaz feels the strong urge to touch you. Lay his hand on your cheek, to see if it’s still warm. But he can’t. Instead, he merely pulls out a chair and sits down next to the bed. He lets his eyes travel over your body, wondering how much pain you’re in, and who the hell was responsible for it. 
He needed you to wake up. He needed you to tell him who did this so he could send his biggest most muscular members of the Dregs to them. Kaz wanted them to hurt the way they had hurt you. 
His mind is running at an alarming speed. But eventually, even Kaz can’t fight his tired body anymore, and he falls asleep in an uncomfortable position in his chair.
From that night on, he instructed that you shouldn’t be left alone. He doesn’t want you to wake up and realise you’re on your own. The next day, it’s business as usual. The members of the Dregs are coming and going like they always do. The familiar flow of people helps to take everyone’s mind off things, but as soon as they’re by your side, they remember. 
Nina had tried her best to heal you, but it still took you almost a week to wake up.
When you wake up, your first thought is that your entire body feels way heavier than it’s supposed to. You try to open your eyes but it’s like your eyelids are made of lead. After a couple more tries, you finally open them.
You take in the room, and realise it’s not your own. Kaz. 
Why would you be in Kaz’ room? Why aren’t you in your own room? And why does your body feel so damn heavy?
And then all of the memories flood back. Like a tsunami, they catch your breath in your throat, making it hard to breathe. You try to inhale deeply, but it’s like your throat is sealed shut. You start to panic when you notice you can’t breathe. 
Then a pair of hands land on your shoulders and gently push you back onto the bed. Whoever it is, is talking softly to you. You close your eyes and try to steady your breathing. 
Then the voice yells out, but from much farther away, like they’re standing in the doorway, and not next to the bed.
‘Kaz! Nina! Get up here!’
It’s Jesper. 
You try to ask him what’s going on, but it’s still hard to breath normally. You try to focus on something else. Jesper’s voice trying to calm you down, his eyes looking into yours, but nothing’s helping. 
Then you hear a sound you know all too well. A familiar stumbling, of someone walking up the stairs with a cane. 
Seconds later, Kaz rushes into the room and roughly shoves Jesper away, taking his place next to the bed.
‘Who did this to you?’ he says. 
His voice is that familiar rasp, and normally you love it. But now it just makes your head hurt. You shut your eyes and softly shake your head, trying to drown the sound out. 
‘Y/N, who did this to you?’ says Kaz, more firmly this time.
‘Kaz.’ says Nina’s voice. ‘Let her rest. You can talk later.’ Nina’s voice is softer, more gentle than Kaz’. You try to focus on it as you open your eyes again.
Kaz is close. He looks down at you and you’re surprised by the look in his eyes. Was that a hint of worry you detected? You open your mouth to say something, but Kaz is faster.
‘Y/N, tell me who did this to you.’ says Kaz.
‘Couldn’t see their faces.’ you manage to say in a hoarse voice. Your throat feels dry and you start to cough. Immediately, Nina moves to get you a glass of water and helps you to drink it. 
‘Did you notice the way they moved? How they walked? Were they Dime Lions? Could you see any tattoos? What about scars? Clothing? Voices?’
Kaz keeps on firing questions at you, but you can’t focus on his words. Your head feels heavy and you feel your eyelids slowly closing again. 
‘Kaz.’ you say softly. ‘Tomorrow.’ 
You expect him to press on, to find out who did this to you. But instead, he looks at you and holds your gaze. He doesn’t say anything, he merely nods at you. You know what it means. Despite his harsh voice and the million questions, he’s glad you’re safe. And the ones who did this to you will pay for it. He’ll make sure of it.
You offer a weak smile before closing your eyes, already drifting off. You hear two pairs of footsteps leave the room, and assume Nina stayed behind to check on you.
The chair next to you gets moved back and you hear how someone sits down in it. When you feel something brush against your fingers, you assume it’s Nina checking your pulse.
But then you feel a gloved thumb on the back of your hand. It slowly rubs over your skin. To most people it wouldn’t mean anything. But to you, it meant the world. A tiny smile reaches the corners of your mouth, as you fall asleep. 
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo
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h0tchner · 4 years ago
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go team hotchner!
pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!
word count: 2.5k
includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT
rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)
a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife​’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞
“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.
Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.
When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.
The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.
Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.
You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...
“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.
“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.
“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.
“I think you should!” Agrees the second.
“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.
They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.
Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.
The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!
As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.
Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.
“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.
“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.
You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.
Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.
Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.
He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.
You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.
You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.
The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”
You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.
“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.
The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.
“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.
She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.
He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.
You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.
He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.
“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.
“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.
“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”
“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.
He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”
You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.
Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.
“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.
“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.
“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.
“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.
“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.
You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.
“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.
You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.
“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”
“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”
He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”
“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”
His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.
You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.
“I know,” you nod.
Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.
“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.
“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.
Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.
“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.
Damn your gaze, Hotchner.
You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.
You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.
“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”
You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.
“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”
You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.
“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.
“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.
You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.
“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”
You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.
Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.
You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.
He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.
“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.
Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.
“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”
The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.
You pull away, arms still around his neck.
“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.
Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.
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nsheetee · 4 years ago
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One Foot in the Golden Life
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Pairing: rich kid!renjun x caddie!reader Genre: rich kid AU, university au, romance, slight angst, mature content Length: 9.7k Summary: this is the story of a boy who is constantly pushed down by his father, a girl who just wants to not live paycheck to paycheck, and how they met on a golf course.  Warnings/Details: includes mentions of other NCT members, female reader, swearing, inaccurate depiction of golf, acts of sexual harassment towards the reader, mature content (unprotected sex, coming inside, oral [female receiving])
a/n: a big thank you to @insomni-writing​ for beta reading this ♡ also, if you are a minor, please beware that there is mature content in this fic!
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You thought it would be the perfect opportunity to work at the most well-known country club in the state, but really the only thing your job brought you was perpetual cold to your hands and feet, and entangled your simple life with one of the youngest and richest bachelors at your university.
The only place on top of Mt. Carla is the Augusta Country Club, and it is a sight to see by the regular people who gaze up at it from the city below, like mortals looking up into the Gods’ chamber. The first time you went up the mountain for your job interview at the club, you got lost and were almost late. Thankfully, you didn’t crash your car on the winding roads, and got the job as well.
The Augusta Country Club is equipped with the largest and most expensive golf course in the region, but also has Michilin approved restaurants and the finest saunas and gym equipment any CEO could ask for. Those are usually the type of people that have club memberships: CEO’s, congress men and women, top-notch lawyers, and maybe the odd business owner that made it big enough to afford the price tag.
When you took up the job as a caddie, you had an idea of what you were getting yourself into. You’ve only been working for a month, but there are already a few regular golf players that prefer you as their caddie, which in your book is a success considering the type of high profile people that come to relax here.
However, today is different.
You can sense it when Kara and Mina, your coworkers who have been working here for a year longer than you, walk towards you and your friend, Lia, before your shift today. Mina has a small stack of info cards in her hands and they both hold smug smiles on their faces. The info cards have everything a caddie needs to know about who they’ll be working for that shift, and by the looks of it, today’s game will have a good match up.
“I’m going to be Mr. Huang’s son’s caddie. Don’t even fight me on this, you know I’ll win.” Kara states boldly as the two girls stop in front of you, snatching an info card out of Mina’s hand when she holds them up like she’s playing a card game, flashing the photos and names on the cards at you.
“I call dibs on Mr. Lee’s son.” Mina hums, not even bothering to keep up the act that they just want to be good caddies. “You two can have the old men.” She smiles tightly, shoving the other two info cards into Lia’s grasp and turning on her heel to walk away with Kara.
Considering you don’t even know what they’re talking about, you have no right to be mad at them. There is more confusion clouding your mind than anger at their rudeness. However, Lia does not share the same sentiment.
“I’ll shove these info cards up their-” Lia fumes, her volume rising as the sentence went on, and you quickly pulled her out of ear shot, around a corner by the bathrooms. “-stuck up two faced asses!”
“Lia…” You mutter, her wording making you shake your head at how unstable her temper is, “They’ve been working here for a lot longer than we have, just let them have those clients. Either way, what’s it to you?”
“What’s it to me? ___, they’re talking about Lee Jeno and Huang Renjun. I know I told you about them before.” Lia states like she expects you to have those two names tattooed on the front lobe of your brain already.
“I think I remember them…. They go to our University, right?” You try to regurgitate your friend’s rambles from months ago out of your head.
“Yeah, business department.” She sighs dreamily, as if the business department is the sexiest thing on campus. “This might be our only chance to shoot our shot.” You can’t help but grimace a bit.
“It can be your chance to shoot your shot. Leave me out of this.” You randomly grab an info card out of Lia’s hands, turning it around to see Mr. Huang Lijun’s photo staring back at you. You send Lia one last look, walking around her to go change in the dressing rooms.
“Aw, you’re no fun.” You hear her whine, her footsteps echo through the hallway as she comes up behind you. She almost knocks you into the wall from how forcefully she grabs onto your arm and swings it back and forth like you’re two little kids on your way to the playground.
“Maybe we can shoot our shot at the old men?” You and Lia stop walking, turning to face each other for a moment of silence. You blink at each other as if you’re both considering it, before erupting into laughter at the ridiculous thought and continue walking down the hallway.
You and Lia constantly joke around about finding rich sugar daddies at work to pay for your college tuition, but both of you know you’ll never actually commit to the idea fully. Neither of you will admit it, but you both know you don’t have the guts to do something like that.
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By the time you, Lia, and your other coworkers change into uniform and gather your supplies for the Lee vs. Huang game, it’s already 10am. The air is crisp and cool, the signs of fall creep along your skin and taint the deep green trees in light oranges and yellows.
Despite the chill, you and your coworkers still wear skirts, long sleeve v-necks, and puffy vests; the only thing keeping your feet warm is a pair of short white socks and tennis shoes. You don’t mind the chill knowing that once the game starts you’ll be moving around enough to get warm. You stop thinking about your cold toes as soon as the door of the country club opens and the Lees and Huangs walk out.
The first time you lay eyes on Huang Renjun, you think your heart might stop.
You know it’s him because he walks close to his father as they make their way to where you’re standing by the golf carts. He has obviously dyed blonde color, his dark roots proof of that; it’s neatly gelled back in an effortless way with the light wind blowing a few of the locks gently as if an angel is personally moving them for him. His white jacket and black pants are slim and look like they cost more than all of your college textbooks this semester. He walks with his head high, his pretty, pink lips set in a straight line, and his almond eyes gentle.
Okay, so... maybe you understand the hype now.
“Good evening, ladies.” Mr. Lee announces, looking at you and your coworkers. You all politely introduce yourself and state who you’ll be caddying for.
Huang Lijun isn’t as tall as his son, but he looks to be more lively than Renjun, even at his age. He has a permanent smile on his lips and you can feel a friendly demeanor radiating from him when you approach.  
“Good Morning, sir. Let me take those off of your hands.” You politely grab the bag of clubs from him, feeling shy as his gaze doesn’t leave your face the entire time.
“You’re new here, right? I feel like I would remember you if I saw you before.” You’re surprised when he suddenly pinches your cheek, and he laughs at your shocked face. An unsettled feeling plants itself at the bottom of your stomach at the unwarranted touch.
“I’ve only been working here for a month, sir.”
“I think I’ll be coming around here more often, then.” He winks at you and turns to go sit in the front seat of the golf cart. You can’t help but let the feeling at the bottom of your stomach grow at how the older man looks at you. You definitely misjudged his “friendly” demeanor. Your eyes can’t help but glance at Renjun, who’s standing a few feet away from the whole interaction. He gives you a blank stare before turning and following his father.
In the past few weeks, you had gotten many lustful smiles and lewd gazes at your bare legs, but also many dollars in tips just in one morning by letting those smiles and gazes happen. The need to make ends meet justifies it all, and the cash you earn at the end of every shift only fuels this need.
The ride from the club’s main building to the first hole is short, so you quickly recompose yourself. You still have a job to do— a job you’re being paid lots of money for. You believe in your strong will to put up with whatever antics Mr. Huang pulls for the next few hours. Upon arrival at the first hole, you pull the bag of golf clubs out of the cart and follow in Mr. Huang’s quick footsteps, suddenly feeling sweaty from the exercise you’re getting by carrying these heavy clubs. When your group reaches the first hole, you set the bag down on the ground and press your hand over your face, but Mr. Huang’s voice startles you.
“Woah, there.” You jump and face him. “Those clubs cost more than my car, and unlike my car, they don’t deserve to be on the ground, darling.”
“Yes, sir. I apologize.” You smile shyly and pick up the clubs from the ground, your shoulders already straining to keep them up. ‘They weigh as much as a car,’ you huff.
This is going to be a long game.
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“You kids can clean the carts today,” Mina suddenly throws a keychain at Lia’s face, she barely catches it before it hits her, “I have plans.”
“Me, too.” Kara quickly says, following after Mina as they both walk away. The game ended right at lunchtime (the Lees won) and now you and your coworkers are back at the club. It’s supposed to be everyone’s job to clean the golf carts after they’ve been used, but it looks like today it’ll just be you and Lia… Maybe.
“___, please. I’m going to be late to the cafe, my boss there is already mad at me.” Lia turns to you and begs with her hands clasped in front of her chest, eyes pleading and feet bouncing. You sigh; you’re hungry and your muscles are sore, and all you want to do is go home as quickly as you can. Still, you roll your eyes and take the golf cart keys from her, making her face crack open into a smile as she hugs you quickly.
“I’ll bring you coffee on Monday!” She screams at you as she practically runs away, leaving you with two golf carts to clean. You sluggishly begin, crawling into the cart the Huangs were sitting in when you find a small notebook laying on one of the seats. Picking it up to examine it, you find out it’s your university’s yearly planner, a book that everyone gets at the beginning of every academic year. Along the binder reads “Huang Renjun” and your eyes widen, immediately looking up to glance at the direction that Renjun walked off to a while ago.
Your legs move quickly through the corridors of the club, moving past changing rooms, saunas, and bathrooms, the planner tightly clutched in your hand. Your head is on a swivel and your lower lip is stuck between your teeth, until you hear a door open and slam shut behind you, making you turn your head to catch Renjun walking out of a changing room.
“Mr. Huang!” You call out.. Renjun freezes at the name, spinning on his heel to see you walking towards him.
“Sorry to disturb you, but you left your planner on the golf cart.” You hold it out for him, but he doesn’t take it.
“How do you know it’s a planner? Did you look through it?” You blink at him, stunned, and then glance down at the notebook. You’re surprised by the sudden questions and at the same time annoyed that Renjun accused you of snooping through his things so quickly. The image you had of him earlier, graceful, classy, and attractive, slips out of your mind as he stares down at you. However, this is the first time he’s directly talking to you, and you can’t help the spark that ignites in your belly from the roughness in his voice. It’s higher-pitched, but unpolished and jagged as he speaks with you.
“No. I go to the same University. I have the same one.” You explain. Renjun’s stare turns into shock.
“Really? Which department?”
“Fine Arts. I study Studio Art.” At first you think that you’re seeing things, but after blinking, you can guarantee that Renjun has jealousy painted on his face. It’s so sour that he looks away, trying to preoccupy his hands by fiddling with his bag. “So, are you going to take this, or…?”
“Yeah,” The bitterness drips from his tone, but you have a feeling it’s not directed at you, “Thank you for returning it.” He finally accepts it and turns to his bag, taking out his wallet. The cards inside look thick and heavy; memberships to places you’ll never step foot in and credit cards with limits you could never even imagine. Your pride tells you that you don’t need anything he could give you, so you silently turn around and walk away.
Renjun shuffles through some crisp 10’s and 20’s, but when he looks up to give you the tip, you’re already down the hallway and halfway out the door. You have golf carts to clean.
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The next time you see Renjun is a week after the last game. The chilly weather remains, along with the useless uniform you have to wear, but this time around you’re not Mr. Huang’s caddie, you’re Renjun’s.
Kara walks next to you with Mr. Huang’s heavy golf clubs, her lips straight and head turned away from you to show her annoyance at how the caddie match up situation went this week. You’re sure to get an earful about this for at least the next few days, but you kind of like this revenge that fate dealt Kara. Either way, it’s not like there’s anything you can do about the match up. Renjun requested you to be his caddie this week, and you weren’t going to risk your bosses being angry with you by denying the request.
“Driver.” Renjun’s voice pulls you into the game. You pull out the correct golf club and put it into his awaiting hand, your fingertips brushing with his. “Aren’t you cold?” The words shock you, considering they’re the first words Renjun spoke to you today other than commands for golf clubs.
“I-I’m fine, Mr. Huang.” You respond promptly.
“Don’t call me that.” His tone is icy, and he quickly realizes how unnecessary it is to bite at you like that, “Just call me Renjun.” His father walks back from his shot, looking very smug. Renjun’s face is calm as he trades spots with his father and prepares for his first swing of the day, correcting his posture and loosening his limbs.
You remember the first time you saw him, how elegant and poised he looked. Your cold hands break into a sweat as your chest heats up from the quick beating of your heart. Renjun has only been icy and accusing towards you so far, yet you still feel warm while thinking about him. There has to be something wrong with you.
“Doesn’t my son look like he knows what he’s doing?” Mr. Huang asks from beside you, a small, unnerving smile on his lips.
“Yes, sir.” You reply back with your own, more innocent, smile.
“I taught him everything he knows about golf…. And women.” Mr. Huang leans into you, turning his chest to face you so that his breath is hitting your cheek. You can’t help but swallow to relieve your dry and cold throat, keeping your eyes forward as Renjun swings his club back and forth a bit in preparation.
“Yes, sir.” The only thought on your mind is to stop this man from stepping closer.
“Is that the only thing you can say?”
Renjun swings his arm back, breathing in as he keeps his eyes on the small white ball and his hopes in the green before him. Mr. Huang’s right hand is warm on your waist, but you would give anything to freeze right now.
A sharp crack ripples through the air as Renjun hits the golf ball and sends it flying into the golf course. His eyes are not where the ball lands, but instead on where his father touches you.
Renjun’s mom died when he was not even three days old.
He never got to meet her— to lay on her chest and hold her finger with his whole hand. He’ll never know what advice she would’ve given him when he got his first girlfriend, and he’ll never know how she would’ve reacted to him crashing his first car when he was 17. He only knows that his mom would’ve been there for him through all of that, unlike his father, who was not.
Renjun has had “mothers” through his life; three, to be exact. The first was when he was 5 years old, and she quickly asked for a divorce after Renjun’s dad went on a three month business trip and she didn’t hear from him the whole time. The second “mother” was a bit more mature than the first and with a lot more time on her hands. She wanted to shape 9 year old Renjun into a perfect student, which was something Renjun’s father appreciated, but still divorced her for “being too strong-headed.” Renjun only met his third mother twice when he was 13: once at the wedding and the second time at her funeral. He didn’t ask any questions, he wasn’t very interested in the first place.
These were the type of people Renjun spent his life around, but they really weren’t his mothers. The only similarity he had with those women was his father, and he treated them as poorly as he treated Renjun. That’s why when Renjun looks at you, cowering away from the very man who is his only link to family, he feels sick.
When is his dad going to stop being a fucking predator? How young does he want his next conquest to be? Will Renjun’s next mom be the same age as him? Something swirls in the pit of his stomach when he watches his father and it takes a moment for him to figure out what it is: jealousy. He’s not sure why he’s feeling jealous over someone he just met last week, but the feeling engulfs his whole chest and it burns him to his spot.
Renjun doesn’t even notice that he swung his golf club or that the golf ball went somewhere far into the green, probably an overshot. He only sees you, afraid of the man touching you but not stepping away. Why aren’t you stepping away?
“Nice job, Renjun.” His best friend, Jeno, claps a hand on his back as he steps up, hitting Renjun back into reality and forcing him to walk towards you. As Renjun approaches, his father slyly takes his hand away, and Renjun notices how you let out a relieved sigh. Giving you back his driver, Renjun strategically stands between you and his father, pretending to watch Jeno swing.
“Good job… Renjun.” You whisper, unsure about calling him by his first name so informally.
“Thank you.” Renjun sends a side glance to his father to see the displeased look on his face. “How was that, Dad?” Renjun hopes that maybe he can remind his father of why he’s here (to win against the Lees this week, not to feel up a girl 30 years younger than him) but in this moment, his father is acting like a 5 year old in the middle of a silent tantrum, not a 50 year old who runs the most successful construction company in the country.
“I’ve taught you better than that.” Renjun is sure they’re not talking about golf anymore, the authoritative tone in his father’s voice sends a lightning bolt of surprise and slight fear down Renjun’s back. He hates how he gets scared, he hates how his father can control him. The fury churns in the pit of his stomach as he accepts his father’s words with a bow of his head.
One day, Renjun swears he won’t submit anymore.
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After the game ended with the Lees winning once again, you, Lia, and your other coworkers convene at the golf carts after the clients leave to change inside the club.
“You ladies know the drill.” Kara throws both sets of golf cart keys at you before walking off with Mina. You push Lia towards the entrance of the building before she even has a chance to turn around and open her mouth.
“You should get to the cafe before your boss throws another fit.” Lia turns back to face you, her jaw slightly slack and her eyes shining.
“You’re seriously the best. I love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, just give me a few extra shots in my coffee on Monday.” Lia laughs at that, grabbing your face between her two small, manicured hands and kissing you on each cheek before hopping off inside. You can’t help but be amused at her antics, turning to the golf carts in front of you to start cleaning.
“They make you clean the carts by yourself?” The voice startles you, not because you weren’t expecting it but because it’s Renjun’s. You turn your head over your shoulder, he’s standing just a few feet away still in his golfing gear from earlier.
“Uh, not usually, no. But my coworkers haven’t been happy with me lately.” You explain, fully turning to him and crossing your arms over your chest to tuck your cold hands into your sides.
“The ones who have been working here for a while?” You nod as an answer, and Renjun nods back in understanding, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. “They’ve been trying to get with me and my best friend for a while...” Renjun trails off when he sees your eyebrows raise at the comment, “... But that’s not what I came here to talk about.”
“Oh? What are you here for?” The conversation has gotten too informal for a worker and their client to be having, but you kind of like talking to Renjun in this casual setting.
“I realized that the past few times we’ve talked I’ve been such a dick.” He laughs lightly as he remembers, “I wanted to apologize for that. I wasn’t in a good mood last week and this morning, and I ended up pushing it on you.”
Renjun feels lots of emotions when it comes to you, despite only having this one proper conversation with you. He feels envy towards you for being able to study something that he desperately wants to. He feels guilt when he remembers how quickly he made you into a thief when you were only trying to return his belongings, and he feels so many other secondary and tertiary emotions in between. His head is full when he looks at you. He finally feels like he’s thinking about something, not just doing the same day to day motions in a constant cycle of ‘when will this end?’
“You’re apologizing?” You ask, stunned when he nods his head in confirmation. Sincere apologies are important to you. You believe there are not enough of them in this world anymore, and his gentle almond eyes are too wholehearted and warm for you in this cold weather. Your heart feels full looking at him, and you curse at yourself in your head for being swayed like this.
“I also have a question… You mentioned you’re majoring in Studio Art and I was wondering if, maybe, you could let me into one of the studios after a class this week? I’ve been needing a quiet place to work since my house has been busy lately.” One of the hands that was in Renjun’s pocket moves to matte down his sideburns while he glances at his shoes. “Was that too forward? Sorry, I just know that you can’t get into a studio without a passcode and you’re the only person I know who’s in Studio Art.” Renjun explains after you stare for a while, blinking at him.
“You’re an artist?” You finally ask, Renjun giving you a weak ‘yeah’ in response. A part of you wants to say no, that it’ll be weird to do something like this for him when you’ve only known him for less than 2 weeks and up until this point, you’ve only been in a worker-client relationship. However, you’re curious about what he’s like outside of this setting, especially what he’s like when his father has no possibility of appearing, since that seems to be the factor that turns his mood up or down.
“Sure. Come by studio 3 after 6pm on Wednesday and I’ll let you in, but... I heard Mr. Lee already scheduled a game for next weekend?” Renjun nods, “Then in return, you can win that game. It’s embarrassing always being on the losing team.” You smile playfully at the end to let him know you’re only joking.
“Deal.” Renjun sends a smile back of the same caliber, holding out a hand to shake with yours. If you thought you were affected by Renjun’s nice presence, his hand in yours sends you into another realm. His touch is warm from staying indoors and from keeping his hands in his pockets, and they contrast to your cold skin. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when your hands connect, turning your hand in his grip to look at your knuckles. “Are you sure you’re not cold? Your hands are freezing.”
“I’ll be okay. I just don’t have any good gloves to wear while working.” He huffs, small traces of white smoke leaves his mouth as he digs through his pockets.
“Wear these.” He replaces his hand in yours with a pair of his own gloves, “Your hands are precious, they shouldn’t be freezing.” Before Renjun can get embarrassed by his own words, he shoves his hands back into his pockets and turns on his heel, walking away, “I’ll see you on Wednesday!”
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A knock on the studio doors shakes you away from staring at your painting, making you turn to look at who it is. Renjun peaks through the small window and waves when you make eye contact. You get up to open the door, almost forgetting that today is the day you agreed to let Renjun into your studio.
… Okay, that’s a lie. You definitely remembered that you’re supposed to meet Renjun, but you keep trying to convince yourself that you’re not excited about seeing him outside of that stuffy country club.
“Hey, sorry if I startled you.” Is the first thing he says when you open the door. He’s dressed in slacks, a dress shirt with a sweater over it, and a long coat over that. His nose and cheeks are slightly red from the rough wind outside and his supplies are clutched to his chest.
“Oh, you’re fine. I was just deep in thought.” Something about the studio makes both of you speak in hushed tones. No one else is here, but you feel the need to maintain the peace and quiet the room naturally holds. You and Renjun make your way to where you’re set up, he puts his things down on an easel to your left and takes off his coat, watching you from his peripheral vision.
Those uniforms they make you wear at work are just for show, Renjun knows that well, but that doesn’t stop him from appreciating you in the tight vest and little skirt. However right now, he likes your laid back look consisting of loose jeans and a layered shirt, he thinks it matches you.
“I was going to leave when you got here, but I think I’ll just finish this and head out.” You comment, aimlessly waving at your project.
“Please, stay as long as you need to. This is your studio, I don’t want to kick you out.” He laughs and licks his bottom lip. It’s breathtaking how innocent and nice his smile looks on his face. His eyes scrunch together to form laugh lines and his cheeks rise, he truly looks pretty when he smiles. You think this is the first time you’ve seen him like this.
You mumble back with a mixture of words that probably didn’t make sense and turn back to your work, leaving the room to continue with its peacefulness and quiet. However, Renjun’s presence next to you is too big to ignore. There are so many things you want to know about him and you have no excuse as to why you’re so curious.
“How about a game while we work?” You suggest.
“Sure… How about 20 questions?” It’s like he read your mind, so you smile and nod at his idea.
“You can go first.” You suggest.
“Okay, uh… Why do you work at a golf course if you’re majoring in Studio Art? Shouldn’t you be working at a, I don’t know, museum?” The question catches you off guard and Renjun notices how you stop painting, your brush and your hand floating in the air as you think, “Oh, sorry, is that too personal?”
“No, no… It’s just, normally, the first question people ask in a game of 20 questions is something like ‘what’s your favorite color’ or ‘what’s your sign’.” Renjun lets out a choked and embarrassed laugh, ducking his head down to look away from you. You can tell he’s about to change his question, so you quickly go back to painting and speak before he can.
“I did apply to work at several museums. I didn’t get any jobs, so I had to look elsewhere and Augusta was hiring. I know it’s not very fitting, but it makes good money and rich people know my name, even if it’s for just a few hours.” Renjun nods at your answer as if he could ever understand the idea of being poor, but the insight into your decision brings a fact to light that Renjun wasn’t 100% aware of before: you’re not like him, you need money.
“Don’t you hate the way people look at you there?” The words tumble out of Renjun’s lips faster than he can process the weight they carry. He turns to face you with guilt pooling in his eyes and his mouth opening and closing to find some words to correct the situation.
“No, I don’t like it.” You surprise him with your quick response, “But people like you don’t understand what it’s like to live paycheck to paycheck, to have to worry about how to pay the bills every month for years on end, always on your toes about money. I bet you think I’m cheap and—”
“No.” Renjun cuts you off promptly before you can continue, “Don’t make me into a jerk. I’m not like that. But the fact that that is the first thing you thought of worries me.” Your eyes widen at that, prompting him to elaborate. “Doesn’t that mean that’s how you think of yourself? Maybe not on the outside, but subconsciously. Sure, I won’t ever be able to understand how you live, but I wish you would not look at yourself as cheap and think of yourself as… beautiful.” Renjun lets the last words linger on his tongue, saying it quietly as if to not startle you.
You stare at him, your paintbrush resting in your hand and your back slouched as you watch him watch you. This is not the type of conversation you thought you’d be having with Renjun tonight, but you have to admit he makes a point. Eventually, you turn to your painting and stare at it some more, making Renjun turn and continue his own work.
“Ah, I asked two questions in a row.” He suddenly breaks the tense atmosphere, making you sigh as you remember you’re just playing a game, “You can ask two questions.”
He allows and relaxes when he sees you go back to painting.
“If you like to draw, why are you a business major?” Now it’s Renjun’s turn to freeze. Maybe if he did ask what your favorite color was he wouldn’t have had to endure this question from you, but he feels like he should answer it since it’s of equal weight to the one he asked you.
“It wasn’t my choice. I will most likely take my father’s place in his company and I need to at least know the basics before that happens.” You nod slowly. He looks so calm when he’s focused on drawing, but it’s not the same calm that you see on his face when he’s playing golf. You turn away before you get caught staring.
“Is that why your mood always changes when your dad is around?”
“Is it that obvious…” He trails off and you nod, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this out loud, but… It’s like everytime I’m around him, or at his office, or at home, my mind goes blank. I don’t feel like talking or thinking at all.” As he speaks, he sets down his utensils and turns to you, making continuous eye contact as he explains. You find yourself feeling comfortable at how easily he’s talking to you about such a deep subject.
“It sounds like… you’re angry.” You turned to face him now too, your paintbrush settled onto your canvas and your full attention on him, “My dad is like that. He gets so angry sometimes that he’s calm. No yelling or fighting, just silence. That’s how I know I messed up when he gets like that.” You nod, remembering all the times he’s been calmly mad at you.
“I don’t know… It’s confusing to me.” He straightens his back and stares at your foot as it moves around aimlessly. “What do I do?” He asks into the air, as if his pencil would suddenly start talking to him like a therapist.
“Just do what makes you happy.” Renjun’s glance over at you makes a smile pull at your lips, “I know it’s easier said than done. But you already know what it is that’ll make you happy, and that’s half of the battle. Why bottle it up?”
Renjun doesn’t know how he’ll ever get the courage to tell his father these things, but the way you’re looking at him as if he can do anything, he starts to feel tingles of confidence trickle into him.
“Oh, and why did you pick me to be your caddie this past weekend?”
“Well…” Renjun plays with his pencil. What is he supposed to say? He doesn’t want you to carry around his father’s heavy golf clubs? He doesn’t like the way his father touches you and gets jealous over it for some unknown reason? Yeah, he’s not going to say.
“Just because… I wanted you next to me.” The way he says it makes it sound so simple and true, but your heart drops to your stomach and springs back up going at 100 miles per hour. You can barely stop your hand from shaking as you pick up your brush, and it’s almost like you can’t see in front of you from the thrill of his words.
“Hey,” Renjun suddenly drops his pencil and turns to you, looking a bit confused and slightly upset, “Didn’t you ask three questions?”
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“We’re letting the Lees win again today.” Renjun is in the middle of pulling up the zipper of his jacket when his father drops the news. Renjun’s footsteps stutter slightly at his father’s words and he stops walking next to the older man.
“Again?” He asks as he already thinks up an apology to tell you later when he loses.
“Yes, I need Mr. Lee to be happy when I bring up the new contract to him later in the sauna.” Renjun sighs and continues to walk next to his father. It’s the next weekend, and the third Lee vs. Huang game is starting in just a few minutes.
Renjun won’t lie, purposefully losing to his best friend and his dad every week is not the greatest stroke to Renjun’s ego, especially since Jeno won’t let it down around his other friends.
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Lijun swivels on his heel to look at his son, “Have you been requesting for ___ to be your caddie?”
The questions stuns Renjun, making it hard to answer so his father takes it as a yes.
“Well stop it. Dad wants to have some fun.” He claps a hand on Renjun’s back and  smiles. In the past, Renjun would’ve just rolled his eyes and let his father do whatever he wants, but this time his blood boils. He feels true anger when his father struts away with the intentions of doing whatever he wants to someone Renjun cares about. He can barely move his feet after the old man, his mind cloudy as everyone makes it to the golf carts.
“Let’s have a good game today, Mr. Huang, don’t make it too easy to beat you.” Mr. Lee jokes around and the two old men laugh as they settle into their own golf carts. Renjun walks up to his cart and you wave to him, the white gloves he gave you last week snugly on your hands. Renjun thinks his anger is what spurs him into doing what he does next.
He steps close to you, leaning into your ear and wrapping his hand around your covered ones with his thumb rubbing on your exposed wrist, “Keep these on for me, babe. I don’t want you to be cold.”
The amount of jaws that drops after Renjun’s words makes him bite down his smirk and slide into the front seat of the golf cart, pretending to not see the daggers his father is  throwing at him with his eyes.
Your heart beats so quickly and loudly you’re sure Kara can hear it next to you if she wasn’t busy huffing about what Renjun just did. Sitting in the back seat of the golf cart, you watch the back of Renjun’s head on the way to the first hole. What got into Renjun? Why did he all of a sudden call you ‘babe’ and get so close? Not that you’re opposed to it, you’re just shocked.
The game begins once you reach the first hole, and the Huang’s put up a good fight throughout the entire game, keeping the Lees on their toes and the score sheet even. Everytime Renjun comes back from a shot, you smile at him and tell him good job, which earns you a pat on the back from him that warms you up from the inside out.
Renjun can tell his father is getting more and more annoyed with him; how Renjun is keeping you as far from his father as he possibly can, the gentle touches on your waist that you welcome wholeheartedly compared to the ones Mr. Huang would lay on you before. He likes how angry his father gets, especially knowing that he can’t do anything about it right now. Not to mention, you seem to be enjoying Renjun’s attention, which just adds to his confidence.
Now, your group arrives at the last hole of the game. The Lees step up and swing, setting their total score to 357. All Renjun and his father have to do is move the ball around a bit more to get their score to be higher and the Lees will win the game. Mr. Huang is up first, acting clumsy so that the ball doesn’t make it into the hole and brings the game to Renjun.
As he sets up his posture, his hands suddenly go stiff. This shot is so easy to make, he has made this exact hole several times. He breathes in and out deeply, deciding on if he should throw the game like his father said he should, or give his one last ‘fuck you’ to his Dad.
He glances at you and makes eye contact; you nod your head and smile a bit as if to say ‘go ahead, we all know you can do this.’ Renjun then grips his golf club and swings it back to effortlessly hit the golf ball, rolling it along the green and perfectly into the hole.
You and the other caddies clap for the perfectly executed shot and Jeno and his father come up to Renjun to shake hands. They don’t look upset, instead they look pretty happy for Renjun. However, Renjun’s father is deathly silent, not even congratulating Renjun on his win. Renjun wasn’t expecting a whole ceremony for him, but it does feel nice to put his father down a peg or two today, and that’s the thought that fills Renjun’s head as everyone rides back to the country club.
While getting out of the golf cart, Renjun attempts to turn back to you but is promptly pulled away by the back of his jacket by his father. Renjun yelps and pulls away, but that doesn’t stop Lijun from grabbing onto his son’s arm instead and pulling him inside.
“What was that? I specifically told you to lose the game and you did the exact opposite. How am I supposed to talk to Mr. Lee now?” Renjun’s father fumes, his low voice belting out into the corridor and making some of the passing staff turn their heads.
“That’s not my problem.” Renjun shrugs and his father stops shaking, stepping closer to his son.
“Excuse me?” He asks with menace dripping from his tongue.
“I said, that’s not my problem.” Renjun is fired up. He doesn’t see a way out of this now, no way his behavior is being excused, so might as well go all in.
“You did it for that caddie, ___, right?” His father squints his eyes and turns his head slightly. When Renjun doesn’t answer, Lijun laughs in his face, “It looks like I’m right.”
“What?” Renjun asks dumbly.
“It’s okay. You’re just a boy and you can make some mistakes over a girl, we’ve all been there once or twice.” Lijun fixes Renjun’s jacket and pats his shoulder, his angry disposition turning passive. “Besides, you can’t do much for that girl anyway. Is a ball in a hole really all she deserves?”
“I won the game because I could. I won it because that’s what I wanted.” Renjun states, his blood beginning to boil once again when his father says he doesn’t deserve you. What is he thinking? Does he actually think he has a chance with you? He can keep dreaming.
“We can’t always do whatever we want. There are consequences we have to face for doing whatever we want. Are you ready to face the consequences?” At the question, Renjun is reminded about the words you told him Wednesday night.
‘Just do what makes you happy,’ Those simple words are so hard to turn into reality. Renjun wants to be happy so bad. He wants to be away from this man and he wants to be closer to you. The consequences? Sure, he’ll deal with it all if it means he can stop living in the personal hell his father set up for him. Renjun pushes his father away a bit and steps out of the trap his father pushed him into, making Lijun’s eyes widen.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” Renjun says and turns around, walking back towards the exit of the building.
“Hey, where are you going?” His father shouts after him.
“To do the thing that I want to do the most.” He yells back and walks around the corner, out of sight from his father. Renjun practically runs through the hallways to get back outside and run to you, but you surprise him by greeting him by the saunas. He stops in his steps and you smile as you walk up to him.
“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you did really well today. I know I said I wanted you to win last week, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You laugh.
“Thanks.” Renjun simply says, afraid of what else could come out if he keeps talking.
“Oh, I also want to give you these back.” You dig out Renjun’s gloves from your pocket, holding them out. This is it. This is the moment Renjun will start to do whatever makes him happy, whatever he wants.
And what he wants right now is you.
He quickly takes the gloves and then tightly grips the wrist of your outstretched hand, leading you down the hallway and around some corner. He hears you exclaim a small ‘woah’ but you let him guide you into a sauna, the door closing tightly behind both of you.
There’s no one else in the room, just the stuffy steam that floats in the small space between you two. Renjun has a tight grip on the gloves you gave back to him and his other hand runs through his hair and messes up the perfect form it held.
“Tell me to stop.” He demands, looking straight into your eyes.
“What?”
“Tell me to stop right now.” He takes a step forward, his eyes full to the brim with lust and his hands shaking with how much he’s holding himself together. You’ve barely been in the room for a minute, but your clothes are already sticking to you from the intense heat.
“I don’t understand,” You reply back as he keeps moving toward you. You take small steps back in return, “I don’t know what I’m stopping you from.” Half of you is playing dumb right now; you know what Renjun wants from you just by the look in his eyes. The other half just wants to hear him say it himself
“I’ll fuck you the way you deserve. Right here, right now.” Renjun’s voice is too angelic to say such nasty words, but he growls them out like he’s a tainted angel. You’re pressed against the wooden wall of the sauna now, Renjun just a step away. You lean into him slightly and rip the gloves out of his hand to throw them to the side.
“Do it.”
It’s all the permission Renjun needs to feverishly connect his lips to yours.
The action is so sudden, you don’t remember how Renjun got close to you so quickly. Despite his forcefulness before, his lips melt into you like chocolate melting over a fire, so hot and delicious that you just want more. His hands hold the sides of your face, pushing back your hair and his body pushing you back into the wall.
He sucks on your bottom lip, softly biting afterwards and making you let out a whimper, and then a moan when his thigh pushes between your legs and further presses you against the wall. Amidst the kissing, you find the zipper of his expensive jacket, unzip it, and pull the piece of clothing off. Afterwards, you pull his shirt off and break the kiss while you’re at it.
“I’ve been thinking about you in this skirt since….” Renjun hums at the thought, his hand sliding up your bare thighs and under your skirt, then he grips your ass and brings your core down onto his thigh, the friction enough to have you letting out a strangled moan.
“Since the day I first saw you.” He finally whispers and connects your lips once again. His hand on your ass doesn’t move, his other hand is placed on your waist as he helps you ride the rough material of his pants. Renjun can only watch your reactions; the way your head lolls back into the wall and your eyes screw shut, holding onto Renjun’s shoulders tight enough he’s sure there will be marks afterwards.
“Fuck— Renjun, don’t stop, please.” He’s mesmerized, absolutely addicted to how you look and sound right now, and it’s all because of him. The thought spurs him along, he removes your jacket and you blindly help him in removing your top and bra. You must look like a mess right now, especially since you’re coming close to your climax just by Renjun’s touch and his thigh. Not to mention the sweat dripping down both of you, a glistening sheen coating your skin that makes Renjun let out a low growl before he leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth.
He sucks and swirls his tongue, and you can’t help but moan his name again, digging your fingers into his blonde hair and tugging. Renjun moves from your chest downward, not letting an inch of your stomach and hips go past him without a kiss and a nibble, leaving you breathing heavily. He makes his way down to his knees and folds your skirt up, glancing at  you from his position.
“You don’t wear anything under here except your panties?” You nod, your head stuttering as Renjun applies pressure with his thumb over your slick hole, a wet spot already there to greet him.
“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” He groans and leans in to swipe his tongue over your center making you shake as a response. He slides your underwear down and throws it somewhere to the side, catching the sigh of your arousal dripping down your thigh. His intense stare makes you shake him, embarrassment crawling over you at how he’s not reacting.
“Are you shy?” You whine, not really answering his question. “You don’t need to be. You’re beautiful.” The softness from his voice contradicts his more dominating tone from before, but you don’t have time to think about it before he dives in. You sigh in content when the pressure in between your hips caused by Renjun turns into pure pleasure. His tongue laps at your essence and his lips suck on your clit, you can tell he’s trying to find what exactly will make you tick.
When Renjun slides a finger into your hole unexpectedly, you jump and whimper a bit but the feeling of him sliding in and out along with his tongue circling and sucking on your clit makes a knot form in the pit of your stomach, tightening up your muscles and making your eyes roll back.
“Right there. Oh my god, right there…” You keep repeating, praying that Renjun treats you good and let’s you come. He adds another finger and you gasp, starting to move your hips in rhythm to his hand, holding onto his shoulders for more stability. He glances up at you, watching your eyes screw shut and your tits bounce as you use his hand to get yourself off. Renjun hums against you, and you can almost feel the ecstasy of coming undone, until Renjun pulls away. You groan, feeling like crying when your orgasm fades.
“Hey..” You whine, pouting when Renjun stands back up and licks your juices off of his lips. He has some on his chin and you bring your hand up to wipe it away, Renjun stopping your hand and kissing the wetness away, then kissing up your arm and to your shoulder, up your neck and to your ear. He tugs at your earlobe, licking the skin under it and biting some more, his hands sliding up your waist at playing with your nipples, pinching a little to get whimpers out of you and making your hips buck up, ready to continue where Renjun left you at.
That’s when you feel the hardness in his pants; it must be painful. That’s why you understand his next words, whispered into the shell of your ear between kisses: “You’re not coming until I’m in you, got it?”
You nod quickly, attaching your hands to Renjun’s zipper and button, undoing them and sliding down his pants.
“But, you’re gonna need to do something for me…” He says, helping you pull down his boxers, watching his angry, red length swing out. You gasp, feeling a bit bad that you just left Renjun like this to eat you out, but you’re sure you can make up to him now.
“What is it? I’ll do it.” Your hands run over Renjun’s sweaty shoulders, moving away some longer hair in the back of his head that’s sticking against his neck.
“You’re gonna have to yell my name. I need you to let everyone know who’s doing this to you— who’s making you feel good, okay?” Your breath gets caught in your throat as the words tumble out of his lips. He tilts his voice higher at the end of every phrase to make him sound innocent, but you’re not fooled.
“There’s people outside…” You mumble back, sending a glance at the door. You know there are several staff and customers walking along the hallways outside. What will they think if they hear you screaming Renjun’s name? Not to talk about what will happen to your job.
Those thoughts melt away when Renjun’s dick slides between your folds slowly, making you turn your gaze back to him and hold on tight as he lubricates himself over your wetness, holding onto your hips so that you don’t move and take anymore than what he’s giving you.
“That’s exactly why I want you to scream. Can you do that for me?” He asks and you nod frantically, doing almost anything to get his dick inside you. You’re not sure what’s going to happen once you step out of this room, but at least you know Renjun is going to give you the best fuck you’ve had in a while, and you know it’ll be worth it for what’s to come after all this.
“Finally…” You moan when Renjun’s length disappears into you inch by inch, going slow as to not hurt you. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he bottoms out, picking up your thigh to hang it over his hip and wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you close. You hold onto him, adjusting as he kisses your lips sweetly and carefully, and waits to move his throbbing cock through your velvety walls.
“Go, Renjun, move….” You whisper, and he looks at you confused.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He asks, cocking his head.
“Please, move.” You say louder, but he shakes his head and purses his lips as if he still can’t understand.
“I said, fuck me, Renjun. Please, can you fuck me already?” You all but scream out, your voice almost cracking at how whiny you sound. No doubt, if someone passed by outside they would’ve heard you. The thought makes you tense up, but it feels so good to be able to yell out what you want.
“Your wish, baby.” Renjun mutters before he starts rocking into you. You both groan at the sensation, Renjun’s hips speeding up as he gains more momentum. His lips don’t leave yours, kissing you into oblivion while his dick stuffs you. He has you against the wall, his hips powering away and you don’t dare to disturb him, realizing he’s burning all of his anger away as well.
“Yes, Renjun, fuck me just like that…'' You moan loudly to spur him on, now not really caring about who’s outside or who hears you, just wanting Renjun to know you love how rough he’s going. He presses you higher up the wall and pulls your legs apart more, hitting a new angle that literally makes you scream out, tears mixing with the sweat on your face as he relentlessly pumps into you.
There are so many things going on at the same time. Your hard nipples and soft breasts rubbing against Renjun’s chest, making goosebumps rise on his arms. Your hot and sweaty bodies are basically sliding against each other. The clapping of his hips against yours no doubt attracts attention from outside along with your screams and Renjun’s grunts continuously get louder as you both get closer to the climax.
“I’m gonna come… Renjun, come in me…” You’re already fucked out, the words barely leaving your lips coherently, but Renjun understands and moves his finger down to find your clit, circling his thumb fast and steady, just like everything else he’s doing.
“C’mon come on my cock, babe. Let it out, I wanna hear it.” And just like that, you unwind and scream his name as your orgasm washes over and takes control, making you claw onto any part of Renjun that you can reach. Renjun feels your walls deliciously convulse around him and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he comes into you and fills you up, staying wrapped up in you as you both calm down.
Renjun presses small kisses wherever he feels like as your breathing settles down, his softness and the caring way he rubs at your sides and hips where he was holding so hard that you’re sure to have bruises makes you smile hazily.
“___… I don’t regret any of this.” He whispers into your skin, leaning back to look at you properly. “Do you?”
“No.” You answer truthfully, making his eyes shine and you both smile dumbly, your sticking bodies relaxing. The happy moment doesn’t last long before there’s a knock on the door to the sauna. You and Renjun stiffen up as you glance at the door, waiting for whoever it is to announce themselves.
“Renjun? Son?” Your heart drops to your stomach and you cover your mouth at the voice of Renjun’s father on the other side of the door, but when you turn to Renjun, he doesn’t seem bothered. He sends a smile at you and moves some hair from your face before answering.
“Occupied, go somewhere else. We’re busy.”
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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years ago
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How about a smut prompt no. 7 with Tony Stark ? ❤❤❤❤
Love to lose
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A/N: Thanks for requesting this lovely! Hope you like it :))
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Prompts used: Oral sex & “First one to make a noise loses.”
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, it’s dirty okay...
Word count: 2k
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“First one to make a noise loses? Seriously?”
“Yeah!”
“No!”
“I honestly thought you’d be more adventurous Tony.”
“Honey you’ll get all the adventure you want once I’m done with this project. You remember the night of four times, don’t you?”
Tony raised an eyebrow and smirked as your eyes lit up with thoughts of the night he mentioned, cheeks growing warm as your mind flooded with memories of the aforementioned night.
That night you’d lost all sense of cognition and your legs were pure jelly from being utterly fucked out.
It was never a dull moment when it came to you and Stark in the bedroom. He knew all the right ways to drive you crazy and you had come to learn to push all the right buttons to drive him insane.
“Tony come on! I know you’re up for it.”
You pointed to the half-mast erection currently staring back at you.
He glanced down at it before shaking his head and returning to the screen, soon getting engrossed in the information displayed in front of him. Eyebrows knitting together in concentration while his fingers flew over the surface, probably in search of something you didn’t care about.
You scowled for a little while, arms crossed over your chest before walking towards him with a look of determination that hid unattended lust.
Tony didn’t mind you stepping in between his legs as he leaned against the table behind, until you ghosted your fingers over the button of his denims.
Once you popped it open and undid his fly, he shot you a warning look before his phone rang, giving you time to push the jeans and his boxers down just enough to let his erection bounce free.
“You’re free to do whatever you want only if you’re prepared for the consequences sweetheart.” He warned before answering Phil Coulson’s call.
Desire bloomed deep in your belly as his words sent tingles down your spine, knowing the punishment would either be really good or really bad, depending on Tony’s mood. But you were willing to take the risk, it was always worth it in the end.
Shrugging, you dropped down to your knees, his semi-erect cock waiting for your ministrations as you eyed it before gazing up at Tony through your eyelashes innocently.
He was deep in conversation on the phone but the tight grip of his free hand on the edge of the counter and tapping of fingers against the surface indicated he was waiting for you to make your move.
Tony exhaled a breath he was unconsciously holding as your hand wrapped around his length. Taking your time with it, your hand lazily stroked his cock, thumb brushing over the tip every now and then.
“Please I understand Agent, don’t bore me with those unnecessary details..oh!”
Glancing down, he suppressed the rest of his reaction as your tongue joined the party. Small kitten licks over the tip before you drew a strip all the way to the base, all the while watching his demeanour change from composed to flustered.
You took him in your mouth and began swirling your tongue around his length, smirking when he faltered and brought his hand down to move your hair out of your face.
“I’m going over the details n-now. Oh yes—yes I’ll call Fury once I’m—I’m almost done here.”
Tony didn’t wait for Coulson to answer before he cut the call and practically threw the phone away. Letting out a groan, he jerked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper in your mouth as he grabbed you by your hair roughly, guiding your mouth over his cock.
“You’re in so much trouble baby...”
You simply hummed in response, continuing to finish him off as you increased your speed, feeling him twitch against your lips already. The little grunts Tony uttered spurred you on to bring him closer and closer to climax. Your own arousal had turned your panties moist as you watched his lust-blown eyes shut and bite his lip.
“Ah shit! You want me to cum in your mouth?”
You nodded eagerly as Tony’s hips jolted forward and he cursed out loud before shooting spurts of cum down your throat, face contorted in pleasure as he emptied himself, the warm salty liquid travelling down your throat.
He grabbed you by the back of your neck, making you stand before crashing his lips to yours, tasting himself as you deepened the kiss. You moved your clothed core over his softened cock to get some friction, gaining another groan from Tony who felt how moist you were.
“So wet my dirty girl. Will you give me an hour? I promise I’ll make it worth it.” Tony whispered softly, grabbed your hips to stop your grinding. Reluctant to let you go but the urgency with which Phil had called left him with no other choice than to make you wait.
“Fine. But if you’re late…”
“Trust me babe. I’ll be there sooner than you think.”
“Whatever.” He pecked your pouted lips one last time as you pulled his pants back up, turning to walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.
“Don’t touch yourself.”
“You’re in no position to make demands Stark.”
“Am I not?” Even with your back to him, you could sense he was giving you ‘the look’. The one that screamed ‘no matter what, I’m always in charge’. The man was really going to be the death of you some day.
“Ugh. Fine. Hurry up.”
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“Okay so we need to establish some ground rules first.”
Your eyes snapped up from the book you were pretending to read as Tony swung the bedroom door and got in, locking it before sliding in next to you, resting his back against the headboard.
You were celebrating your victory on the inside because just minutes ago he’d made fun of you for coming up with this game, only to now come up with modifications for the same.
Like a good girl you had behaved, controlled the urge to bring yourself to an orgasm after that little session downstairs. You were still wet, which meant he already had more chances of winning at your game.
This was a bad idea. Why hadn’t you thought this through?
“Hon?”
“Huh?”
“The rules?”
Mentally shaking yourself for zoning out, you sat up straight and faced him.
“Alright. Whines are allowed. Moans aren’t.”
“Fair enough.”
“No oral sex.”
“Not acceptable. You know I owe you for that amazing blow-job. Come on now..”
“Fine. But no fingering.”
Tony made a non-committal huff but agreed, knowing how much his fingers spurred you on.
You went back and forth discussing, rejecting and accepting the terms and conditions as if it were a legit deal.
Soon after you shook on it, there was a switch in the air and neither of you felt the need to say much else except get on with the game.
Climbing in Tony’s lap, you cupped the sides of his face and pressed your lips to his. Softly grazing against each other at first while you fingers teased the base of his neck.
He carded his hands through your hair before pulling you against his chest, hands now splayed across your back as he slanted his mouth over yours and deepened the kiss.
Maneuvering a little so his legs straightened out on the bed, Tony heard a tiny sigh escape your lips as your aroused core met with his growing bulge. Keeping those noises that threatened to leave your mouth turned out to be harder than you had both imagined. You two were quite vocal when it came to sex.
It was difficult, but all the more exciting.
After a while, the make-out session turned out to be insufficient and Tony had you on your back, your clothes removed and thrown carelessly somewhere behind as he settled between your legs.
You had to bite back a moan as Tony’s lips travelled down your neck, littering tiny kisses all over the skin before he found that junction where your neck met your shoulder, the pulse point which he so generously marked a spot on, sure to leave a purple bruise in its place. On cue, your head moved aside to grant him more access as your breaths turned to pants, finding it hard not to think about his bulge that was rubbing so deliciously against your heated core in slow but deliberate thrusts.
You had to push him away to make sure you didn’t lose so soon, that sure earned a chuckle from the genius. Moving further south, he latched onto one of your nipples and flicked his tongue along the bud all the while massaging and kneading the other in his hand. A sigh had involuntarily slipped out, it wasn’t breaking any rules but it sure made Tony gaze up with lust-blown eyes as a smirk appeared on that handsome face.
Trailing kisses along your navel, he reached between your legs and stopped. You shot him a warning look as you sat up on your elbows when his fingers teased along your wet folds, causing him to throw his hands up in surrender before diving in face first into your pussy.
Closing a hand over your mouth, you let your head fall back onto the pillows as Tony licked a fat strip along your wetness, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long for you to feel your heartbeat on your throbbing clit, Tony leaving no stone unturned to make sure you were a needy mess below him.
“What was that baby girl?” He purred, facial hair glazed with your juices when he emerged, giving you a shit-eating grin after you shook your head.
You were so close.
Flipping you on your stomach, you heard him unbutton his jeans and drop them in a low thud on the ground. His hands pulled your ass up in the air, urging the cheeks apart before his cock met your entrance, gathering your wetness, your pussy aching for release at this point.
“Tony..”
“Giving up already?”
Instead of answering, you reached behind, grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up at your entrance before pushing your hips back. Both of you swallowed your groans as he bottomed out, stretching your walls to the fullest before pulling all the way out and thrusting in.
Your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets as you were almost ready to give up and accept defeat, until you felt his cock twitch inside you, a sign Tony wasn’t too far along from doing the same either.
Your walls clenched around his cock deliberately, hugging it in their wet warmth and eliciting an involuntary groan from the man.
“What was that honey?”
You teased, repeating the action only to have Tony pull out suddenly, turn you around once more and pull your legs over his shoulder before entering you again.
“You fucking tease..”
“You’re the one to talk. Now shut up and fuck me.”
Snapping his hips to yours at a furious pace, Tony gripped your legs roughly and bit your ankle. The silly little game long forgotten, you let out a pornographic moan as you felt the muscles in your belly contract, thighs tremble and mind turn into a fuzzy blur.
“Cum with me Tony..” you begged as he let go of your legs and buried his face in your neck, a hand snaking downward to rub your oversensitive clit.
“Do that thing again.”
His urgent whisper came out muffled by your hair but you knew what he was talking about. You granted his wish by pulling on his cock with your walls and felt his hips lose their rhythm. He came loud and hard, spilling inside you in spurts triggering your own orgasm as you cried out, digging your nails in his back as you shuddered.
Once you felt yourself float back down to reality, you brought your hands to caress Tony’s hair while he chuckled against the skin on your neck, repeatedly kissing you over there.
“It’s a draw then?” He mumbled.
“Yep.”
“You want a rematch?”
“Definitely.”
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diaphragmjellyfish · 4 years ago
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Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz NSFW Alphabet
Not my gif
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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Hawk is pretty quiet after sex. He likes to lay there with you draped over his chest and a smirk on his face while you both catch your breath. If it was a particularly rough night he will get a wet cloth and clean you off before getting snacks and turning on some rock music or an action movie. He’s almost always the big spoon when cuddling.
B: Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)
His favorite body part of yours is your face. He thinks you look so innocent and pure like a literal ray of sunshine. A complimentary opposite to his look. He especially likes how sweet you look while doing certain *ahem* activities. His favorite body part of his are his abs. He worked hard for them and they give him confidence. He loves when you run your hands down them while y’all are making out.
C: Cum (anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Hawk likes to cum on your face or inside you. You guys are young and not at all ready for kids so you always wrap it up, which is why he usually cums on your face. He could honestly finish just thinking about how you look covered in him like that. When it’s a super passionate or romantic night he prefers to finish inside you with or without the condom. He just likes to look deep in your eyes.
D: Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)
He’s always wanted to try anal. His tattoo buddy Rico told him it was awesome, and he’s wanted to do it ever since. He’s nervous to ask you though because he would never want you to be in pain. When you eventually tell him you want to give it a go, he’s beyond excited but also super gentle.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Hawk is somewhat experienced, but his confidence makes up for anything he might not be sure about. He was with Moon for a few months and learned all the basics, but it’s with you that he really starts to experiment. He’s also a super quick learner.
F: Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
The boy loves to try new things. You guys are making your way through the Kama-sutra. He still thinks you can never go wrong with the classics though- missionary and cowgirl. As long as he can touch you he’s a happy guy.
G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they more humorous, etc.)
He almost always is wearing a smirk when y’all are going at it. He’s more serious than goofy at first just because he feels like he has something to prove but once you guys get comfortable and he knows he can be himself around you, he lets loose a little and will crack a joke or two during.
H: Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)
God I wish I could say the carpet matched the drapes lmaooo imagine a little mini mohawk. But fr he’s probably trimmed. Nothing too fancy but he keeps it clean.
I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
He’s a romantic at heart, but only for you. He’d never tell anyone but on Valentine’s day he goes all out. Rose petals, candles, a massage. And he loves to buy you lingerie to wear for him.
J: Jack off )Masturbation hc)
He does it a lot when he’s by himself because he can’t believe he got such a sexy mf as his girl. He always thinks of you. If he’s ever too frustrated from training or a tournament he’ll rub one out by himself so he doesn’t take out his anger on you. He’d never want to hurt you. But if you’re there, he obviously prefers you over his hand.
K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Anal, Hair pulling, choking, he loves when you bite his shoulder when it feels good, or scratch his back so when he takes off his shirt at practice everyone knows he did a good job. He also loves to leave hickeys all over your neck and thighs. He’s a confident boi but he has an insecure past so he wants everyone to know you’re taken and taken well ;)
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
He’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. Bed, the dojo, the canyon, on his motorcycle in an alley somewhere, he literally does. Not. care. You guys even did it in his mom’s Sentra while it was in the middle of the car wash
M: Motivation (What turns them on, what gets them going)
Any time you bend over, or ask him to help you with something like opening a jar, he likes to feel needed and wanted. You could honestly look at this boy funny and he’d pop a hard one.
N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do)
Anything that causes you pain. He would never slap you or make you gag on him or anything like that. Also threesomes are out, whether that’s with another guy or another girl, he wants it to be just you and him always.
O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving)
The first time you went down on him he thought he was gonna explode. He couldn’t believe it was happening. But the first time he went down on you? He’d never heard such beautiful noises and he knew from then that he wanted to hear those little moans every day for the rest of his life. He’s got the basics down when you first get together, but after you show him what you really like and y’all start experimenting? God tier head.
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Honestly depends on the day. When you guys first meet he just wants to impress you so he’s super fast and rough, but once you tell him that slow and steady wins the race, he starts to take his time. You still enjoy a good pounding every once in a while though
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)
He’s the king of quickies (not too quick tho if ya know what I mean). He’s a young guy, he’s horny all the time and doesn’t care if anyone sees. He’s doing what he wants when he wants as long as you’re ok with it.
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment)
YES. It’s his favorite thing. You both love to get freaky and try new things. He’d do anything you ask him to do, and do it well.
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for)
Ngl, when y’all first got together, this kid would bust in under 10 minutes. He’s a young guy, you were his second girlfriend ever, and he spent most of his childhood thinking he would never even talk to a girl like you. He bounced back fast though and could go for multiple rounds. And he’s built up stamina over time so no issues here.
T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)
He loves to use toys on you. In the beginning, you were having trouble reaching the summit *wink wink* no matter what he did. He was amazing, but for whatever reason you couldn’t quite finish. You told him it was fine but he said he couldn’t enjoy it if he knew you weren’t enjoying it. So one day he bought a tiny pink vibrator and held it between your legs while he fucked you and you LOST IT. Now he has several different toys that he uses on you all the time.
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He’s not much of a tease. He likes to let you both have what you want. But he loves when you tease him. The anticipation of you hovering over him, not knowing when or if you would finally sink down, gets him that much more excited.
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Kind of quiet, but lots of swearing and groaning. Literally the “ugh fuck” right in your ear as he sinks into you. He doesn’t like to be too loud (his old shy self is still there) and would rather hear you scream for him.
W: Wild Card (Random hc)
He is very much into foreplay. He likes to make sure you’re on the brink of orgasm before he even gets in you. Your only sexual experiences before you met him were guys just shoving themselves into you completely dry and when you told him that, he promised you he would never do that to you. He’s been a foreplay prodigy ever since. It’s his thing.
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Probably about 5 or 6 inches, average girth. Honestly size really is overrated. The G spot is only 3 inches in I’m tired of everyone acting like bigger is better. You Don’t Need Much if they’re using it right and he definitely does.
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive)
On a scale of 1 to 10, Hawk is an 11. He could fuck you all day every day for the rest of his life. Morning, noon, and night. Rich or poor, in sickness and in health (I got carried away lmao)
Z: ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep after)
Hawk likes to cuddle, eat snacks, and watch a movie after. Maybe it’s because he always felt insecure sleeping around other people as Eli but he always lets you fall asleep first. He loves to feel like he’s watching over and protecting you while you sleep on his chest. Literally when you’re in such a vulnerable state around him he feels so honored and would die before he let anyone lay a finger on you.
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4dtk · 3 years ago
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anon: “hi i was the one who requested the jisung fluff the other day and i wanna say tHAT ITS SO CUTE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ could i request another jisung drabble with 11 under hugs, 26+29 in kiss, and 18+50 in touch !!” i’m happy you liked it enough to request another one anon! thank you <3 this one is a bit more dialogue and less descriptive, hope you enjoy!
jisung and y/n being dorks basically. they're playing games again hope you don't mind lolol
hugs, 11: clinging to each other
kisses, 26 & 29: giggling while kissing, hushed conversation in-between kisses
touching: 18 & 50: squishing the other’s cheek, putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
“who the hell used my card to buy video games?” haechan shouts. you can’t tell if he’s more mad or annoyed, but that doesn’t stop the both of you from freezing up.
“jisungie! was it you?” the voice, usually heard in gentle slow ballads and contrasted against the heavy beats of upbeat songs now reverberated throughout the dorms.
there’s no time for the two of you to react when he bursts into the room. jisung’s switch in his hands, you clutching onto his arm, hair messy. even donghyuck couldn’t hold back on a small giggle when the two of you looked like deers caught in the headlights.
“uhm-!” you started a little too loudly, before clearing your throat, “actually- jisung wasn’t the one who used it. you might want to find-“ the mario kart soundtrack, the monotonous fan blowing from across you, a burp that you barely concealed. the whole situation was hilarious, although you couldn’t find it in you to even crack an awkward smile.
there’s panic in jisung’s eyes when he hears the familiar hyung’s name hanging off the tip of your tongue. the gasp from your boyfriend wasn’t missed, nor was the quick hand going over your mouth to shut you up any better.
“you two are shit at lying,” haechan raises a brow, but sighs, “but you wouldn’t know my card details anyway.”
phew. you both collectively relax when the door finally shuts, sinking back into the bed with the lost game of mario kart as jisung’s character stands on last place.
the room stands still for a second before the two of you break into laughter, struggling to explain the small things that made you crack up so bad. you’re barely breathing, holding onto the sheets with an iron grip with chest heaving.
“hyung is going to kill me,” he whispers, the screen naturally going back to the home page after a minute. he puffs his cheeks with a furrow in his brows, pulling you closer now that the game’s done, “ah, well.”
your surprise ends fast, but the other’s is amplified with “hm?”’s and wide eyes when you squish his cheeks between your fingers, laughing at the way his lips form into a duck face.
“oh my god, you look like cheep-cheep!” he swats your hand away with faux anger even when you’re taking the switch into your hands before starting a game on cheep-cheep island, frantically pointing to the obstacles of fish back and forth that you’re not even focused on winning.
jisung can only watch you with a gentle smile on his face, taking the console from you as he places his lips on yours. the kiss is slow, soft, tender, and you can tell he’s hesitant to deepen it. he finally does it when he feels you pull him in where you’re hip to hip, torso to torso.
“wait wait- why would haechan kill you?” you giggle, pulling away as the arms around his neck come round to cup his cheeks.
the other laughs nervously, “not haechan hyung, jeno hyung-“
you kiss him again, red dusts his cheeks, your smile widens.
“but didn’t jeno say it was okay to use hyuck’s details- oh. ohhhhh…” realisation hits you. “you’re sneaky bitch!”
jisung only snorts at the name-calling, “hyung said it was okay that i use it but… i didn’t. he hoped he could rope me in and we’d have to pay the bill together since he knows my games are cheaper but,” he shrugs.
“and to think you were so excited about the game too… why didn’t you just buy it? they would’ve let you off anyway.”
“eeh, i have my personal bank account here,” jisung messes up your hair, planting a peck on your lips.
your sound of protest is lost to his lips when he kisses you again and you can feel his skin heat up under your hands that it makes you giggle. jisung pulls away.
“i guess it feels good to just buy things on your own accord.”
“that wasn’t the case yesterday when you fished cash out of my wallet to buy jjajjangmyeon…”
he pouts, and you resist the urge to squeeze his cheeks again, although your moment of teasing gets interrupted by haechan screaming out lee jeno’s name.
the both of you share a giggle, only burying deeper into the covers with legs tangled over the other and bodies as close as they can be to imitate a deep slumber. it’s comfortable, and you wish you could stay hidden with your boyfriend as long as you can, but you can already hear the calculated steps of two hyungs.
“game face on,” you stifle a laugh at that, thankful your slip-ups were muffled by jisung’s shirt that you can hear his body shake with chuckles, too. you’re prepared for the fake sleepy eyes and exaggerated yawns, and you have to slap jisung’s chest to get him to stop laughing when someone knocks on the door.
“if we die today at the hands of your brothers, i love you.”
“shut up, (y/n),” a soft laugh full of amusement, “but i love you too.”
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