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【Note: Hello! I have decided to write short headcanons for a few men in this game [playable only, sorry Oleg simps (*_ _)人], excuse any fluency errors, English isn't my first language, and I am still learning as I go! Please enjoy, and don't hesitate to request anything; I'm open to suggestions!】
【Pairings: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan x GN!READER】
【CW: none!】
☆〜DAN HENG〜☆
He enjoys your company even if you two aren't speaking; simply being aware of your presence near him when he's focused on something insignificant, like reading a book, relaxes him.
Definitely has a soft spot for you and lets go of his usual cold and reserved demeanor when you two are alone.
There have been a few instances of him unconsciously beaming at you as he got lost in thought, looking at your excited face while you rambled about something you're passionate about. He'd never admit to it, though, if you called him out on it.
Prefers to be the big spoon mainly because he loves the feeling of your back pressing against his chest when your breathing slows as you fall asleep.
However, he appreciates it if you ask to be the big spoon whenever he has a nightmare or one of his visions.
He has little relationship experience [renheng \(º □ º l|l)/], so as committed as he is to making you feel loved and appreciated, he searches the data bank in the archives for information on romantic gestures and comes across a book about the significance of pet names. After "educating" himself more, he may refer to you as "my love," "darling," or even "baby" if he's feeling particularly lovey-dovey.
Dan Heng isn't a jealous boyfriend; nevertheless, if something bothers him, he becomes touchy! Always holding your arm or wrapping his hand around your waist.
Haven only just awakened, he's such a sleepy cutie! He'd try to kiss you but miss and peck your chin instead.
☆〜GEPARD〜☆
He's an exceptionally blushy guy, and it's pretty simple to make him flustered. Just hold his hand, and he'll melt.
No matter how long you've been together, Gepard loves to kiss but will never do it without getting your consent first. His kisses are short and gentle, but they are also tender and reassuring, given that he frequently cups your face in his hands.
Even though this guy evidently struggles to keep his plants alive, he will make every effort to grow a lovely flower as a gift for you.
He attracts kids like a magnet; some of them aspire to be captains like him, and it's the cutest thing ever to see him grow nervous as they shower him with compliments and questions.
Sometimes he'd find you asleep on the couch, and he'd pick you up bridal style and carry you to bed carefully so as not to wake you.
Oftentimes, Gepard's responsibilities prevent him from spending time with you, but he always strives to make up for it.
Used a cheesy pickup line once and never tried it again after feeling the second-hand embarrassment.
He always looks for a way to impress you with his strength.
☆〜JING YUAN〜☆
His duty as General usually keeps him occupied with work stuff, so when you pay him a visit during the day, he'll light up almost instantly and he'll be in a good mood.
You have to constantly kick him (gently or with force depending on how much sleep he has robbed you of) so he can turn to the other side and stop snoring.
When writing about his day in his diary, he always mentions the instances where something reminded him of you. (Spoiler alert: the majority of his day description is him adoring your facial features).
Jing Yuan's kisses are typically quick, although if he's feeling exceptionally touch-deprived, he prefers deeper, longer kisses.
If you decide to move in with him, it will be incredibly domestic; you would prepare each other's favorite drinks and meals just the way you like them without needing to ask, and you will share each other's clothes and accessories on a daily basis.
Routine, even if secure, can be exhausting, and he finds himself trapped in one. Therefore, Jing Yuan appreciates it when you try new things with him and make him feel like he can breathe freely again. Without worrying about any boring responsibilities, just you and him spending time together. Those are his most treasured moments.
He's very protective of you. Secretly that is. It might seem that he's not that bothered by the times you may have spent a while longer on an errand or went exploring, but he's actually worried! Sometimes to the point of sending someone to go look for you, just to be sure you're all safe and sound.
Has asked you to massage his back on multiple ocassions after a particularly tiring day.
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Amorous Facades - Chapter Twelve

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.
Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?
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previous chapter
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Note: I am SO sorry this chapter took so long!
I really didn't intend for it to take me a month and a half to write it, but life has been real busy. Things are settling down now though so I'm hopeful that I can get back to posting chapters regularly. I love this story so much and am absolutely not abandoning it so I hope you guys will stick around too!
With that said, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and it makes up for the long wait 😉
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The first thing Lia noticed when she woke up was the fact that she was naked. The second thing that she noticed was the fact that she already had a smile on her face.
As the sleep slipped from her mind and her brain grew less foggy, the memories of why that was came back to her. Memories of the tense match and the happy ending that followed. Memories of celebrating and the pride she’d felt at having Jamie’s number on her back. Memories of exchanging alluring glances and provocative touches until the tension between them finally reached its boiling point when they got home.
She bit her lip to stop the grin from stretching completely from ear to ear, but it was hard to control herself when she could still feel the ghost of Jamie’s hand between her legs.
“Good morning.” His raspy, sleepy voice told Lia that he hadn’t been awake much longer than her and as his words snapped her out of her thoughts and she turned her head to look at him, his heavy eyelids confirmed her suspicions. “How’re you feeling?”
The question alone was enough to spark a flutter of contentment in her stomach, but Lia tried to play it cool. Things were still new and she was still hoping to take it slow. Her bold approach the night before had her almost hyper aware of the danger of accidentally leading him on, but her excitement about their future was hard to suppress.
“Good,” she informed him, biting back a grin. “And happy. Very satisfied and incredibly proud to be the wife of the best footballer in all of England.”
She felt Jamie’s chest shake as he chuckled at her claim and stretched down to press his lips against hers.
“Glad to hear that,” he murmured. “D’you wanna talk about what happened?”
“Talk about it? Why?” Lia furrowed her brow, suddenly worried that she’d come on a little too strong. “How’re you feeling about it?”
“Good, yeah,” he rushed to assure her. “Just wasn’t expecting it is all, thought maybe we should talk about it.”
A wave of embarrassment hit her, slightly dampening her spirits as she thought back to how out of character her actions had been. She hadn’t expected too many follow up questions after the fact - assuming that he’d just be so grateful it happened that he wouldn’t bring it up - and she felt her cheeks go red as she let out a nervous giggle.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she insisted. “It’s not a football match, Jamie. We don’t need to debrief after and talk about what went well or what we could do differently.”
She’d meant it as a joke and was surprised when Jamie simply shrugged in response.
“Don’t have to, but we should,” he countered. “I wanna know what you’re into and what you like and I’ve got some questions.”
It was a surprisingly mature response and had Lia feeling sheepish and silly as she knew that he was right. Her lack of experience made her far less comfortable talking about sex than Jamie probably was, but she didn’t want Jamie to think she was childish and naïve.
“Oh,” she murmured, nervously biting the inside of her lip. “We can talk about it if you want to. What questions do you have?”
She’d tried to sound nonchalant, but she watched him anxiously even as he lazily traced his hand up and down her back and flashed her a smirk.
“Well, first of all, I didn’t expect you to be so completely bare.”
Lia felt her face heat up so much that she was surprised her cheek wasn’t burning his skin where it rested against his chest.
“That’s not a question.”
“Do you always shave?”
His correction did little to ease Lia’s embarrassment as she found herself wondering which answer he wanted to hear, but then she realized that that was exactly the point of the conversation. Instead of spending months trying to guess Jamie’s preferences, he was trying to create a space where they could openly talk about it and he’d given her no reason to assume he would be judgmental in any way.
“Not always,” she admitted. “Sometimes I do and I always keep it tidy, but I thought you’d probably prefer it that way.”
“What? Why?” At first, the mild hint of disgust in his voice had Lia thinking she’d made the wrong assumption, but when he continued without even waiting for her to answer she felt herself relax. “I don’t care what you do, just want you to be comfortable.”
“I just thought it’s what you’d be used to,” Lia explained. “Since you mostly date models and all those types of fit women.”
“So? You’re fit too, whether you have hair or not.”
His words had a smile sliding onto Lia’s face, but as she pressed a kiss against his bare chest, she was reminded of a comment he’d made one day that suddenly seemed relevant.
“You wax your chest, don’t you?” She asked, waiting for him to nod before she continued. “Well, you don’t have to do that if it’s for my benefit, I don’t care if you’re hairy either.”
“Nah, it’s more for football,” he informed her. “Makes me more aerodynamic.”
“Does it?” Lia raised an eyebrow. “But you’re always wearing a shirt when you play and the only part of your body that’s usually exposed are your unwaxed legs.”
“Can’t explain it, but it’s science.” Jamie’s words were said with a shrug and while Lia wasn't entirely convinced, she simply rolled her eyes with a smile as a silence settled between them until Jamie spoke again. “I’ve got another question for you too.”
“What?”
“Do you always like to take charge like that?”
Lia’s embarrassment came flooding back as the memory of the way she’d boldly barged in on his shower came back to her. The way she’d dropped her bathrobe and stood there completely naked. The way she’d started kissing him, touching him. It was all so out of character for her that it made her cringe as her cheeks burned once again.
“No,” she murmured before stating more confidently, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Jamie chuckled. “If you’re a bit of a dominatrix then I could be into that, there’s no shame.”
“I’m not.” The words came out more forcefully than Lia had intended and she turned her chin to look up at him as she found the courage to explain. “It’s usually the opposite actually. I prefer being a little more out of control…”
A noise like a growl rattle through Jamie’s chest until suddenly - almost before Lia even realized it was happening - she was laying flat on her back with Jamie hovering above her, a cheeky glint in his eye.
“You like being told what to do?”
“No, that’s not what I…” The protest fell from Lia’s lips almost on instinct, but she trailed off as she realized what an obvious lie it was. She couldn’t deny how her body was responding to him - her legs naturally parting for his hips to rest between, the slight uptick in her heart rate, the tingle down her spine that left a pool of heat low in her stomach - she knew there was no point in trying to deny it and he did seem to be asking out of genuine curiosity and not a desire to mock her so she let out a shaky breath before she quietly admitted, “Yes, I do. I like it when the man I’m with takes charge.”
“Hmm,” Jamie smirked, dipping his lips to hover just above hers. “That’s very good to know.”
Without giving her the time to answer, Jamie captured her lips in a kiss. It was just as passionate as it had been the night before and another flush of heat washed over her as her body remembered just how satisfying that passion could be, but no matter how tempting Jamie’s talented lips were, Lia kept firm in her desire to take things slow.
And she appreciated that despite her conflicting desire for him to take charge and tell her what to do, Jamie was perfectly respectful, letting things naturally cool off before she even reached a point where she felt she had to say no.
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Despite Jamie’s uncharacteristic restraint, Lia’s bold seduction had clearly pushed their connection to a different level and the tension between them had elevated from simmering to boiling hot.
Jamie’s need for physical affection had grown even more intense and Lia felt like her will-power was almost constantly being tested - especially when Jamie’s break from football gave him ample time to show his skill as a doting boyfriend. He made an effort to join her at the bookstore almost every day for lunch and would swing by just before closing to help her tidy up and drive her home. He’d had dinner waiting for her most evenings and even started learning how to cook when she assured him that the gesture was sweet, but she didn’t want to eat take out every single day. And he showered her with genuine, heartfelt compliments that made her feel more cared for and appreciated than she had in as long as she could remember.
If the world could see the Jamie that she was getting to know then there would have been no need for any kind of PR relationship in the first place.
In the weeks after the match - the first few of Jamie’s summer break from the football season - they fell into a nice routine that had Lia’s heart feeling very full. However, as usual, as they headed into July the weather had Lia also feeling very overheated.
Lia loved winter. She loved sweater weather, cozy blankets, reading nooks full of soft pillows, thick socks and warm tea. Even though most people in England complained about the constant grey and the endless rain, Lia loved it all. And in contrast to that, she found even the mildest temperatures of the muggy British summer to be too hot. Warm temperatures were best saved for holidays in her opinion so to say that she was cranky when the yearly heatwave struck London at the start of July would be an understatement.
She was incredibly grateful for the fact that Jamie had the sense to buy a house with air conditioning - a rarity in London - and was loath to leave it. The moment she stepped into the stifling bookstore, she began cursing whoever decided it was smart to design buildings to trap heat and all the ruthless, money hungry companies that were destroying the environment and escalating climate change. The high temperatures kept most customers away anyway as most people weren’t venturing very far or were sticking to air conditioned shopping centres so after a few long hours of Lia’s constant whining, her dad gave her a reprieve and sent her home. She was mostly working on admin tasks that day anyway - sending off a few orders for customers and following up on ones that had been delayed - so it was nothing that she couldn’t do from a laptop in the comfort of her reasonably temperatured home and she immediately accepted his offer of a shorter day before he could change his mind.
Almost as soon as she walked through the door, she began stripping off her clothes. Jamie was out at the gym with Isaac, but even if he’d been home she doubted that she would have cared. The sticky, filthy layer of sweat that seemed impossible to escape from was driving her mad and even with the immediate relief of the cold air in the house, Lia was desperate to be wearing as little as she needed to. She slipped off her shorts and pulled her damp t-shirt over her head before unhooking her bra and sighing with relief at the sensation of being free from the tight garment that had felt like it was just trapping in the heat even more.
After slipping one of Jamie’s shirts over her head, she settled on the couch wearing almost nothing else with her laptop on her lap as she dove into her work. In her refreshed and relaxed state, she found herself feeling much more productive and almost an hour later she was still completely engrossed in her work. So engrossed that she didn’t hear the door open when Jamie got home or hear him walking into the room when she got up to grab something from her bag. However, she did hear the growl he let out when he was greeted with the sight of her bent at the waist wearing one of his shirts that did very little to hide the thin underwear peeking out from under the hem.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned. “What a sight, babe.”
Immediately, Lia snapped back up to standing as she instinctively pulled the shirt down to cover herself up. Her cheeks burned and she found herself stumbling over her words until she eventually managed to blurt out a coherent sentence.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in…”
“Don’t be sorry, love,” he smirked, moving across the room towards her. “I should be thanking you.”
Lia rolled her eyes at his teasing, but she didn’t resist as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her body against his. He was sweaty and warm from walking home in the sun, but suddenly Lia didn’t find that so repulsive.
“It wasn’t deliberate,” she informed him, letting her arms drape over his shoulders. “I was working, I wasn’t trying to be seductive.”
“Oh, really? Well you could’ve fooled me with the way you’re lounging around the house wearing nothing but one of my shirts and looking incredibly fuckin’ sexy.”
“I didn’t think this outfit was sexy, this shirt is longer on me than some dresses I own.”
“Yeah, but it’s mine and that makes it sexy. That, and the fact that you have barely anything underneath it.”
A quick glance down told Lia exactly how he knew that as her nipples were clearly straining against the fabric. Another flush filled her cheeks at the sight, but before she could blame the cool air of the air conditioning or the contrast of the warmth of his hands on her waist, Jamie distracted her by dipping his head and pressing his lips against the pulse point of her neck. The sensation had shivers trickling down her spine and all thoughts of protest were pushed from her mind as one of her hands slid up to his hair, the feeling of his soft locks between her fingers only making her knees feel even weaker.
“Jamie…”
His name fell from her lips as barely more than a whimper after a few moments of enjoying the feel of his mouth against her neck. She felt him pause - almost hesitate - as she caught his attention before he dragged his teeth gently across her skin, nipping her gently.
“Yeah, babe?” He asked as he rested his head on her shoulder, close enough that she could feel his warm breath as he spoke. “D’you want me to stop?”
His voice was sincere and his question was fairly nonchalant, but something about it had a new feeling fluttering through Lia’s stomach. With his constant respect for her, his willingness to follow her boundaries, and his incredible patience as she stuck to her desire to take things slow, he’d proven to her time and time again that he wasn’t just looking for a fun fling before tossing her aside and the wave of affection that washed over her helped to push all her worries and insecurities aside as she realized that she was ready for more.
“No,” she said firmly, despite the shake in her voice. “I don’t want you to stop at all, ever.”
It wasn’t the most poetic way to get her point across, but the way Jamie’s head snapped up told her that he’d understood what she was trying to imply.
“You serious?” His wide eyes searched hers as if he was waiting for her to crack and burst out laughing, but when she bit her lip and nodded slowly, a smirk slid onto his face. “Well, I’m not sure even I have the stamina to go forever, but I’ll give it my best shot.”
His assurance had Lia letting out a giggle, but she was quickly silenced by Jamie capturing her lips with his own. There was a franticness to his movements - a desperation that had Lia wondering if he thought she might change her mind at any moment - but the ever present passion never failed to have her melting against him. There wasn’t much in life that Jamie Tartt would half-ass and Lia had quickly learned that kissing was certainly not one of those things. The thought had her mind wandering to how that would extend to other romantic endeavours and she let out a whimper of anticipation that only seemed to encourage Jamie even more. With surprising ease, he let his hands slide down to the tops of her thighs and lifted her until she was settled with her legs wrapped tightly around her waist. She found herself momentarily distracted by his show of strength, but pulled her lips away from his when he started walking across the room.
“Where are we going?”
Her words came out breathless and panting, but Jamie’s curt reply of “upstairs” told her that he was feeling the strain as well.
“I can walk,” she insisted, despite the way her body craved the closeness they currently had. “You’re too valuable to risk breaking your knee when you fall down the stairs trying to carry me.”
“Not gonna fall,” Jamie smirked as the movement of him stepping up the stairs jostled her against him and earned a gasp from her lips. “You’re tiny, hardly weigh anything at all.”
The claim had Lia letting out a scoff, but she kept any self-deprecating arguments to herself and let herself enjoy the feel of Jamie’s tensed and bulging biceps as he took her up to his bedroom. Once they were safely away from the staircase and Lia’s worries of causing a catastrophic injury had eased, she indulged in the position they were in as her lips found his neck the way his had been on hers only moments earlier. She felt his chest rumble as he growled at the sensation, but Lia barely had time to savour the upper hand that she’d taken before she was practically wrenched away from Jamie as he dropped her onto the bed.
Her heart sank immediately as her body reacted to the lack of contact between them and she heard Jamie chuckle as he pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at her.
“Don’t pout, love,” he teased, making her pull back her bottom lip that she hadn’t even realized had popped out. “I’ll be right there.”
True to his word, Jamie knelt on the edge of the bed as soon as his shirt was discarded and Lia reached for him as he crawled up the bed towards her, embarrassed by the whine of impatience that left her lips. The need she had for him was almost overwhelming, as if now that she’d decided what she wanted, she couldn’t wait another moment to have it. Luckily, Jamie’s enthusiasm seemed to match her own which she could see from the way that the baggy shorts he was wearing did little to hide the bulge growing beneath them.
However, she found herself feeling disappointed when Jamie stopped about halfway up her body. His hands traced a trail of goosebumps on her skin as they slid under her shirt, lifting it out of his way and the kisses he placed on the newly exposed skin of her stomach had shivers racing up her spine, but she wanted him higher. She wanted to feel the weight of his body, she wanted to feel his skin against hers and his lips on her lips again. She wanted to feel him sliding inside her as they finally shared that deep connection, but Jamie resisted when she tried to grab his hands and pull him up higher.
“Just wait, gotta get you warmed up first…”
It was another idea that had her arousal growing, but as Jamie’s fingers dipped into the top of her underwear to pull them down, the excitement shifted into panic as she realized what he was planning to do.
“Jamie, no,” she gasped, pressing her hips into the mattress to stop him. “I was sweating all morning and I haven’t showered.”
“So?”
The look on Jamie’s face was one of complete confusion and Lia cringed as she was forced to elaborate.
“So, I’m sweaty and gross,” she explained, her cheeks burning as she added, “You probably don’t want to put your face down there right now.”
“Uh, yeah, I do,” he insisted, looking at her like she was completely insane. “I’ve been wanting to put my face down there since you barged in on my shower. It’s gonna take more than a little sweat to stop me now.”
“Are you sure?”
Jamie slid down, pushing her legs apart and settling between them to press a kiss against her thigh before he answered.
“Absolutely.”
Biting her lip and nodding her head, Lia tried to push her insecurities out of her mind and it didn’t take long for any doubts to disappear entirely. As soon as Jamie had her underwear out his way and his mouth was pressed against her, Lia’s thoughts were filled with nothing but pleasure. She knew Jamie was quite experienced and she’d seen his talents first hand the evening they’d spent together in the shower, but his skills with his tongue surpassed even that experience.
It took him a moment or two to figure out what she needed, but as he spread her open to increase his access, he followed the cues of her reactions until he’d found the perfect combination of pressure and friction with his tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves to have her writhing underneath him. Her hands darted back down to his hair, gripping tightly enough to have him moaning against her and the vibration had her hips twitching up towards him encouragingly, but Lia let out a gasp of frustration when he pulled away and shifted so his hand could move to pin down her hips.
“Gotta be patient, babe,” he instructed. “You’re gonna pull my hair right out if you keep tugging on it like that.”
Feeling a flash of confidence, Lia flashed him a smirk of her own.
“You love it.”
Her observation earned a chuckle from Jamie, but the feeling of his breath against her earned a twitch and a gasp from Lia.
“I do and I like getting a reaction out of you.” He followed up his statement by blowing out another breath against her, making her squirm and gasp again. “You’re so sensitive.”
“Y-yeah, because you’ve got me so wound up.”
Her voice shook from the strain and while she was about to offer to start begging for Jamie to return his attention to what he was previously doing, he didn’t make her wait any longer. The relief had her head falling back against the pillow as pleasure washed over her. She bit her lip in an attempt to control the sounds that she was desperately fighting back, but a pinch to her hip from Jamie caught her attention again.
“Let it out,” he demanded. “Wanna hear you.”
His tongue dipped back between her wet folds and she fulfilled his request as the sounds he managed to pull from her echoed around the room. He lapped at her with such expert precision and perfect pressure that it took just a few short minutes for her to feel the warm heat begin to build in the pit of her stomach as she raced towards her peak. Clearly sensing her mounting release, Jamie kept his pace steady with a focused determination that Lia had only seen him display on the pitch until he had her hovering on the edge of completely falling apart. Her chest heaved and her heart raced as she let out a cry of pleasure and gripped the sheets so tightly that she worried for moment that she might have actually ripped them before she felt herself fall into ecstasy and suddenly she couldn’t think of anything, but the feeling of Jamie’s mouth and the way she was quivering under his touch as he coaxed her through her release.
As she slowly came down from her high and started to regain her senses, she felt Jamie slip away, but in her dizzy state, she couldn’t muster the energy to do anything but bat her eyes open and enjoy the sight of him ridding himself of the shorts he’d been wearing. He was gifted in more ways than one and the sight of him - hard and ready for her - had another wave of want flooding through her already satisfied body.
“You’re so fit…” The words fell from Lia’s mouth before she could stop them as if he had her drunk on desire. “Sorry, I don’t think I meant to say that out loud.”
“It’s fine,” Jamie assured as he strutted back towards the bed, looking a little prouder after her compliment. He crawled back up the bed and to Lia’s relief, he didn’t stop until his body covered hers and his hips were resting between her thighs. “You’re pretty fuckin’ fit too, could watch you come undone like that for hours and never get tired of seeing it.”
It was an idea that had a shiver of anticipation running down Lia’s spine. Spending countless hours wrapped up in bed with him, at his mercy as he brought her wave after wave of pleasure was entirely too tempting, but as the fog of her orgasm began to clear, she was eager to return the favour.
“Think you can make it happen again?” She tried to spur him on as she pressed her hips up against his. “I want you so bad, Jamie.”
She heard him swear under his breath as he closed his eyes tightly like he was trying to hold himself together and she revelled in the knowledge that he was as desperate as she was. She let her hands slide up over his back, exploring every inch of his body that she could reach as he gently rocked against her and gathered his thoughts before he glanced back down towards her.
“You sure about this?”
“Yes,” her answer was quick and firm and she hoped it would ease any doubts, but just to be safe she added a rather needy, “ Please .”
Her pleading had a smile sliding onto Jamie’s face before he dipped his head to capture her mouth in another kiss. The faint taste of herself on his lips only added to Lia’s arousal and she hooked her leg over his hip as she tried to urge him closer and get what she needed, but she was disappointed again when Jamie moved away.
“What are you doing?”
She could hear her whiny tone, but she was constantly amazed with Jamie’s restraint especially when she could feel him pressed against her, hard and throbbing.
“Getting a condom.” She heard him open the drawer of his bedside table and felt silly for letting the element of protection completely slip her mind so she waited patiently, biting back any more demands for urgency. When Jamie was ready, she felt him pressing against her again before he paused. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Lia nodded, feeling a flicker of nerves. “Just go slow, okay? It’s been a while for me and you’re so big.”
The boost to his ego had him twitching against her as a smirk slid onto his face, but he listened to her words as he moved his hips forward and pressed into her inch by inch. The burn of the initial stretch had her sucking in a sharp breath, but his efforts to get her warmed up had been very successful and by the time he was fully inside her, the sting had subsided and she felt nothing but pleasure.
“You good?” He questioned with a quiver to his voice that told Lia just how much self-control he was currently using even before he added a strained, “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”
“Because you’re so big,” she gasped. “It feels so good, Jamie. Please, fuck me.”
Jamie didn’t need to be told twice as he slowly withdrew before pressing his hips forward again. He started off cautiously and the care he was taking had Lia’s heart fluttering in her chest, but the need for more quickly took over. Rocking her hips up to meet his thrusts, she silently encouraged him to increase the pace until they settled into a steady rhythm that almost took Lia’s breath away. The way he stretched her so perfectly, the way it felt like he was hitting every nerve exactly where she needed him, the friction of his skin against her every time he pressed all the way inside of her. It all had Lia’s already sensitive body quickly rising to another peak.
And when he buried his head against her neck to nip and suck on her skin as he murmured soft words of encouragement into her ear, the intimacy of the moment only heightened the sensations she was feeling. Her senses felt entirely overwhelmed, as if nothing other than Jamie and the way he was touching her so deeply even existed in that moment and she clung to him to pull him even tighter against her chest.
His name fell from her lips in a whimpered plea as she felt the tension coiling in her stomach once again and he groaned in response before shifting his hips and picking up the pace. The slight change in angle had him hitting places that Lia wasn’t even sure she knew existed, opening her up to a whole new world of satisfaction as his breath puffing against her skin with every thrust sent shivers down her spine. She tried to warn him of her impending release, but it seemed to be rising too fast for her brain to keep up and as Jamie let out a soft moan of his own, she felt herself falling over the edge.
With a cry of pleasure, her body tensed and her nails dug into his back as she felt herself clench and quiver around him. His movements stuttered slightly as he cursed and panted into her neck, but he quickly recovered and worked her through her high. However, his thrusts grew sloppy and frantic as he chased a release of his own and it took barely a few extra thrusts for him to fall apart as well.
They stayed connected for a moment as they both fought to catch their breath until Jamie found the strength to roll over and lay beside her. Despite the air conditioning, there was a fine layer of sweat covering his chest, but once the condom was discarded in the rubbish bin beside the bed, Lia eagerly cuddled into his side. As the desperation of her desire was sated for the time being, she felt a need of a different kind creeping up her spine. There was a vulnerability to what they’d just shared and while Lia had no regrets about finally opening up to Jamie in that way, it had her insecurities rearing their ugly head. She tried to force them down and enjoy the quiet aftermath of what they’d just experienced, but Jamie was more astute than she gave him credit for.
“You alright?” He asked, peering down at her as hand rested on her lower back, pulling her closer against him. “I can feel your heart beating through your chest.”
“I’m fine…” The words were mumbled as she debated whether or not her honesty would ruin the moment, but she quickly decided to give him the chance to ease her worries. “Just feels like a big line we just crossed, guess I’m just hoping it doesn’t change anything.”
“Doesn’t change anything for me,” he assured her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Other than making me feel very fuckin’ grateful that my girlfriend is smart, gorgeous and amazing in bed.”
His words had a giggle falling from Lia’s lips, but her heart swelled at the sincerity in his voice.
“I’m feeling pretty lucky too,” she agreed. “And not that your ego needs any extra encouragement, but I’m starting to see why you’re so cocky. It seems like you do have quite a wide range of talents.”
“Thanks, babe,” Jamie chuckled. “But next time I’d like to be a little more thorough. Didn’t even get your shirt off this time and that is a real shame.”
“Patience isn’t my strong suit…”
“I noticed,” Jamie teased her. “But if you give me a few minutes to recover then we can spend the rest of the afternoon working on that.”
His hand dipped lower to squeeze her bum, but as tempting as his offer was, Lia was forced to politely decline.
“I can’t,” she reluctantly informed him. “I have to get back to work. I came home to take advantage of our wonderful air conditioning, but I’m technically still on the clock.”
“I wondered why you were home so early, but you work too hard anyway. I think you’ve earned an afternoon off.”
Jamie’s wandering hands were making it hard to resist, but Lia quickly dragged herself off the bed and away from his touch despite the whine of protest that followed.
“You’re probably right, but unfortunately my dad would disagree and I don’t think he’d be particularly understanding of me calling in sick to spend the afternoon in orgasmic bliss with you.”
The thought had Jamie cringing and she giggled at the look on his face as she leaned down to steal one more kiss before she hurried off to the bathroom, enjoying the way the soreness growing between her thighs would be a constant reminder of the moment they’d just shared.
#jamie tartt fic#jamie tartt#jamie tartt fanfic#jamie tartt x ofc#jamie tartt fanfiction#ted lasso fanfic#ted lasso#amorous facades
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #51
A friend is coming over today to play Stepmania on my Frankenpad.
I'm excited about this, but also nervous. My house is a neurodivergent one, and it has 5 cats. It looks like a neurodivergent house (as in, clutter everyfuckenwhere), and it smells like there are 5 cats living here. It's not squalid or anything, but… it definitely doesn't look like one of those images you find in Home and Garden magazines.
But maybe it's not entirely necessary for my house to look like it's not inhabited by three neurodivergent people stacked in a trenchcoat trying to pass as a Functional Adult™.
This image sums up our situation nicely, although it's with three people instead of four:
It's not lost on me how lucky I am to have my husbands. I don't know what they see in me, but they keep me around anyway, even though they don't gotta. So I do what I can to deserve them both.
I feel a little better today than I did yesterday. Before bed, I rehydrated with a big glass of warm milk. Warm milk is a nice thing because it doesn't matter how awful or wired or antsy or tense I feel; 20 minutes after I'm finished drinking it, I become super sleepy, and then I'm out like a light. Works every time, for reasons I don't fully understand. Maybe if you ever have trouble sleeping, you can give it a try.
In any case. In order to prepare for today, I made myself some green tea and it was very good. And then I went to the grocery store, both to get ingredients to make pumpkin soup for the weekend (I'll write a letter about this process for you when I begin to make it, don't worry!), and to get supplies to make nachos for everybody tonight. I took a few pictures of my grocery store adventures for you; it was a lot less crowded today. Here:
This is canned pumpkin. I have to get it canned because fresh pumpkin is out of season where I live until next autumn. But that's okay; this stuff is pretty good too:
Here's some heavy cream. This is the basis for any bisque, which is what I am trying to make for my friends this weekend, because, sadly, I cannot make it for you:
And here is some cream cheese, which will also be added to the soup for extra decadence:
And here's a starfruit. Because I adulted today, and that means I deserve a little treat!
The sticker says "carambola", because it's also called that. I like "carambola" better as a word to describe this fruit; it rolls off the tongue better. Try it: "ka-RAHM-bo-la"; it's fun, isn't it?? Haha! 😁
...But then nobody knows what I'm talking about when I say "carambola", so "starfruit" is just easier if I want to be understood. 😅
Maybe it's a little weird, but… in service to the notion that you'd like a normal life, I wish I could bring you to the grocery store and show you all the things and all the best ways to pick stuff out. And I'd step up to anyone who even so much as looks at you funny for your height, build, albinism, long hair, or wing, if it's out. I'd kick them right in their stupid shins and yell at them to get lost before I get REALLY mad and introduce my knuckles to their face at an unpleasant velocity. I'm only 5'8" to your 6'7", but still I can get pretty scary when I gotta! I'd have your back, don't you worry. I'd protect you from anything. It'd be fine. You'd be safe with me; I'd make sure of it.
In any case. You remember that bison and venison I got from my last trip to the grocery? I had intended to use that for making the nachos today. I'm eager to see how it'll turn out. Oh, and I gotta grate some cheese, too; I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me (I know you didn't really, but it's fun to pretend)! 😜
I have since cooked up the bison and venison, and grated up three different kinds of cheese. Check 'em out:
I was surprised that bison and venison taste so similar. It's almost like beef, but not really. I mixed the three different kinds of cheese into a great big bowl, so the prep work for making nachos later is complete. I already have some chopped veggies and some guacamole and something kinda like sour cream, so it's good to go!
Since writing the last paragraph, we picked up my friend and we played a lot of Stepmania on my awesome Frankenpad! I even managed to snag a video of me on it that I think isn't too terrible! Here:
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Certainly, my balance and stamina aren't what they used to be; it's been a lot of years since last I used to do this with any sort of consistency. But that's okay! This was one of my favorite Expert Mode songs; the rhythm with which you're supposed to use your feet is a lot of fun for this one, and I remember when this used to be a "warm-up" tune for me, haha! I'm hoping that if I continue to do it, I'll improve again, over time.
You know? I bet you'd probably be really good at this. I imagine you must have crazy amounts of stamina, and I imagine your sense of rhythm must be impeccable. I wonder which songs you'd gravitate towards. I wish you could play together with me and my friends; I think you might have a lot of fun with it, once you get used to it, and it would be great to see you smiling and having a good time.
In any case, afterwards we ate nachos!! We filled bowls with chips, ground meat, and cheese, and then heated it up in the microwave! It's not fancy, but it's certainly effective! Check it out!
After that, you add your cold things. I had guacamole, onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, and the sort-of-sour-cream. Here's what it looked like when the bowl was fully assembled:
And just like that, you add a few juicy veggies and you have a healthy bowl of awesome tastiness! Woot, woot!
We had an amazing time and lots of delightful conversation. I think you'd like this person a lot if you met her. She's very smart and she has a lot of insightful things to say. I'm looking forward to the next time I get to spend time with her.
...I wish you could have been here for any of this. I think you could feel safe and at home and cared for and like you have family at my house. After the hellish upbringing I had, I have, with help, done my best to shape myself into someone who is wholesome and safe, and to shape my home into a place that is wholesome and safe. I know that you could be welcome here. I know that with enough time and patience, you'd adjust to the peace, because you have a smart brain and a flexible mind. You could chill where the kind people and the tasty snacks and the fun things are, and you'd never have to wonder if you belong, because you would. Because you do. Because you always have, regardless of how you came into being, and regardless of what anyone else has tried to tell you. You belong, and you deserve good and wholesome things.
But I guess writing to you about it and sending you videos and pictures is the best I can do; I'm sorry about that - I really, truly am. I hope somehow that any of this might reach you and move you, but... I don't imagine that it will. But I also can't stop myself from trying against all odds anyways, for better or for worse, haha.
You can have this, you know - this simple life, and any of the lovely and good things I've been trying to show you (and will keep trying to show you). All you have to do is make a different choice. All you have to do is take the hands outstretched to you. All you have to do is open your ears and your mind to the kind words being spoken towards you. All you have to do is turn your face back to the light. I'll be over here until you do, singing a little song for you, and weaving a little handicraft, as I always do.
So... please stay safe until you're ready, okay? Please remember that you're loved and cared for. Please make good, kind, and brave choices.
I'll write to you again tomorrow.
Your friend, Lumine
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Hey I’m Liliy, hella awkward and sleep deprived, just like my Nocto sama! THIS IS A REVAMP. I took a long break but I feel ready to go back to my beloved Noct... I have missed him and the memories I have made. If you like spoiled sleepy royals, then come and cradle him pls. Really, I do not bite. I do CRAVE angst like a mofo tho so watch out, but I like fluff and all that other good stuff too. Pls like/reblog this if you are interested and are a final fantasy blog. Even if you aren’t, that’s fine too! I’m open to all 💤♥
#ffxv rp#final fantasy rp#final fantasy xv rp#self promo;#a little nervous but I am excited to come back and write for this sleepy boy heh#<3
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˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐇 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𖥔 ࣪ ˖
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Pairing: Daddy!Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader Content Warnings: Daddy kink, ddlg undertones, somnophilia, dubious/non consent, age gap (Reader is early twenties, Andy is mid-forties), fingering, oral sex (f-rec), dirty talk, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!! Word Count: 4.7k A/N: Here we are!!! This is my first Kinktober and I am nervous to write all these new kinks and characterizations but also incredibly excited. I'm so sorry that this was so delayed, my loves! Work has been hell for the past week but I've finally had time to proofread this. As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there's anything I can do to improve upon it! There's no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that's my personal preference! Anyway, please enjoy and I'd adore some feedback, if anyone feels so inclined! Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | Kinktober Masterpost | October Fifteenth Summary: Working as the Barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?
Although, you couldn’t exactly say that you loved your job, the accommodations and compensation made what little aggravation you faced in the course of a workday well worth it. While most students from your college town had picked up odd jobs in busy restaurants or quaint little shops, you’d become a live-in nanny for the Barber family. It was a perfect situation really—your tuition was covered by scholarships, you only worked in the afternoons and evenings, you didn’t have to pay for housing, the ‘work’ was a piece of cake, and your employer was the hottest man you'd ever fucking seen.
Jacob was a pretty quiet kid—and maybe a bit too old to have a nanny, at the age of thirteen—so you were essentially just paid to ensure he didn’t sneak out of the house and ate a somewhat balanced dinner on the nights that his dad got home late from work or other engagements. The family unit was small with only Jacob and his father and, now by extension, you.
District Attorney Andy Barber had quietly left his wife a year earlier and moved he and his son away from their small hometown to start over just as you’d arrived in the city to begin your third year of school. You’d met in the aisles of a dark liquor store as you stood in front of the vast selection of wine, teeth digging into your lower lip as your eyes scanned all the labels on the red varietals: merlot, cabernet sauvignon, Malbec, pinot noir, Sangiovese.
Seeing your hesitation at making a selection, he’d easily swooped in and found you something sweet, saying it reminded him of you with a charming grin. It was an unassuming bottle with a minimalistic label—a vin santo that flooded your tongue with a sweetness that reminded you of warm summer days and cherry jam. It was perfect—and that was where it all began.
You’d crossed paths in your small college town several more times and now, more than a year later, you’d settled into the Barber’s lives seamlessly. The big colonial house, tucked away in the gated neighborhood, was quiet as the clock approached one in the morning. Andy had needed to attend some gala, to rub shoulders and grease palms and do all other sorts of lawyerly things, so after dinner, you had taken it upon yourself to clean up around the house after Jacob had gone to bed.
The kitchen had been cleaned from dinner you’d made, the dishes had been washed and put away, and you’d finished the laundry. All of the linens had been tucked away in the hall closet but you found yourself hesitating at the door of Andy’s empty bedroom as sleepiness began to sink into your bones. There were just a few shirts that needed to be hung in his closet. You rocked back and forth on your heels, deliberating silently as you propped the basket on your hip, looking up and down the silent, empty hall as if he’d appear and chastise you for even entertaining the idea. He’d never said his room was off-limits to you; in fact, Andy had always told you to make yourself at home.
It would only be for a few minutes anyway.
Stifling a yawn, you quietly opened the heavy, wooden door and slipped into the dark room. Flipping the light-switch turned on a lamp, dimly bathing the unfamiliar space in a warm, comforting light. It looked just like you’d imagined it—not that you’d spent a long time picturing your employer’s room.
No—never.
Certainly not when he came down to the kitchen on Saturday mornings in worn flannel pajama pants and made coffee for the two of you to share in silence as Jacob slept in, and definitely not when you lay in your bed, in the room just next door to his, with your fingers slipping beneath the silky fabric of your panties as you remembered the feeling of his eyes on you from across the dinner table.
Feeling your face grow warm as you shoved those thoughts away, you quickly opened the door to his closet. It was as organized as you’d have thought it to be. The hangers and collars were all turned in a uniform direction, the shirts organized by shade and hue from dark to light. Humming softly to yourself, you finished the chore quickly before something on the foot of his pristinely made bed caught your eye.
The fall air that had invaded the New England coast had brought a chill, and along with it, a shift in his wardrobe. It was a deep, forest green sweater of his that had silently become your favorite item in his closet. Cautiously, you picked up the article and bit your lip to stop a quiet sigh from escaping your lips. It was soft and you’d imagined yourself running your hands over his chest while he wore it dozens of times.
The clock on his bedside table read just after one; when Andy had left that afternoon, he’d mentioned that it would be close to two before he’d return home from Boston. You knew exactly what you wanted. Padding softly across the room, you closed the door with an almost silent ‘click’ of the latch. You couldn’t help it; you could feel your heart beating against your breastbone and the way your panties had grown damp at just the thought.
There was a bit of a thrill as you slipped out of your ratty collegiate sweatshirt and allowed it to fall on to the soft carpet without a sound, your short cheer shorts following suit. Bare to the cold room, you felt goosebumps prickle your skin and you weren’t sure if your nipples had grown hard from your admittedly overactive imagination, or the exposure.
Slipping the woven cashmere over your head, you let out a soft sigh as the fabric caressed your skin and enveloped you in a scent that was purely Andy. It was something expensive; you’d seen the bottle on his bureau. A sweet, smoky wood scent that clung to his skin and the fibers of his clothes—fuck, you wanted to be covered in it.
Crawling on to the king-sized bed that took up the center of his spacious room, you couldn’t help but giggle as you sank into the plush, white duvet that covered it. Your fingers and toes curled against the cotton, and, in the back of your mind, you knew you’d have to smooth it all out before you returned to your own room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment.
All you could think about was Andy in this bed, his hand working his hardened cock as quiet groans strained from his throat. You knew he did it every night before he fell asleep. You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew that, just separated by a single wall, you listened carefully and covered your mouth, fucking yourself along with him.
Allowing your eyes to drift shut, your fingers trailed down your body, rubbing the damp fabric that clung to the lips of your wet pussy, whimpering softly as you brushed against the hardened nub of your clit. God—you wished it was him. His fingers teasing your cunt, his tongue brushing over your nipple before grazing it with his teeth.
Clenching the duvet, that was covered in the musky, heavy scent of him, with white knuckles, it didn’t take long for you to reach the precipice. Biting your lip, almost painfully, you stifled a cry. The way your walls fluttered around your fingers, as your thighs clenched hard, and your toes curled into the soft sheets made you feel like you were flying. Writhing against the now too-warm bed, you felt that fuzzy, pleasurable feeling wash over you like the sun’s rays as you came back down. Touching yourself had never felt so good before—how could you go back to your normal nightly activities?
Slipping your hand from the sodden fabric, it was like your body was on autopilot. Your breathing slowed as your post-orgasm brain returned from the stratosphere. It wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for just a minute. One minute, then you’d take off his too-soft sweater and get rid of any evidence that you’d even been here. One minute, then you’d go to your own room and lay down and go to sleep with your little secret.
Just one minute, then…
The lights were off in the silent house. Andy carefully allowed the heavy front door to close behind him, turning the deadbolt as he shut out the rest of the night. Running a hand over his scruff-covered chin, he let out an uninhibited yawn. The day had been long, the night even longer, and he longed for sleep. Leaving his briefcase in his office, and his rumpled jacket folded over his arm, he quietly padded up the stairs and down the hall.
With a gentle knock on Jacob’s door, and no answer in response, he quietly peered inside. A muss of brown hair rested on his pillow, barely visible under the plaid quilt that covered the bed. Jacob hadn’t snuck out since you’d taken on the task of nannying him, but Andy always liked to be certain, not quite trusting the little shit—and for good reason. Quietly closing the door, he continued down the hall before coming to rest in front of your room. He frowned, looking at the floor for that telltale strip of light that usually spilled from beneath the door and tattled to him that you were still awake, usually reading or listening to music or watching something on your laptop.
You were a night owl, and it wasn’t even two in the morning; you never fell asleep this early unless you had an exam the next day and he knew that wasn’t the case. It was the weekend. He’d gotten to know your schedule intimately, getting a copy of your class and assignment schedule from you under the guise of staying in the loop. Truth be-told, he just wanted to know how your days went and where you were. Erring on the side of caution, he gently rapped a knuckle against your door, quietly murmuring your name just inches away from the wooden barrier, knowing you’d hear, if you were actually awake.
Met with silence, he felt a tug in his chest. He knew you weren’t the lightest sleeper; once when he’d apologized for doing lawn work on an early Saturday morning, you’d told him, with a sheepish blush, that you hadn’t even noticed the loud mower outside your window. Knocking once more, louder this time, he called your name with no response. Resting a hand on your doorknob, he hesitated.
Though it was unspoken, he’d deemed your room off-limits…but what if you were hurt? Or sick? What if something had happened to you after Jacob went to bed? Talking himself out of walking away, he turned the cold, metal knob. The door opened silently and he hesitated before taking a step inside, his eyes searching the pitch black for your form.
Adjusting to the dark, his eyes could make out the frilly pink sheets of your still-made bed. With a frown, he flicked on the light and took in the space that he’d only ever caught occasional glimpses of. Through the worry, there was a pique of intrigue. Everything was shades of pastel, a little stuffed bunny propped up against your pillow. It was all so innocent and girly. Sweet and saccharine, just like you.
A light on your nightstand got his attention; a lump in his throat, and the bulge in his tight slacks, grew as the shape registered. Nope, it wasn’t your phone. Fuck. A little vibrator rested on your bedside table, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan. He’d heard the quiet vibrations through your shared wall before but seeing the culprit and everything else was something new entirely.
He always knew you were girly, loving cute things and being just as sweet, but you—
You were missing.
He didn’t have time to jerk off as he tried to remedy all of the new things he’d learned about your bedroom. Muttering a curse under his breath, he adjusted his rapidly hardening cock before taking a step back and taking a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gathered himself. He had to get a fucking grip—he argued against murderers for a living, for Christ’s sake. Would your vibrator and sweet little bedroom really be his downfall?
Your car was still in the driveway—you weren’t in the living room and the den had been dark when he’d come in as well. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he quickly found you listed under his favorites and allowed it to dial. His brow furrowed when he heard a quiet sound from the next room over. In just three strides, he was in front of his room and with one more, he was inside as the phone call went to voicemail.
The lamp in the corner of his room illuminated the space, as well as your sleeping form that was sprawled over the center of his king-sized bed. A cocktail of relief and arousal flooded him at once. You were safe. You were home.
But you were also in his bed. And aside from his sweater, only wearing a pair of satin-y, baby pink panties that were molded perfectly to your ass which he could plainly see in the warm light that filled the room. You rested on your belly, fingers gripping his pillow beneath your head tight, with one leg hiked up the mattress as you snuggled into the plush bedding. Closing the door quietly behind him, his legs carried him over to the bed without a second thought. His eyes trailed over your relaxed body and affection almost made the corner of his lips tick upwards.
You looked so sweet, your eyes closed gently as your thick lashes brushed your soft cheek. That sweetness was cut when he noticed a damp patch on your panties and the way that soft sighs of sleepy pleasure slipped from your lips as you rocked your hips into the mattress, oblivious to your newfound audience as some dream played out behind your eyelids.
The aquamarine of his eyes caught fire as he watched you shift in your sleep. Draping his jacket over the armchair in the corner of his room, he stalked across the room, pausing as he landed beside the bed. Straight, white teeth digging into his lip, he held back a groan as you shifted, seeking out comfort as his sweater rode up to your waist, revealing more of you to his starving gaze.
He could feel his cock throb at the sight of you and he was almost certain that no amount of deep breathing could resolve it. He needed you out of there before he blew a load in his pants like a fucking teenager. Tucking his length in to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he carefully sat down beside you. The foam mattress didn’t move you in the slightest and he mumbled a curse under his breath before resting a hand on your thigh, giving you a gentle shake as he softly murmured, “Sweetheart?”
A little groan slipped through your lips, your eyes squeezing shut tighter as you held on to the clouds of sleep that still filled your head. Turning over, you mumbled something incomprehensible before your breathing leveled back out.
Looking at his hand still resting on your smooth thigh, he resisted the urge to give the cushion of your skin a soft squeeze. Slowly trailing his eyes up your frame, his eyes darkened. Your nipples strained against the light knit material, begging to be pinched and laved. If you tempted him when you were awake, wandering the house in those tiny shorts and tight tops, watching you sleep was another circle of hell where he was condemned only to look but never to touch.
You two had danced around one another since you’d met at that liquor store. How could he know you wanted it as badly as he did?
“Princess,” Andy tried once more, his thumb brushing back and forth over your leg as he spoke at a normal volume, “Wake up for me, sweetheart.”
He watched the way your nose crinkled slightly in your sleep and a small smile spread across his lips. It was as if your subconscious was absorbing his words, blocking them from reaching your conscious mind and waking you up. As he gave your leg one more gentle shake, you let out a quiet, whiny groan consisting of one word, “Daddy…”
Andy couldn’t help the way his grip on you tightened at the two-syllable word, the little blood that was left in his head, rushing to his groin. Fuck—there was no mistaking that. He barely noticed the way his hand had drifted further up your leg; he needed to touch you more, to see all of you.
You’d just called him daddy.
He could be your daddy for tonight.
Or, for as long as you’d allow him.
Clearing his throat, he gave one last, half-hearted attempt at waking you, “Baby?”
“Daddy, please…” You breathed out, your fingers gripping the soft blankets as your dreams continued to roll like a film reel, unaware of the way that their subject’s hand had drifted up to your hip, toying with the elastic edge of the only barrier separating him from you. Your voice was so innocent as you whimpered out, “Need you, daddy…”
At that, it didn’t take long for Andy to slip down the bed, gently parting your already spread legs further, leaving enough space for him to lay between them. With a tentative hand, he brushed his thumb over the wet spot that had darkened the light fabric of your panties, begging for his attention. Your hips jerked as he dragged his finger down the cleft of your folds and a low chuckle gently shook the bed.
“Shh…” He shushed your soft whimper, watching as your brows drew together, seeking out the feeling again and rocking your hips upward.
Fuck—he’d wanted this since he saw you standing in that dark store. You’d looked so sweet in your little, frilly pastel dress, your exposed décolletage shining with some body shimmer that smelled like vanilla, even from a foot away. That was you; always so sweet, so good.
Pressing a gentle kiss to the center of your covered, private area, feeling the dampness against his slightly parted lips, he hummed softly, reassuringly as his thumb continued to drift up and down that same spot tortuously, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
You spent all your time doing things for everyone else: your family, your friends, him, his son—when was the last time that you’d been taken care of? When was the last time you’d let your walls down enough to even allow it?
In that blissful twilight of sleep, you were so soft, vulnerable and receptive to his care. You’d allow it, even if you didn’t know you were.
Holding his breath, trying to stay as silent and as still as possible, Andy gently rolled the lacy, elastic band down your legs as his eyes stayed trained on your face for any hint that you were coming around. Gently maneuvering your sleep-laden limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between, you barely shifted as he draped your legs over his broad shoulders.
Running a finger down the bare, sensitive skin of your puffy slit, he groaned as he collected the proof of your arousal on the tip of his digit. “Oh, sweetheart…” Using his thumbs, he gently spread the petals of your sex and had to bite his lip to stifle himself from cursing at the sight. The low light glistened against the wetness that clung to your skin as your hips shifted and your brows pulled together, feeling the cold air brush against your exposed clit. He cooed, “You’re so wet, baby. This all for me? All for Daddy?”
“Mm…” You mumbled, your cheek pressed against the pillow as your hands drifted up your body, dragging the hem of his sweater up over your tummy slowly. You could feel the last glowing embers of sleep slowly dying, with each brush against your skin pushing you back towards the waking world but you were so comfortable. You were enrobed in Andy’s scent, that sweet smoke that made you feel like nothing bad could happen to you as long as it was near.
Andy’s thumb brushed against your swollen bundle of nerves and he let out a low, dark chuckle as your hips gave a sudden jerk at the direct stimulation. Not wanting to torture you—not yet at least—he traced circles around the bud, careful not to touch it directly again. After several moments, he carefully slipped one finger inside, finding no resistance if your state of need. Giving it a few, agonizingly slow, experimental pumps, he watched hungrily as his digit glistened with your wetness each time it slid out.
With his eyes trained on your blissful expression, he gently slipped in a second, longer finger beside the first and watched hungrily as your body adjusted to the new sensation, a soft whimper breaking through your parted lips at the stretch; his fingers were far larger than your own.
“Daddy’s going to eat your sweet pussy, baby.” As his fingers hooked upwards gently, they pressed teasingly against the spongy pillow of your g-spot, your hips bucking forward again at the sudden pressure that made your squeeze around him. You were balancing on the precipice of wakefulness now, one foot still in that perfect dreamland and the other stepping towards the seemingly real, gentle brushes against your skin.
With a gentle kiss pressed to your hip bone, his tongue finally licked a broad, languid stripe through your folds from your entrance to the red button of your clit that continued to beg for his attention. “Fuck, you taste like candy…” Watching the way your tight hole clenched around nothing; he immediately imagined filling it with his cock, Andy groaned, “Sweetest little cunt I’ve ever had.”
Closing his eyes, he groaned as he leaned back down, using his tongue to lave over your sensitive skin; he needed to taste you. Sleep was slipping away, and you weren’t certain if it was a dream when your hands threaded through a head of hair that rested at the apex of your thighs. The grip of your fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as his lips finally wrapped around you swollen clit, giving it a hard suck before letting it go. The scrape of your nails over his scalp mixed a quick lick of pain into his pleasure.
“Oh god—fuck!” You felt your body begin to shake as an orgasm barreled towards you, forcing your sleepy eyes to finally open.
“Watch your language, princess.” Andy’s eyes found yours open and he grinned wolfishly at the surprise and arousal that filled your expression, “Good girls don’t talk like that.”
The wet muscle dipped inside your channel, his nose nudging against your clit before he dragged his tongue slowly up again to the swollen nub. He traced the tip around it before sucking hard then soft and letting go and repeating the movement again and again. He could feel your body tensing as an orgasm quickly approached and he slipped his fingers back into your soaking cunt, your thighs quivering at the added feeling.
“Andy—ah!” A whine was pulled from your throat, silencing your sweetly confused question as you fell over the edge.
He grinned against your skin at the shattered cry, sucking your clit just slightly harder than a moment earlier before gently scraping his teeth over it and making your thighs squeeze around his head. He murmured against your wet pussy, his voice sending vibrations through your body, “What’s my name, baby?”
Your mind was floating away and all you could concentrate on was his touch and the way he made you feel so little and taken care of as he played with you. Shaking your head, your sweet voice came out shakily, “I don’t—”
“I know I haven’t made you that stupid, baby.” His thumb circled your clit, tugging up on the hood of it and exposing the pearl to his greedy eyes before they flicked back up to yours as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him, “What’s my name?”
Capturing it between his lips, he sucked hard, and you felt the wetness dripping from your hole onto his duvet, “Daddy!” You finally cried out, failing to silence yourself as he dipped his tongue into your entrance, collapsing back onto the bed as he played you like a violin, feeding off your every reaction. “God! Oh—feels so good…Daddy, please!” There was a pout on your lips that contrasted with the way your hips rocked against his every touch, unsure if you wanted him closer or to stop the sensations that were becoming too much.
“You like when Daddy plays with your princess parts while you sleep? Yeah?” He let out another deep chuckle against your cunt as a little chirp was pulled from you at his naughty words. He continued lowly, “You know I had to when I found this beautiful little girl in my bed, cunt soaked and waiting for me to come home.”
You moved your hips, chasing that pleasure with each changing angle. The sounds were almost depraved; every lick of his tongue and brush of his fingers forced a wet noise into the room that was mostly quiet aside from the constant melody of your breathy moans.
His hips rocked into the mattress, seeking out his own pleasure as you whimpered, “Fuck, that’s my good girl—wearing my sweater and those slutty, little panties. Gonna keep those, baby. Never getting them back.” Slipping two fingers back into your tight cunt, he pumped them as his mouth focused on your little pearl, “Now come for me again, sweetheart.”
“Can’t!” You cried out, your lip quivering as your second climax barreled towards you, and you shook your head, begging, “No! Too sensitive, daddy…”
“You wanna be sensitive?” He landed a smack to your overworked button with three fingers.
“No!” You whimpered, feeling tears well in your eyes, sniffling as the pleasure made your body shake.
“Better make that sweet little pussy squeeze my fingers or Daddy’s gonna give you a lot more than this…” With dark eyes, he watched as the pleasure finally took hold once again, dragging you under.
“Daddy!” You whimpered as he pressed against your g-spot with two thick fingers, sucking your clit at the same time and shoving you over the edge. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you finally squealed, “Oh! I’m coming!”
You felt your walls flutter as he helped your body ride the crest of the wave of your second orgasm, licking you slowly as a new flood of wetness coated his tongue like a nectar that he never wanted to stop drinking. He could live and die between your thighs, happily.
Your toes curled as your thighs clenched around his head, it was almost as if you were trying to force Andy away when the stimulation became too much but he held your thighs open despite the pleasured cries that filled the. room.
“That’s it…Good girl, sweetheart.” He murmured, helping you come down from the edge that you’d been balancing on for far too long. Watching through half-hooded eyes, you hummed softly as he rubbed your still trembling thigh with one hand and cleaned the fingers of his other with his mouth, a sly smirk on his full lips.
“I…” You trailed off, your cheeks burning as you finally came back from that floaty place where your head had been since waking.
‘Holy shit.’
Covering your body with his, your eyes widened innocently before he caught your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. He tasted like whiskey and you, and it felt like a drug that you’d easily become addicted to. Andy’s hand landing a smack on your ass made you jump, pulling away from the kiss that had lulled you into a false sense of security.
He chuckled as you let out a quiet whine at the sting his hand left behind, sitting back up and undoing his belt with dark eyes that were still focused on you, “Now get that little ass in the air. It’s time to let Daddy use this sweet little hole, princess.”
#andy barber#andy barber fanfiction#andy barber smut#andy barber x reader#andy barber x reader smut#chris evans character#chris evans character smut#kinktober#maddie writes spice#maddie writes#honeybeeskinktober2022#kinktober 2022#reposting this bc it won't show up in the tags :(#mine
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take me home for christmas | j. seresin | part five
that christmasy feeling - johnny cash
summary : jake wants to take you home to texas for christmas to meet his family.
warnings — series, 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, some angst, family dynamics (both healthy and not), mentions of therapy, no religious aspect to the holiday, dogs named after famous texans, anxiety, no use of y/n, little angsty, but mostly internal
notes — uh, its been a while. work has been crazy, so i haven't been able to work on this like i've wanted. truthfully, i'm not sure what i think about this chapter. what i am sure of is that i love writing uncle jake.
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“Wake up!” An unfamiliar voice startled you. “Wake uuup!” The voice was squeaky and accompanied by a bell-like giggle. “Uncle Jake, why isn’t she waking up! Maybe you should wake her up like Snow White!” You could hear your boyfriend’s laugh through the sleepy haze you were beginning to surface from.
“Nah, Sophie. Let’s just wake her up gently. The both of us.” You felt your shoulder warm with the touch of Jake’s large hand and much smaller one underneath it. Your eyes fluttered open and you stretched. “Hey there princess.” The small girl next to Jake giggled again.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Your voice was scratchy with sleep. The last thing you remember was sitting on the couch. Your legs had been tangled with his, your head on his firm chest. A Christmas Story was on the TV and the last thing you remembered was Ralphie Parker getting a boot to the forehead.
“You just looked so cute.” Sophie laughed at her uncle’s words and you couldn’t help but join in. She was an adorable girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes similar to those of her uncle. “Anytime you aren’t snoring is pretty cute.” His comment, which was so typical, made you roll your eyes. You knew he probably had a point. You did snore sometimes.
“You must be Sophie!” Your attention was now on Jake’s niece. Her head was moving up and down in an enthusiastic nod. Her smile was wide enough for you to see that two teeth were missing. You scooted into a sitting position.
“Yeah!” Without warning the girl threw herself in your lap.
“Woah!” Jake placed his hand on your back to keep you from toppling over. You let him know you were good and positioned the girl to make both of you more comfortable. “A little warning next time, Soph!”
“She’s okay. You’re just excited, aren’t you Sophie?” She was nodding once again. “Who wouldn’t be with Santa coming tomorrow?!” The mention of Santa and Christmas Eve had Sophie wiggling with joy. You were still trying to fully wake up, but her childlike wonderment was infectious as she talked about Christmas Eve. Both you and Jake let her ramble for a few moments. After she talked about all the different cookies she wanted to leave Santa, Jake plucked the girl from your lap and told her to go find one of her brothers. Once she was gone, you looked at him. His eyes were roaming over your face. “Do I have sleep lines?” You started feeling around your temple. “Oh my God, did I drool?” Jake laughed.
“You’re good darlin’.” He stood up and held a hand out for you. You took it, looking down at your clothes, running a hand over some wrinkles. “I said you were good.” His tone was light, but had an edge of bossiness that was typical of him. “Come on, there are people I want you to meet.”
You let him tug you towards the kitchen, nerves gripping you. You weren’t quite sure why you were nervous considering how well things went with his parents. They really made you feel as though you’d always been one of them. That morning you and Vicki drove down to the feed store to pick up an order that had come in. As you loaded large bags into the bed of the truck you’d been in, the two of you joked around like people who knew each other for years would. It left you feeling like you were in a dream and you weren’t sure you wanted to wake up.
“There they are!” Thomas yelled out loudly. You smiled shyly, fighting the urge to raise your hand in an awkward wave. There were multiple pizza boxes sitting on the kitchen island, which several people were standing around. Vicki and Thomas you knew, as well as Julie, who was standing next to a man that held baby Lily. There was another man to his left and as you took him in you noticed several features that Vicki also had. That must have been Jackson. A short woman, with red hair, stood in front of him. The only people that were missing were Jennifer and her family, and June. Both of them would be in from out of town the next day.
“Yeah, here we are.” Jake’s hands were on your shoulders, he was standing at your back. The heat coming off of his body was comforting. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m ready to eat!”
Jake filled you in earlier in the day. On the twenty-third there were always carolers in the small downtown you’d been driven through the day before. Hot chocolate was typically sold by the high school band as a fundraiser. There was also a local couple that dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus and walked around entertaining little children. He explained it as a low-key affair that had a lot of heart. It had been going on as long as Jake could remember and had become a family tradition. They’d always eat pizza, drive around to look at lights, and then end up downtown to enjoy the festive atmosphere.
“Yeah, Nana! We’re hungry!” A young teenage boy echoed, walking in. Sophie was at one elbow and another young boy was at the other.
“Come here, squirt!” Jake growled, throwing his arm around his oldest nephew, Will, drawing him into a headlock.
“I’m not a squirt!” The boy replied, his voice cracking in that familiar pubescent way. He squirmed away from his uncle.
“No, you aren’t, but he is!” Jake bent down to pick up Cole. You remember in the weeks leading up to this time with his family, you made Jake quiz you on who was who. Names were not hard for you, so you were able to pick up on all the members quickly. Cole was laughing as his uncle attacked him with tickles. Sophie was jumping up and down, adding to the chaos. You could only imagine the energy that would be in the air once the rest of the Seresin family arrived.
“Come on, knuckleheads,” Jackson spoke up, opening some of the pizza boxes. “Let’s eat.” And, as if his words were magic, the kids (and Jake) straightened up and got in line.
“They are always such a rowdy bunch.” The redheaded woman spoke as you walked over to grab a plate. “Hi, I’m Claire.” You introduced yourself to her in return. “Whenever Jake comes to town, the kids are extra crazy.”
“Yeah, I’m picking up on that.” You laughed.
The kitchen was filled with noise as everyone moved around and began eating. Outside the window the sun was setting, which meant that soon you would all be perusing toward town, taking in the magic of different lights.
After grabbing a couple of slices of pizza, you found yourself squished in between Jake and Sophie. Claire tried to pull her daughter away, reminding her of her manners, but you let her know it was okay. Throughout dinner you listened, with one ear, to Jake entertain Sophie, Cole, and Will with stories about his most recent mission. Details were exaggerated and sound effects were incorporated. While he did that, you engaged in conversation with Claire about a show you heard her mention while you were each up grabbing your food.
Once dinner and conversation were done (and cowboy hats grabbed) you all divided up amongst two different vehicles. Jake, you, Julie, her fiance Luke, and Lily piled in their mid-sized SUV, while Vicki and Thomas squeezed into Claire and Jackson’s Suburban. That forced the three kids in the back seat. Jake and Jackson both had walkie-talkies clipped to their jackets. Jake explained that it was so both vehicles could talk while looking at lights, without interrupting any music. The Seresin’s were all about feeling the spirit of Christmas.
Lily sat between you and Jake, buckled tightly into her carseat. Julie said they could pull up the back seats to make things more comfortable, but you told her it was fine. It gave you an up close look at just how soft Jake could be. You were enjoying this new side to him. He sang to her when a particularly good song would come on. While he didn’t have the best voice, the slightly accented twang he added made you melt. The man would also tell jokes to the other kids over the walkie-talkie.
“Soph’, what does Santa call a reindeer with no eyes?” He asked as your caravan pulled in front of a house that had a yard littered with glowing reindeer.
“I don’t know, Uncle J!” Came Sophie’s sassy reply. You snickered. Her attitude reminded you so much of the one her uncle usually displayed. You locked eyes with Julie who nodded, having picked up on your line of thought.
“I have no eye deer!” As he delivered the punchline he looked over at you, his smile so wide it practically took over his face. Luke snorted which made Julie laugh. Lily cooed from her carseat. You turned your attention to her, brushing her forehead with the pad of your thumb.
“Your uncle is so silly, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” She cooed again and you laughed, looking at Jake pointedly.
“Uncle J, that was so bad!” Will’s voice came over the walkie-talkie. It was impossible to miss Sophie laughing in the background.
“Some would say it’s so bad, I’m on the naughty list right?” You, Julie, and Luke all groaned at the same time. Before you really knew what you were doing, you reached over the carseat and grabbed the walkie-talkie from Jake’s hand. He looked at you, bewildered.
“Someone come get this man!” You said into the receiver after pressing the orange button on the side. There was silence for a minute before Jackson’s voice filled the car.
“Sorry darlin’,” If Jake wasn’t sitting right in front of you, you would have sworn he was the one speaking. “We’ve been dealing with him for over three-decades. It’s your turn now.”
More taunts, bad jokes, and laughs were exchanged as you all continued to look at lights that decorated homes that were a part of Jake’s past. Jake would tell you some random fact from his childhood as you passed by the different houses. Julie would chime in occasionally, adding to the stories he told. You learned about his friends and the shenanigans they got up to, especially while in high school. There were pranks and hijinks of all kinds thought up in the houses that were being driven by.
Eventually the car turned down a street where vehicles were parked on both sides. It took a minute to find a spot, but eventually two were found not that far from each other. Together, as a family, you all walked up the sidewalk, towards the warm light radiating from the busy part of town. Sophie, Claire, and Julie were singing about Frosty the Snowman. As you kept walking the crowd seemed to be growing.
While the downtown area looked charming during the day, there was something magical about it at night. The lights mixed with the music from the carol singers mixed with the fake snow floating through the air created an energy and excitement that you had not experienced since you were a young child. You were so enchanted by everything around you, you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking.
“Darlin’?” Jake called out. He was looking over his shoulder, his family still walking ahead. You were trying to find the words to explain how you felt. “You okay?” You nodded as he walked to you.
“It just…” The words weren’t coming to you, but he waited patiently. “Thank you for bringing me.” His smile was dazzling and dangerous. You tucked one arm around under his denim jacket, and wrapped it around his waist. You lifted the other, using your hand to tip his sand colored Stetson up. It would get in the way of your goal. Without mentioning this goal, Jake understood and pressed his lips against yours. As you pulled apart you could hear Cole behind the man in your arms.
“Come one guys!” There were strangers moving around you, smiling as Cole brought attention to the obvious fact that you were not with the family who was stopped at the hot chocolate booth.
Jake moved your arm out from underneath his jacket, but didn’t let go of your hand. His palm was warm against yours and it grounded you. He pulled you towards the booth and somehow managed to take a few dollar bills from his wallet with one hand. He handed it to the high schooler behind the table and you both grabbed a cup. You never thought that being in Texas with Jake and his family would feel as right as it did. It was nothing like you expected, but in the best way possible…And there were still three days left and more family to meet.
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Another repost from my AO3 account.
I have started to write again although for another fandom which will give me some challenges but I can't wait to finish the first chapter and post it on here again. In the meantime, please don't mind me posting old stuff.
Please note that this has been written before Scarabia chapter came out in Japan and I wrote this based on fan translations as the official English app wasn't released yet.
Azul is having a big crush on you but is having a hard time getting his feelings across.
It hasn’t been long since Azul realized how he felt about you but ever since then, he couldn’t keep acting the way he usually does around you. He just doesn’t know how to make you notice his feelings for you without him having to directly say so. But even if he knew, he seemed to be unwillingly more…clumsy, so to speak, when you were with him. His eloquent manner turned into rushed speech and awkward behavior. Just yesterday when he was trying to explain to you how to correctly create that potion you were given as homework, you got so close to him, he felt your hair tickling his neck. This totally fried his brain, he just had a blackout and was stumbling over his words like Idia. This wasn’t like him but being near you made him surprisingly nervous to the point his mask of self-confidence fell off.
The door to his office opened with a loud ‘thud’. And there you are, running right towards him with your stupidly cute grin which makes the butterflies in his stomach swirl around like a hurricane. Trying to calm himself, he looks at his paperwork, avoiding your gaze but questioning you, “What brings you here at this late hour? You know you should go to bed early to avoid being sleepy during school hours or do you intend to follow Leona’s poor example?”. Not giving away the happiness dwelling inside him for you wanting to see him so late at night.
“I won the tickets to the musical remake of “The Little Mermaid”!! Can you believe it?”, you exclaim in excitement. You came to see him personally just to let him know something you could have told him via text message or tomorrow at school? Could it be that Jade and Floyd were right that you were fond of him?…No, he can’t cloud his judgment just because he wishes that you feel the same. There it is again, he doesn’t know what you want from him, how he is supposed to react, what to say to you. He wants you to know how happy he is for you, knowing just how much you wanted those tickets. But he has never liked anyone before, much less a human from another world. How is he supposed to know what to do in these situations? You are truly devilish, driving him insane like that.
He did not visibly react to what you just said, not even looking up from his sheet of paper lying before him on the office desk. This made you start to wonder if he fell asleep, knowing thanks to Leona just how fast some people are able to doze off. Azul’s long bangs made it so you couldn’t really see his facial expression. Coming up with an idea to wake him or get any kind of reaction out of him, you get close enough to squish his cheek.
Azul suddenly jerked up and cried with a slightly tinted red on his cheeks and ears, “Ah Goddammit! You are impossible! You don’t know what you are doing to me, acting all cute, making my heart race just with the simplest of touch. How am I supposed to react to this? I wish you would know what it’s like being in love with you!”
Realizing too late that he just indirectly confessed his love to you, you are now met with a terrified Azul, shaking, ears, nose, cheeks and the back of his neck colored an even deeper shade of red. He stumbles over his words, stammering incomprehensible.
You, feeling the same towards him, take the initiative and ask him if you both want to watch the musical together as your first date since you like him too and would love to be his significant other.
Azul is perplexed, asking if you are joking. He can’t wrap his head around the fact, someone, much less you of all people would love someone such as himself. But when you confirm that you have been feeling the same way about him with a loving look on your face, he bursts into happy laughter. Hugging you tightly, he tells you how silly he feels now for having been so overdramatic and worrying himself.
However, you know you can count on him continuing to be a dork who doesn’t know how to act around you, especially now that you are dating. Instead, you let him stay in blissful ignorance for now. After all, his dorkiness and more shy side is part of his irresistible charm and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst x y/n#azul ashengrotto#azul x reader#twisted wonderland imagines
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Hello! I just wanted to say I really love your Sk8 headcanons and fics (I always get excited when the Sk8 x reader tag updates with your work ^o^) Could I possibly request headcanons of the Sk8 boys first kiss with their S/O like who initiates the kiss, how long they've been dating, where it happens etc. Its my first time sending a request, I've been wanting to for a while now. I hope you have a nice day or night when you read this and stay safe ^o^
sk8 boys + their first kiss with their s/o

wow, thank you so much! it’s an honor that you’ve chosen me to write your first request. i had a lot of fun writing this one and hope you all enjoy it<33
reki
you probably wouldn’t kiss for a long time due to your own internal conflicts about each others’ feelings
he’s mostly stressing if he’s doing everything right with you or not
after your third date, which just so happened to be when he took you to S, now sitting on top of a ramp at the skatepark, he decides to just suddenly kiss you
when he pulls away to see the shocked look on your face, he immediately regrets it but little does he know…
“so is S always that crazy and high stakes?” you asked.
he chuckled. “actually, i felt like tonight was pretty tame,” he replied as he hopped up onto the ramp before holding out his hand to help you up.
“really? well, i can see why people are into it.” you say as you settle down next to him on the edge of the ramp.
he nods, looking over to you. “did you have fun tonight?”
you look back at him. “yeah! i had a good time, thanks for taking me.”
it was quiet for a moment and you turned back to look up at the clear sky. “the sky looks so pretty tonight.”
he only continued to look at you, his brain on autopilot. “yeah, it does.”
he moved closer to you before getting your attention once more.
“hey,” he said in a soft voice. you turned to look at him only to find him leaning in, his eyes closing. the kiss was gentle but long, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he continued to press his lips to yours.
he pulls away after what feels like an eternity to see an unreadable expression on your face.
“um, i’m sorry. i, i don’t know why i did that,” he explains. “but i really, really like you and would like to spend more time with you.”
he felt like the more he said, the worse he made the situation. “b-but i mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay, especially after i just did THAT, you know?”
he wasn’t making sense, making you shake your head.
“whoa, whoa, reki. what are you talking about?” you asked incredulously. “i liked kissing you.”
“you did?” he validates.
“mm-hmm,” you nod in confirmation. “yes. and for the record, i also want to spend more time with you, you spaz.”
“hey! i am not a spaz,” he defends. “okay, maybe a little. but that would mean the world to me.”
“i’m glad,” you reply. “but maybe just warn me next time you want to kiss me.”
he nods with a nervous chuckle. “i can do that. may i kiss you again right now...maybe?”
you nod, leaning in first this time. you reach for his hand as your lips meet in the middle again. this one was more passionate than the last, sealing your affections for one another.
langa
you would probably be the one to initiate a kiss with him only because he’s dense about how these things go
he most likely wouldn’t realize that you’ve been going on dates and just thought that you were ‘hanging out more’ but it’s not like he minded it
it was your third or fourth ‘hang out’ and you were walking back to your house after eating a whole bunch at that cheap restaurant that you both just can’t get enough of
you decided to test the waters by holding his hand on the way home to which he did not let go and when you finally had reached your destination…
you held his hand as you walked through the neighborhood, the only light provided by the street lamps and the moon. you could tell that he was getting sleepy after having eaten so much. you really didn’t know where he put it all. soon you arrived outside your house and you continued to hold his hand as you turned to face him.
“well, here we are,” you remarked. “thanks for dinner tonight. i am so full.”
“yeah, me too,” he grins. “we could go again tomorrow.”
“i’d like that but that’s a little too much to eat out for me. maybe we could go to the beach or something?” you offer.
“that would be nice. i love the beach,” he replies.
you giggle softly. “i know you do. well, i’ll talk to you soon,” you say as you move closer to him.
“‘kay,” he responds.
“goodnight,” you say softly before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. his eyes widen as he realizes the sudden warmth on his mouth that leaves just as quickly.
“did you...just kiss me?” he asks.
“um, yeah,” you reply coyly, feeling your face grow warm. “i’m, i’m sorry. it was too sudden and i know you’re tired.”
he grabs your hand to keep you from turning away to leave.
“do you think...we could do it again?” he asks.
“you want to?”
“mm-hmm,” he nods.
“okay,” you confirm softly before leaning in with him to connect your lips once again. it was a little longer than the last but nothing too much. a soft smack was heard once you separated, leaving him grinning with half-lidded eyes.
“i liked that,” he commented.
“you did? me too,” you agreed.
“we should definitely do that again tomorrow,” he offers.
you laugh lightly. “yeah. i think we can make that happen.”
joe
he seems like he’d be the type of guy to kiss on the first date but regardless, you’ve been flirting here and there for a while and mans just can’t wait
it’s likely that you’ve kissed once before in the past but hid your true feelings about it
but this time would be for real and a little more personal by cooking your favorite meal at his restaurant
it happened sooner than he would have liked, planning to try to get you to stay over with him after but couldn’t find a reason to complain about anything that transpired between you…
“okay, bon appetit!” he announces as he places your dish in front of you.
“wow, kojo,” you reacted, looking up from the extravagant meal. “did you really make this?”
“are you really going to keep calling me that?” he says, answering your question with a question.
“oh, don’t worry, i have plenty of other names for you where that came from,” you throw back as you place you napkin in your lap and begin to eat.
“are any of them ‘super handsome best chef and skater in the world?’ he asks playfully.
“if that translates to ‘obnoxious, stupid tan and muscular with one brain cell’ then yes.”
“ouch,” he reacts, feigning dramatics as he places a hand over his chest. “well, i just wanted to say that you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”
“thanks, i have a date after this,” you joke.
he smiles. “very funny. but i have to admit that i was happy to hear that you finally broke up with that other jerk.”
“were you?”
he nods in confirmation. “i’ve been looking forward to it for a while now. it’s just been so long since we’ve...hung out.”
it was your turn to make a confession. “i was actually surprised when you asked me out.”
“were you?” he asks, mimicking your words from earlier. “why is that?”
“i don’t know. i just thought that maybe you weren’t interested in doing anything like that with me,” you admitted.
“why would you think that? i’ve always liked you,” he confesses.
you look at him incredulously. “shut up.”
“what?”
“you are such a smooth talker.”
he chuckles. “maybe so, but it’s the truth.”
you let him talk for a few minutes while you enjoy your food.
“and so i told them, ‘why would you not put garlic in the pasta?’ you know? it’s, like, a staple spice-- oh, hang out. you’ve got something…”
he leans over to wipe some stray sauce off of your cheek and catches your eyes. you gaze at each other for a few moments, the tension pulling you in towards each other until your lips meet in a passionate kiss. it builds up and becomes heated pretty quickly, seemingly that both of you have been waiting for this for a long time.
at some point, you find the strength to pull away from him, giggling as he immediately pulls you back in for a few more quick kisses.
“wow, you were, uh, you were pretty eager, huh?” you remark.
“what, me? what about you? you were all over me,” he retorts with a smirk.
“whatever.”
“well, i really enjoyed it,” he admits, placing his hand over yours on the table.
“yeah?” you smile.
he nods, returning the smile. “and it would make me really happy to do it again with you, permanently.”
“are you sure you can handle that?” you verify, somewhat shocked at his commitment.
“no, but i’m a fast learner,” he replies.
“sounds good to me.”
you lean in for one more kiss, gentle and quick.
“also, you’ve still had sauce on your face this whole time--”
“kojiro!”
he laughs. “i’m so sorry. here, come here.”
he wipes the sauce off with the cloth napkin, actually removing it this time. “you still look beautiful, you know.”
“oh, save it. you probably planned that whole thing.”
“nope, that was just all luck, baby. if you didn’t know, i’m a pretty lucky guy.”
if there was one thing he knew he could do right, it’s make your face get warm and flustered.
cherry
being the sophisticated gentleman that he prides himself to be, he waits exactly 3-5 dates until presenting the idea of moving physical intimacy forward with a kiss
he’d probably take you to some exclusive cultural event like an art show or some sort of exhibition and he would pay for everything, of course
the first few dates of somewhat of a test for him, not only to see if you’re interested in him but also to see if you would be a good fit for him as far too many have seemed to take advantage of him or some would get jealous of Carla, stuff like that
you know it’s coming because he’s been more affectionate with you by holding your hand, placing an arm around you, just subtle little touches so it’s no surprise when he asks…
“may i have the honor of kissing you, my dear?”
you had wined and dined all night at an exclusive restaurant that also held dinner shows where he has been nothing less than the perfect company. he pays for everything and declines whenever you offer to help yet he never expects anything from you. no other guy that you had dated could beat him.
he was a true romantic.
“yes, please.”
he gives you a small smile before leaning in, one hand caressing the side of your face as his lips met yours, placing a few small kisses on them.
once he pulled away, you had a confession to make.
“this doesn’t feel real.”
“what ever are you talking about, darling?”
“it’s not a bad thing but i must admit that i never thought i’d be here and get to see all this and eat this kind of food less alone meeting you,” you explained.
he allows a small chuckle to escape past his lips. “i’d have to say i feel the same about you. and that is why you deserve nothing but the best, my love.”
you felt like crying. no matter how many times you were told to believe it, it all still felt so surreal. fortunately, you were lucky enough that it wasn’t.
“thank you, my little sakura.”
“you could stop using that nickname,” he remarked.
“c’mon. you know you like it,” you replied as you nudged him playfully.
“whatever you say, you little weirdo.”
“what happened to ‘you deserve nothing but the best?’
“i’m about to redact that statement,” he replies, half-joking. “but seriously, no need to thank me. it’s all my pleasure.”
all he needed was your love and he felt like he was set for life.
tadashi
you had kissed secretly at one time and it was hard to tell who initiated it due to the thick tension between you
afterward, it only made it worse between the two of you to try to ignore it despite his loyalty to his work life
he considered that you might destroy him but it might disturb him more to not have you in his arms and his lips on yours again
he asks if you can meet in private again and once you try to go in for the kiss, he stops you…
“listen,” he says, holding you back by your upper arms. “i don’t think i can do this.”
you shake your head. “wh-what do you mean, tadashi? do you not...want me?”
“please, let me explain,” he replies. “what’s happened between us….was a mistake and i am fully to blame for it. i don’t know what came over me and i apologize for putting you in any sort of unwanted situation.”
this was not sounding good to you as you hung your head in shame.
“however,” he continues, “even though it was a mistake, i cannot get you or that moment out of my mind.”
you lifted your head up to look at him, seeing a small grin on his face.
“you’re the only one that i want. i don’t want to hide what we have and make you feel like i’m ashamed of it. so if you’re willing, i’d like to see you regularly and openly.”
it was a strange way of putting that he wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with you but that was just tadashi for you.
“yes,” you nodded, smiling. “i’d like that.”
“great,” he replied. “i know a wonderful place where we can go and have some late night tea and desserts and get to know each other better after i’m done with mr. ainosuke for the night. that is, if you’d like.”
“that sounds perfect.”
“i’ll pick you up,” he confirms. “and until then,”
he leans in to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek before fully letting you go. he walks to the door of the tiny office turning back and giving you one last grin.
“i can’t wait.”

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can you do A!itzy reacing to O!reader nesting for the first time? i love your writing!! <3

An : oh no this is gonna be a fluff overload 🥺 and I'm glad you're enjoying it 🥰
I just realised that the last thing I posted was smut and were going from that to this in the space of one post 🤣🤣

A!Itzy's reaction to seeing S/O O!Reader nesting for the first time

Requested : ✔️
Reader : Gn
Tw : none (apart from the much floof)

Yeji
Yeji's so excited. Itzy actually finished recording early today so they were given the rest of the day off, which meant she could come and see you in person. Standing at your apartment door, she rings the doorbell. She gets no response. Even after a minute there doesn't seem to be anything. So she rings again. Nothing. Again. Slight shuffling round. This time she knocks, opens your letterbox and calls through, asking if you're in there.
Yeji's confused but she relaxes slightly when she hears movement the other side. Only slightly relaxing though because the movents are rushed, lazy and clearly you're stumbling about. A second later and you're opening the door to her. Her smile grows as she sees you somewhat dishevelled, sleepy and in the baggiest pajamas you could find. A hot mess for sure but an adorable hot mess. You smile back but you don't move to let her in.
"Can I come in?" Yeji quietly asks. "Emmm..." You look back around into your apartment to see blankets and pillows scattered everywhere in an organised formation with teddy bears and some clothes piled in too. "What are you doing in there?" Yeji jokingly asks, seeing your concerned look back. Nervous, you open the door slowly to let her in.
You close the door behind her as Yeji looks on at all the gathered comfort items. She smiles and spins round to face you. You who's looking down at the ground shy. "I can make you a hot chocolate if you want and you can snuggle up even more." Yeji offers. You bite your lip and consider it for a moment but decide against it. Grabbing her arms gently, you push her towards your nest. "See the giant pillow? Use that as a head rest and lie down in its place."
Yeji does a double take between you and the said pillow before a warm beaming smile takes over and she does as you asked. Snuggling up next to her, Yeji's heart is warmed by the fact you feel comfortable enough to nest with her.
Lia
[I'm making Yuna an omega for this scenario]
You're staying over tonight. The first night you're going to spend fully with Lia at her dorms. What surprised Lia was when you showed up with 2 different bags the size of small suitcases and a backpack for a one night stay. You sure had packed a lot. What made her shock worse was when, instead of spending the rest of the day with her, you spent it with Yuna. You forced Lia out of her own room and locked the door with only you and Yuna inside.
When you come out to find her in the living room, she's sulky. Understandably so, but you reassure her that you just needed Yuna's help to do something special and you wanted it to be a surprise for Lia. You told her it's finished now and you wanted to cover her eyes to walk her in. Lia's still a little sulky but she believes you and trusts you to gently walk her to her room blindfolded by your hands.
Removing your hands, Lia finds her bed completely transformed. The two large bags were filled with your blankets, pillows and other items you'd brought for this. This was the first time you'd nested anywhere outside your own home so you'd asked for Yuna's help. Helping you organise it neartly, helping you reach higher up places and even helping you find Lia's comfort items to include them for her.
Immediately, Lia's eyes water. Sulkiness completely forgotten as she swings round to engulf you in a hug.
Ryujin
'Why am I here?' Ryujin thinks to herself as she gets out of her car, tired. She was in bed on her phone, ready to fall asleep when you'd sent her texts saying you wanted her over. She had an interview booked tomorrow and it was on the afternoon but she'd still prefer to wake up in the dorms so it's easier to get ready. However, it's not like it's impossible to go to sleep in your apartment, get back to the dorms and to the interview on time so she goes with it.
She's knocking at your door at nearly 2am pretty much ready to fall asleep standing up. 'Why was she even so desperate to have me over?' Ryujin thinks as she waits the second it takes for you to open the door. It only takes a second because you were pacing back and fourth behind the door waiting for your girlfriends arrival.
Not saying anything, Ryujin feels you take her hand, pull her in and lock the front door behind her. Then, again without saying anything, you drag her through to your bedroom. She'd seen this room before but never with your nest fully set up in it.
"I tried to nest and sleep but it didn't feel complete without you here." You admit as you crawl inside. Ryujin smiles slightly. She's a big softie for you on the inside and loves the fact you want to nest with her, but she's too tired to react too much. She snuggles up in your nest with you and falls asleep within seconds.
Chaeryeong
This is comfortable. So damn comfortable. Cuddled up with Chaeryeong under her covers just talking as you both try drift off to sleep. Neither of you can sleep though. Chaeryeong can't because she's watching you. She can tell you can't sleep for some reason and she isn't tired till you're tired.
"What's wrong, Y/n?" She gently asks you and you pout, un-sure if you should admit to what you're thinking. "Ikindawannanestwithyou." You blur out all at once. Chaeryeong doesn't understand and asks you to repeat. You say it much quieter but much slower. "I kinda wanna nest with you."
Although it was quiet, your girlfriend heard you. She'd immediately get giggly shy, squabble and squeal about a bit then jump up out of bed. She wouldn't say anything else but would drag you up out of bed and round the room to find all the blankets and pillows possible.
Throwing them into your arms, still with a giant smile, she says "Tell me if you need anything." and sits down in a chair to watch you build a nest out of her bed.
Yuna
"Hey, Y/n?" Yuna calls out to you. It's the first time your girlfriend has come over your apartment and you'd showed her round the main rooms. When you'd finished showing her the kitchen, she called out for you. "....have you built a permanent nest here yet?" She asks you. You answer yes but you're nervous. Why does she want to know?
"Can you show me?" You look into her eyes full of hope as she bites her smiling lip, waiting for your response. 'She really wants to see this, huh?' Accepting, you lead her into your bedroom where, instead of a bed, you'd built a nest.
The second she sees it, Yuna jumps up and down, squeals and runs over to look closer. Immediately, your fear heightens. You spent ages setting all this up perfectly and you didn't want your bubbly girlfriend ruining it. However, Yuna just runs to glance closer while not actually touching anything, making sure not to disturb anything at all.
You crawl into your nest as she starts to ask questions like "How did you do this bit?" "Is that teddy your favourite?" and "Does that blanket have a story behind it?" Yuna's just interested in exactly why you chose to put what where. Asking every question with a loving smile on her face.

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The Military Dog Tag Dilemma
Relationship: Stucky x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff Summary: You just want to wear the military tags of both your men but Steve seems to run into some issues. A/N: I am also always a sucker for Stucky writing ok and this was my first personal attempt at it and i thought it came out well <3
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Bucky gave you his dog togs within weeks of establishing your relationship with him and Steve.
You loved to mindlessly play with them as the three of you cuddled up in bed, enjoying some pillow talk after, particularly long days. Steve spooning you from behind as you laid on Bucky’s chest, his arm thrown around you, running his fingers through Steve’s hair. Your fingers would fumble with the shiny tags, turning them over in your hand, watching the minimal moonlight hit them every now and then.
You didn’t know what it was about the tags that had you so captivated nearly every night. It felt so simple yet so intimate as you stared at your lover’s name and information engraved in them. While you weren’t exactly an expert on wartime, you knew the tags could serve as gifts to partners, assuring your heart to one another. The concept definitely drifted through your mind from time to time, but you never brought it up.
Bucky, however, seemed to be thinking the same thing. Wordlessly, one night, he slipped off the silver chain, tags clinking together musically, and slid them over your head. The coolness of them tickled your neck as the tags fell to the valley between your breasts.
You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was pounding as you ran your fingers around the necklace. Even Steve seemed a little shocked by the actions. But Bucky was fully pleased as evident by the cocky grin he wore watching you ogle at the gift. He had to admit — knowing you were walking around with his name dangling from your neck did something for him.
"Where are your tags, Steve?" You had asked after placing a loving, appreciative kiss on Bucky’s lips. Now that you obtained Bucky’s tags, it only seemed fitting you wore Steve’s as well.
Steve shifted. You looked up at him only to find him watching the wall across from the bed, seemingly lost in thought. "I-I’m not really sure, honey."
You let out a sad hum at the response. "Well, if you find them, let me know," you yawned, shuffling down in the bed to get comfier. "I’d like both of my men close to me all the time."
Since then, Steve had been on a mission to find dog tags. Going through archives, chain of custody notes, discarded boxes… Everything. There was just something about the entire thing that was driving Steve mad. He was honored you wanted to show off the claim your two lovers had on you but he was also deeply concerned about the fact that currently you only had Bucky’s to wear.
While Steve wouldn’t exactly call himself jealous in this situation, knowing you didn’t love him any less, the relationship was established the way it was and he felt you should still have something of his to truly show for it.
This led Steve on what felt like a manhunt for the "damn dog tags," as he kept referring to them when Bucky would check-in asking if all was okay. Nothing was really okay. He had looked high and low for them, going through every potential record in the database trying to at least confirm there was something to even look for.
He pounded his fist against the desk late one night. Steve had pushed you and Bucky to get some sleep, claiming he had some reports to look over before bed. You two had looked at him suspiciously but eventually agreed, planting loving kisses on his cheeks, and telling him not to stay up too late.
"I get cold without both of you there," you had mumbled with a sleepy yawn following. Your words almost made Steve give up for the night but then he caught a glimpse of the silver chain on your neck. Seeing you like that, using your tired, loving voice, he remembered what he was doing this for. It was you. It was all about you and your love for sentimental things.
He grudgingly agreed to be there in an hour and that seemed to please his two lovers. Except — it was way past an hour. The sky was close to daybreak when he hit the desk in frustration.
Pushing the folders away, Steve leaned back in the chair, sighing. Within seconds, footsteps came from the hall and Bucky appeared in the doorway, watching a frustrated Steve.
"Everything okay in here?" Bucky asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine," Steve nodded. "Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a bit."
But Bucky didn’t look the slightest bit convinced. He had a knowing look in his eyes which Steve tried to avoid by looking down at the now splintered desk.
"How are those reports going?"
Steve rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed groan. Deep down he knew he couldn’t hide anything from Bucky but still, worth a shot.
He pushed all the folders away this time, leaving them at the very edge of the desk. "I did have dog tags, right?"
"That’s still bothering you, huh?" Bucky crossed the threshold into the office and made his way to one of the chairs in front of Steve’s desk. He took one of the folders and sat directly across from Steve. Casually, he thumbed through it, waiting for his partner to start talking.
Steve didn’t really want to get into it again as he had probably hounded Bucky about it all last week but acting like it wasn’t bothering him was getting him nowhere — obviously.
"Yes," Steve sighed. "I just want her to have something from each of us. It’s- It’s hard watching our girl…"
Bucky frowned, "I’m sorry, Steve. I should’ve waited to give them to her."
"No, Buck," Steve leaned forward, reaching his hand out. Bucky took the signal and leaned, placing his own hand in Steve’s. "You wanted her to have them. That’s your call. I just feel disappointed I have nothing to give."
"Well…" Bucky hummed, tilting his head in thought. Steve’s eyes furrowed, trying to get his partner to spit out whatever he was thinking. "What if we ordered you new ones?"
"Can you do that?"
"I honestly don’t know," Bucky chuckled. "But I don’t understand half of what you can do these days, so, I’d imagine there’s a way to get dog tags made."
Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair, disconnecting their touch. It seemed reasonable and would do the job except for the fact— "But they wouldn’t be in combat or- or from the actual military."
Bucky just shook his head. With an annoyed scoff, he said, "Do you think that really matters to her?"
"I guess not…"
"Steve, honey, I promise. It’s about the presentation, the show of it. Our girl is just looking for something personal from you to keep close to her," Bucky assured him. "Plus, I think we can get it updated and personalized. Maybe even write something nice just for her on the back."
Steve had to admit, his heart was jumping happily at the idea. He really couldn’t argue with anything and agreed to the plan. The only issue was — they were a bit out of touch with ordering anything online. You had always been the one to assure online packages and food deliveries arrived but now they had to take you out of the equation. While excited to surprise you, they were slightly unsure about ordering and had to enlist the help of the team who all turned out to be more than happy to assist once they explained their idea.
A few weeks later, you were laying in your shared bed, back against the headboard, body cozied up under the duvet. You were engrossed in a cheesy romance novel, waiting for Steve and Bucky to join you for the night. Eventually, the two came in, but they were still in their work attire.
You frowned at their appearance. "Aren’t you guys coming to bed?"
As you asked your question, you couldn’t help but note their unusual stance. The two men were side-by-side, standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at you. Bucky had his hands in his pockets while Steve appeared to be hiding something behind his back. You eyed them suspiciously.
"We will in a bit, doll," Bucky said. You watched him as he came around to the side of the bed. He sat down and leaned against the headboard, shifting right next to you, sneakily taking the book out of your grip. "But first, Steve has something for you."
"For- For me?" You asked, whipping your head around to face Steve. He had a bit of nervousness to him as he nodded, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge.
Silently, he handed you a small box. You eagerly accepted the item, turning it over and over in your hands. Giving it a light shake, the box made a jangling noise. "What is it?" You asked, wide-eyed looking between the two men.
Steve and Bucky both let out soft chuckles at your excitement. "You have to open it to find out," Steve said. He still had an air of anxiousness, running his hands up and down his jean-covered thighs, fidgeting.
To put your poor boyfriend out of his misery, you opened the box. At first, all you noticed was something slim and shiny. Eyes furrowed in confusion, you pulled out what appeared to be a chain. You could feel a slight heaviness to it — and then you saw it. Your jaw dropped as you tossed the box next to you. In your hands was another set of dog tags nearly identical to the ones you already had adorned on your neck — only this pair were inscribed with the name Steven Grant Rogers.
"Steve-," you gasped, staring at the tags laying in the palm of your hands. You were at a loss for words as you read the tag.
"Are- Are they okay?" Steve asked, his nervous hand came up to rest on your thigh, pulling your attention back to him.
"Are you kidding me?" You let out a breathy laugh. "They’re wonderful, honey, thank you so much."
"You’re sure?" He asked again. Bucky gave him a pointed look for his ridiculousness but that didn’t stop Steve from rambling. "I-I couldn’t find mine so, I got a new pair made. I know they’re maybe not as authentic or something but I still wanted-,"
"You had these made?" You cut in. "For me?"
Steve nodded, "You had Bucky’s, so, it was only fair you had something of mine, too."
You couldn’t hold your emotions back at his word. Tears began forming as you looked at your soft, loving partner. You let out little sniffles as you turned back to the tags, still soaking in their meaning. Bucky placed a light touch on your arm as Steve scooted closer, probably suddenly scared by your tears.
"They’re perfect, honey," you whispered as you looked back at him and leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss on Steve’s lips. He eagerly accepted, practically sighing from relief under your touch. "They’re going to go perfect with the tags from my other man." You mumbled and turned to now give Bucky a kiss, who felt very pleased to get a turn to lock lips with you.
Facing Steve again, you handed him the chain. He looked down at it, confused.
"Well, soldier, are you going to put them on me?"
Both of the men chuckled at your actions but Steve happily slid the silver chain over your neck, watching as the tags fell to your chest. Once they landed, they clang nicely with Bucky’s. It sounded like music to your ears.
"I love you both so much," you said, your hand mindlessly running over the pair of tags. "Thank you."
"We love you too, doll," Bucky said. Steve nodded in agreement.
Smiling, you gave them both quick pecks and said, "Now, are you guys coming to bed?"
Bucky scoffed, "How could we ever deny you?"
You giggled. "I don’t think you can seeing as last time I checked I was a special girl."
At your words, both their gazes dropped once again to the tags hanging between your breasts, seeming so at place there.
"You sure are, honey," Steve mumbled, placing a kiss on your cheek.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Let’s Fall in Love for the Night
- Wilbur Soot x fem!reader
- warnings: just a mention of being tired and mention of kids
- summary: snippets of your and Wilbur’s relationship
- a/n: written for lovely @basilly’s and @losingvienna 's 1k/600 writing challenge! go check it out!
- (flashbacks in italic)
Wilbur played his guitar, fingers softly pulling the strings as he hummed along. You sat next to him, a blanked draped over your legs. You sleepily watched your boyfriend, your eyes looking like the exact definition of heart-eyes. You loved him more than anything. He turned to look at you, his previously concentrated features softening, and a smile finding its way onto his lips.
“whatcha lookin’ at, love?” he asked, pretending as if he didn’t already know.
“that wall is very interesting-“ your sentence was cut off by Wilbur tackling you on the couch. He propped himself on his elbows, trapping you under him.
“how about now?” he asked, his smile growing wider. Gosh, he loved you so much.
“I think I’m looking at a handsome young man.” You said playfully, pecking his lips. He laughed and pulled you into another kiss.
-
“Do you think she’ll say yes?” Tommy smiled to himself. How couldn’t Wilbur see that if he asked, you’d come to the end of the world with him?
“She’ll definitely say no.” Tommy answered his friend’s question in a sarcastic tone.
“Tommy! I’m being serious here!” Tommy could picture Wilbur’s expression. His voice softened.
“Of course she will. She loves you, mate.”
-
The clock showed 3 am. You tossed and turned in your bed, but just as in the past few hours, couldn’t fall asleep. You were getting exhausted at this point, but with a buzz of your phone you gave up on trying to fall asleep an reached for it. The notification was a message from Wilbur.
‘hey. are you asleep?’
‘nope. why?’ you texted back, and his reply came almost instantly.
‘i’ll pick you up in twenty five ;)’ you grinned to yourself, wondering what he had in mind.
Half an hour later, you were in his car, one of his hands on your mid-thigh and the other on the steering wheel, driving somewhere.
“So… what do you have in mind?” you asked, fiddling with his hand that was on your thigh. He smiled mysteriously.
“You’ll see, my love.” You leaned back in your seat, smiling.
Wilbur drove for about 20 minutes, neither of you breaking the sleepy, comfortable silence. Finally Wilbur stopped the car a little bit out of town. There was a small area, more specifically a flower field. The moonlight was bright, letting you see the beauty in front of you.
“Do you like it?” Wilbur spoke behind you. There was a blanket in his hands.
“So, how about stargazing?”
-
Wilbur tried to tame his wildly beating heart. He checked his appearance one last time before seeing you come towards his car. You were wearing a white sundress, as Wilbur told you to wear something suitable for the beach. He nervously gulped. You looked like a goddess. He exited his car and went up to you, leading you to the vehicle and opening the door for you, not before giving a few compliments.
The ride to the beach wasn’t long. Wilbur parked his car and opened the door for you. the place looked similar... and then you remembered. Here, on this beach, Wilbur had opened up about his feelings and had asked you to become his girlfriend. You remembered how nervous he was, and it made you smile.
Wilbur led you to the exact spot where you’d sat so many years ago.
“Decided to remember the good ole times?” you joked as if you were 80 years old. Wilbur laughed.
“Maybe.” a few minutes passed by, with you chatting and laughing at funny memories.
“y/n... do you remember how I asked you to be my girlfriend here?” you smiled.
“It’s hard to forget.” Wilbur seemed to collect his thoughts for a while before pulling out a ring.
“Today, I decided to do it again. But this time I’ll ask if you want to marry me.” he said and your cheeks flushed. You couldn’t imagine a better proposal.
“And I will say yes!” you weren’t able to contain your excitement and happiness. You kissed him, once again reminding him how lucky he was.
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Wilbur’s head was in your lap, your fingers playing with his hair. On TV was a random Disney movie you’d picked out for that movie night. You and Wilbur were having quite a lot of fun singing along with all the songs. Just as another song was ending you noticed Wilbur wasn’t singing. You looked down at him, he seemed to be deep in his thoughts. You gently poked his cheek.
“What are you thinking ‘bout, baby?” he sighed, turning his head to you.
“The future.” You slightly furrowed your brows in confusion.
“The future?”
“Yep. I- you know, I’d love to have a future with you.” He blushed, and your heart swelled.
“I’d future with you too. Imagine, if we have little y/ns and Wilburs running around.” You said laughing. Wilbur looked at you. You were so sincere, if he could, he’d marry you on the spot. He gently cupped your face and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss. You both wanted to grow old together.
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“And you, y/n y/l/n, do you take Wilbur Soot as your husband?”
“Yes. I do.” You said, your eyes watering. Wilbur was looking at you, and at that moment nothing mattered other than your love for each other.
“you may now kiss.” You and Wilbur both leaned in at the same time, but maybe that wasn’t the best idea, because your noses harshly bumped into each other. You both started laughing, all while holding your aching noses.
- “What time should I pick you up, love?” Wilbur’s voice rand through the phone, his British accent never failing to make you blush.
“Hmm... like in 20 minutes or so, if that’s okay?” you were very tired after work and couldn’t wait to see Wilbur. You’d missed him.
~20 minutes later~
You opened the car door, tossing your bag inside before getting in.
“Hello,” Wilbur said, giving you a peck on the cheek. “How was your day?” he asked, starting the car.
"It was good, but I'm so tired... I feel like I could sleep for a decade," you said with a chuckle. "But anyways, how was yours?"
You made small talk, but the conversation soon died down due to both of you being tired. You were home in 15 minutes, thanks to the traffic not being very bad.
"y/n, love? We're home." Wilbur said, taking the key out of ignition. When you didn't respond, he turned to look at you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you peacefully sleeping, your cheek leaned against the window.
He got out of the car and got both of yours' bags, trying to be as quiet as possible. He then carefully opened your door and picked you up bridal style, while you still sleeping. He carried you to your shared apartment where he gently laid you on the couch. Just as he was about to go and change, you loosely held his wrist.
"Please stay." you whispered, still half awake. Wilbur smiled before laying next to you on the couch and wrapping his arms around you. You nuzzled into his chest.
"I love you." your voice came out slightly muffled. Wilbur affectionately stroked your hair.
"I love you too." and with that you drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
-
"He's so- so tiny!" Wilbur exclaimed, carefully rocking your newborn in his arms.
"Will, he's a baby. He's supposed to be tiny." you chuckled, looking at your two favourite people in the world.
"He's so cute. Look at his eyes, his nose, his chee-" he stopped mid-sentence. You worriedly looked at him, but your gaze softened and became one of amusement once you saw the reason.
Tommy, as you and Wilbur decided to name him, had grasped one of Wilbur's fingers with his small hand. Wilbur looked like he could explode any time.
"y/n, can we have another one?"
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I'm really sleepy!! It was a good day but it was a lot. I am excited about having a shorter day tomorrow.
I slept okay. But waking up was really hard. I vaguely remember James saying goodbye to me so I could sleep an extra hour. When I woke up I found that half the stuffing had come out of James's pillow?? Cotton everywhere. So weird.
I fixed that pillow and made the bed and went to get dressed. I felt really pretty today. Felt nice. I grabbed a snack and my bags and headed out.
I stopped for breakfast. And went over to the museum. And it was going to be a full day. I had my hash brown in the car and then went inside. I was excited to see my James.
After seeing James I headed to the back. And got to work making my chases for the day. I had two canneries today. A regular and a small. And I was looking forward to it. Love a cannery.
I was also training Denise and Meril today. So I would check in with them. But then I saw Estelle was there and had to stop to give her a hug. She also brought us candy and cookies because she's the best.
We had a lot of tours today. 6 at s time. So I took it upon myself to write out everything and I only messed up a little!! But it was good. And fun to be yelling with my friends trying to find the best way to make the tours work out.
We were all nervous about the groups being late but it ended up find. The schools had broken up the kids but they got overly excited and started taking them to the rooms without waiting for us and so Mike was afraid we had 44 kids in our cannery but it ended up being fine with 33.
Michael was back after a few weeks away so I was checking on him while also getting my stuff set. And for real they were such wonderful kids. They played along. They were funny. They did such a good job.
The only real issue we had was someone had flipped the switch in the circuit breaker and so the TV wouldn't turn on for the video and we didn't figure it out until at the end of the day. But it was fine. Estelle was able to handle it and it was all fine in the end. She just vamped and talked to them and I was able to take them to the store and it was all good.
Next was a tour. Denise came along and the little group I had was so nice. We did have some issues with the tours running into each other but we made it work. And the kids seemed super engaged and the one chaperone mom was making the best faces and told me how much she enjoyed the tour after. Felt really good.
I had a little break until my small cannery with Jack. Jim and Meril would join us to get some training. And poor Jack was struggling a bit. Throat real dry. And it was a small group of teenagers so it was sort of an easy go but we still had a lot of fun. They were an excellent group and I had fun. And it was fun showing everything to Meril. She's super fun to talk to.
Once we were done and everything was reset me and her went up to the office to clean oysters. And just talk. About our husbands. About museums and coworkers and nonsense. I hope we become friends cause she's very fun.
James would come back and ask if we were about ready to go. And so we flipped the lights and I went to wait at the desk while they finished the paperwork for the day.
Paula checked in with me about running a credit card machine this weekend. So that's perfect. Nice to know what I'll be doing. And then me and James went home.
I was really tried. So James drove us back. We brought my sewing machine in from this weekend. Kept forgetting. And when we got upstairs I got frustrated when I couldn't find the sweatpants I wanted. And tore up our PJ drawer looking for them. No luck. So I just went and took a shower and washed my hair and felt a little better. I had felt kind of horse today. No idea why.
But it made me feel better. I would hang on the couch after I got dressed and put things away. James made me dinner with broccoli and veggie chicken patties and stuffing. And it was a great dinner. I did some knitting. And eventually I went to the studio to keep working on my resin tests. I think I have a better handle on them today. Yesterday's are not great but that's fine. We keep trying.
I would do 4 runs of casting tonight. And cleaning them up. It was fun. And felt nice to really have something to work on. I also did another sticker design. James is going to order the stickers soon. I'm not positive which ones they will pick from what I've made so far. But it's been really fun making options.
I have been chilling in bed with Sweetp for a while now. But I am really really ready to sleep. I am going to go do my skincare and brush my teeth and then it is bed time.
I am happy I have a shorter day tomorrow with a later start. I am going to sleep an extra hour and then after I hope to go to the thrift store. I hope it's a really nice day.
Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourself!!
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Dabi x Reader (BNHA)
word count: 5.1k
TW: 18+, smut, dub/noncon, drug use/abuse, corruption, virginity, (mild) blood
A/N: I am 12 days late for Sunny’s birthday, but my heart beats for one person and one person only— the light of my life, my wife @blahkugo, who wrote me two (2!!) Shig fics for my bday Charity & Sludge, that I reread on the daily like the morning news. Cheeky shoutout to @thisisthehardestthing for writing one iconic sentence in here that I would have framed if I could.
flushed
/fləSHt/
(of a person's skin) red and hot, typically as the result of illness or strong emotion.
cleanse (something) by causing large quantities of water to pass through it.
Dabi doesn’t prowl for prey, he’s not on the lookout for fowl to take home for dinner. No, they come to him. It’s easy, always so obvious, he plucks them out like chicken in a hen house, ripe for breeding.
It wasn’t hard to spot a desperate girl burning out, Hell, the campus’ full of them. But you had something more, something fun, something that made his lips quirk up and his dick twitch— you were uncorrupted.
He can just tell, despite the airs you try to give, the aura of a virgin’s akin to an omega in heat to a starving alpha. Sweet, honeysuckle, the tiny flinches when a man gets too close, the breathy lilt in your voice when they propose something too risque; he inhales it all, commits it all to memory like you were desperately trying to do as you chewed on the tip of your pen and scratched out lines on the book in front of you.
He didn’t need to push, you were already teetering the line, but he did it anyways— because it was fun.
It was elating to watch you stumble into class the next day, eyes dark with sleepless anxiety, misery painted into every crevice of your features while your notes were tucked neatly into the drawer in his room. Really, you shouldn’t have left them so open on the lecture hall table, it’s like inviting a robber home and cooking him a three course meal.
Finals season marked the end of your social life, and the beginning of Dabi’s career. It was almost boring, the repetitive nature of his job; too easy, too simple, a mockery of the entitled bookworms who look down on scummy repeaters like him. But the entitlement is what fuels him, over-achievers fearing for two simple digits on a crumpled sheet of paper as if it’s worse than death itself.
He thrives off of their stubbornness to accept anything below perfect; the hilarity of it all, the irony that their insurance to achieve higher standards than that of a scum like him only fuels his lifestyle, bringing him deeper down the depths of degeneracy.
He sat behind you closer than usual, spoke a lil louder than usual, dropped in the most nonchalant comment about a study drug kids are crazing over these days. He watched as you flinched, hands stopped moving to listen in to the spiel he was spewing, the fishing hook he was dangling in front of you.
A magic pill, one that’ll help you concentrate, kill any sleepiness, get you buzzed for hours on end— best of all, it’s totally legal, he gets it from a pharmacist, scout’s honour.
That’s what he told you when you turned around to him at the end of class, whispering in hushed fear, nerves bouncing off your skin in goosebumps on your exposed arms.
Why he’s selling it? Because he needs some extra cash, he said. He knew you didn’t believe him, but he knew you were desperate enough not to care.
When you met him in the dead of night at the empty carpark of his building, he knew he’s got you; hook, line, and sinker. No self-respecting girl would meet bottom-barrel trash like him in a deserted location at half three in the morning, no, you were untainted, but you weren’t pure.
He didn’t need to know it worked, doesn’t matter what your test results reflected, all that mattered was that you came back to him a few weeks later, met him at the same dingy carpark, hands trembling slightly less this time.
He pretended to scold you, reveled in the way your lips curled into a soft pout, and warned you that tolerance builds fast. Do it in moderation, he had said— he’s the world’s biggest hypocrite.
You came to him only a week later this time, and Dabi had pretended to be shocked. He wasn’t, he gave you a lower dosage the last time, there was no way you’d have been satisfied. Microdosing leads the unsuspecting to addiction, the one fact he learned from school. He lectured you, asked you if you’d built up tolerance too fast, if you wanted to try something different?
He watched as your eyes lit up, pupils dilating in excitement at the promise of something different, something better. It really was too easy. You were too easy.
That night he invited himself over to yours, said he’d wanted to make sure you didn’t have any side effects. It was new, after all, and it was stronger. He’d sit there and be quiet, he promised; it was all out of the kindness of his own heart.
It was almost embarrassing how eagerly you’d lie to yourself in hopes of a better grade.
Dabi wasn’t gonna do anything to you that night, trust takes time to build up after all. Besides, it’s no fun to pounce on the prey before they started running. You studied the nonsensical scribbling on annotated novels, he studied your tiny movements, twitches, nervous habits; etched them into his brain for future use.
A too-long breath, a gasp, a clench of the fist signaled your come-up. He timed it, approximately thirty-five minutes for the initial peak, then smaller spikes at half hour intervals, totaling in four hours before you came down. Impressive, still, considering he’d given you the same dosage as the first time.
He stuck to his words, staying quiet only until prompted, offered you water every once in a while, really, he deserved an Oscar for playing the best supporting dealer. It only took two more sessions before your tolerance peaked again, calculated and timed to perfection right before the next assignment.
The beauty of seeking out an English major was that they’re always searching, reaching into the void for any type of inspiration to translate into eloquently formed words. The beauty of seeking out you, was that you were already in too deep, hooked by the lil pills and plunged into the bottom of the ocean.
Your grades rose while your inhibitions sank, a dramatic irony, isn’t that what they called it?
It’s cute, really, he only had to give you a nudge this time. Asked you how your assignment was going, played the sympathetic friend, and offered you something completely new, completely different. ‘Have you ever tried 2CB?’
Silly question, rhetorical, almost; of course you hadn’t. Innocent sweet girl like you never would’ve even touched weed, much less a hallucinogen. But he poses it to you in an eager tone like he’s genuinely waiting on an answer, like this isn’t just one big game to him. He laughed when you said no, asked him what it was— do you want him to show you?
You trust him, don’t you? He’s helped you through your exams, supported you through your assignments, honestly, he deserved a pat on the back. Don’t tell him you didn’t trust him, come on now, that’d break his heart.
He didn’t expect you to put up a fight, but you gave in almost too easily, guess those lil pills really did migrate and nest in your bloodstream.
The safety of your own dorm room was always granted to you, a faux-sense of security to veil you in, shield you from the true depth of depravity you’ve sunken to. He held you underwater in a net, ensuring you that he’d pull you up whenever— ‘just say the word.’
The net had long been cut, he’d admired the way you’d comforted down there, paddling aimlessly in hopeful conviction.
It’s become routine, almost. Dabi lets himself in easily, settles into the couch across your desk, pulls out a baggy and passes it to you. “A psychedelic,” he explains, “you’ll see colours you’d never seen, find beauty in everything, an artist’s best friend,” if he does say so himself.
He watches you pop the lil pill in your mouth, follow the stream of water pour down your throat, traveling the rips and divots of your tongue, before it drops down your throat into your bloodstream with a bob of your larynx. You’re so pliant, so obedient, he reminds himself to thank your parents for grooming such a cute lil doll.
You let out a loud gasp an hour and a half later, and he watches your fingers curl into themselves; and for the first time he speaks unprompted.
“You good?” It’s almost genuine; the curiosity, at least. He wants to know how articulate you are, needs to know how deeply submerged your consciousness has become.
He watches as you meet his gaze, little tongue dashing out to wet your lips, and nods once, twice, slowly. You shake your head almost immediately after, croaking out an, “I feel ill,” before pushing meekly at your desk to stand your body up. Cute, weak.
Just how he likes them.
He reaches an arm out to you, pulling you into his chest easily and nests your head into the crook of his neck. “Nauseous, aren’t you?” You nod, and he smirks. “Don’t worry princess, it’s just a rough come-up. I’ll make you feel better, I promise.”
It’s almost believable, how sickly sweet he sounds. Too many sitcoms accumulated in recycled dialogues to woo girls in any situation; mix and match, simple yet effective.
He can feel the restless rise and fall of your chest pressing against his, short quick pants as if gasping for air, a small hand scraping at his arm; yeah, you’re definitely coming up.
He picks you up and nestles you into your own couch, so easily as if handling a ragdoll, then walks to the kitchen and pours you some water. The perfect friend, the perfect support, the perfect dealer. You’re so vulnerable, so exposed, you don’t even know it; it makes his brain fog over with carnal desire to pounce— but he doesn’t. Not yet.
He lays back on the couch with you, arm snaking around your shoulder to coax you into a subdued euphoria. All the words he’s garnered throughout the years of fishing for his next meal come bubbling out so naturally in practiced scripts, “It’s okay princess, it’s a stronger pill. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” He’s promising a whole lot, tonight.
“Hey,” he tips your face to meet his with all the tenderness of a lion stalking its prey, “I’m here, right? You trust me, don’t you? I’ve never let you down. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
It’s hard to force down the gagging noise on cue with his disgustingly fake, rom-com lines, but the way he can feel your body loosen, relax, and mold into his tells him he’s close. So close.
This is the best part, this is what he’s good at; the last stretch of patience while stalking his prey, with footsteps so light, treading so carefully, until the air slows down around him and he can taste your scent wafting through the air.
It happens in an instant, a whole-body jolt as you tense up, euphoria announced with a sharp gasp. The smile that crawls up his face is nothing short of sinister, predatory, but he knows you don’t notice. You can’t. Your eyes are strewn shut, basking in the high, and he takes the moment to swallow the pill he’s held under his tongue.
It’s no fun to tripsit, he doesn’t get anything out of that, and Dabi doesn’t do things for free. He feels your head fall back onto his shoulder, short breaths warming a ripple of goosebumps up his neck, and watches as you push your heavy lids open to gaze at the ceiling.
He can feel your giggles reverberating through his chest before he hears them, innocent, pure, unsuspecting. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, because virtuous girls like you like to be treasured, made to feel special, safe— he can make you feel safe; no one’s told him not to play with his food before he eats it.
He watches as you flutter your eyelids at him, sigh into his touch, really, you’re the textbook prototype, he doesn’t even need to adjust his tactics. “You feelin’ good?” A hot breath into your ear, and he revels in the way your lips pout to let out a soft sigh.
Funny how differently you react when you’re high out of your mind, maybe it’s the drug, or maybe it’s just Dabi? You’ve always wanted a bad boy like him, didn’t you? Good girls like bad guys; it’s textbook cliché, and you’re the blueprint.
He doesn’t wait on an answer, he knows it: you’re feeling good, great— divine. He’ll be right there with you soon, he promises.
“Tell me what you see, princess,” Dabi’s not listening when a cascade of nonsensical descriptions come bubbling out, he doesn’t care. It’s all to get you to keep talking, shift your attention elsewhere while his hand slithers down your arm to play with the hem of your shirt.
At the first brush of his finger on the bare skin of your waist, he feels you purr into him, eyes rolling back in bliss. It’s his cue to give you more, invitation for him to snake his other hand up your naked thigh and knead the flesh gently.
Gentle does it, he’ll bring you higher as you go.
He ghosts a breath just under your ear, nipping at your lobe, and admires the full body shiver tumbling through. Moans, loud and needy, come panting out past your lips and echoes off the walls before bouncing back to him. He lets you symphonize short breaths and whiney pleas with each lick and suck traveling down your neck, painting blooms of purple and red as his hand travels dangerously high.
A firm grip is all the warning he gives you before he tucks his fingers into the crease of your thigh, laughing almost at how obediently you spread your legs. What happened to that pure, innocent girl? Guess under all that laid a dirty whore, just like the rest of ‘em.
It was slick, so wet, pussy dripping past the delicate lace and drooling over his fingers. Lace, befitting of a slut who lured him in with the fake charms of a virgin. He slides a finger down your slit, gathering up all the juices before presenting it to you.
“What do you see?” He holds up his finger, slick dripping down like syrup, and watches your pupils dilate in effort to focus. He can see the way your lips part, string of saliva connecting the two soft molds, before gasping out, “melting ice cream.”
“Want a taste?”
You clamp over his finger before he even asks you to, sucks on the digit like it’s a melting ice lolly, before your eyes shoot open and mouth twists in disgust. Of course it doesn’t taste nice, normal food isn’t even edible when you’re rolling like this. You’re sticking your tongue out, in an attempt to air out the taste, or maybe you’re just a dumb dog, a dumb bitch, he’s not sure. He doesn’t really care.
The same hand, now slick with saliva, grips your chin and crashes your lips into his. His tongue finds yours first, tip licking up the crevice of yours lolling out, and he sucks it into his mouth like it’s a crime for it to be kissing the air.
There’s no modesty, no gentleness, his tongue pries your lips open, and he feels the weakest form of resistance before he’s thrusting the muscle down your throat. He lapping over the back of your teeth, traces over each bump and rugae on the gummy sides, and snickers at your shit attempt to kiss him back with your slack mouth drooling out the corners.
He feels a pawing at his arm— your hand meekly grabbing at the sleeve of his shirt to bring him in closer, press his chest into your soft tits, crowd him into you more, more, more.
It’s cute; it’s stupidly desperate.
He gets it though, it’s no worries. Human nature is all it is; the desire to climb higher and higher— he wonders if he can get one out of you before the pill hits him.
There’s no gentleness in the way his hand slots between your legs and cups your dripping cunt this time. He wishes he has more time to admire the way your legs quiver and twitch with every firm pat against your clit, but he’s on a time crunch. There’s so much time to spare, he can play with it all he wants later.
He can feel your needy moan vibrate through his lips and reverberate straight into his brain, sloppy mouths working simultaneously together and against each other as he rips your panties and shorts off in one go. Any self respecting girl would shut their legs in shame, in embarrassment, any attempt to protect their dignity, but you don’t. He doesn’t let you, anyways.
A hand moves under your shirt to roughly grip at your tits in the same breath he sinks a finger into your sopping hole. Inhale; squeeze, thrust, exhale— you moan. It’s tight, as tight as a virgin pussy should be, but not too tight that it fights against the foreign digit ramming into it at a relentless pace too rough and quick to befit an unexplored hole.
He can feel the pulsing around him, gummy walls milking his finger for all its worth, and he digs his palm into your swollen bud; it’s all he needed for you to come undone. You don’t squeal, you don’t scream, the 2CB in your system rendering you incapable of anything except long breathy sobs of his name.
His finger pops out with a wet squelch, and he brings it to his mouth to taste it; tarty, thick— he’s still sober. You’re blubbering out drivel about the stars you saw, the colours swirling around at the peak of your euphoria, you think you saw God— is Dabi God?
Dabi had to laugh, pat you on the head with his hand covered in syrupy slick, watch it leak and clump your strands of hair. He picks you up with your shorts and panties drenched through dangling at your ankles, and walks you to your bed.
You don’t notice, still basking in the afterglow; he knows this. Not that you’d push him off, tell him to stop. Not in your state anyways. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.
He drops you once the bed’s in frame at the same time he feels his pulse rise, heart palpitate, and a wave of nausea threatens to bubble over. It doesn’t; he doesn’t let it. An experienced veteran would never. It’s a welcomed sensation, one he’s all too familiar with, and he gives himself a brief minute to breathe it in, savour it, before glancing back down at your limp body on the bed.
Is it your body? He can trace your silhouette from the dip of your waist, the full of your hips, something glistening, gleaming in the light— your pretty little virgin cunt. His eyes roll back at the next inhale before he finds himself landing on the bed on top of you, forearms digging into the soft mattress of your bed.
He hears your voice singing into his brain, soft lulls of his name stringing out in DabiDabiDabi— the desperation and need shooting straight to his cock, he doesn’t even need to look down at your soft pliant body, welcoming him, inviting him in.
“Feels good, yeah?” His voice comes out rougher than usual, low and strained, and laughs at how eagerly you nod, watches your chin catch the air and paint strokes of colour following the route it takes, “Who makes you feel this good?”
He knows, he knows because it’s all you’ve been able to say the past while, the only word on your mind that you can even blubber out—
“You, Dabi,” your pants grow heavier; his pants grow tighter, “it’s you Dabi, please—“
A hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, your soft, uncalloused, hand, and he grips it by the wrist before bringing it up to his face. He traces every line that curves and meets on your palm with his tongue, letting it be covered entirely with drool before wrenching it down under his joggers and into his boxers to cup his aching erection.
His hips rut into your palm almost immediately as a knee-jerk reaction, every hump into your tiny hand has him panting into your face, sweat beading at his temples. His tongue drops down to lick at your lips, asking for entrance, begging for access. Your lips might’ve parted just a fraction, maybe just to let out a breathe, but Dabi takes it as permission to thrust his tongue in and prod at your dormant one.
He can feel you gag at the sudden intrusion, throat convulsing to push back the unfamiliar slimy muscle, and he briefly considers yanking your hand out and shoving his cock down that pretty little mouth of yours.
But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t have the patience. He needs it urgently, needs your tight virgin cunny stretching and agonizing over his overbearing size, needs to feel the flutter of the gummy walls with each thrust; he needs it bad, he needs it now—
Your hand is wrenched away as he yanks both waistbands down to his thighs. He looks at you, eyes blurring through kaleidoscopic vision, and makes out your disoriented gaze staring back at him. Disoriented with toxins, disoriented with need, lust, desperation— a hand reaches behind Dabi’s neck and pulls him back down to crash bruised lips together.
It’s all the invitation he needs, not that he needs it, no, what he needs is to sink his painfully hard cock into that sweet, sweet cunt of yours. There’s a faint squealing coming from underneath him, and he thinks he can feel nails digging crescents into his nape, but all he can feel is your warm, wet walls clenching around him.
There was no need to prepare you for any longer, there’s no point if he doesn’t stretch your virgin pussy out with his own cock; it’s wasted on fingers, his fingers don’t deserve to feel the way you walls quiver and contract around it. The pitched cries stop eventually as he feels your body go pliant and soft, and he has half a mind to realize you’re probably starting to come down soon.
He doesn’t wanna deal with that, you won’t be sober for another few hours, but you’ve peaked already, and not with him; that’s not fair, that’s no fun. His cock stills inside you with half still unsheathed and he reaches down into his pocket to take out a baggy of powder. There’s a spoon in, thank fuck, and he feeds a small bump right up to your nose.
“Inhale,” he slots it right up your nostril, “it’ll make you feel good, didn’t you feel good?” Your head lowers to nod, bumps the edge of the spoon right into the cartilage of your nose, and inhale. Good girl.
The baggy is tossed haphazardly before he’s working his dick into you again, cockhead pushing through the doughy walls in search of that pocket at the end of your pussy.
You don’t struggle anymore, instead clinging onto his shoulders and carving half-moons into the flesh. It hurts a lil, and Dabi doesn’t like it when it hurts, not when he’s the one hurting.
He snatches your hands off him and pushes them above your head, into the plush forgiving mattress. His teeth are back on your neck, biting over the ripples of purple and green and red and blue, reveling in your cries and moans that come out in symphonies.
It feels good, great— divine, it’s what he deserves for bringing you to Nirvana. He’s basically your muse, after all, how can you truly describe rapture without experiencing it first?
He can hear your moans ringing out from underneath, can see them traveling in the air in hues of reds and pinks and reds and reds— there’s red on your bedsheets, of course there is. He forgot that’s what comes with a virgin cunt; blood, mixing with the translucent coating his cock, dripping down and painting the crisp white sheet red, drifting into the air and congesting the whole room with red.
He inhales the colour, sucks it into his lungs, and uses it to fuel the pistoning of his hips. Your breaths turn to pants, turns to sobs of his name leaving your lips again, and he thinks you look good, so good, taking his cock like this. You should thank him for bringing you to your second orgasm.
Just look at you, crazy isn’t it? Crazy what a lil pill can do. But he’s got something better, something so much better, something that’ll bring you to a new dimension. You want that, don’t you? C’mon don’t be shy, Dabi will bring you right there, don’t you worry.
There’s still the faint cries from your orgasm when he flips you over and pushes your face into the untainted sheets. He watches as your hands sprawl up to grip and grasp at something, anything, and his hands ease up on the hold on your skull for a second to let you wheeze and greedily gasp for air.
He flickers a trail of blue down your back, watches the flames dance and rage in a mirage, every bouquet indented by the ligament of each tender rib, and there’s a faint scream. The pitch rises with the flames, taunting it to go higher, faster, paint murals in every swell of your back until he can’t see anything except ash coal char.
Dabi blinks, squints his eyes as he throws his head back to focus on the paint chipping on the ceiling. It cracks and crinkles, shying away from his pointed glare, before he sucks in a deep breath and looks back down at you.
There’s no ash, no char, only warm tanned flesh, pressed flush against the pristine white sheets underneath. It burns against the pads of his long fingers splayed out across your back, and he winces in annoyance at the irony.
You don’t seem to notice his pause, too fucked out or fucked up to register what’s going around you probably. A mixture of both; Dabi can’t really remember what he’s given you or how long he’s been there.
He can’t decide if he wants to stay there anymore, can’t make out the pros and cons of either. He counts them off with each painful yank of your hair, each harsh thrust into your abused virgin cunt— it was that, wasn’t it?
He was there because he sniffed out a cute lil virgin, one so untainted and untouched, one begging for him to corrupt. He’s not known to be very generous, but sometimes he gets into one of those moods; it can’t be helped when there’s a desperate doll waiting to be torn apart.
He knows what you want, can read you with his eyes closed— you don’t need eyes to feel the pulse of a greedy cunny; it clenches with every slap of the face, damn near clamps down entirely as his slender fingers slither around to the front of your throat.
Two fingers shove past your lolling tongue and yanks your head back by the digits hooked on the corner of your mouth. There’s drool, and spit, and so many fluids coming and entering all at once— and then you’re coming, again, probably, for the third time that night. Fourth?
It’s methodical, straightforward, he reads the instruction manual once, maybe twice if the first one’s a bit faulty, and he’s got it down to muscle memory.
At the sound of heaving he looks back down again, admires the feel of two of his fingertips fucked straight into the back of your throat, and pushes down on the rugged gummy wall. You gag, and he laughs. It’s cute, so cute, you’re real cute, you know?
“Such a good lil whore aren’t you?” He digs his nails into the flesh of your hip and rams his cockhead until he can feel the kiss from your puckered cervix. “All fucked out of your mind, bet you can’t even hear me, can you?”
He watches as you gurgle out words past his fingers wedged down your slack mouth, and choke on the pools of saliva drooling out. It’s the funniest sight, fascinates him to death, really.
A slap to the face might bring you out of your daze, so he slips his hand back out of your sloppy mouth and revels at your body propelling forward straight into the headboard. He grasps at the tips of your hair and wrench your body back towards him before any satisfying impact could sound out. It’s a shame, but concussions are not in his agenda.
“Been fucked so loose, filthy slut can’t even keep your body up,” he rolls your hair around his hands and yanks back until your skull meets his chin; it’s excruciatingly painful, probably, and that’s why it’s the best.
It’s the perfect way for your mouth to fall open naturally, to scream, squeal, fluster around in attempt to be freed from the position— it creates the perfect hole for him to spit in. He watches as your face contorts in disgust, tongue pushed out to let his spit drool out the sides, but that’s no fun, not very nice of you, is it?
“Swallow,” he assists you with an extra hard thrust, and you choke on the moan coming out. His hand comes forward from your hip to rest under your chin before pushing it up so it clamps shut, “I said, swallow.”
Your eyes flood with tears that waterfall down your face, and God, he thinks you look the best like this— wrecked on his cock, body littered in purple and red, covered in sweat and blood and cum; his perfect lil cocksleeve, just for him.
It’s emotional, almost— religious, even, he can feel the palpitations in his heart thumping against his chest echoing off the headboard banging against the wall, and lets the euphoria consume him, wash over him as he coats your walls with hot ropes of cream and white, hips stuttering with your greedy cunny fluttering and clenching around it, milking and sucking in his cock in deeper, deeper, more.
He thinks you might’ve cum, might still be cumming, but all he can hear is the Messiah calling for him, choir singing lulling him into an infinite jubilation; he closes his eyes to bathe in it, let himself be cleansed and washed over with ecstasy.
When he pulls out, your body flops onto the mattress, and he watches as white dribbles out your quivering hole, mixing with the red on the sheets, creating a puddle of pink and magenta, before passing out in the fuschia.
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Softie. / MYG

pairing | yoongi x reader
summary | just a morning with min yoongi 🥺
prompts | “i love you more than coffee.” *distant gasps* + “every morning you kiss my forehead before i leave for work, why was it my lips today?” from this prompt list.
genre/warnings | disgustingly fluffy + very domestic
words | 1,990
note | i wanted to write something like this and then it fitted the prompt someone requested two ages ago and it became way too long for a timestamp and here we are
Very rarely does something beat the smell of black tea in the morning. Not any black tea, but this one in particular.
Forget it, nothing beats it.
The earthy tones coming from the leaves are enough to get you excited about your day and you’re careful not to scoop too much from the fancy, squared, tin box. It is, after all, precious and expensive — it seems like it gets pricier and pricier every time you restock it, almost to the point you’re begging the clerk for a discount.
You know it’s too much and you should stop spending money with that, the same money that could buy you enough tea for a whole year, but this is exactly the way luxury items go. Just above average, pretty packaging, minimalistic logo and a warm feeling in your heart from doing something special for yourself.
Like a ritual, you twirl the spoon and breathe in the steam coming from the pot before closing the lid. The instructions say you should brew it for three minutes and you’re proud to say you haven’t got that wrong once — not even on the day of your sister’s wedding, when she called saying she burned her ring finger, accidentally saw her fiancée and there was a real possibility of them not moving forward with the ceremony that day.
Even though she married with the ring on her middle finger, since the other one was bandaged, everything worked out. A little bit like a sitcom from the 90’s, but it did — in the end, it always did. That’s why you spend way too much money on that tea, because something about it makes things just work somehow. It’s unexplainable, quite magical and, to be honest, a little childish, but you love it.
Naturally, your hands start moving while the three minutes pass, refilling the kettle with water when you hear the shower stop running like you do every single day. In between the tea being served on a mug and his lazy morning footsteps, there’s only enough time for you to eat your peach yogurt.
“Hmm,” he hums and you can hear him getting closer as he speaks. “Treating yourself today, huh?”
You guess Yoongi can smell the black tea as well.
As you’re focused on adding the perfect amount of honey to your mug, there’s no time to turn or even look up at him coming into the kitchen with a sleepy and sweet look on his face. In such a small room, it only takes a heartbeat for him to stand next to you, leaving a quick kiss on your temple and short squeeze on the curve of your hips.
“Any special occasion I should know of?”
“Not really.” You shrug and, for a moment, Yoongi’s aftershave replaces the smell of tea completely. It’s fresh, clean and light, like most things he enjoys without noticing. “I just wanted something different.”
“I’m jealous, I want something fancy too,” he says without any weight to his voice, reaching for the coffee beans placed at the farthest corner of the pantry — the ones he also saves for very few mornings. “Did you sleep well?”
You nod quickly and excitedly, turning ninety degrees to open the refrigerator in search of milk. “I had to. There’s this big presentation today I’ve been preparing for five…”
“So there is something special going on.”
You stop in your tracks to look at Yoongi’s knowing smile, coffee grinder in front of him rumbling and doing its job while he waits.
“You’re a creature of habit, you know that, right? You wouldn’t drink this specific tea if something wasn’t going on.”
You smile at him, finally moving again to add a dash of milk to the mug and mixing it to check if it was enough. “If you weren’t so emotionless, I’d say that’s romantic.”
“Oh, you want romantic?” Yoongi’s tone goes up an octave, mocking you a little. “Fine. How about I love you more than coffee. In fact, I love you more than the smell of freshly ground beans in the morning and you know I love that very much. How about that, huh?”
It’s your turn to mock his words. “Oh, wow,” you gasp, raising a hand to the center of your chest. “How am I going to move on from this? I better email them saying I won’t be able to make it today. After this? Woof! No way I’ll be presenting anything but fifty slides of my favorite Yoongi pick-up lines.”
“That would be a satisfied client, don’t you think?” He plays along, adding the coffee to a French press and topping it with the water you just boiled. “Oh, do you want some toast? I feel like eating toast for some reason.”
And just like that, with Yoongi reaching for the toaster above your head, you’re both interested in something else. He pinches your side with his free hand and you take a step to your left, giving him enough space to place the appliance on top of the marble counter.
“You do have time for toast, right?” Yoongi asks as he turns it on and starts looking for bread. “I don’t want to make you late, the first two can be yours.”
“The tea is still a little too hot, I have time.”
“Good.” He nods shortly. “Sit down. These will be done in no time.”
You watch as Yoongi reaches for plates, knives, butter, strawberry jam and places all of them on the small kitchen table. Meanwhile, you sip the tea slowly, quietly enjoying it and, deep down, wishing for it to work its magic once again.
“Are you nervous about the presentation?” Yoongi asks just as he places two perfectly toasted slices of bread in front of you. He soon moves back to set two more on the toaster and turns to you again, waiting for an answer.
“I’m okay. It’s been worse.” You shrug, focusing on the butter as it melts when it meets the warm toast. “This client is nice. Even if they don’t agree with something, it’s not like…”
“Don’t bring Mr. Moon up again,” Yoongi warns you, slightly uncomfortable and somewhat ready to politely offend Mr. Moon if he ever showed up in front of him. “I’m still not over that. Who does he think he is to mistreat everyone because of a grammar mistake?”
You laugh at the way he seems so bothered by that. “It was a good thing, though, don’t you think? We kicked him out because we didn’t need his business if it meant we had to deal with that.”
“Serves him right,” he huffs. “He was being an ass for a long time, the grammar incident was just the tipping point.”
“And you don’t even know about the emails he sent to the junior analysts. He would literally…”
“Please,” Yoongi interrupts with a tight smile and warm eyes, nothing but light humor in his words. “Don’t make me hate him more. This is bad for myself, I have to be the better person.”
“You’re right,” you agree with a smile, taking a bite and adding a few words in a muffled voice. “He’s a problem of the past. And a solved one, thank God.”
You swallow just as Yoongi sits in front of you with perfectly done toasts for himself. He adds butter and strawberry jam to both of them before speaking again. “I’m glad you’re not nervous about this stuff anymore.”
“I’m glad too,” you admit and take a sip of the magical tea before continuing. “Shaky hands are also a problem of the past.”
“I want you to know I’m very proud of you. This sort of thing is not easy to overcome.”
You giggle. “Yoon, you’re getting soft again.”
“When am I not?” He takes a bite and soon covers his mouth, not being able to stop a smile from forming. “I am a softie, this is who I am.”
“No, but you’re particularly soft today, I think. It all started when you were whining about me leaving the bed,” you say while getting up to place your plate in the sink. When you turn around, Yoongi is looking at you with what you can only describe as adoring eyes. “See? This is what I mean. Do you have a mirror? Look at yourself, there’s nothing not soft about you today.”
He’s the one giggling now, motioning for you to move with the hand that’s not busy with a toast. “Go finish getting ready, you’re going to be late!”
You hurry out of the kitchen with a smile, soon entering the bathroom to brush your teeth. It’s still kind of foggy, nothing but the perfume of Yoongi’s shower gel everywhere, and you have to wipe the mirror with a towel to see yourself properly.
The nervousness could be worse, yes, but it’s still there a little — well, today is the day you’ve been preparing for the last five weeks and there’s a lot at stake. You inhale and exhale deeply, concentrating on the goal rather than the challenge. What happens, happens, but you’re pretty sure you’ve done everything you could and that’s enough to leave you satisfied no matter the outcome.
“Yoongi, I’m leaving!” You call out, fixing a strap on your shoulder and immediately feeling the weight of the laptop and the heavy (but pretty) leather notebook you bought last fall — another one of the luxury items you treated yourself with. When you look up, the man is standing with another one of his knowing smiles and a thermos in hand.
“Were you really not going to drink every single drop of the tea you spend way too much money on?” He raises an eyebrow, extending his arm so you can take the travel mug from him. “I know you’re good and don’t need the magic from the tea, but…”
“Shut up,” you say jokingly, slapping his hand in the process. “And thank you.”
“Come here.”
Yoongi slowly takes a step to meet you halfway, hug awkward given the weight on your shoulder, but you couldn’t care less. He’s warm, inviting and has a comforting hand on your back while the other moves to cradle your jaw.
“I told you you’re particularly soft today,” you say just as he creates enough space to look into your eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Yoongi mumbles before pressing a kiss on your lips. You barely have time to register what is going on or close your eyes and it’s already over.
“Are you sure? Because every morning you kiss my forehead before I leave for work,” you point out, one eyebrow raised in doubt, but eyes as soft as his. “Why was it my lips today?”
“You may not notice, but the taste of black tea and honey on your lips…” He hums, closing his eyes to show just how much he likes it. “So good.”
“But I brushed my teeth.”
He leans in again and, this time, stays for a while longer — not barely enough for you, but you’d take anything with a smile.
Yoongi shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. Still there.” He turns both your bodies, getting them closer and closer to the door. “Do you think this happens because the tea is that good and strong? Or maybe it’s because you don’t really do a good job brushing your teeth…”
“Ah, Yoongi!"
Before you know it, Yoongi is simultaneously opening the door, leaving another kiss on the corner of your mouth and pushing your body out. It seems like only a second has passed, but you find yourself right in front of the door when Yoongi is inside with only his head peeking through.
“Don’t just stand there, you’re going to be late! Call me when the presentation is over and you have a yes, okay?”
He closes the door, but you can still hear him giggle on the inside.
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The Rabbit Hole
Summary: The Windy City in the mid-1920s is a spectacle of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you've been invited to participate in and be crowned the next "Alice". What you don't know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit's desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you've never seen them before.
Genre: Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired
Warnings: Yandere themes, Mentions of drug/ alcohol use with/without consent, mentions of “gangsters”, light talks of selling your soul/ the devil/ religious “themes”?, sedative drugs used non-consensually, vivid dreams/nightmares, maybe light profanity? Smut: Non-protected sex (twice), creampies, oral sex (f and m receiving/giving), slight nipple play?, spanking, marking, bruising, slightly rough sex, use of a sex swing/ sex swing intercourse, f and m orgasms. I think that’s it.
Pairings: Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter), Side Pairing of Johnny (Jonathan) Suh from NCT x Reader, Johnny x Jung Jaehyun from NCT.
Author’s Notes: This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story!
We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!
Written By: Admin 💖 @therealmintedmango
Also, who do you think the other boys from BTS are from Alice in Wonderland in this story? I’d love to know!
Stepping out of my very own vehicle my future husband’s family sent for me, I take in the sights and the sounds that Chicago provides this snowy afternoon.
People waltz around one another and mingle about, snow crunching under their feet. The faint sounds of jingle bells float down the streets in the chilly air, it smells of popcorn and roasted nuts as well as the sludge of gasoline tainting the snow. A cold breeze gliding across the buildings nearly knocks me off my feet as I look up to my new place of residence, a new high-rise Michigan Ave. The stars above my head seem to sparkle in the dark sky, or are those just the electric lights from the grand buildings surrounding me?
Curious, I think as I continue to have my sights set above the horizon. I’ve certainly strayed very far from the corn fields of back home. Inhaling the sharp, bitterly cold air around me, I feel a sense of dread almost wash over my senses. I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. Jonathan and I discussed it in great detail over the wire.
The reality of the situation is finally sinking into my layers of clothing.
Jonathan Suh, the grandson of Suh Realtor Industries Incorporated - which owns about one third of Chicago - has asked me to marry him. It was seemingly out of the blue too. I was going to spend the next years of my life trying to marry into the best livestock or vegetable farmer in town, not the filthy rich grandson in a large city. It felt like a dream when he called me and begged me to come as soon as possible. I suppose it pays off to be kind to everyone, especially when it felt like it was yesterday we were both in grammar school together.
I drink it all in, the busy sounds, the cold night air that leaves me feeling bitter and raw standing in the street while snow begins to descend from the blackened sky. It feels foreign to me even though it’s only about two hours away from the farm. The breeze blistering in from the west sends a chill up my spine.
This is a new beginning, I ponder to myself as I stretch upwards in the middle of the sidewalk. This is my chance at a better life, this is way better than being some poor, sad farm girl. That’s right! I’m going to be the wife of my childhood friend who just happened to be some rich playboy who has more money than he knows what to do with.
I’m going to be a Suh!
...Even if the whole arrangement is a sham...
“Miss, you are going to freeze to death outside!” Jonathan’s maids rush to usher me out of the cold quickly, but not before I accidentally bump into someone on the busy sidewalk.
“I beg you to pardon me,” I mumble as I set my sights over my shoulder on a man dressed in a long coat with hair as white as the snow currently blanketing the ground. “You’ll have to forgive me, I am just enraptured with how bright Chicago seems to shine at night.”
The man’s seemingly red eyes expand with my excitement, then soften. “No pardon to beg, Miss…?” He queries, a bloom of warmth spreading across his face.
“Suh.” I smile as the men shout from my car they have finished unpacking. “Well, I am the future Mrs. Jonathan Suh. For now I suppose I am still Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Strange, I didn’t think he… Well, never mind that now.” His eyes linger on mine. “Johnny’s got good taste.” I hear him mumble under his breath in a deep tone, slurring his words together in a string. “Well, I can’t wait to see more of you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.” He says as he swings his coat behind himself and takes off down the street, the crowd and the night dissolving him like a pill in warm water.
Curious and curiouser this night becomes, I think as the maids finally have enough of me standing about in the cold.
“Do you know who that was?” I ask the hoard of them, hoping someone has the answer to my bump in the night with a rather odd fellow. My heart is beating but I’m not sure what for. I know my place. I know why he called me… My fate was sealed as soon as I got the wire from my future husband.
The collective flock shake their heads and mutter polite “noes” as they lead me up grand staircases of marble and through dim corridors at this time of night, leaving my brain a drifting piece of snow in the blizzard that will surely accumulate outside overnight.
“Right this way.” A young redhead coos as she parades me up what must be my twentieth flight of stairs I’ve climbed this evening. “Master Suh will be so happy you are here at last!” They lead me into a beautiful room with the most lavish furniture I’ve ever seen in my life! Magazines and pictures certainly don’t bestow such fine items with quite the same honor as seeing such beauty in person.
“Madam Suh has a full schedule for you this weekend.” One of the elderly looking women dares to swoon as she says, “Wedding planning, I’m sure, no doubt.” My coat is taken from me and I am given house slippers to wear.
The flock - or really I should call them a herd of lemmings - all agree once more as a butler leads us through a hallway with objects of fine art, pottery, and paintings. Each item is so uniquely wonderful that it would make my brothers’ and sisters’ heads spin if they saw how perfect and polished everything is. How ornate and lavish! Am I to spend my life with fine, intricate pieces of art from all mediums? I wonder if Jonathan has created any of these himself? Would he allow me to paint? I wonder...
“Master Suh,” I inhale, realizing I am right at the threshold of a beautiful oak door. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N has arrived.” The butler announces.
My body feels all fuzzy and nervous for some reason. It’s been many years since I’ve seen my dear friend from when we were still learning how to hop on a bicycle in the country where his family had a small house and property that butted up against my family’s by the little lake in the middle of a corn field.
“Y/N!” A deep, refreshing voice purrs before he embraces me in a tight hug. “How was your ride? Did the car fair well, unlike the weather?” He chuckles as his tall frame dwarfs mine in comparison. The scent of him is most definitely cinnamon, scotch, and leather, which I’m not surprised. All fine things to smell of for certain.
The maids all giggle and mumble their approval and the butlers look away, anxious to gaze upon a woman in another man’s arms. I suppose his gesture of a greeting is very rude, but I don’t mind. Being smack-dab in the middle of my siblings, I feel like nothing phases me anymore, even the hug Jonathan wraps around me.
“Jonathan Suh,” I simper, pulling out of his embrace, “The ride was not too terrible, and my, how tall you’ve grown! And so dapper too.” I sigh earnestly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“I hope you say that every day you wake up and I am there beside you.” Jonathan’s brown eyes seem to daze in the glow from the lamp lights in the sitting parlor.
There’s nothing more I hate than an arrogant flirt, not to mention an arrogant flirt with money is all the more trouble. Is this really going to be the rest of my life? Living with Jonathan like this? So contrived and fake… it makes my insides twist.
“I am rather weary though from a day full of travels.” I pretend to yawn, shifting out of his arms bit by bit and heading toward the door. “May I have the delight in seeing you tomorrow?”
“Oh yes, you must be quite tired. I always get sleepy on car rides.’ Jonathan muses as he extends his hand to the door and the staff scramble into place. “Mr. and Mrs. Alan would you please escort Y/N to her room? I will be here but on the other end of the house until we are...you know-”
“Goodnight, Jonathan.” I say almost too quickly after that, leaving almost as swiftly as I’ve come.
Once my hair is down and I am dressed comfortably in my nightgown, I feel like I can take a deep breath again. It feels odd with my hair unpinned, sitting in a brand-new nightgown, overlooking the rocking waves of the lake and the snow that drifts down from the sky. Basking in the sill of my window from the beautiful lights and moonlight shining through my velvet curtains, I hope and pray that every night I spend in Chicago is not as forced and fake as this one has been.
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I’m chasing something odd in my dream.
I move between pictures hanging on the walls, through the bellies of grandfather clocks, I emerge through the darkness every time, chasing a little white rabbit with a cottontail through or around objects of grand design. I have never had a dream that felt so vivid and real, like I am actually flying through my thoughts, time of the utmost essence for some unknown reason. I can’t seem to escape a dark feeling looming around me and I feel slightly frightened that I will not catch the little thing.
When I reach for the little dumpling covered in pretty white fur, it lurches forward, propelling my desire to catch up to the little beast.
I descend deeper and deeper, the spotlight in the darkness focused solely on the bunny ahead of me. I can’t reach him, I’m not fast enough, my feet do not carry me quick enough. I call to the animal but it doesn’t hear me, instead it flies between two large velvet curtains.
“Please!” I beg the animal as I pop through the hole in the curtains, shuffling through on my knees. “Where are you taking…me…” My question dies in my throat as I look up to find red eyes, his curly blonde hair waving at me from under a gold top hat, a gold mask from that of a masquerade celebration covering most of his face.
But, I know that soft smirk well now. I’ve replayed it several times already in my mind like the fool I am.
This is the man I met on the sidewalk. I gasp. But, why is he inhabiting my dream?
“Welcome to Wonderland, Alice.” A soft voice wafts from high above the two of us, making me shiver. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Why am I frightened? Surely this is not a nightmare. I was only following a rabbit and now I am here with these two men.
Slowly, my eyes trail up the large mahogany platform, showcasing a very large, ornately plush gold and maroon seat which houses a man in an all green suit of the finest quality. He is also wearing a mask trimmed with greens and golds, his lush lips pinkened like he had just indulged in delicious raspberry jam pulled into a dark smirk. He sits with the side of his pale face in one of his hands, resting comfortably on the arm of the pretty chair. The man from the street sits on a swing that hangs high from the rafters, silently taking me in. An aura of power and class drips tastefully from every fiber of his being, weighing heavily upon me like he is a hammer and I am but a humble nail.
“Good job chasing rabbits.” The man’s smile further stretches, his amber eyes boring down upon me, making my skin want to jump from my skeleton. “The next step is to find The Rabbit Hole.”
My eyes fling open, a train's loud horn blaring in the distance, the golden morning haze filtering from the curtains across the room. I jolt upward in bed, cold sweat beading my body, tainting the beautiful nightgown the Suhs have given me. I throw the sheets off my bed and clutch my forehead, musing the words of the man in all green over and over to myself in a frenzy.
...What a dreadfully vivid dream...
-
I’ve been here for almost a week and I’ve lost count of the tea parties and luncheons I’ve attended with Mrs. Suh. The people and the houses and families they all belong to are getting lost to me in the wake of planning for a wedding. Though, I’m not sure how much I am actually planning. Merely pointing between two colors of table placemats and napkins or choosing between a flower or two.
Tonight though, it is another snowy evening on the lakeshore, we are attending a jazz concert at the Sunset Cafe to see a wonderful show performed by the talented Cab Calloway and Louis Armstrong who make the most wonderful music. I was practically buzzing when I heard the news that the Suhs would be taking me this evening. As always, Jonathan and his mother have only two options for me to wear this evening and I must make a choice between them. A silver, more A-lined gown that shows off more skin than one should in the winter with a mink-fur cowl or more fluttering, off the shoulder velvet cobalt-blue style of a ball gown with embroidered golden stars falling from the bust in waves of tulle.
Call me old fashioned, but I choose the one that makes me feel like a princess, not the one that makes me fit in. My thoughts wander between which Suh picked out which dress for me to wear and the dream of me chasing a white rabbit.
I can never seem to catch that rabbit nor have I seen the two men since my first dream. It relieved me, but it also scared me.
A shimmering laugh that is made of moonbeams and stars pulls me from my spell of thought that engrossed me.
The Suhs are dotting and cheerful people, always looking out for their only son in this cruel world. They are wonderful and powerful in their own ways, working the men and ladies in the sitting room of the theater with just a glance or smile of their lips. Mr. Suh smokes a cigar and smacks Jonathan on the back as they stand in the corner away from the ladies. Mrs. Suh includes me in all her conversations, never wanting me to feel lost or dissuaded from a million questions by another matriarch of a well-to-do family.
I can see why Jonathan doesn’t want to disappoint them or the good people of his clan’s name before or after himself.
The room is hazy from the smoky cigars that the men all drag on in between their elaborate conversations about President Coolidge and his beliefs while the women discuss lighter subjects such as traveling to Paris and Morocco as well as tennis. I find my thoughts up in the cloud of smoke that hangs in the room.
“Pardon me, ladies,” Jonathan places a hand gently upon my shoulder, “may I steal Y/N away for a few moments?”
“The concert will begin shortly, Johnny.” Mrs. Suh smiles, casting her charms to her son who smiles with reassurance to his dear mother.
“Don’t fret, mother,” Jonathan grins as she calls him his nickname, “I want to show her off to my college chums.”
Her eyes twinkle in delightful mischief as she swirls her glass of sweet liquor in her hand. “Just be sure to return her in one piece. Y/N has a long day ahead of her tomorrow.”
More wedding planning I’m not privy to I suppose? Such is my life now. High society is fun and all but the pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before… No, my brain is captivated once more by the dark aura of the man from my dream, looming and lingering above me, teeth glimmering in the lim electric light of the room from my lucid dream. That was true, pure evil pressure I wish to never partake in the feeling of ever again.
Jonathan says nothing as he turns from her, ushering me away with his hand placed gently on my shoulder. We move silently and quickly through groups who mingle and giggle, alcohol strong in their glasses and upon their breath as we pass through the crowd of rich socialites.
We stop at one group of gentlemen, but I am only introduced to one handsome man named Jung Jaehyun who fondly shakes Jonathan’s hand and winks at me. What an odd fellow, I tell myself as we dive deeper and deeper into the crowd of people loitering in the fancy sitting room.
“I’m glad you wore the one I picked out.” Jonathan says so low that I may only be able to hear his words. Well, that answers that question then. “These men might eat you alive, so stay as sharp as a blade but soft as a lamb, understand me? They will not leave me be until I introduce you to them.”
“Are they your friends?” I query with a whisper as he pulls me to the edge of the room where young men have beautiful young ladies draped on their elbows.
I have never seen a lady look like they do, but I suppose it is fashionable and “kept up with the times”. I am not so appealing as these ladies are with their skin on display and their heels high, they attract my attention before the men who hold them up do. Their makeup is dark, yet shimmering in the soft glow from the electric lights from above. The fair ladies’ hair is cut so short, their sideways hats and feather headbands merely slip off their sleek and shiny hairstyles. I am in awe of the way they look and envy them for behaving and chatting so freely.
“Do not be scared, but they are budding gangsters who run speakeasies.” My eyes widen with his words, but I do what I am told. “Please do me another favor, Y/N, and become the most desirable woman here.” Jonathan whispers to me before we approach the hoard of people in front of me. “I will set you free from this cage as soon as I can.”
I can only nod as my demeanor switches like that of a light switch.
Walking up to these men and women I’ve never met, I invoke the acting spirit of Jane West for Jonathan. I demand my attention. I am the most beautiful creature in this sitting room, if not all of the world. I did not go to college but I am going to show you how well read and cultured I am. I am going to be a Suh and I command you all to bow down to me in this instant.
“Suh!” A tall man with coiffed, sandy blonde locks beams as he steps away from his fair darling on his arm tonight. “You dog! I didn’t think you’d grace us with your presence this evening!” They shake hands and laugh at nothing vigorously as I look between the two before the blonde catches my eye. They are pretty amber eyes that remain half-lidded and surely dazzle in the glow from chandeliers above. He’s not as tall as Jonathan, but he is handsome. “This must be-”
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
A voice from behind the blonde says clearly, setting to be free from the shadow of Jonathan’s friend.
It’s the white rabbit! I think as I try to hold myself together. He looks rather dapper in a white and gold waistcoat with tails, a top hat making him appear to be as formal as one can be. This is the gentleman I bumped into the streets, but I cannot press out of my head. I want to tell him to stay out of my dreams, but I fear he will think me mad if I declare such a bold thing without expressing my thoughts further.
“You know of my future bride, Jeon?” I feel the grip upon my shoulder tighten and breath being held from above me. Don’t fret, Jonathan, I would never tell anyone. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.
The friend with his hair as white as the fallen snow looks at me passively, eyes rimmed red like he can’t sleep a wink either. “I met her on the sidewalk, John, but we’ve never been properly introduced.” He bows and takes my blue-colored gloved hand in his white ones. He kisses the top of my hand and in this ball gown-like dress I am indeed fulfilling my fantasy of pretending to be a beautiful princess. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, future Mrs. Jonathan Suh.”
“Y/N,” Jonathan says, exhaling the concerned breath he’s been holding in, his grip returning to normal as well. “These are my friends from college: Mr. Kim Namjoon, whose family owns one third of the city like mine does, and Mr. Jeon Jungkook, who makes up the triangle of the most powerful families of Chicago.”
“At your service.” Jungkook says with a cheeky grin stretching across his face, kissing the top of my hand once more.
The way he looks up at me makes butterflies trapped in my body flutter and flounce about. But I cannot swoon or succumb to a young man so openly. Jonathan is counting on me.
“I’m delighted to meet Jonathan’s friends from his schooling.” I say in the same charming manner Mrs. Suh has produced all week.
“Forgive me for this is a bold question, future Mrs. Suh, but, will you be getting a gown made?” Namjoon asks me as he sips his scotch on the rocks.
“I think tomorrow I am going for a fitting, yes.” I nod my head, smiling just the right amount.
“Then it should be crafted by the finest in the Windy City, Kim’s Couture on the corner of Washington and LaSalle Street. Have you heard of the establishment before?” Namjoon queries.
“Indeed! I have!” I exclaim happily, my eyes wide as his stay half-lidded as though he is sleepy, though he smiles earnestly.
“Then I must insist you have a treasured wedding gown made by my seamstresses.” He hands me a white business card with only his name upon it. I stare at it until he taps it twice. “They will take excellent care of you, I promise.”
“Oh-ho!” A soft, almost melliferous voice rings out behind me. No... “This must be the infamous bride-to-be!” I know this voice! Fear rattles through me, making me tremble as I look over the shoulder Jonathan is not draped over to look at the mysterious voice. Time is slow as molasses as I face the man from my dream, clad all in a green waistcoat, vest, and top hat, wolfishly grinning at me.
“Ah, this is my eldest brother,” Namjoon muses as the electric lights flash, indicating the performance will begin soon, “Seokjin Kim.”
Kim Seokjin...
I feel like I know everything about this man yet nothing at all. He is the type of man who is a brilliant summer on the outside and stormy winter on the inside. The smile on his lips - that is the color of the inside of a cherry tart - is warm, yet cold all in the same breath. He appears to be a powerful man of high class, wrapped in an enigma of grace and power. But there is a scent of something malicious in the air as he closes the gap between us and gets down on his knee to kiss upon my hand.
I’m not sure what made me do it, but something comes over me, the flight or fight instinct animals possess lurches out of me in this moment.
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?” I ask, pulling my arm away from him.
Seokjin’s bright amber eyes slowly travel up my ball gown, disbelief and confusion colors his good looking features.
Mouths open in shock and my heart drops, but I feign a lie, turning out of Jonathan grasp, and quickly say, “Forgive me, for I feel faint.” I run to the bathroom in the hall as everyone piles into the main room of the Sunset Cafe, heart pounding in my chest and cheeks on fire.
I’m so sorry Jonathan, I did not mean to make a fool out of you. There is just something about the way Seokjin’s gaze is so feral that chills me to the bone.
A hand rests upon Jungkook’s shoulder while he continues to longingly gaze at the door as if he was willing me to come back with his mind. “Don’t worry, Jeon.” Seokjin purrs in his ear, amber gleam set upon the door. “She is the one who chases you every night, not the other way around.”
“I know, hyung.” Jungkook whispers as the brass begins to trumpet through the building. “When do we make our move?”
“Soon.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, guiding the younger of the boys to follow behind him. “Very soon we will have our glorious tea party.”
-
The subject of marriage has always been an odd one to me, I think to myself as maids and fashion consultants from the Kim’s dress boutique flutter and coo around me.
My parents married but it was never for love. I knew that, my siblings and myself knew that, yet they both loved us all the same. My mother and father married as more of a “good match on paper” sort of situation, than they were truly, madly in love. Still, they never fought, my father never hit my mother, never drank himself silly, never talked to another woman. My mother upheld the same standard and raised us all with love in her hardworking heart. I knew she was aware that I haven’t spoken to Jonathan since we were young children and that I would soon be in the same boat if I accepted his offer.
“A lifetime of money doesn’t equal happiness.” She told me. “You should marry for love, not for any green or gold.”
I agree. I know this full well. I’m not one to be stingy or greedy by any means. I don’t want to be an actress in a picture show or model for a beautiful Channel garment. And though I do want love in my life, I want a secure future. I am the middle child of middle-class farmers. The best match I could have made besides this one was with a cattle farmer or a man who works in the stockyards on the south side of Chicago.
It’s selfish for me to do this not only for myself but to my mother as well.
But, I am here and like my family, I will be fiercely loyal to the man I will call my husband. If not, call me a bold-faced liar and take me and my words to the grave.
Jonathan Suh is not a bad man for who he prefers in the sheets. I know that and have never felt such a way to treat someone less of me if they do prefer the company of one sex over another. I will not break the promise I’ve made to him, but I cannot help but feel like a songbird trapped in a tight, metal cage for the decision I’ve made to help him.
-
Due to the poor weather Chicago has currently come down with, the wedding has been postponed until further notice.
When I wired my family to tell them the news, my mother answered. I was a bit more than surprised that she almost sounded relieved when I told her the news. I promised I would wire soon and my younger sisters begged me to take them to the city to go shopping at Marshall Fields. My father sounded passive at first when the telephone wire was transferred to him by my youngest brother after he told me the family cat, Cheshire, had gone missing.
Truth be told, I am also more than happy to exhale a breath and not worry about someone questioning me about my upbringing. Or having Mrs. Suh and the don of high-class ladies and waist-coated men galloping around every breath I take.
I can finally relax, I think as I pull out a book in the study as Jonathan reads the Chicago Tribune on the couch across the way from me. We get along well, I realize. Silence suits us both. No tricks, not faking our way through hordes of important people. We have to conserve and save our energy for when we face the people mercilessly wanting to know everything and anything about us, good ole’ Jonathan and I...
No, not Jonathan anymore… I am to be his wife, and he...my…
I peer at him from over my book on flowers, losing interest in the pages.
Can I really pretend we are to be an item forever? Will one of us crack or slip up? It seems like we are stuck in a circle now, both of us floating in a pool of choices we will surely drown in.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone knocks at the door, plucking me from my fever of thoughts. I fully peer over the pages in my hands, pretending like I was in fact engrossed in the origin story of an author I enjoyed as a girl.
“Enter.” Jonathan says without skipping a beat, not looking up from his black and white ink. His eyes scan the pages, following the drumming beat of the grandfather clock next to the roaring fireplace. But, now that I study him closer, I’m unsure if he was actually reading or just musing to himself like I was moments ago.
“The post, sir.” Butler James reports as he opens the door, my handmaiden Emily gliding up to us with a silver plate in her hands.
“Thank you, Emily.” Jonathan gives her a half-smile as he takes the single envelope off the tray, slicing it open with trepidation.
I look at the blood-red colored wax seal as he flips the paper, revealing a knight chess piece glaring upside down at me.
Jonathan scans the letter passively at first, his orbs lazily scanning the pages, then suddenly his eyes ignite with rage behind them. “No.” He says softly, red flushing to his handsome face. He rips the paper up into shreds then, aggression and hatred oozing from every pore for some unknown reason. He gets up as he throws the scraps in the fire with vigor as butler James, Emily, and I all stare at him like he’s grown a second head. “Don’t you dare go.” He warns me, irises blaring with unmeasurable loathing. “Those people are dangerous.” Jonathan practically snarls as he exits the room in a fit of rage, stomping down the hall as we look on stunned and slack-jawed at what had just happened.
From what I can tell, Jonathan isn’t one to get upset easily or lash out so that letter must have set him off. But what could it have been?
It really has sparked my curiosity, that’s for certain.
Where wasn’t I supposed to go and who was so dangerous?
-
I got the answer the next day as I read a book about traveling the jungles of South America.
“Miss!” My handmaiden whispers like a hiss as she enters the study. “Miss!”
“Yes, Emily?” I smile, putting my book down as she flutters to my side in a nervous frenzy. “What is the matter?”
“I snagged this from the post, miss.” She hands you the letter you saw the previous day with Jonathan, the one that he got enraged over. “Please open it quickly, miss, before the butler spots it! They want us to destroy anything with this seal on it!”
I do as I am told, opening up the letter addressed to both Jonathan and myself with the odd wax seal to find an invitation inside.
You Are Cordially Invited To Participate In:
THE WONDERLAND BALL
A Masquerade Party To Determine The Next “Alice”
For Directions Follow Us Down The Rabbit Hole
Knock Thrice For The Door Mouse To Let You Inside
Cheers,
The ‘Mad Hatter’ & Company
“How curious...” I muse as my eyes trail over the letter over and over, wondering what has Jonathan all in a panicked rage. “Well, I don’t even know where “The Rabbit Hole” is so I shan’t be going.”
“Tis’ a speakeasy, Miss.” Emily says her eyes wide as she reads the paper with you. “They say it’s the most fun one in all of downtown!” She giggles. “Shall I fetch you a gown for the ball?”
“No.” I shake my head with a small smile, hanging her back the letter. “If Jonathan said he doesn’t want me to go, I won’t.” I pick up my book as she slightly deflates, wanting to paint me up for the festivities I was invited to. “Please burn this now, Emily, so you don’t get in trouble.”
“Right away, Miss.” Emily bows a little before she heads out of the room, leaving me to daydream in the middle of the study in peace.
-
“How long must we wait?” Jungkook pesters Seokjin tirelessly who looks down from his wooden pedestal in the back room of the very peculiar club. “I am afraid a letter and her dreams are not going to cut it.” Jungkook snorts, frustration flashing in his red eyes.
“Mm, yes…” Seokjin rubs his chin with his white gloved hand, “Johnny boy has been hiding our little Alice away from our prying eyes, hasn’t he?”
“Yes!” Jungkook stomps his foot like that of a child, fists balled into tight fists at his sides. “And I was promised a maiden for all the hard work I’ve done for you!”
Seokjin laughs darkly then, the sound echoing off the walls of his private chambers. “Jungkook, I’m not sure if you understand that poisoning people and taking out a few smaller families in our beloved city is considered hard work.” He stops then, Seokjin’s usually light voice dripping with malice when he says, “But, I suppose this is one way to end the Suhs and get the last jewel on the crown you are desiring in your attempts to rule the city.”
“Is everything in place for the ball?” Jungkook grits his teeth as he stares up into the man who could end him in one go, but is choosing to help the young gangster. “Your magic won’t fail us now?”
Seokjin winks at him, spending him a flying kiss as he says, “It's going to be dreadfully delightful.” Ending the Suhs, managing to take out some more people in big crime families in Chicago, and adding one more perfect woman to his growing collection of pawns.
Sure, he was mad and about to destroy several lives in the process, but hell if he wasn’t half brilliant and good looking while doing so.
-
“Mr. Jeon!” I gasp as I peer at the man at my penthouse doorstep, covered in white flakes of heavy, wet snow sticking to his black trench coat and bowler hat. Everyone, even most of the maids were out this afternoon which is why I find myself in front of the door to the penthouse.
“Good evening, Y/L/N.” Jeon Jungkook smiles as he looks down at me earnestly. “Is your future husband not at home?” He whispers as he looks around the empty foyer, red-rimmed eyes glancing over the dim electric lights in the hallway.
I flush. My mind was hazy remembering my kiss with him and the other man that is never far away, Kim Seokjin, from the depths of my dreams. My dreams need to leave me be or I may turn into a codfish with the way they keep my head spinning. They haunt me so, the way my brain demands my nightmares to be replayed over and over like this.
“I’m afraid not, he said he’d be out for the night, taking care of something important at the office.” I say with a fake sigh, shaking my head. Truthfully, he’s been acting very strange lately and I can't quite put my finger on the reason for his odd behavior. Ever since he got that letter… Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any post since that strange night. I’ll ask Emily about it in the morning.
“I see.” Jungkook says softly. The grandfather clock chimes from the sitting room and I am suddenly aware of what time it is. I’m severely underdressed in my baby blue lounge attire, completely ill-prepared for meeting company. Books about faraway lands with princes and kings were the only thing occupying my time this evening and I’m embarrassed to even think that. “In that case, your outfit will just have to do, I suppose…”
Jungkook suddenly steps closer to me in one long stride, closing the gap between me and him. My heart skips a beat, his pupils dilate, my words run dry as he snakes one arm around my back, the other holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“Mr. Jeon-” I stammer, unable to call for help, now that this man has me in his grasp.
“I have been willing you to come and follow me, to give into your darkest desires, but still you resist me.” The young man hisses down at me, brows knit with confusion. “You are the only thing anyone talks about and I cannot stand it any longer.” My mouth hangs open. His nostrils flare as he makes his move. “You will be mine. Not locked away in this tower while Johnny is out and about with another man. You will be our new Alice.”
Before I can say anything, he pours a vile from his pocket into my mouth, holding it above my arms so I can’t smack it away. It tastes like roast turkey and strong alcohol and I try to claw and get away but I cannot as Jungkook holds my mouth open; my tongue feels numb and my arms feel like jelly, going limp in Jungkook’s arms. The only thing I can remember before completely blacking out is the little tag on the side of the bottle that says “DRINK ME”, tied with a pink ribbon hanging from the tiny glass and the smell of his cologne which reminds me of musk with a dash of black pepper.
-
Faint sounds of brass and strings pull me from my unconscious state in a flurry.
My brain is working hard, producing series and strings of thoughts. Why did Mr. Jeon Jungkook do that to me? Does Jonathan know where I am? In the same breath, where am I? What was that drink? Have I been poisoned? I look at myself on the red heart-patterned bedsheets. I look fine. There is no sign or feelings that I’ve been harmed, no bruises, and most importantly of all, there is no blood. There is no indicator at all that I’ve been harmed at all, which makes me sigh in relief.
But still, where have I been taken? This surely is not a room in the Suh residence.
A room with no windows, a giant bed in the middle of the room, large wooden pedestals with various wax candles lit drip down the sides surround me, red velvet curtains drape the walls making the warm room seem even more dim, and a wooden swing all decorate the space I find myself trapped in.
I can feel the color drain from my face when I realize that I’ve been here before. In fact, I’ve been here many, many times - almost every night. Not in the flesh but in my dreams. The only thing that is missing are the two men I see every night…
All the little hairs on my body stand at alert, worry coloring my thoughts, and I feign a small gasp in the large room.
With a lump in my throat and my heart thumping so hard I fear it might try to escape my chest, I run from the room.
My blue nightgown flutters behind me, time seems to slow as my bare feet carry me through the rooms from my dreams - though it’s backwards this time. I dash like a mad person, twirling and twisting my way through the room with mirrors on every side, seeing myself panting like a dog running so hard in the reflective glass. Though, I am happy to see I have no scratches upon my face either. I run through the room with clocks hanging all over the walls chiming and ticking at different times, springing through the belly of a giant, tall grandfather clock. I trip over the hems of my dress in the room with a long table in the middle which appears to stretch on for miles in this long room. There are various tea sets, cups, and pots along with tea cakes and sweet treats placed in a perfectly chaotic mess on the table as the eyes of various animal heads stare at me from their places hanging on the walls.
As I shimmy through the small door leading to the room with the walls full of water and sea creatures from the ocean, I pause my panting and sputtering as I spot Mr. Jung Jaehyun with his back pressed up against the glass. He is moaning, panting himself, a masquerade mask dangling in his hand, legs wrapped around the waist of a tall man in a vest who is rolling his hips sensually into his. My eyes widen as I figure out what the two of them are doing quickly and avert my attention. My thighs rub together, a strange fire grows in my lower abdomen, and I know I shouldn’t be looking but there is nothing but pure bliss on Mr. Jung’s face.
I can’t stop, I remind myself as my feet continue to carry me through the rooms I know so well.
Slinking away across a far wall full of lobsters without being caught, I hear Mr. Jung Jaehyun mewl one singular name, “Johnny!” I want to turn around, catch my “future” husband's side profile as he makes love to another man, confirm it’s him, but my mind flashes back to meeting Jaehyun for the first (and only) time and how they touched each other so fondly. Jungkook’s words ring in my words as I hear laughing coming from beyond the rooms filled with tanks and gilled beasts.
Keep going. I can make it out of this place from my nightmares.
The next room is filled with more people, though it’s hazy at best in here. There are giant hookah pipes in the middle of floor cushions, people with and without masks on touching each other so unabashedly, some naked, half-nude, or still in their ball gowns all laying over each other in a pleasure-filled party I was slightly jealous I haven’t been invited to.
“Ms. Y/L/N?” A deep yet clear baritone purrs over the sounds of jazz music and groans of love-making. I turn my head to his voice, feet skidding to a halt as I look at Mr. Kim Namjoon in his half-naked glory, navy blue silk robe hanging off his shoulders exposing a lovely chest, half-lidded eyes tracing my form like I am a piece of delicate meat he wishes to indulge in. “What are you doing without your mask?” He snaps his fingers, chuckling lightly as he takes another drag of his long silver pipe. “Twins, get her a mask!”
“Where am I?” I query as I feel the presence of two figures slowly approaching me out of the dim haze. “Who are you people?” It feels wrong to be here, to witness this. It doesn’t feel right. I feel out of place and my body is begging me to run and my legs tremble like a fawn.
His brows furrow as he takes the tube out of his mouth, blowing smoke rings in my face. “Who are you to question me, Y/N?” He snickers as the “twins” catch my arms, placing a mask over my face as I struggle. “You are but another “Alice” to me. Take her to the ball, you two. The rabbit and the hatter are dying to see her, I’m sure.” They tie the mask around me successfully, leading me out of this room into the next one which I know is the one where the floor is a giant chess board.
“Please,” I plead with the good looking twins who march on like the loyal soldiers to this strange cause, “what is all this?” The music and the chatter and maniacal laughing is growing louder as we prance down the hallway with portraits of people who are dressed in all white and all red. “I just want to know…”
“Suppose we ought to tell her?” The taller of the two says after a moment of silence between the three of us.
“Suppose we ought not to.” The shorter one shakes his head as he carries on in the quest to take me somewhere. “Boss will be mad.”
“You are to be the belle of the ball.” The taller one says with a viscous boxy grin.
“The new “Alice”.” The short one with fluffy lips nods this time.
“Everyone keeps saying that, but I don’t know what it means?” I say as I hold my breath, about to waltz into the strange chess-board-like room.
“The most beautiful, wonderful, talented, special, magical-” The taller twin rambles on.
“The most perfect woman at The Wonderland Ball is called “Alice” until the next one.” The shorter one states softly as he inhales a giant breath. They both let me go, pushing me forward as the drapery of the simple heart-patterned curtain gives way and I am standing at the top of a grand staircase while hundreds of people from below all gasp and stare up at me.
As soon as I regain my footing a spotlight hits me and causes me to shield me eyes away from the bright light bearing down upon me. The upbeat music falls silent and I am acutely aware that I am standing here in my loungewear and not properly dressed to be at the forefront of attention this evening.
“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” The voice that makes my hair stand up on end purrs as his lush lips soothe the microphone on the little stage they’ve set up for the jazz band to play on. Kim Seokjin, my eyes lock with his which dance with mischief, his smile greedy, dressed to the nines in a rich green suit. “The crowning of the belle of the ball, the apple of all our eyes, the one that shines brighter than anyone in the picture shows, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!”
A roar of cheering, clapping, and brass music erupts as a white haired-man with a stretched, gummy smile that doesn’t fade takes my hand and leads me down the black and white staircase. The noises seemingly die in my ears as the man on my arm says nothing, grins like a cat about to catch a mouse in its claws. Time slows, people moving and waving at me become a blur as I see who is waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
Mr. Jeon Jungkook.
The man on my arm notices how tense I am and he ever so slightly turns his head and says to me in a deep voice, “They are not going to harm you. Jungkook is infatuated with you.” My cheeks heat up. “Seokjin is helping him accomplish his dreams because he signed his life away to the servitude of others for as long as he shall live.”
“Signed his life away?” I breathe, eyes never leaving Jungkook in a white waistcoat.
“You can’t get something for free in this world.” The cat-like man growls as we are almost there. “You’ve heard of an eye for an eye, correct?” I node slightly. “A soul of servitude so he can produce strange magic, according to him and the Red Witch of Underland.”
My heart nearly stops realizing what has happened. “The devil?”
“Bingo, babe.” The cat-man chuckles a deep rasp, sliding his arm away from mine. “Have fun.”
“Now you kids have fun chasing rabbits!” Seokjin’s voice crackles through the microphone. “Everyone, enjoy the last few hours of the wonderland ball!” More hooting and hollering echoes in the building as I am exchanged into Jungkook’s strong arms.
“I thought you’d never make it.” He smiles from under his white mask at me. He takes my hand and leads me to be embraced on the dance floor. Seokjin smirks at us as he begins to sing a popular pop song everyone swoons at.
“Would you like to tell me what this is all about?” I query with a sneer on my lips. “Why am I here? Why have you poisoned me?”
“I have not nor would I ever harm you.” Jungkook grips my waist tighter. “I merely gave you a strong sedative so that I could bring you to our wonderful palace.”
“Why?” I question as he twirls me around his outstretched arm.
“Because from the moment I bumped into you, you have been the only thing consuming my mind.” He earnestly tells me, sorrow coating his eyes. “I’m not sure what trap Johnny has ensnared or tricked you in but I very much hate seeing him lock you away from the world.”
“You’re wrong.” I state angrily, glaring at him.
“He doesn’t care about you. He likes to frolic about with diplomats’ sons, not farmers’ daughters.” Jungkook smiles at me.
“That’s not true…” I mumble, my eyes looking away from his red-rimmed ones boring down upon me. “I-I am marrying Jonathan for my own personal reasons.”
“Oh, ho?” Jungkook softly chuckles, leaning over, turning my gaze back to him as he gently caresses my cheek. “Do you really believe that, darling?”
“I do...I do! I-I came here willingly.” I tremble, my facade I’ve been trying to convince myself of this whole time crackling under the pressure of his words. “I l-love…” My words linger as I look beyond Jungkook, looking up to see, “...Jonathan…” walking toward myself in the middle of the dance floor.
“Jeon!” Jonathan says, Mr. Jung Jaehyun trailing behind him, eyes wide and scared when they find mine. The male in the waistcoat holding me turns his head to the noise, the brass music climaxing, the gasps of people Jonathan is stepping between couples dancing in the soft electric light from above - I feel like my heart is going to burst. My future husband pulls his arm back, fists clenched, ready to hurt Jungkook, and with an exhale I close my eyes fearing the worst was about to ensue.
The electric lights in the strange ballroom give out in the same second.
People scream all around me, a loud thud is heard and I feel like something unexpected is about to occur, the atmosphere heavy and full of invisible pressure.
“Release the jabberwocky!” A voice echoes as chaos ensues.
“Come with me.” A voice purrs, ripping me away from Jungkook’s arms. I feel almost empty as shouting and yelling break out in the middle of the dance floor. “I will protect you, Y/N, my crown jewel.” My stomach pits hearing him say my name, tickling my ear like the serpent that led Eve to eat the apple of her demise.
Kim Seokjin.
With a snap of his fingers, we are back in the room I started out this evening in and where my dreams always have me end at. I land on the bed in a huff and he ends up sitting upon the swing, looking at me with a triumphant smirk on his luscious lips. There is a certain air about him now that doesn’t seem so threatening, so serious now for some reason. Perhaps it’s him sitting upon the swing like that of a child? I haven’t the slightest clue.
“Where am I?” I demand, glowering at Seokjin from across the way.
“Curiosity often leads to trouble, my dearest Y/N.” Seokjin chuckles darkly, eyes roaming my body, a knowing look on his features. “I think before your marriage you are looking for a little trouble, if you catch my drift.”
Trouble…
My mind completely spirals remembering the scenes of people entangled with one another, their mouths working in tandem with each other, their slippery pink tongues entwined in a passionate battle for dominance. Mr. Jung Jaehyun’s face twisted in pleasure, moaning and mewling as his lover - my future husband - was thrusting vigorously.
A lightbulb finally goes off in my head.
“You want me to give into you both then my dreams will end?” My voice shakes as I query to Seokjin who continues to lightly push back and forth on the swing. “Then you will let me leave?”
His eyes flicker with a hungry vigor to them, gleaming in the dim candlelight. “Precisely.” His soft voice cuts the atmosphere like a sharp blade, leaving me with a chill radiating down my spine. “Let’s have some fun, “Alice”.”
“As long as you promise I am to be set free from all of...this.” I gesture around the room as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers at me.
“You have my word.”
Somehow, I don’t believe him, but I am desperate for any way out of this wretched place I can find.
So, I will use the body I was blessed with to the fullest extent.
I am a loyal woman. I step toward the man on the swing, my hands coming up to the ties around my chest and my waist. His eyes spark with a ravenous hunger in the depths of his orbs. I know that I am not doing a decent thing. Seokjin snaps his fingers again, all his clothes disappearing but his green top hat, vanishing before my very eyes. I know I am more than what I am succumbing to right now. But my stomach does feel hot and my thighs rubbing together is making me feel faint for some reason. My garments fall to the floor in a soft patting sound and I lose my breath in the same moment.
Don’t tell me I actually want this…?
I stand in front of him on the swing and I can’t help but bite my lip as my eyes roam his pale figure, tracing down his collarbones to his sculpted abdominal muscles he has been hiding. Did he sell his soul to the devil to become handsome too I wonder?
“So beautiful.” He revels looking at me unabashed, a wolfish grin spreading across his pretty face. Part of me wants him to touch me, to caress the underside of my breast, to trace the outline of my hips with his fingertips, but he doesn not.
I have to remind myself this isn’t for me. This is for the man that has been tormenting me.
“Get me ready for you.” Seokjin commands, smirk still spread across his face. I comply, dropping to my knees to be faced with a large member swinging forth from the middle of his legs on the swing. “And you will address me as “Sir”, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I respond, biting my lip as I look from his eyes to his member once more.
“Suck.” He chuckles lightly, pointing to his middle and I can’t help but follow this simple instruction.
I don’t tease him, though I’m not really sure I know what I am doing in the first place. I swirl the flat of my tongue over his mushroom-tipped head several times. He moans in response, his hands coming off the swing’s ropes to hold my hair from my face as I swallow him further down my wet cavity. My middle aches and pulses, empty, missing something as I steady myself against Seokjin’s thighs.
“Good little girl.” Seokjin hums, his sound voice making me feel appreciated. The sound vibrating through to my own middle, making me groan around him.
I bob my head up and down his long length, enjoying the way he hums and gasps in response to my efforts. It’s a little hard to breathe I think as I continue my pace, nose hitting Seokjin’s pubic bone, smelling the most intimate part of him.
My dominant hand grabs his member at the base, working him in tandem with my mouth. Up and down his thick member I go, reveling in every twitch and rumble that flies out of his throat. The swing starts to sway with my rhythmic movements, bobbing him back and forth with vigor, tears climb to my eyes. The tip of him hits the back of my mouth, making me gag and choke on his wonderful cock. The heat was pooling in the middle of my stomach and I fear I am going to lose my mind. I pick up the motions of my mouth and hand, tears skating down my pinkened cheeks, his grip tightening around the base of my skull, digging into my scalp.
It burns… But, I also enjoy it. This feeling...so wet and tight and I feel so evil and sinful but the pleasure is driving me mad.
“Baby girl.” There’s warning in his tone as I pop off his cock in an instant, looking up to him with big worried eyes. His head was leaned back, not focused on looking directly at myself, but the feeling of my lips and fingertips. “Up.” He commands once more, head twisting back to a comfortable position to stare at me.
I scramble to my feet, missing the feeling of him in my mouth already, not to mention aching for him in the middle of my legs. I rub my thighs together for some easy friction, knowing that it won’t help me much at this point.
Seokjin moves his hand to stroke against his giant member in his palm and I lock my orbs in place on the slit of his cock where a clear liquid was oozing out. My mind is truly hazy at best, as I just stand there and watch him stroke himself up and down in a lazy fashion. I bite my lip once more.
I do want this. I am almost ashamed to admit that I want this man.
“Are you going to be good and let me use you?” Seokjin’s dirty words make my middle pool and contort with more of a raging fire.
“Y-Yes, sir.” I say again, cheeks hot and damp from sucking his cock moments ago.
His nostrils flare, his cock twitches in his grasp as he motions to sit upon his middle. “I bet you’re so wet for me.” He chuckles, smile darkening with his words.
Seokjin eases me down on his thick member, my hole so wet, so slick, allowing him to stretch my clenching walls in an easy motion. I gasp, eyes popping out of my head. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, back arching with his giant, twitching dick tight inside of me. I wrap my legs around his lean waist, his pale skin flexing in the candlelight with his movements as he stills, letting my hips sink down into the base of his cock.
“Baby girl.” Seokjin purrs, breath tickling my ear as he throbs inside of me. “I need you.” He growls, littering the crook of my neck with sloppy kisses. He positions us just so on the swing, readying us to begin when he deems necessary.
“P-Please use me, s-sir-r!” I mumble in the base of his neck, feeling high on this pleasure-filled pain.
“I live to serve.”
I gasp as he starts moving his hips inside of my center, bucking up into my body with a fevered pace instantly. The swing moves back and forth and I feel like the motion is going to make me feel his body sliding in and out of me too well. I cling to him for dear life, my grip surely bruising him or harming him in some way as he slides in and out of my slicked out center at a brutal rhythm.
Tears find my eyes again as he nips at my neck, marking me up with tender love bites. I’m a howling, moaning mess, losing my sanity. I am finally full of Seokjin’s girth, filling me up beyond desire.
Seokjin kisses my lips then in his, melting our mouths together in a hurry. He holds my face in his palms, grunting and groaning for me, and only me. His tongue enters my mouth in search of something unknown, moaning into my lips laced together with his hot mouth connected with my pink tongue. He rolls his saliva coated tongue into mine in haste, need seeping into my senses, consuming my thoughts as he thrusts up in me, using the swing as a propellant to ease us forward and backward.
“Feels...so-o..good~!” I moan in between our passionate kisses.
Seokjin just growls like a feral animal in response. The tip of his cock kisses my cervix continuously, brushing past a spot inside of me that instantly makes me quake. He rockets himself against me, rutting his body against my core in sync with his hips slamming into mine. Seokjin expels filth from his mouth about filling me to the brim with his seed, seeing my stomach swollen and full of his children, his warm breath hitting my ear making me shudder in response.
I can’t focus, my climax getting ready to pop at any moment. Wet noises fill the dark room, as Seokjin’s rough speed of his length in and out of my molten, wet center continues. My erect nipples swirl on his pale chest, circling quickly as he bounces me up and down his giant cock, swinging through the air like some sexual trapeze artist.
“Are you going to be good to me?” He asks me, smirk present in his tone, pace almost blinding now as he pushes in and out of me with a need so heavy and strong I can practically smell it rising from his skin. “Are you going to let me fill you up, my little doll?” Seokjin snarls into my skin.
“Pleaseeeee!” I practically scream, eyes flying open as he hits my center at just the right spot that makes me see white.
“Ah-ah!” He tsks. “What do we say?”
“Please, sir!” I mewl and gasp, thighs quaking in his hold, my juices squelching out of me as he continues to thrust into my sensitive molten core. “Seokjin!” I cry while he growls into the scorching skin of my neck inhaling sharply as he slams his hips into my shivering body. “Sir!”
Seokjin grunts, cock spurting his seed into me with a need so raw, so feral he finds his footing hard to maintain on the swing, stilling us from moving about, holding my hips tightly down upon him. He sucks harshly on my skin as he too shudders and grunts, biting down on the crook of my neck, stretching my clenching walls around his member as he fills me with his hot white seed.
My cries of pleasure fill the small room, my pleasure-filled haze coming to a close as Seokjin shifts us - still joined together - to the bed in the middle of the room. I hold onto Seokjin as he keeps his seed inside of me, feeling like I just had the ride of my life on top of him. My climax dies down, my first high fading away, fog around my brain being lifted temporarily as my nails rake over shoulders I’ve definitely marked up.
A cool, damp towel appears with a wave of his arms, stroking my middle with it delicately cleaning up the mess I’ve made. “How does it feel to be connected with the devil?” Seokjin sneers as he pulls out of me, making my center ache and twitch for him.
My eyes grow wide and my lips part but before I can say anything Jungkook bursts in the room.
“Am I late?” Jungkook pants as he looks awestruck by me on the bed.
“For a very important date.” I gaze back to Seokjin who is now fully dressed, smirking that soft, playful smile like he usually does at Mr. Jeon. “Don’t worry, I was just getting her ready for you, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook eyes him with narrowed orbs, but buys the lie Seokjin is selling and proceeds to strip himself of his white waistcoat. “What is on the menu tonight?” His red-rimmed irises bore into mine and I feel self-conscious suddenly. He circles the bed in the manner like that of a wolf would as he finishes stripping himself of any dressy garments, though his slacks remain on.
“The one you most desire out of everything in this world.” Seokjin purrs, stepping up to take his seat on his pedestal high above us.
Is he going to watch us?
“Fuck,” Jungkook growls, dropping to his knees in front of the bed suddenly. He pulls me closer to him by my ankles, throwing my thighs apart so my center is exposed to him in the rawest form. He stares at my glistening middle as I try to close my legs with a little, pathetic whimper.
“Don’t.” The rabbit-like man moans wantonly, holding onto my ankles loosely. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, you know that, right?” His hands glide up my thighs achingly slow, holding me in pace for his eyes to ravage as they please.
The fire in my lower stomach has returned, hungry and ready to go for more.
His warm fingertips make it to my inner thighs, kneading the flesh there tenderly, so close to my throbbing core that I almost beg him with a cry to dip down into me, but I refrain, hanging on to every trace or brush of his hands against my scorching flesh.
“What do you want, my darling?” He groans into my inner thigh, lips ghosting my sensitive flesh there, inching closer to my heated skin with his upper body.
“Please.” I finally ask, begging, almost choking out the word, forgetting Seokjin watching us from above.
His dominant hand finally finds my nether lips, tracing them up and down with his two longest fingers but not exactly touching me where I am aching quite yet. “Please what?” He teases, stroking me up and down slowly, holding his feral gaze in mine, amber eyes seemingly on fire.
“Please, Jungko-“
He slaps my middle with little force or malice behind it, but I jolt, mewling aloud, wanting him to secretly do it again.
Jungkook goes back to tracing my lips in the middle of my body, smug smirk seated on his devilishly handsome face. “You are so wet, darling.” He slaps me again, though this time I want it more than I’d actually care to admit.
“Jung-” I choke on my words.
He slaps me again, this time with slightly more force behind his fingertips. I hiss out a breath, staring at him with my mouth slightly ajar, brows turned up, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes already.
“I have to have a taste.” He kisses my inner thigh as he slowly traces his thumb over my slicked out folds.
I let out a wanton cry as he hums into my thighs, growling low and deep. I swear there’s a smile in his voice as he works with his mouth and fingertip in tandem. “Mine.” He breathes, sucking on the sensitive flesh of my innermost thigh, marking me with a throaty growl.
“J-Jungkook..!”
I am a mess. I let loose a series of pants, breathless moans as he works my coil in the pit of my stomach tighter with every brush or groan he grants my hot body. I am melting under Jungkook’s touch, my body feeling sticky, arousal dripping from my middle while he circles my delicate clit.
His thumb was increasing his pace of gliding over my bundle of nerves, still slow, still making my breathing become erratic, but the desire for Jungkook to do more was driving me insane. I’ve had a taste of sex and look at me wanting more. I didn’t know if I could be in the position to ask for more. But I wanted him to place those perfect, beautiful sinful lips on my molten core. Jungkook’s breath fans over my middle as he continues to stroke me down there.
I miss the twitch confined to the middle of his pants from the man watching us from above with eager need.
As if sensing my need, his tongue swipes a slow stripe through my folds, the cool of his muscle against my exposed center making me black out for a moment, the sensation far too much for me to bear with right now. His snort of laughter brings me back to reality as he swirls his pink tongue at my empty entrance.
Jungkook laps at my folds as if he is a starved man, hungry, desperate for his next meal. I keen, gripping onto the base of his golden torso as laps at me. I’d think grounding myself on top of Jungkook’s head would make me saner, gripping his strands of hair as he goes to town in my middle. But really, it makes me feel completely mad, like I’ve gone insane.
The feral, untamed animal-like noises that escape his throat drive me absolutely wild, my skin on fire with need and want. My nails cling to his scalp, dragging him closer to my middle as he ravages my core. He maneuvers his two longest fingers through the glossy slick, lubing his digits to breach my entrance.
“Jungkook!” I gasp, choking on my words as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers, splitting my velvet walls to open for him.
Jungkook swirls his tongue over my little pearl of sensitive nerves, lapping and sucking my flesh like he's never eaten a thing in his life. He continues his very audible growling and moaning, husk in his voice incredibly thick.
“Let go, baby.” He coos into my middle as I jolt and shake, his digits brushing past the most delicious spot deep inside of my clenching walls. “Give me your release.”
His words finally tip me over the edge.
I tighten my hold on him, gritting my teeth in the process. My head falls backward on the sheets, eyes screwed closed as Jungkook slurps every inch of my middle clean, not leaving anything to go to waste.
“Kookie,” I sputter out, the feeling of his tongue and fingers becoming too much for me. “I-I’m c-c-cumming-!”
As I say the last of my words, the world comes undone around me for the second time today, my tight coil finally popping. Blinding white stars coat my vision for a second, my body shivering and shaking as I drip out onto the flat of Jungkook’s tongue.
He laps up my sensitive hole up with more snarls, more feral noises escaping his body. Tears flow down my face as I unhinge my nails from his silky blonde strands, trying to push him away from my overly sensitive flesh with pathetic mewls of protest escaping my throat.
More. My brian prompts me to continue to sate my undying lust burning inside of me. I need more.
“Jungkook,” I beg while his tongue still explores my throbbing hole, giving my sensitive skin rapt attention. “Jungkookie. Please. I c-can’t.” I tug at his blinde hair gently, trying to get him to stop teasing me with his tongue.
He doesn't stop and I can only think of one thing to ask before I lose my damn mind with him between my thighs.
“Jungkook.” I shudder, high building up once more. “Please fuck me.”
Everything in the room stills, the only sound heard was our heavy breathing.
He looks up from my sensitive core, brows knit together as he looks into my eyes with such a passionate gaze of uncertainty. My juices were coating the bottom half of his face, his blonde hair is in a state of disarray, as he proceeds to slowly rise to his feet, looking over me on the bed.
“What?” He questions incredulously down at my fucked out form. Jungkook looks at me as if I am the most fragile thing in the world, as if I would burst into flames at any moment. “My darling, my love, there’s no going back if we-“
“I know.” I smirk up to the gorgeous gangster in all of the Windy City. “I want this too.”
His nostrils flare, his eyes widen, and his gaze softens. Jungkook looks down at me with something akin to lust, which makes my heart rate increase...
“Up.” He commands, raw husk pouring out of his tone as he starts to undo his pants, the zipper noise almost jarring in the quiet of the night.
I do as I’m told. I’ve fallen far down the rabbit hole now, I think as I shift on the bed. Standing was a little difficult as he’s just given me one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. I keep my eyes glued to Jungkook. His hands travel sensually down his tiny waist to his slacks he unbuttons. I am gasping, unable to take my eyes off the very beautiful sight of his thick cock bouncing, finally free from the confines of his dress pants. The tip was red and angry, a bead of precum adorning the slit of his mushroom-like head. He was long, girthy, and I want nothing more than it inside of myself at this very moment.
Jungkook grips the base of his cock with his hand while he steps out of his pants, giving his shaft a few pumps up and down while I watch with an open mouth.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.” He confesses softly, reaching for me with his free hand. I inch closer to him, gliding my hands over his defined body, admiring his lithe, yet sturdy frame. My fingers hungrily trace every ridge, every contour of his golden torso. Jungkook was so warm, so wonderful, and I am slightly kicking myself for not giving into him sooner. “To have you,” he continues, kissing up the side of my neck.
“Please.” I beg him again, eyes flickering back and forth between his.
“Turn around.” He leans in to kiss me with passionate need. His lips molding into mine as I cling to him for more. I taste my essence on his tongue which makes me whimper into his strong hold. “I’m going to fuck you now, my love.”
Again, I don’t need to be told twice as he guides me to where he wants me, bending me at the waist so my fingers dig into the unkept sheets below, my backside open and exposed to him.
“So pretty for me.” I hear the grin in his deep rumble. Jungkook slaps my bottom, granting him a hiss to escape my throat. I whine when he does it softly several more times, making my head soar.
I hear him spit before I feel the extra saliva lubricant coat my backside, the cool of his juices combined with mine was driving me up a wall.
“Jungkook!” I gasp.
He groans when I call for him, pushing his fat head of a cock at my aching, empty hole, wanting him to finally join the two of us.
“Darling,” he sounds like he’s straining to hold back. “Baby, please, fuck!” He grunts, splitting my walls inch by agonizingly slowly. I moan as he stretches me wide, entering me like he owns me.
He thrusts inside of me all the way with one snap of his hips suddenly. A cry leaves my lips along with a strangled one from the man inside of me. My eyes widen as I realize that he’s not going to go easy on me tonight, he’s going to fuck me on his terms. I was in for a wild ride this evening.
Jungkook leans the front of himself over my sticky back, pressing our heated flesh together more, growling to the outside shell of my ear, nipping the flesh under my lobe while sliding in and out of me with a brutal pace he’s set.
“Baby…” he moans in my ear, the deep purr vibrating throughout his body making my breathing hitch and sob. His hips snapping into mine with a rhythm, I swear, no human man could ever achieve. Liquid was flowing down my eyes as the push and pull of Jungkook slamming his giant cock into my velvet folds repeatedly already had me tearing the sheets in two with my nails.
“Jung! Ah! Kook!”
Seokjin glides his hand over his cock from above the bed, matching the rhythm Jungkook’s hips produce, enjoying the wonderful show.
I gasp this over and over like a prayer falling from my lips. My eyes are squeezed shut, my body hot with the raw purpose to feel Jugnkook inside of my heated center. His cock pushes in and out of me at a fevered pace, making my vision blur, seeing far too many white stars.
My brain is fuzzy as he hits the spot inside of me that blinds me, pleasure swimming in my veins. My third climax was surely on the way.
“Baby,” Jungkook grunts, one of his arms snaking up my torso, his long fingers finding one of my bouncing breasts. He starts pinching my erect nipple, holding on to me tighter as we slide back and forth off of one another.
My coil was wound so tight, I don’t know if I’d be able to last much longer. Especially not with Jungkook’s fingers attaching to my hardened nipple, his lips to the crook of my neck, and his cock slamming in and out of my clenching middle with a fevered need.
He bucks into me faster, my walls clamping down on him, my coil about to pop, about to burst forth again. I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs shaking violently. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I am clawing at the heart patterned sheets.
“Jungkook! I-“ I mewl, but I don’t get to finish my thought.
In a split second, Jungkook pulls out of my middle, flipping me over and letting me fall onto my back so I could be face to face with him. Jungkook climbs on top of me quickly, wanting to resume his feverish pace immediately, hunger and need in his amber gaze. He settles between my legs, pushing himself back into my slicked out center easily, restarting from where he last left off.
I gasp when he enters me, clinging to his shoulders, holding him while the lewd squelching noises in the room continue to grow, faster, louder. He grips onto my hips, guiding me at a blinding speed I didn’t know he could achieve. Is he a victim of the devil as well?
Sweat was pouring off our bodies, my brain unable to produce a sane thought as he grunts and moans my name, his red orbs never leaving my face as he rockets his cock into my folds like it was his job.
It happens again, the very right feeling deep inside of my body, the one that makes me grit my teeth, that makes me see hundreds of tiny white stars.
“Jung! Kook~!” I scream into the quiet room, tears flowing from my hues as I card my fingers through his blonde strands, trying to make a purchase on his roots.
My hands travel down his backside as he snarls, “I’m going to make you my wife! Not some wannabe from the Northside!” Jungkook huffs, his movements slowing down, one of his thumbs finding my folds again, circling my aching clit in hurry - a stark contrast to earlier. “I’m going to claim you as my own.”
Seokjin smiles like he’s just won the lottery, masturbating to the sight of both his clients intertwined, fucking onto each other with unbridled lust. He comes then watching his new toy’s back arch, breasts in the air, Jungkook’s frame pounding into her with hungry trepidation.
I grab onto the ample flesh of his bottom, feeling the world come tumbling around myself once more. Letting my body shake and quake on top of the sheets, my third orgasm taking me by force. I feel complete - feel whole for some reason. I am so completely taken aback with the storm rippling through my body in pleasureful tremors, one right after the other, I cannot even begin to breathe properly.
He lets a feral snarl rip through his body as he pumps into my leaking middle a few more times, my whole being consumed by Jungkook. He leans over me, sucking my neck colors of purples and dark reds and I scream as his cock swells inside of my velvet walls, releasing his own essence into my womb, holding him there like a vice grip as he spurts his seed deep inside of me.
Once our highs come to a close, I run my fingers through his hair, his throbbing cock still joined inside of my middle. We both pant, holding the other for dear life, finally together, and fulfilled with one other. Jungkook kisses along my jaw, moaning my name, telling me what an amazing baby doll I am as his cock finally softens inside of my aching cunt.
“Bravo.” Seokjin claps as he walks down the wooden stairs. “You both did very well!” He chuckles darkly. I squeak in surprise. I forgot he was there and I scramble to cover myself with the soiled sheets.
“Okay, Kim,” Jungkook says as he kisses my nose, pulling out and picking up my clothes and handing them to me. He dresses in his undergarments and dress pants quickly, buttoning them up as he turns to the man all in green. “You had your show.” I listen as I dress myself with haste, back turned to the two men. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked: invested the money overseas, gotten rid of the competition and family in this lovely city, got you a new “Alice”, and even let you watch us play ball. I think it’s time to set us free.”
“Yes,” the mad man snickers, darkness clouding his tone, “you both have served me well. But nobody is leaving my perfectly curated speakeasy.”
I turn around and my heart is dropping to the floor. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face as I clench my jaw in guilt.
“But, I’m afraid you both made a deal with me, and I don’t give up my new toys so easily.” Seokjin caresses Jungkook’s face in his pale hand, while holding my gaze with a sense of gentle anger. “You can’t always get what you want. But hey, look on the bright side: at least you have each other.”
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A Future with You
A/N: Hi everyone! So, I had the idea for this fluffy little piece, and I had to write it during the weekend. It's not really proof readed so forgive me for any mistakes. I got really insecure about my writing, and how I write Angel, so any feedback is greatly appretiated. Enjoy the rest of the weekend, and have a beautiful week <3
Summary: Angel meets with your son for the first time.
WARNING: none, it’s fluffy
At first, you were nervous to tell Angel that you have a 4 years old son, Luke.
To your biggest surprise, Angel loved the fact, and he couldn’t wait to meet with him, but unfortunately Angel was really busy in the past few weeks, with all the club business, the rebels, and doing shifts at the scrapyard.
That’s when you decided to bring Luke to the scrapyard to meet with Angel, since your son was restless about meeting this badass biker you told him about.
You knew that once Luke and Angel met, there’s no going back from this.
They either would really like each other, or really don’t, and if your son doesn’t like Angel, then you have to break up with him, since you don’t want your son to be around someone he doesn’t like.
But it also was important for Angel to like Luke, since if things would go nicely, he would become a father figure for him.
You take a deep breath before you take Luke’s small hand into yours and walk into the scrapyard with him.
You hear him say a ‘wow’ excitedly as he looked around, and it didn’t take long until you spotted Angel, who was working on his bike.
He was wearing a sleeveless green Romero Brothers shirt, his tattooed arms are on full display, making you lick your lips.
He didn’t saw you coming, not until the point you were close enough for him to hear you say:
“Hey there, handsome.”
Angel wasn’t expecting to hear your voice, but he immediately recognised it, making him look up from his work.
With a smile on his face, he looked up at you, but his smile faded quickly as he looked at the little boy next to you.
Luke was hiding behind your leg, suddenly being shy in front of the tall, intimidating looking biker in front of him.
“I know you’re busy” you start nervously “but someone couldn’t wait to meet with you.”
Angel’s eyes shift back at you, then back to your son.
Nervously, he wipes his hands clean, then he walks up to you.
With a smile on his face, he squats down to be on the same eye level as Luke, then reaches his hand out to your son, who’s still intimidated.
“I’m Angel.”
Your toddler looks at the big hand in front of him, then reaching his tiny hand out to shake it.
Angel couldn’t help but smile when he wraps his fingers around Luke’s tiny ones, his smile makes the 4 years old smile too.
“Do you want to see what I’m working on?” The biker asks the toddler, who suddenly jumped from behind your legs, his previous nervousness disappeared so quickly as he looked at the bikes behind Angel.
“Yes!” Luke said enthusiastically, taking Angel’s hand as he led the toddler to the bikes.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest as you watched your boyfriend with your son, all your worries going away when you see how much they like each other already.
“When I grow up I want to be like you!” You hear Luke say excitedly.
The toddler’s words meant so much to Angel, he could feel his eyes fill with tears.
Having a father who never actually loved him made Angel think ten times more about having a child, and his lifestyle was also something that worried him when it came to having a family. He never thought that he’d be worthy to be a father, he was way too insecure about many things, and he didn’t want to fuck someone’s life up, since he already fucked up his.
But having Luke around, even if it was only for a few minutes, he started to change his mind.
Angel started to think about how he wants to spend his whole life with you and Luke, and how much he wants to have his little family to grow.
“Luke, it’s time to go.” You call for your son.
“Nnnnoooo! Mommy please!” He says with a pout, and puppy eyes.
“C’mon baby, it’s lunch time, and we showed up uninvited.” You say.
You really didn’t want to bother Angel at his work, and Luke needed to have lunch soon, then take his nap.
“Mi dulce, it’s really fine.” Angel says, trying to convince you to stay a little longer.
You look at him, and you can tell that he actually means it, and wants to spend more time with the two of you.
You look away from Angel, down to your son.
“Aren’t you hungry, Luke?”
You see your son think for a second before he looks at the ground, kicking some dirt.
“I am.” He says faintly “but I want to stay with Angel.” Luke pouts again.
“I’m coming with you then.” Angel shrugs.
“Angel…” you try to protest, but Angel was having none of it.
“It’s going to be fine! I’ll go talk to Bishop.” And with that, Angel was on his way to the clubhouse.
You follow him with your eyes, worrying that you caused any problem for him.
Luke taking your hand snapped you out from your thoughts, making you look down at him with a smile.
“I like him!” He smiles at you.
You brush your fingers through his hair, making him giggle.
“I like him too, peanut.” You tell him, then see Angel walk out from the clubhouse.
“Alright, I got like an hour, so let’s go and eat.”
“Can we take your bike?” Luke asks the biker excitedly.
“Absolutely not!” Angel and You both say in unison.
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10 minutes later you walk into one of your local diners, looking for a booth for the three of you.
“Can I sit next to you?” Luke asks from Angel, taking the biker’s hand in his tiny ones as he looks up at him.
“Of course you can!” Angel smiles down at him.
Angel helped Luke sit inside the booth, then sitting down next to him, you in front of them.
“Alright, little man, what would you like to eat?” Angel asks your son.
“Hamburger!”
Angel looks at you with raised eyebrows, and a smile on his face “Okay, mami, can we get hamburgers for lunch?”
You sigh dramatically “How could I say no to my favourite boys?”
Luckily, the diner had menus for children, so Luke didn’t get a normal sized hamburger.
All three of you had so much fun during lunch, Luke absolutely adored being around Angel, and you could tell that Angel liked to be around Luke too.
“Mama, I have a serious question.” Luke starts, his expression is just as serious as his question will be.
“Can I get some ice cream?”
Angel laughs at the toddler’s question, he wasn’t expecting his serious question would be about ice cream.
“You know what?” You asked “You can.”
“We should get some too.” Angel offers.
You order ice cream for everyone, Luke wanted chocolate flavoured, you chose your favourite one, and Angel got caramel flavour.
While waiting for your ice creams, Luke was checking out Angel’s tattoos that were still on display in the sleeveless shirt.
“You can touch them if you want.” Angel tells the toddler as he pushes his tattooed arm closer to him.
Luke hesitantly traced his tiny fingers over Angel’s skin, admiring the black ink decorating his skin.
“Can I have tattoos too?” Luke looks at you curiously.
“When you’re old enough, yes.” You agree.
“Old like Angel?”
“Did you just call me old?” Angel looks down at Luke, pretending to be offended from his question.
You see Luke think for a few seconds before he simply says “Yeah.”
Angel dramatically places a hand over his chest, his mouth is open from the hurt he pretends he feels.
The scene makes both You and Luke laugh, Angel eventually joining too, as he can’t hold his laughter anymore.
“To be fair, you are actually older than both of us.” You add.
“Never heard any complain before.” Angel raised his eyebrows at you.
“Oh, I’m not complaining! I was simply stating the truth.”
Angel doesn’t have the chance to reply as the waitress walks up to your table, placing your ice creams in front of you.
You were having a casual, fun conversation with your boyfriend, Luke was too busy with enjoying his ice cream.
When he was finished, Angel was still eating his, it was placed on the table.
Angel’s full attention was on you as he talked, but you saw Luke move closer to him with his spoon in his hands, and with a quick move he took a spoonful of Angel’s ice cream.
“Luke!” You laugh, your mouth dropped open from the surprise.
Angel, just as surprised as you, looked down next to him, seeing Luke snickering with the spoon in his mouth.
“He stole from your ice cream.” You inform Angel when you see that he’s totally clueless about what just happened.
Angel grabs his ice cream and holds it towards Luke “Do you want some more?”
Luke hesitates, then shakes his head “No, thank you.”
By the time you finish the rest of your ice creams, Luke was sleepy, ready for his afternoon nap.
Angel paid for the bill, and when he saw that Luke was about to fall asleep, he offered to carry him.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do this.” You tell Angel, but he already lifted Luke up, and the toddler automatically wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck.
The biker caressed his back, making Luke snuggle against him more.
The sight of Angel holding Luke, and how your son peacefully was dozing off on Angel, and how much Angel already cares about Luke makes your heart melt, and you suddenly feel the urge to have a baby with your boyfriend.
“I’m sure.” Angel kisses you sweetly on the lips.
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Luke was still asleep when you dropped off Angel at the scrapyard, none of you wanted to wake him up to say goodbye.
This caused Luke to cry when he woke up and he realised Angel wasn’t with him anymore.
You had to call Angel so he could talk with Luke, calming the crying toddler down. At the end of the conversation, you heard the biker promise Luke that he will be there to read him a bedtime story.
Angel’s promise made the toddler stop crying immediately, making him all excited about the evening to come.
You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Luke, and watching his favourite cartoons before it was time for lunch, then later for his bath.
“Where’s Angel, mommy?” Luke asks you, sitting on the bed in his pajamas.
“I’m sure he’ll be here soon, baby.”
As soon as you said this, you heard a faint knock on the door.
“Angel!” Luke yelled as he got up from his bed, running towards the front door.
You open the door, only to find a fresh looking Angel standing there, in his jeans and a plaid shirt.
Luke immediately jumped on Angel, making the biker lift him up as he stepped inside your house.
“I hope I’m not too late.” He says as he kicks his shoes off.
“Just in time.” You answer sweetly.
You follow Angel as he takes Luke to his room, the sound of your son’s laugh filled the house from Angel’s tickling.
“Alright, little man. It’s time to go to bed.” Angel gently places Luke down on his bed, tucking the toddler in.
“What do we read tonight?”
“The Cat in the Hat!” Luke explains excitedly.
Angel sat down on Luke’s bed, the book open on his lap.
You place a gentle kiss on your son’s forehead, wishing him a goodnight as you walk out of his room, leaving him with Angel.
20 minutes later Angel joins you in the kitchen, kissing your cheek when he stops next to you.
“He’s asleep.” He informs you as he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close to his body.
“Are you hungry?” You ask Angel. “I put some of the dinner away for you.”
“I could eat, thank you.” Angel kisses your neck before he lets you go and sits down to the kitchen table.
“There you go.” You kiss Angel on the lips as you put the plate down in front of him.
You sit down at the table too, looking at him eat before you speak.
“Thank you for today.” You say sincerely “You didn’t have to do all this what you just did, we showed up uninvited. I hope we didn’t cause any trouble for you.”
“Querida, I loved to do all of this.” Angel answers “Bishop understood, and I loved to spend time with you.”
“Thank you.” You smile “You’re really good with him. And he really likes you already.”
“I like him too. He’s a great kid.”
“You know,” you start nervously “he deserves a father figure like you.”
You see Angel swallow nervously “I’m scared shitless. To be a father. I’m afraid I’ll fuck this up, I’ll ruin his life. But spending this day with the two of you made me realise how much I want to be a part of this, all of this. Raising him, taking care of him, going to his school programs to support him, and one day when we are ready to have more babies.”
“I understand your worries, all of them.” You reach your hand to take Angel’s in yours, caressing your thumb over his tattooed hand “But I’m here with you. I don’t expect you to do everything from the first moment! But I do appreciate everything that you do. And we don’t have to rush things! Baby steps, Angel, baby steps. And we do this together.”
Angel squeezes your hand “Together.”
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