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Ugh I feel bad about this because I always found the routine soothing when I had Layla, but I'm gonna have to stop giving Stoli toppls at bedtime. He has become an absolute terror if I want to stay in the living room past 11:30pm. He paces around, stares at me, yawns, whines, paces more, stares more, jumps on and off the couch. I can't take it anymore!!! He can get a cookie or a small bully stick to bridge the gap of eliminating the routine. I can't stand being pestered like this. It's not soothing anymore.
#anyway.#this routine was started for when he was on prozac#and struggling w a crate#it was a very easy way to give him and layla their meds#and give him a reason to enjoy the crate#but instead#now he sucks down his toppl#and starts whining/pawing at the door of the crate and stares at me.#over a year of this and the routine has never changed#why does he think ill let him back out lol?#anyway all that to say#it ends now#i shant be pestered for wanting to lay on the couch past 11:30pm#BUT AJ!! COULDNT YOU JIST GIVE IT TO HIM AND CRATE HIM AND GO BACK TO THE LIVING ROOM?#yes. i could. but its the pestering that drives me nuts.#he will also whine/complain if i leave and it wakes my partner up
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linebeck is probably so god damn paranoid all of the time
#like not even just. oh he's probably an anxious guy. hes def at least jumpy and his way of living puts him at risk of monster attacks#hes got some other person on the sea just straight up gunning to kill him whenever she sees him#he probably spends a lot of time agonizing abt how he should act in front of people on islands and putting his stories in order#linebeck#phantom hourglass#he has a crate in his ship near the wheel that he uses to hide in he likely struggles with fighting hes completely alone#he clearly does all of his ship maintenance alone and knows how to do it- but he does all of it alone#you know he's got some serious anxiety problems at the least. no fucking wonder he looks so rough#i imagine he prefers people who help him feel at ease like people he could rely on to protect him and keep an eye out#having link around lets him relax for sure though i dont imagine his paranoia gets too much better#in post ph having something of a crew around is a big help to like. help him relax and deal with all of those other mental illnesses#i imagine linebeck is generally kind of nervous and needs a friend. like those cheetahs with support dogs#in the bellum x linebeck fic linebeck's paranoia and issues around being alone and at risk are p important?#linebeck finding out that bellum is following and protecting him gives him a fuckton of peace of mind#linebeck seems like hed really benefit from hanging out w/ someone who makes him feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable#hes likely introverted but god he needs a friend to keep him from being on edge all of the time#salty talks#hes probably a lil better on islands? or at least islands with people on them. at least then his ship is in less danger#i was just thinkin abt this recently. like the idea of a short fic abt him just being fucking paranoid pre-canon#like a scene of him mopping the deck and. thinking. and spiraling really easily and becoming paranoia very quickly#he has issues <3
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The Arkham Knight
jason todd x fem!reader
aka the arkham knight goes after the crevice in the red hoods armor
warnings: typical canon violence, threats to the reader including death & implied sa, nonconsensual touching for reader (not nsfw), reader gets cut with a knife, character death (not reader or jason), angst w comfort
**for the sake of this, we're going to pretend that the arkham knight isn't jason -- or that he's from an alternate universe or something if you prefer. in any case, red hood & the arkham knight co-exist in this fic
You wake up to a sensation that takes you a moment to place. Your eyes are still closed and the word conscious is barely even applicable to you, but still, you feel it.
There’s a hand wrapped around your neck.
Given that it's about one in the morning at this point and it’s not uncommon for your boyfriend to get very touchy after coming home from patrol, you didn’t dwell much on it.
His thumb strokes across your skin delicately, applying no real force with his grip.
You don’t feel his arm, though. Usually, you’d expect to feel the weight of at least his arm on you, as he laid next to you, hand resting on your neck. But you just feel his hand. No other weight on the bed at all, actually. Like he’s standing next to it.
That is something to dwell on, you think. You open your eyes and almost scream, before the hand on your neck swiftly clamps down over your mouth.
“Shhh.” he hushes.
You probably wouldn’t be too much less scared if it were some random burglar, but it’s not. You look at the helmet hovering above you and you recognize it instantly. That’s the Arkham Knight. Jason hadn’t said much about him but you know he’s been having altercations with him recently from the news.
Standard enough.
What’s not so standard is one of Red Hood’s enemies in your apartment, in your bedroom. That means he knows who Jason is. Not good. Not good at all.
The Knight uses his free hand to yank you up by your arm into a sitting position. Your thoughts are still going a mile a minute trying to process what the hell is happening when he hauls you over his shoulder.
You start to fight back, thrashing in his hold and hitting his back with as much force as you can muster, but you’re not surprised it doesn’t do much. This guy’s as big as Jason and it doesn’t take a vigilante to figure out that this is a fight you can’t win.
He jostles you on his shoulder a little bit, murmuring, “Easy, sweetheart. We’re just going on a little trip.”
You continue struggling against him and when you reach the apartment building hallway you start shouting, though you’re quickly shut up by him.
He plops you down on your feet, hands gripping your shoulders tightly. “Don’t make me hurt you.” He warns with venom.
If you’re going to get away it could only be now. But you saw the gun holstered to his thigh and based on the little that you know about him, he will shoot anyone that tries to help you without hesitation.
So you let him shove you outside and into the backseat of a black car without a fight, only starting to feel the consequences with the way he holds you incredibly close with a tight grip throughout the ride.
You end up at a warehouse at the edge of the city, filled with crates and storage containers that you’re assuming are stocked with weapons. Soldiers line the perimeters and block the exits, though you didn’t have much of a mind to try and run from the Arkham Knight anyways. The metallic glint off his gun from the lights warn you every time he moves.
He has you sat on a chair as he leans against a crate in front of you, not bothering to have tied your hands. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush to do anything with you, if anything, the way he idly lazes implies that he’s waiting for something. Waiting for Jason, you’d guess. A long fifteen or so minutes goes by—you know so because you counted the seconds in your head as an attempt to keep your mind away from the killer in front of you.
You’re dressed only in a loose t-shirt and sleep shorts, the Gotham night air bitter on your skin. It only gives you all the more reason to curl up into yourself, doing your best to cover your body.
He tilts your face to the side with the barrel of his gun. “You are a pretty thing, aren’t you? I can see why he keeps you.”
You snap your head away, eyes down and looking to the concrete floor. The sleeve of your shirt slips from your shoulder and you quickly yank it back up, much to the amusement of the Knight.
His shoulders shake lightly as he relaxes the gun to his side, “So, what? S’he your boyfriend or r’you just fucking each other?”
You try to keep your face neutral, keeping your eyes glued on the ground. “I just help patch him up sometimes. I don’t even know who he is.”
He takes a deep breath. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you just lied to me, but only because I already know the answer.” He pulls you in close and kisses the side of your head with his helmet before whispering in your ear, “Don’t lie to me again.”
You try not to let your shoulders shake as bad as they want to, though you’re sure he knows exactly how frightened you are anyways.
You huff quietly, attempting to show more courage than you have. “So what, all this for ransom? Just to piss him off?”
He tilts his head at you wryly, “No, I’m going to put a bullet in his head.”
Your mouth snaps shut.
“Ah. Yeah, if you were just fucking you wouldn’t have that look on your face right now.” He tuts, patting your cheek.
A series of gunshots outside the warehouse has you jumping in your seat.
The Knight claps his hands together, “Oh, here we go!”
He stands abruptly and pulls you up with him roughly, wrapping his arms around you to pin you against his chest, resting the chin of his helmet on your shoulder. The few men scattered around the room drop one by one, quickly, though the Arkham Knight pays them no regard.
“Back away from her.” The modulated voice of his helmet calls out sharply. You can’t quite tell where he is, but he sounds up high—maybe in the rafters or set up at one of the windows.
“Easy, Hood. Pays to be mindful of the stakes.” He pushes your chin up with the barrel of the gun.
You can’t see him but you have a feeling he’s got his gun trained on you, waiting for the Knight to give him a decent shot.
You can tell how incensed he is, even from the distance as he shouts, “Put the gun down. Now.”
The Knight tsks, “Don’t make me do something I’ll kind of regret. She’s got too pretty of a face to die so soon.” He squeezes your cheeks as you try to pull your head away from his hands, with no avail. “And so messy.”
His free hand travels down your neck and squeezes. You try not to look scared, both to spite the Knight and for the sake of Jason’s concentration.
He backs you up into a mess of crates, gun persistently pointed to your head, and he yanks you down with him to duck behind them. You’re both mostly obscured from view, though you think the tops of your heads might still be visible from the angle Jason’s at.
“I’m not asking twice.”
The Knight ignores his threat, continuing on, “No, no, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of her for you, Hood. She won’t miss a thing.” His glove drifts down your side, squeezing your waist.
Jason fires again, hitting startlingly close to the Knight’s head.
You take the momentary distraction to knee him in the groin which only makes him tighten his grip on you. “Oh, you…” he grunts. “You are a fighter, aren’t you?”
You sneer at him, “Fuck—” he yanks your hair roughly, pulling you into a better angle for him to hold onto you. “You.”
He squeezes your arm very hard, calling out, “On second thought, Jace, I’m thinking about cutting her open and letting her bleed out right here.”
He puts his gun in the holster before one of his hands pulls the bottom of your shirt up, the other flipping out a blade that he presses flat against your stomach. The knife is cold against your skin and the sensation is what allows you to finally admit to yourself that you’re scared.
This is somehow a hell of a lot more terrifying than the gun and you can’t swallow the fact that you’re one unlucky move away from being gutted in an abandoned warehouse at the edge of Gotham. Jason’s quiet and you can’t be sure that he’s not injured or stuck dealing with more soldiers. You visibly shake at the thought of really being on your own now.
The Knight clicks his tongue, tilting his head down at you as he watches you tremble. “Aw, I’m sorry. Am I scaring you?” He knicks your skin, purring, “It’s not personal, sweetheart.” He lets the blade drag a bit, widening the size of the cut. “Well, not for you.”
You grimace at the feeling of being sliced open, trying your hardest not to give him any reaction. Your body involuntarily slides down to the ground until you’re on your back with him crouched above you.
He pulls the knife back and you both take in the sight of your blood lining the side of it. Your eyes well with tears as he points the end of the knife down at your stomach, readying to pierce your skin in a far less superficial way.
A gunshot fires far closer than you were prepared for, making your entire body jump. The fear becomes visceral then, because your automatic reaction to the noise was to assume that you had just been shot by the Arkham Knight. But in actuality, the Knight himself gets knocked to the floor, the shot having hit the side of his helmet. A flash of red out of the corner of your eye has you flinching, though it darts right past you and onto the Knight.
Hood slams him fully onto the ground by the shoulders, trying to remove his helmet so he can fire a shot that's actually effective. The Knight fights against him, pushing him off of him and reaching to draw his own gun.
You’re dragging yourself backwards, crawling away to safety. You keep going until you can’t see them anymore; you’re too scared to see it play out, too scared to help, too scared to think.
The clamor of grunts and punches landing drowns your senses as you try to fold in on yourself into the smallest ball possible on pure instinct.
A shot fires, though the sounds of struggling persist. Another shot, followed by a curse that you can’t make out who it came from. You can see debris littering the air around one of the crates where one of the shots must have hit. A few seconds go by before a third shot echoes out and the scuffle slows to a halt.
It’s quiet for the longest few moments of your life and in the panic, you begin to lose all sense of what you’re waiting for. You forget to look up when you hear someone approaching you rapidly, only finding cessation to your concern when a pair of hands grabs your face, pulling your head up so he can see you.
You’re only barely able to process that it’s your boyfriend knelt in front of you, blood splattered on his armor. You know this is good, you’re grateful to see him, but you can’t feel anything but panic.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, taking in your emotional state. “Are you hurt?” His helmet scans over you frantically, hands trying their best to remain gentle on your face.
You try, but you can’t push the words out of your mouth.
Honestly, you just want to see him, see his face so you can start to feel safe again. But the sight of another inanimate helmet is doing nothing to calm you, in spite of you wholeheartedly trusting the person under it with your life.
His gaze finds the small pool of blood seeping through your shirt. He rushes to lift your shirt up, fussing over the laceration. It’s about two inches wide, but it’s shallow enough that it won’t need stitches. Once he determines that you don’t need immediate medical attention, he drops your shirt back down, leveling his face to yours.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers desperately, “Baby. Talk to me,” he brushes hair out of your face gently and the contact makes you jump on instinct, your adrenaline nowhere near lowering. If you were in any real state of mind right now you’d feel awful for flinching like that when he touched you, you know exactly how sensitive that is for him. But right now, you didn’t even completely register that it was him that touched you.
Your eyes stay fixed on the concrete and the only response you can manage is a strangled hum and a shake of your head, no I can’t talk right now not right now not now
“Okay. Okay,” he lifts you up off the ground from your knees and holds you close, like he’s trying to prevent you from disappearing again. You’re staring blankly at his glove holding up your thigh, trying to center your focus on that instead of all the bodies in your peripheral or the memory of the blade pressed against your abdomen.
You don’t notice it, but he’s looking down at you constantly, scanning your face for anything, any signs of change.
The entire ride back to your apartment you’ve got a death grip around his torso and he’s thankful for it because he can’t have his hands on you while he’s driving the bike.
He gently helps you inside, handling you like your bones are made of float glass. His helmet finally comes off once you’re back home, but you’re a bit too out of it to even notice.
The wave of lucid emotions don’t kick in until he sets you gently on the bed and you realize you’re back in the place where you woke up to his hand around your throat. You can feel the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, the blood slowly starting to dry.
The tears fall before you could even realize that your eyes started watering and Jason could swear on his life that he physically felt his heart break.
You feel like a little kid the way you cry, chin low and shoulders shaking. You don’t even know what you want, what could possibly help right now.
“Can I touch you?” He asks in a strangled whisper, desperate to try anything he can to make this better for you. He absolutely hates that you have to be in such distress because of something that he brought into your life, something that he should’ve been able to prevent. He’d rather relive all his worst days again and again than see you so pained ever again.
You give no response so he takes the chance and does it anyway because he can’t stand to see you hurting so badly and while he just sits here watching. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap and into his chest. Thankfully, you respond in kind and squeeze your arms around him tightly, sobbing harder.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He presses his mouth against your head, trying to keep it together as you shake in his hold.
He won’t tell you this, especially not right now, but he was absolutely terrified. He couldn’t have gotten home more than ten minutes after you’d left, being met with little things ever so slightly out of place. The bedroom door ajar, when you usually keep it closed. The lamp in the living room that you always leave on for him was off. The bolt on the door was broken, the turn locks unlocked.
He’s panicked plenty of times before in false alarms, thinking you were gone or dead when in reality you’d just been tired and skipped a few steps in your nightly routine. So he kept his thoughts at bay as he crept into the bedroom, opening the door to find the bed empty, sheets oddly messy. He booked it down the hall and checked the bathroom, checked the spare room. Nothing. He’d whipped his phone out immediately and could literally feel his stomach drop when he heard your phone ringing in the bedroom.
It didn’t take him long to piece together what had happened, who had taken you. He’d been having increasing altercations with the Arkham Knight lately and they were beginning to get very annoyed with each other. Occasional accidental run-ins had given way to full on ambushes and planned assaults, leading both of the men to lose their patience quickly.
A couple nights earlier, mid-shootout, The Knight had shouted out something that should’ve raised flags for Jason. “I’d hate to let this get personal,” he’d said.
But he was in the heat of the fight and barely even allowed himself to register the words, let alone sift through their implication. That’s no excuse though, is it? He’s supposed to keep you safe, that’s his job—that’s his only job. He should’ve seen the tail that was following him, he should’ve installed better security measures at your apartment, he should’ve checked on you, should’ve stayed with you, should’ve left you alone all together. But he was selfish and careless and now you’re bleeding and traumatized from being pulled from your bed in the middle of the night, having a gun pushed in your face, and being cut by a psychopath.
You sit on his lap, completely zeroed in on the feeling of his touch and how drastically different it resonates than the Knight’s burning hold on you. Jason’s hands on you don’t have that scorching fire sensation, but warm and comforting like an emergency blanket. You can feel his Red Hood armor pressing into you uncomfortably, but you want more of it. You need more. You can’t possibly get enough of it right now.
“Please hold me tighter,” you pipe up for the first time in several minutes, your words are hushed and exerted. It makes you sound like you’re hiding, trying not to be caught.
He nearly squeezes the breath out of your lungs and it’s still not tight enough. The tears run out soon after and you sit lax against him. You focus on the feeling of his breath against you, his exhale wavering your hair a little. His breath is steadier than yours and you try to match up with him, but you’ve found that even in normal times, his breathing is always a little slower than yours.
There’s a nearly imperceptible creak of a floorboard in your living room that has you jolting in Jason’s lap. His head snaps up, one of his hands immediately flying to your hair. His hold prevents you from turning your head, though you're not sure you even want to. You prepare yourself for the sound of gunshots, modulated voices, punches landing.
You’re confused when Jason remains stationary on the bed and he relaxes slightly. A few long seconds go by before he calls out lowly, “Go.”
His posture loosens again a moment later and though you don’t hear the intruder retreat, you’ll later realize that was your biggest clue as to who it was. But for right now, you bury your face as deep into his neck as you can, letting him run his finger through your hair in an attempt to cancel out the brief adrenaline jump you just got.
His next words come at a volume so low you nearly miss them all together. “Did he touch you?” He sounds like he’s biting back nausea at the thought.
“No. Not like that.” you mumble back, just as quiet. Your voice is more detached than his, and while the words themselves are a relief, your tone makes him hurt inside.
His head drops against your shoulder for a second before he glances up at the door again, letting out a tense exhale. “I…fuck. Can I…I need to go in the living room for a second. Just a second.”
The thought of being separated from him right now makes you literally want to throw up, but tonight has been nothing if not another reassurance that you trust him more than anything.
He pulls back from you and looks you in the eye, hand stroking along the side of your head as he checks for certainty. You do your best to let him find it and when he does he kisses your forehead softly. You slowly climb off of him and he makes sure to wrap you up nicely in the comforter before he goes.
He stands intentionally in the doorway, closing the door enough so that there’s only just enough room for him to stand.
“What happened?” you hear the gruff voice of the Batman, followed by Jason shushing him. You can’t quite make out what he mutters back, though you can tell the sentence is short.
You think you can hear Batman ask if you’re hurt and you see Jason hesitate and then shake his head. You let yourself fall into a reclined position on the bed, consumed by your cocoon of blankets. Jason was really onto something with this.
Batman sighs, “Alright. We’ll discuss this more tomorrow.”
“Not tomorrow.” Jason says shortly. His meaning is clear, he’s not leaving you again any time soon. Especially not to fill Batman in on something that’s done and over with. Something that he’s hoping to never have to talk about again. A few beats pass before Jason closes the door with a soft click and returns to you quickly.
He takes your hands in his as he sits, rubbing reassuring circles with his thumbs.
“I need to get you bandaged up.” He whispers reluctantly, knowing that’s not what you want to hear right now. You drop your head on his shoulder wordlessly and he takes in the sight of your blood on your hands. Now it’s his turn to feel sick. “We can—” he pauses, “Do you want to shower first?”
Oh. That would be good, yeah. You nod slowly and languidly unwrap yourself from your blankets.
He wants to ask but he refrains, so you just take his hand and guide him into the bathroom with you. He’s very thankful you do.
He gets the shower started for you, letting it get warm how he knows you like. You watch the steam begin to fog up the mirror as he pulls his shirt off next to you.
He gets down to his boxers when he turns to you and sees that you’ve made no progress in removing any of your clothes. You just stand still, watching the water run.
“Sweetheart?” He calls out gently. “You need help?” He tries to hide the concern in his voice, though not to much avail.
You blink vacantly, “No, I just…” you waver for a moment before climbing into the shower, clothes on.
He stutters between stopping you and letting you go, ultimately deciding on the latter. He follows in after you, sitting side by side with you under the stream of hot water. He has to fold in on himself to fit like this but he doesn’t think twice about being here with you, however you need him.
Your clothes darken quickly and adheres to your skin, and you find it difficult to tear your eyes away from that patch of your shirt that remains ever so slightly darker than the rest of the wetted fabric.
Jason picks your hand up from its resting place on your stomach and envelopes it in his. You close your eyes and let the water run over your face, sprinkling off your eyelashes.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, sounding nearly in pain.
Your head falls to the side, coming to a rest on his shoulder. The water pounds against your ear, stray drops ricocheting against your cheek. You squeeze his hand and he returns the action, understanding the temporary sentiment. He kisses your head and keeps his lips there, eyes closed too.
You’ll stay like that in the shower until the heat runs out. He’ll help you out of your soaked clothes and leave them in the tub for now before lifting you up and wrapping you in a towel. He’ll set you down on the bed and apply a bandage to your cut as delicately as he possibly can. Neither of you bother to get dressed again, simply enveloping yourselves in the covers and lying together like that until you’re ready to move.
He didn’t go out on patrol again for nearly two months.
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scratches and bites - 3
pairing: miguel o'hara x reader
warnings: explicit 18+, use of demeaning names, biting/marking/scratching, use of venom, a small amount of blood, unprotected sex, creampie (whoops), cumplay (whoops 2x), slight size kink (whoops 3x), bondage (0-0), feelings (bleh), needy wittle miguel :P
a/n: uhhh, this may have gotten away from me -- went from 1k to 4k real fast (or slow bc i'm a slow writer hehe)
summary: miguel o'hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. you regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. this is what happens when he's had enough.
w/c: 4.2k
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“Clean-up crew is on the way. You,” He points sharply in your direction, “come with me.” He roughly passes by you, purposely clipping the edge of your shoulder.
You sulk slightly and follow him into the portal, mood effectively ruined.
Everything worked perfectly in your eyes. You were able to save the family and a few people inside the building. You even had time to pick up a free hotdog.
“It’s on the house for you, Spider-Woman! Thanks for saving the day!”
“Aw, thanks, dude.”
Of course, before you could take a bite of your well-earned lunch, O’Hara’s hulking figure was standing over you. He’s angry.
Gwen wisely scurried off before you all got to the portal and Jess had better things to do than deal with whatever was going on between the two of you. So you’re effectively alone now. Great.
“The fuck did you think you were doing out there?” Miguel’s voice booms off the high ceilings of his office as he leads you toward his desk. He has this pretentiously slow platform that he loves to use to look down on people. You feel like a student that got called to the principal's office. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed–or worse, gotten someone else pulled into your fucking mess.”
You roll your eyes as soon as he passes, “Oh, come on O’Hara, you were about to bail on a car full of people and left a bunch of workers in the crumbling building because nothing is more important than your dumbass box of scraps and wires!”
He turns stiffly, jaw clenching at your words, but his eyes roam to anything else in the room but you. Like always. “You know we’ve been looking for that equipment for months. If we have any chance to hold back this multiverse annihilator even a few days, we’re gonna take it.” Miguel is as curt as ever, stance stiff as he tries to pretend he’s unaffected. Like he’s convincing himself he’s doing the right thing. And what you did was wrong.
“There were four of us out there, Miguel,” His eyes briefly meet yours at the sound of his given name. Something he has rarely heard you say since you’ve been in Nueva York. “The package was barely a struggle for one of us! You’re telling me we needed four hands to locate and retrieve that shit?” You gesture over to the crate resting on his computer platform.
He sighs like he’s tired of hearing your voice. Tired of being in the same room as you. His hand smooths over his face, “That’s not the point, Kid.” You could feel warmth blooming inside of your chest at his choice of words. It’s demeaning, and he knows it. As much as you hate him right now, you’re also loving this. You’re finally getting the chance to express all the frustration he’s inspired in you. And it’s satisfying to watch him get all wound up because you actually made the right move. He just can’t admit it.“What you did was beyond idiotic. You could’ve–”
“Well, I didn’t. And I’m not a fucking kid.” You spit out the words. His eyes immediately darken as you raise your voice. Bright cherry to rich blood.
Miguel rolls his shoulders back from annoyance and briefly closes his eyes. Irritated. You seem to always irritate him. His jaw is tight, and right under his full top lip you can almost make out– “What did I say about interrupting me?” He’s seething, head tilted slightly as pushes away from his desk and off the platform to you.
His deep voice is so low that you swear you can feel it surrounding you, vibrating the warm air that clings to the thin treads of your suit. “You’re so…” His fists clenched tightly and tension rolls off of him, crashing into you like a wave. “Difficult.” You try to stay brave and hold your head up, unwilling to cower under his superficial anger. “So fucking irritating.”
This is getting nowhere.
“So that’s why you called me in, hm?” Your voice comes out more breathless than you intended, but really, it’s his fault. This whole time he’s been inching closer and closer to you, taking up all your space. “To call me petty names? Tell me all the things that are wrong with me?” You have to crane your neck to maintain eye contact with him, he’s so close.
“No.” He drawls the word, his voice deep and muffled. Then you realize. His fangs. The stark change of the air in the room was enough to make your breath hitch. You suddenly feel trapped.
“I brought you here,” There are only a couple of inches separating your chest from touching his and you swear you can feel his body heat radiating off of him, almost simmering under his suit. “To teach you a lesson.” He leans down slightly, closing in the height distance between the two of you. You haven’t been this close to him since that night.
“W-what kind of lesson?”
“The kind that’ll persuade you to follow the rules.” Your knees nearly buckle as each word is lightly whispered next to your ear. He keeps his hands to himself, but it still feels like he’s wrapping himself around you. “To listen to me. Like a good girl.” Just as your body begins to mirror his and lean into his space, he backs up and strolls back to his desk.
Your eyes instantly lower and stay locked onto his spotless steel floors as you listen to him slowly walk away. You feel your face heat in embarrassment as you become more self-aware of the way your body reacted to him. He hadn’t even touched you.
“Come here.” Your head tilts up slightly at the sound of his voice. He’s sitting back on his desk chair, legs spread confident and inviting as he watches you watch him through hungry eyes. He can tell your mind is brimming with overlapping thoughts as you decide whether to listen to him or not.
Some part of you worries you’re being lured into a trap. That O’Hara, one of the least genuine people you know, is playing with you. But your body doesn’t really seem to care, already moving until your ankles meet the edge of the barely floating platform. The air around you is cool and empty without his presence. Your body craves more of Miguel’s natural heat.
“...Closer.” You shuffle over until you’re a couple of feet away, fingers twisting together with uncertainty. He’s looking at you, leering at you. Virtually devouring you with that scarlet stare of his. If he wanted, he could reach over and pull you closer, eliminating the space between you, but he decidedly doesn’t, clearly wanting you to come to him.
“Don’t worry, honey, I don’t bite – oh wait,” He grins at his own joke, fangs proudly poking out from under his plump lips. You don’t realize how hard you're biting your lip until it starts to seriously sting. Your teeth release your aching lip and his gaze follows the action before meeting your eyes.
“Unless you want me to.” You haven’t uttered a word in a while and you don’t really want to. You’re completely content to continue to soak in the words that slip from his tongue. “Do you?”
Yes.
“Do I…”
“...want me to bite you.” He openly runs his soft tongue over the contours of his fangs.
Yes.
“B-bite…?”
“Mhm. Make you all numb and pliant for me?” He finally reaches over and gently tugs you closer by your arm. You let him. “That what you want, hermosa?” Your body slots seamlessly in the space between his thighs. His face cradles perfectly into the crook of your neck. You sigh, subconsciously leaning closer as his tender lips hover sweetly over your covered throat.
He whispers, barely audible against your skin, “Promise it’ll only hurt for a second.”
Yes.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t waste any time.
A hand drifts up your arm to the flexible collar of your suit. He tugs it down lightly, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. It’s not enough for him. With a hushed tear, he uses a claw to split the fabric down to the top of your shoulder, giving him more access to your body. He pushes your hair back and nudges himself closer to you, nose nestling where your neck meets your shoulder. He breathes you in. “Sweet.” His voice barely carries with how soft he says it.
The balmy heat of his breath sweeps along the side of your neck before his lips finally connect. His hands trail against your waist, slowly caressing you as he slowly presses kisses into your skin, trailing his lips down until he finds the spot. You tilt your head to the side as you feel the light scratch of his fangs.
“Hold on to me, baby.” Your gloved hands grip his thick forearms. He bites down.
It hurts in the beginning like you thought it would. Like he said it would. You try to disguise your wince, but you can’t stop the way your body flinches at the sensation. It’s intense, the sharp pain, and it spreads, traveling down from your neck to your toes.
And then, something clicks. It vanishes. That ache gets replaced with an endless warmth that relaxes every muscle in your body. Your hands, once clenched around Miguel, begin to loosen so the only thing that’s holding you up is him.
Everything touching your skin feels amazing. The heat of his hands. The suit that's starting to slowly fall down your shoulder.
Your eyes glaze over with pleasure as you watch him pull away from your body to look at you. His tongue pokes out, swiping over his bottom lip to collect the mixture of residual venom and your blood. Are you bleeding? You lean closer and your hands reach out for his shoulders.
“That good, hm?” Even his voice feels good.
You use his solid form to keep you steady as you boldly crawl onto his lap, “Really, really, good.” He hums and you feel his chest vibrate against yours. His arms easily wrap around your form as he waits patiently for you to get comfortable on top of him.
In this moment you realize how this will change everything. And you’re not talking about the bit.-- Ok, not just the bite.
It’s seeing him like this that flips your world. Feeling his touch. The gentle way he holds you against him and the patient way he lets your fingers trail down his strong chest until you’ve decided you’ve had enough. He makes you feel special. Wanted. Everything that you’ve craved since you followed him here. The same thing he offered you before taking it away.
So you’re scared. You don’t know if you could ever let this go because you know you’ll always yearn for moments like this. If he pushes you away again…
The fog in your head dissipates and it’s like you’re waking up. You catch his eye and his brows furrow. He senses something’s wrong. His hand cradles yours and gives you a comforting squeeze.
“What is it?”
“Don’t leave me.”
“What do you mean?” His eyes are sincere as they try to read your crestfallen expression.
“Just…” You exhale slowly and rest your forehead against his shoulder. “Don’t do this then walk away, Miguel.” Your words hang in the air for a few seconds as he takes them in.
Great, you ruined the mood. “Look, Miguel, I–” He softly lifts your head and leans in to press his forehead against yours. You’re so close he could probably feel your eyelashes brush against his cheeks.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” He draws you in and kisses you deeply, taking your breath away with his tender touch. It feels like a promise like he’s signing the dotted line of your heart. “I’m yours.” It’s whispered against your lips when he pulls back and you can help the grin that sprouts from his words. He matches it.
“Yeah?”
You’re pulled back in, “Mhm…” Muffled, but absolute.
Kissing Miguel is exactly how you imagined it to be: addictive.
Maybe it’s the residual venom left on his tongue, but the way he moves against you, mouth and body, makes your legs tremble. Makes you ache for him.
You melt against him, drunk on his taste and leaning in for more. His hands go from cradling your face and delicately tracing your neck to massaging your thighs, hands practically draping over you with the size difference.
He delicately licks into your mouth, greedily taking in every aspect of your taste. Your lips vibrate excitingly when his tongue brushes against them, they’re super sensitive from how long he’s been working them.
You feel him under you, nestled achingly against your ass. He throbs eagerly every time you let out a breathless sigh or a muffled moan. You’re no better. You swear you already have a wet spot ruining your suit from all the times he ‘accidentally’ grips his claws into the curve of your hips.
You whimper quietly when you feel the sharp point of his fang drags ever so slightly across your bottom lip. As he moves downwards, it delicately tugs at it, briefly revealing the bottom row of your teeth before releasing it. He moves his mouth along the line of your jaw and then focuses on the sensitive bite he left to bloom red and purple on your neck.
With his hands back on your waist, he starts to lick up the small droplets of blood that were staining trails down your shoulder. It stings wonderfully as he laves against it, cleaning the red off your smooth skin. You can’t help but to cry out as he begins to suck at your sensitive skin, it’s a bit more intense than you were expecting, but it feels really good. He blows cool air on it when he releases your skin, soothing the new mark he’s left on you.
His mouth is back on yours, letting you taste your own blood as your tongues intermingle with fervor. Fingers tug at the front of your suit to pull you impossibly closer as your teeth nash against one another. You hear a faint rip between you as his grip tightens and pulls at the stretchy material. Your skin quickly reacts as the cool air wraps around you, arms prickling with goosebumps and nipples tightening into hard buds.
You both pull back and look down at the damage. Your suit is split down the middle of your torso, revealing everything from your heaving chest to your belly button. Your body ignites with heat when you notice how his crimson eyes drink you in. A soft growl vibrates from his chest.
“Miguel, this is the only suit I have.”
“My bad.” Zero remorse in his voice. Asshole.
He abruptly grabs both of your wrists and pulls them behind you with one hand causing you to arch your back, inevitably giving him a better look. “God, you’re sexy.” His other hand slowly molds over your waist and smooths it upwards to grasp your tit with a playful squeeze. Using his gloved thumb, he teases the soft peak of your nipple, flicking it once just to hear you gasp. He does it once more, grinning (with his fangs cutely poking out) when you react the same way.
“Miguel…” You whine out, pouting at his teasing.
He idly drags his claws down your stomach, enjoying the way your breath hitches when he gets closer to your center. “You always go without a bra under there?”
“It’s a tight suit.”
“It is…” His hand trails down to your inner thigh and you shift slightly, leaning back so he can touch exactly where you need him. He gets the hint and gently cups you over your damp suit. “And here…?”
Your bottom lip tucks into your mouth as you look up at him, nodding softly. “And there.”
You’re suddenly being carried by Miguel, weight supported by his strong arms. You have to quickly wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling backward. He hurriedly takes you over to his desk and sets you down at the edge of the waist-level table.
He is so tall that you struggle a bit to keep your hold around his neck so you settle your hands back on his chest. You push at his firm figure and sit back to fully take him in. “And how about you?”
“Me?”
“Do you wear anything under that unbearably tight suit?”
“I do, actually. Wanna see?”
You’ve heard the rumors of Miguel’s nano-suit, but you’re still perplexed when he grabs his interdimensional watch from the desk next to you. He clicks a couple of holographic buttons and you watch in awe as his suit seems to dissolve off of him, one particle at a time, like it never existed in the first place. The fading red and navy reveal his perfectly muscled body, somehow making him look even bigger in front of you.
He did, in fact, have some briefs on under the suit, but it’s what’s under it that catches your attention. Your thighs clench together as you watch him set down the timepiece, his arm unintentionally flexing under the dim lighting.
Miguel returns to you and you spread your legs slightly so he can stand directly in front of you. You slowly reach out to him, palm to the skin, and soak in the natural heat of his body. You can feel his heart beating under his chest, slow and steady.
“You’re hot.”
He has that teasing grin back on his face, “Am I?”
“I mean…warm.”
He shrugs, “Us Spiders run hot.”
Miguel moves your hand off of him and sets it on the table before pushing his body closer to you, making your legs push out further. He leans in so close that you have to slowly tilt your body back with him. “Bet you’re warmer.”
He shifts your body further onto the table and then starts working on the rest of your suit. It tears easily from your body, scraps falling to the floor until you’re fully bare in front of him. You pant as you watch him and feel your center pulse in reaction to his rough handling. “There we are.” His voice is soothing, but his eyes flash dangerously. You arch your back slightly as his claws scrape lightly over your stomach to your most sensitive area. You don’t even have to look down to know you’re dripping, you can feel it all over your inner thighs.
His fingers glide over your glistening lips, spreading your eager wetness leisurely. His claws are gone. You watch his face as he stares at his actions, his hungry eyes dark with lust. You both groan when one finger dips in, pushing gently against your entrance. You’re practically gushing around him as he starts to move, wet sounds accompanying each thrust. A string of slick follow his hand as he pulls away and it drips carelessly on your flushed thigh. With hooded eyes, Miguel holds up his dripping finger, “Open.” You suck on him enthusiastically, holding his gaze as it’s slipped into your mouth. “Fuck.”
His briefs are shoved down his muscular thighs before you can look down and you’re shoved roughly onto your back. You feel his claws dig into your thighs as he spreads you out for him, pushing them back until they're next to your waist. His warm hardness slides against your weeping pussy, covering him in slick as he prepares himself.
Your breath hitches as his cock pushes inside of you, nearly stretching you to your limit. You try your best to take deep breaths, but it’s hard when you can literally feel each inch sinking into your body. A throaty groan rumbles in his chest as he feels you involuntarily clench around him, invariably sucking him in further. His eyes are almost glowing with how bright red they are. “Relax for me baby, I’m almost in.”
Your thighs tremble under his hands as he continues to plunge in deeper, unable to keep up with all the stimulants surrounding you. The feeling of him dragging against your walls is exquisite and you can barely hold yourself back from cumming right there.
Then he starts moving.
His hips drag back, pulling almost all the way out before he buries himself back inside of you. Your head tilts back with pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut, you can’t even tell what you’re holding on to. He keeps this slow pace, body nearly engulfing you as he hovers above. A moan follows each thrust as he fucks you into his desk.
When your eyes are finally able to flutter back open, you meet his stare. You quickly attempt to hide your face with your arm, too embarrassed to hold eye contact with him while he’s using your body like this. He doesn’t like that.
Your wrists are forced above you and then expertly webbed together to hold them there. His red webs pulse hot around your wrists. Unlike the traditional webs that tend to feel like cool lace, his are warm, like fingers wrapping tightly around your wrists, almost thrumming with soft heat in a way that makes them feel alive.
You yelp when his hand tugs sharply at the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your gaze as he moves over you. “Look at me, baby.” You listen. He begins to aim his thrusts upwards into you, nudging against that special spot inside of you. And as hard as you try to keep looking at him, your eyes inevitably roll back as he hits it so precisely. You faintly see stars.
You cry out as heat blooms your center and your thighs close around his hips, tightening as a spark swarms in your lower belly. “That’s it, baby,” He speeds up, feeling you start to clench around him, “let go.”
Your vision blurs when your climax blasts through your body. Hot tears spill from the intensity of the feeling, creating hot trails of wetness over your cheeks. “Such a pretty little thing." He wipes them away lovingly. Your body jerks with pleasure and Miguel has to hold your waist down as your back starts to arch off the desk.
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he starts fucking you harder, letting his body weight hold you in place as he chases his own high. You whine against his neck, skin sticky with sweat, as he roughly ruts into you. “Be mine, baby, and I’ll take care of you forever.” His claws dig into your web-pasted wrists as he works himself into you, post-orgasm slick smothered carelessly over the both of you. “I promise.” He whispers breathlessly next to your ear.
“Please.” The word is nearly stuck in your throat as he continues to take everything your body is willing to give him. He’s basically grinding his cock into you now, wanting you as close as possible for these last moments. You barely hear it but he whimpers against your shoulder as he starts to draw closer to his climax, desperately rutting his hips against you.
With a choked-out groan, his movements grow sloppy and he thrusts deep inside of you a few more times. You feel the warmth of him as he spills inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He’s panting above you, body weight nearly smothering yours. You love it.
He slowly pulls out once he’s calmed down, eyes locked onto your leaking center that’s full of a mixture of you and him. His fingers lovingly spread his cum over your pussy and you flinch as he slides against your sensitive clit. You give him a look of disapproval which he ignores as he pushes his mess back inside of you.
“Will you let me out of these now?” You pull at the webs, still holding your arms above you.
“Hm…I think I’ll keep you there for a little bit longer.”
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His office is like a bat cave when you’re barely dressed. There’s a slight breeze in the office (you have no clue where it’s coming from) that’s making it particularly drafty. You force Miguel to huddle over you like some oversized puffer jacket as it was his fault the only clothes you came with are lying on the floor in scraps.
“How am I supposed to leave when my suit is in tatters?”
His arms hold you tighter, “You aren’t. You’re staying with me.”
“Miguel, people are probably looking for us by now.”
“I don’t care.”
“Miguel.”
“Alright, fine. You can borrow one of my nano-suits, but we’re going to my place.”
“Dude, you’re like 6’3”, how am I supposed to fit into one of those?”
He tsks, “Really? You’re calling me ‘dude’ after all of this?” He grabs his watch again, scrolling through some settings. “It’s nano-tech, sweetheart, it fits what I want it to fit.” He dials the size down, letting you watch as the hologram shrinks to display your general size. “And I’m 6’7.”
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Little Sparrow
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Word Count: 1,298
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Summary: Mihawk has been up with your daughter, soothing her as she experiences her leap weeks. You spend some moments with your husband as he holds her in his arms.
Warnings: husband!mihawk x wife!reader, father!mihawk x mother!reader, sweet domesticity, brief mention of birth trauma.
Notes: small drabble brought on by the ask of @hungrhay. Got the cogs turning in my mind. I hope you enjoy this little drabble!
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Soft melodic hums cascaded down the empty halls of Castle Kuraigana. No whisper of a word, nor fall of a footstep, broke your trance as you sought out the source of the melody. You silenced the drop of your slipper against the cool floor, in an attempt to not shatter the world Mihawk was crafting for himself so early in the morn.
You knew where you’d find him. He was where he always was at this time of night. The kitchen was his place where he’d find the most solace, resting his body in a chair with his feet slotted beneath the dining table. The cryptid hours where your daughter would be at her peak of restlessness, the purple crying she’d been producing during her leap weeks held you hostage to her woes. The first time you had experienced this leap had you both struggling and clasping at straws for solutions.
He began calling on your household Den-Den-Mushi, all those who you both knew had experience with young children: starting with Vice-Admiral Garp. He proceeded to bark his laughter and give you hope of: “this too shall pass,” and sending you a small crate of rum in sympathy.
The next point of contact you had sense to call was Shanks and his Red-Hair crew. Shanks was absolutely no help to you with any advice, the jovial hooting and hollering in their drunken stupor in the background having all cohesive words falling on deaf ears. The receiver Den-Den-Mushi was stolen from Shank’s hand, and into the mouthpiece barked the burly voice of the first mate.
“Mihawk. The nights are long, but the years are short. You’ll get through this,” his gruff voice informed him, inhaling deeply from his cigarette. Upon his exhale, he offered a soft word of advice, “You’re a swordsman, one of the warlords of the seas. You have been through worse, she has not. Be kind to your wife. Let her have the night to rest.” Mihawk offered no further conversation, but greatly appreciated the compassion the First-Mate of his oldest rival offered him.
As you stood in the threshold of the doorway, you witnessed your husband cradling your daughter into his chest and continuing to sooth her. His gentle hums and slow rock of his body had her eyes heavy and falling closed. It was an old tune, the native rasp of his mother tongue falling from his lips as he whispered the words with his hum.
“You are going to have the world fall on their knees, my Little Sparrow,” he whispered down into her hair. His lips caressed her scalp, watching as he deeply inhaled the scent of her bundles of silken hair. His deep frown softened, his honeyed eyes closing as he leant back into his chair. As he lulled his head against the frame of the chair, you approached him and placed a hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes a small crack, sighing as he felt your lips press against his forehead.
“She started early, didn’t she?” You asked him, his response being a small hum in confirmation falling from his nose. You brushed your nose with his before turning to place the kettle on the stove and lighting the flame.
“Did you rest well, my love?” his lazy drawl called over to you, voice only harboring affection and adoration with his question. You sighed with your smile, grasping the handles of two mugs and beginning the routine of readying your morning dose of caffeine. Guilt wracked your heart, your brows upturning and lips pouting. Before you could utter a response, Mihawk’s reprimand called out to you.
“Don’t you dare,” His words sliced your worries like the fell swift of his blade, Yoru, “It has been eight weeks since she’s been with us, and you are still recovering from the trauma of her birth. Don’t you dare, my love.”
You sighed, your shoulders slouching at his comments. It was true, your body was still recovering from bringing life’s first breath to your daughter; your routines shifting and adjusting to her each subtle moment, lives changed forever. He was nothing but supportive of your recovery, doting on his girls with his attention equally.
“Thank you,” you sighed, turning with both his and your coffees prepared, placing his on the table in front of him and elevating yours to your lips. Your daughter began to stir in his arms, her lip quivering as the groggy girl opened her eyes once more.
He immediately recommenced his humming and rocking of her, staring down into her own honeyed eyes as his lullaby soothed her once more.
“My love,” you slowly called out to him, placing your coffee down on the table beside his and walking behind the chair, “I read that these leap weeks only occur when children are learning a new skill.” His humming ceased as you both stared down into her eyes.
“I wonder what our Little Sparrow is learning to bring on such cries of grief,” he muttered, looking down into her eyes in curiosity. You drew your own eyes down to meet your daughter’s, her eyes darting between each of you as she lay on her stomach on Mihawk’s chest.
It was then you saw it: the small twinkle of recognition behind her gaze. The upturn of the corners of her eyes and her cheeks balling in two perfect rotund spheres.
Your daughter was smiling. Truly smiling. The first smile not induced by wind, nor a grimace as she experienced pain in her belly. She was smiling at you both.
An audible sigh fell from your husband, his lips circling and forming a soft “O” shape as his eyes softened. Your eyes pricked at the corners, witnessing such pure and unbridled happiness from your daughter as your husband became hypnotized by her radiancy.
“All the cries in the twilight hours are worth it to see your smile, Little Sparrow,” he whispered, taking her small cheek within his palm and smoothing over her skin with his thumb. You circled your arms over his shoulders, pressing your lips against his whiskered cheek before staring at your daughter.
“She is going to accomplish such wonderful things,” you uttered down into her, your voice up-pitched and playful, “Aren’t you, little Sparrow?” Her toothless grin widened, an inhaled coo squeaked from her lips as drool began to glisten at the corner of her lips.
Mihawk turned his head to gaze at you, his eyes half-lidded as he witnessed such sweetness occurring between his wife and daughter. He slowly raked his eyes over your smiling expression, your prior slumber written on your face as you gazed lovingly at your daughter in his arms. He wanted to hold this moment close, committing every subtle change to memory to draw on when your daughter picked up on her inconsolable cries tomorrow night.
It was all worth it: every cry, every disruption to his sleep schedule, every coffee bringing him life-sustaining energy. It was worth each and every night he soothed her cries and hummed his melodies, just to have this moment with you.
Breaking himself away from his enraptured hypnosis, he quickly arched his head forwards and pressed his lips against your cheek. You broke your attention away from your daughter and hastily turned your head to claim his lips against your own. The swell of his heart was tangibly felt in each moment he held your lips beneath his.
His appreciation, his adoration, his love for you felt with the soft hum of his voice against your lips: his eyes closed, brow furrowed and lips smooth against your own. Breaking away, he smiled lazily at you and held his twinkling gaze against your own. Elevating his voice, he allowed himself to ponder with you.
“I wonder if she will have your laugh, or she will have mine.”
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Family
Pt 2 of No One Else
Jeonghan x afab reader
18+ MINORS DNI (istg 🫵🏾 ಠ_ಠ if I catch you)
Word count: 11.4k
꧁ ☂︎(angst) & ⚠︎(smut) w/ a pinch of ☁︎(fluff) ꧂
🍋’s Queries: Did this fic make you think of a song when you were reading it?
WARNINGS: unprotected sex (don't forget the casing before you stuff your sausage), cursing, mentions/descriptions of abuse/violence, Mafia au, mentions/descriptions of injuries. Jeonghan smokes a bit, talks about having killed someone. Please let me know if I missed anything.
“A liability!” Said Jeonghan’s father, glaring at him as he spoke. “If you are willing to jeopardize a mission then it’s a liability.”
“Everything went well, Father. There was no other way than to kill her.” Jeonghan responded. Forcing himself to remain calm knowing that getting angry would be of no benefit.
He slammed his fist on the table and stood up from his chair, sending it rolling hard into the wall.
“A liability Jeonghan. You deal with it or I do.” He walked to the door.
“Don’t you dare.” Jeonghan said. His voice was serious and cold. It scared him when he heard it.
His father turned around sharply; his hand raised in an angry fist. “Is that a threat boy?”
Without so much as a flinch Jeonghan stared at his fathers angry eyes. Suddenly his father chuckled, clapping Jeonghan on the shoulder.
In his fathers old age he’d become slower and weaker. Jeonghan noticed how the old man's touch didn’t leave behind as much fear. Jeonghan held his place, glaring at his father and maintaining his icy stare.
“Do what you will, boy. But if you ever go against my orders again… you too will be considered a liability. And I never leave loose strings Jeonghan. You know that best of all.”
Jeonghan's father walked out of the room leaving Jeonghan all alone in the dimly lit lavish office to massage his aching shoulder.
His fathers' words echoed heavily in Jeonghan’s mind as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
The woman his father claimed to love. The woman who carried his unborn child. It didn’t matter that what she did was to save her life, and the life of his son. She was a liability, so he dealt with it leaving their prematurely born baby crying and hungry until the maid took pity.
Jeonghan was raised by the head housemaid Kim, living in the servant quarters and only being allowed in the main house to attend lessons and training. He spent his adolescents clawing his way through insults and blows just to prove himself. It wasn't until he was older that he realized he would never be enough and trying so hard wasn't worth it, but by then the damage was done.
He had a bruised ego and a misplaced heart that struggled to tell the difference between right and wrong.
But in this very moment he was certain about one thing. No one was going to lay a finger on you, not even his father.
His clenched fist left cuts in his palms until the sharp pain sobered him. Without another moment wasted Jeonghan left that dreadful house, his heart only steadying once he was in his car driving towards…you.
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“Why do you think Boss sent us together?”
Jeonghan paced in boredom smoking his second cigarette as his slightly younger brother Jisoo worked on opening the newest shipments crate.
“He didn’t. I lied.” Jisoo smiled at him, charming as ever. “Why do you still call him boss? You’ve known he was your father for-like-ever.”
Jeonghan angrily stuffed his hands in his pockets. “He’s no father of mine… wait what do you mean you lied?”
Jeonghan kicked at his brother, but he dodged it without even looking and continued his work.
His brother stopped fiddling with the crate he was opening so he could shrug. “I just didn’t want to go alone.”
He then turned to Jeonghan so he could speak to him directly. “I don’t know why you insist on saying that.”
“What? Why wouldn’t I?" asked Jeonghan. He was starting to feel annoyed with his brother's lack of understanding. “You and I both know he only told me because DongYul is a failure.”
His brother’s expression turned serious as he placed his hands on Jeonghan's shoulders. “Don’t speak about DongYul like that. Besides, it does us no good turning against each other. And listen, Father made sure you got the same experiences as us, only now you understand why. Shit man you probably had it better.”
“How so?”
“At least you have Kim. Our mother didn’t even tell us before she left.”
“Well my mother is dead. My *father* killed her, remember?”
Jisoo shrugged.
Jeonghan looked down. Jeonghan wondered if Jisoo could see the glistening in his eyes as they began to sting. He shrugged off his brother's arm in hopes of shaking off the emotions as well.
“Hey, aren’t you glad that finding out about your lineage included the perks of two awesome brothers?” Jisoo said, changing the subject.
Jeonghan scoffed. “DongYul was a piece of shit, Jisoo.”
“He never got over the fact that your mom was the mistress that made our mom leave. He's actually really sensitive, you know?
“Oh Jisoo The Great Defender of The Sad and Sensitive.” Jeonghan said with a condescending bow.
Jeonghan’s experience with his older brother had been nothing short of cruel. If Jisoo hadn’t kept the peace Jeonghan and DongYul probably would’ve killed each other.
Jisoo rolled his eyes at his brother’s dramatics. “I know he wasn’t the kindest to you, but you have no idea what he’s been through.” Jisoo continued. “The things he’s had to do.”
But Jeonghan did know. He knew of the burdens that came with being the eldest son of Yoon DongHan. He was always nearby when Kim would tend to his brothers after training, missions, and… disciplines. He would hear their horror stories as they recounted in jest to distract from the pain, Dong-Yul drinking alcohol to numb it before he was even 15. He learned before anything else that their father tolerated little.
Mr. Yoon would decorate Jeonghan and his brother for even the slightest incompetence. He would always say “You either learn here or you learn out there, and the world is not as forgiving as I am.”
Their father was right. At least he would stop before they died.
DongYul being the eldest was hit with the brunt of responsibility. He was constantly busy with transactions and helping with the many businesses the Yoon family owned. DongHan only recently split the workload between his sons, not out of compassion but rather for efficiency.
But did it really excuse the way DongYul treated him? Did it matter that his brother was in far more pain than he would put Jeonghan through? And most of all… why did Jeonghan miss him?
•••
When Jeonghan opened the door to the cabin a fragrant aroma filled his nose. Looking around he discovered the source, a pot simmering on the stove.
He turned around to find you reclined on the living room couch, your chest rising and falling with each soft breathing you took.
Jeonghan sighed, his hands scrubbing his eyes as if that could rub some sense into his thoughts.
Taking another look, he picked up a blanket from nearby to drape over you. He hesitated as his eyes took you in up close. There you laid in only panties and one of his white tees that were practically see through. It was hot in the living room and the thin sheen of sweat on your visible skin made it seem as if you were glowing under the warm light.
Smiling, he discarded the blanket and went to turn on the fan.
The noise of the appliance was enough to startle you awake causing you to slide right off of the couch. But before you could hit the ground Jeonghan reached out, catching your body in his arms.
“Careful now.” Jeonghan's voice fell soft against the pounding of your heart in your ear drum.
“Sorry.” You mumbled as you fixed your (his) shirt and sat up straight. “When did you get here?”
You had been in Jeonghan's little secret cabin for a couple weeks now, so things naturally began to slip into a rhythm. Jeonghan would visit in the daytime a few times a week and never stayed the night so you couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here.
“Just now.” He said standing and heading upstairs.
Scurrying to the kitchen you turned off your stew and then walked upstairs after him.
“Are you staying long? I made dinner and it just finished so I'm about to eat.”
His room door was open, so you stepped in while you continued to speak. “Good thing you showed up or I might have burned the house down. I knew that book was too boring, but I wanted to give it a fair shot, you know? Next thing I knew I was…sleeping...” Your voice disappeared as your eyes laid on Joenghans naked form.
He stood there relaxed and unbothered by your intrusion only raising an eyebrow before continuing to undo the clasp of his watch.
You quickly turned around in shame. Before you could slip out of the room, he called your name, and you froze in place.
“Oh- the door was open- I'll just...” You started to walk out again when Jeonghan called out.
“Wait. Help me with this.”
Assuming he meant the watch he was just struggling with you answered quickly. “Of course.’
Trying your best to angle your eyes upwards you turned around and began walking towards him only to be stopped in your tracks once again.
His watch laid neatly on his bed and his hands were busy stroking the semi-hard on he was now sporting.
“If you’re gonna walk around like that you could at least have the decency to help me out.”
You looked down at your thin clothes and wanted to perish on the spot.
“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight. If you called, I would’ve put on more clothes.”
“Well then, my apologies.” Jeonghan said incredulously in that nonchalant way that you recently discovered made you see red.
“What do you think I-“
“Follow me.” He said firmly, cutting you off and walking towards his bathroom.
You stood there defiantly. What did he think this was? Did he really think you were just going to listen to him? You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. He is just so…so…. ugh. Does he really think you were just at his beck and call?
But weren't you?
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. And it wasn’t the first time you’d helped him out.
Your voice of reason screamed at you as you walked into the bathroom.
The shower was already on, and you could hear a soft grunt coming from behind the curtain.
Your heart pounded through your body as you once again vacillated between your choices.
‘Fuck it.’
You quickly strip before carefully sliding the curtain over. His back was turned to you, his head under the shower as he slowly pumped into his fist. If he noticed, you entering the shower he made no show.
Standing closer to him one arm wrapped around him, resting on his stomach, while the other steadied the hand that he stroked himself with. He relinquished his cock to you, his tired body instantly leaning back into your embrace. His eyes shut contently as your soft hands enveloped him.
Pumping faster and faster you pleasured him until his hot seed coated your hand and the shower wall. Still leaning against he let both of your arms wrap around him, one hand resting on his heart and feeling the slowing rise and fall of his chest as the water splattered against your bodies.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly. You wanted to savor the moment, but his abnormal behavior was making you worried. Normally after he’d finish, he would simply clean up and leave. But today he didn't move, his heart still pounding.
Jeonghan didn’t respond. Instead, he turned around pressing you against the shower wall, his knee pressing into your swollen core before moving over to spread your legs.
His calloused fingers wrapped around your neck with gentle pressure, his lips hungry attaching to yours. The kiss was fiery and urgent, his teeth pulling your bottom lip and drawing blood that you tasted on his tongue as he slid it into your mouth. His free hand wandered your body squeezing and kneading your flesh with gusto. The wayward hand eventually found purchase on your hips, holding them in place as he unceremoniously pushed inside of you.
Your vision blurred as the pain stretched into pleasure, his size pushing deeper into your hot and wet cunt.
Jeonghan groaned into your neck in between sucking harsh bruises into the sensitive skin. Without giving you any more time to adjust he thrusted again, this time coaxing tears from your eyes and his name moaned from your swollen lips. His strokes were quick and angry, but you could feel the tension in his body begin to dissolve. With now slower movements you were able to match his pace with the rocking of your hips. It wasn't long before you were both falling apart, his arms holding you in place as your exhaustion took over.
After showering off and helping you to do the same, Jeonghan pulled you to his bed. You didn't let your bafflement stop you from laying with him and allowing him to rest on your bosom, his arms holding you close.
“Jeonghan…” You softly ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp the way you always did after at some point realizing it always relaxed him.
He softly shushed you, his voice thick with exhaustion. “This is nice.”
He was right. This was so nice it hurt. You knew it wouldn't last. A relationship without honesty is destined to fail.
Nevertheless, you selfishly savored the moment, holding him tighter as if it would keep him with you forever. But Jeonghan was gone when you woke up.
Getting up you brushed your teeth and examined your skin in the mirror. The bruises that were kissed into your skin last night and the previous nights now took the place of your old ones that were filled with the haunting memories of your capture. You briefly wondered if that had been his intention before shaking the thought away and getting dressed.
Downstairs there was a simple breakfast on the table for you of toast and eggs. You poured yourself some water, ignoring the food and going back to bed.
☾
Laying in his bed Jeonghan looked at your soft and warm bare body sleeping soundly beside him. His fingers gingerly traced your skin as he breathed in your heavenly scent. Although his heart knew you were safe besides him, his mind still tormented him with the images of you the night he found you. Paranoia forced him to watch over you even though he knew you were safe and sound.
He had killed Stella himself. It wasn’t the first life he’d taken. But it was the first he’d wanted to take. His first kill that was not an order.
When he saw her crouching over your bloodied body… the wicked smile on Stellas face when she saw Jeonghan was the last moment before... he snapped.
The memory of it all played through his mind time and again. He was supposed to bring her in, there were still assets to recover and accomplices only she knew the location of now gone forever.
But Jeonghan didn't hesitate until he was holding you in his arms again.
He did it for you. He did it for…Dongyul.
His eldest brother had been his biggest enemy growing up. But now…it all felt so insignificant.
DongYul who craved compassion his whole life was met with the harsh glares of his father and even harsher blows. Like a moth to flame Stella was intoxicating for him. Despite Jisoo's pleading words he would run to her, taking comfort in the lies she wrapped him in.
Only a few months ago he’d busted into Jeonghan's room, rage burning in his blown-out pupils. But Jeonghan didn't fear him anymore. He stood up looking his brother who no longer towered over him in the eyes.
“Get out.” Jeonghan said calmly and was met with rough hands on his collar.
DongYul reeked of alcohol and his tank top allowed Jeonghan a view of the needle marks that decorated his skin.
“DongYul! What is this!” Jeonghan grabbed his brother's arm, ignoring his brother's aggression. “What were you thinking?”
His concern for his brother surprised them both.
“Save it!” Dongyul growled. He shrugged Jeonghan’s hand from his arm before letting go of his collar.
“What do you even know? You just lay around while everything gets handed to you.’ His voice was bitter and angry.
He pushed Jeonghan hard and Jeonghan stumbled back, banging his head on the wall. Securing his footing, he prepared himself for a fight, but DongYul only sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands.
“You won Jeonghan… you can have it all…but I need her.” His brother's voice was slow and slurred now.
“What do you mean?” Jeonghan asked as you rubbed his now pounding head.
“Kim…Jisoo…S-Stella…” his brother mumbled as he continued to sink as if he weighed a ton.
“…DongYul” Jeonghan began as he walked towards his distressed family member. “I'll call Jisoo… we can help you whatever it is.”
His brother stood up suddenly on shaky legs. “It's too late. I screwed up big time.’
He’d never seen his brother who didn't even flinch while getting stitched up this…broken.
It petrified him.
“Sit here, I'll go get you some water and find Jisoo. Please…we can fix this.”
Jeonghan carefully sat his brother down. Taking his compliance as an agreement Jeonghan rushed to get their youngest brother and grabbed a bottle of water before hurrying back.
But Dongyul was gone.
Unable to look inside his casket, that night was the last time Jeonghan saw his older brother. A raid on what was meant to be a routine weapon exchange ended as a bloody massacre that killed almost ½ of father's men…including his eldest son.
On the night of his eldest son's funeral Mr. Yoon called Jeonghan into his office.
“It’s about time you start taking on more responsibilities as a member of this family. Not just trades, there is more important business for you to attend to.”
Jeonghan did even know why he was shocked; this was exactly like with father. But it still made bile rise in his throat.
“The soil hast even settled yet…’
“As my eldest son I expect you to know your place.’ He cut Jeonghan off without even looking up from the work at his desk. “Don’t become foolish like your brother. And don’t be a coward like your wench of a mother.” He said before waving his hand, ending the conversation and sending Jeonghan away.
“Don't speak about my mother like that!” Jeonghan said without control. Normally he wouldn’t speak back after being dismissed.
His fathers glare wasn't enough to make him back down.
“Do not overstep, boy. I suggest you learn your place before you end up learning it like her. I told you already, I clean up my own messes.”
He looked up at Jeonghan with dark eyes that shone like the devils in the dim light of his office.
Jeonghan used all of his strength to calmly walk away. He shut the door before racing to his bathroom and hurling in the toilet. Kim, who had heard of his meeting with his father from Jisoo, came to check on him.
“Oh dear.” She said when she found him leaning against the bathtub.
She left and returned with tea before sitting next to jeonghan on the bathroom floor where he layed, tears angrily falling from his eyes.
“Did you know?” He asked quietly.
“Know what darling?” Her soothing voice did nothing to calm the turmoil Jeonghan was feeling.
Jeonghan looked at her with tearful eyes. “Did you know that that monster killed my mother?”
Kim could only nod.
She wiped his tears as her own began to fall. “I watched it happen...”
Jeonghan sat up and looked at the woman who his heart now broke for.
Kim had raised him as her own after having a stillbirth only a week before his birth. To her it was meant to be. When the other maids all cowered in fear she stepped up taking the shivering baby in her arms and wrapping him tightly in her sweater. Her body that had been preparing to be a mother fell right into step as she fed and held him close while she worked.
Although that period in her life was hard to look back on, she still felt Jeonghan should know so she held his hand as she spoke.
“Your father would have done anything for your mother. He was crazy for her, but he wasn’t careful. It didn’t take long before one of his many enemies had her. She was young, pregnant, and… so scared. Then one day she was back. She said they got lazy, that she had escaped while they were distracted.’
Kim paused to swallow the lump in her throat.
“You don't have to tell me.” It disturbed Jeonghan to see her struggling.
Kim shook her head and continued.
“She used to always hang around smiling and chatting with the workers but she wouldn't leave her room. One night she called for me and the state she was in scared me half to death. She was all panicky and high on whatever they had given her while she was there. That night she broke down and told me that she gave them information in exchange for her freedom. She loved your father but she didn’t fear him…and that was her downfall. Then I found out that she wasn't the one who called for me. When she wouldn't talk to him, he knew she would talk to me. He killed them and then he…”
Kim couldn't continue, her sobs swallowing her words. Jeonghan could only hold her as heartbroken tears spilled from her eyes.
☾
Waking up you stretched out as you always did, this time your arm knocking into something. Opening your eyes you turned over quickly to find Jeonghan laying in your bed next to you. He stirred before opening his eyes.
“You’re still here?” You asked in surprise.
“Ouch.” Jeonghan chuckled and propped himself on his elbow, looking down at you with a smile.
“No no, I didn’t mean it like that.” You said, sitting up and turning towards him. “It’s just that you’re normally gone by morning.”
He nodded at you but his eyes seemed distant.
“What is it?” You asked scooting closer to him.
“It’s been over a month and yet no one has come asking about you.”
“Wasn't that the point?’ you snipped back, pulling your knees to your chest and burying your head in your arms.
You felt his arm on your shoulder causing warmth to spread through you but you shrugged his hand away. You were starting to feel aggravated with him.
“What are you getting at anyway Jeonghan?”
“Well…if I kept you here forever no one would even care.”
Your eyes welled with tears as you looked at him in horror.
“What the hell is wrong with you!”
Jeonghan instantly noticed the heartbreak in your voice.
“I didn't mean it like that i-”
You stood up now, grabbing the robe that hung beside your bed and covering yourself with it.
He pulled himself to the edge of the bed and grabbed your arm.
Your view of him began to blur and your breathing came quickly. His arms were around you fast, pulling you towards him and holding you tightly.
“I promised to keep you safe.” He whispered to you.
“…This…this isn't living, Jeonghan. I’m going crazy. Trapped here as you come and go. You hardly speak to me. When I wake up, you’re gone and then I'm left here feeling used and …all alone.”
He sat there quietly holding on to you.
Feeling dejected from his lack of response you started to free yourself from his grasp. “Never mind.”
“At 7 years old I’d gotten my first broken bone. Training, my father called it. Preparation. My leg still hurts when it rains.”
You stilled in his arms as you listened.
“He used to make us spar. The winner was whoever was still conscious. Loser was locked in the penalty box without food and water for a few days. He chose the number in pair with your level of failure.”
The way he spoke was so indifferent as if he was simply recounting tales of a grocery store run instead of years of abuse. Turning on his lap so that you were facing him you held his face in your hands.
“Then run away with me. We don't have to live like this.” Your face was inches from his as your lips hovered together. Holding your hand he stroked your knuckles. “We can leave this all behind and never look back.”
You felt Jeonghan’s lips smiling against your cheek where he kissed your hot tears away.
“Don’t be so naive.”
His words cut through you like daggers.
You pulled back, searching his soft eyes for answers that they never gave.
“I told you all of that so you can understand how I was molded. So you can understand that all reality with me in it will never be peaceful.”
“Jeonghan-“ your voice broke.
“Have you ever taken a life before?” He asked so quietly you nearly missed it.
“N-no.”
“You can never understand how silly you sound at this moment.”
Frowning at him you hit his chest. “Don't you patronize me.”
He grabbed your wrist so tightly it hurt a bit.
“Let me go Yoon Jeonghan.”
His gaze lost its softness as it pierced through you, but you didn’t back down.
“You wouldn’t last a day in my world.” He said, his voice bitter and harsh.
Pulling your wrist from his grip you fixed him with your own icy gaze.
You began to move again but this time his hand on your hips secured you against him.
You frowned at him. “I said let me go!”
“Stay.” He said softly. “I need you to stay.”
You felt the fight deflating from you, only exhaustion remained. “I’m suffocating, Jeonghan.”
He rubbed circles into your hips, his voice soft and low. “Without you it's all unbearable.”
How did he know just what to say to you? Your heart was racing and your skin felt clammy and hot.
No! You can’t live like this. This isn't living.
But were you okay with never seeing him again? Never feeling his warmth? Never tasting him?
Holding your face, Jeonghan roughly pulled you closer to him, placing a hot kiss on your lips. He was fiery and addicting. Your answer was clear.
“No.” You whispered, gently pulling away although it pained you. “I won’t be your pet, I can't.”
This time when you went to stand, he didn't hold on, his arms fell to his sides dejected.
Backing away from him slowly you turned around and began picking your clothes off the floor.
“Either you take me home or I find my own way.”
Jeonghan didn’t call out for you or plead. He only nodded before walking out. After a few minutes you heard his car start.
Nothing here was yours so you quickly dressed before leaving.
☾
“Get your ass up!” Jisoo yelled, kicking Jeonghan in his side. We have to go check the shipment today and Father is starting to notice that you haven’t been showing up to meetings.”
Jeonghan groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over his head. His brother hit him again and ripped the blanket away.
“I’m serious dude. And I still need to vet a new treasurer because the last one was skimming whom I had to handle last night BY MYSELF. I’m tired of covering for your ass.” He walked out screaming “I swear to you Jeonghan I will come back with a taser.” Before shutting the door behind him.
As much as Jeonghan wanted to punch his brother he knew he was right, so he begrudgingly got up and got ready. Walking into the kitchen he stopped short when he saw his father seated at the kitchen table.
“You still follow around Kim like a blind puppy.”
Jeonghan angrily pulled out a chair, sitting down across from his father.
“I live here, remember.” He grumbled as he poured himself a cup of tea. His appetite was gone at the sight of his father.
“Yes, well I expect you in the main house by the end of the week.”
“What! Why?” Jeaonghan was completely caught off guard.
“It’s time you stop lazing around and get to some real work.” With that his father stood and headed out the door showing that his word was final.
Jeonghan slammed his cup down, breaking off the handle and spilling tea on the side of the table.
“Oh my.” Kim said, suddenly in the kitchen and rushing to clean the spill. “And I really liked that set.”
Jeaonghans mood relaxed as he looked at Kim's somber expression.
He knew she had hundreds of teas sets all around this house, all which she called her favorite.
He gently held her hand and she leaned down into a hug.
A quiet sob shook her shoulders.
Jeonghan knew as well that his world would change completely once, he left. Even in Kim’s warm embrace he still felt the weight of his father's expectations on his already heavy soul.
☾
Trying to get back into the swing of life proved to be as difficult as you’d expected. Eventually you got the strength to go and collect your things from work. You realized that it wouldn't be appropriate to ignore any more of your bosses' calls, the final one saying that your things were going to be disposed of if you didn’t come for them, by the end of the week.
There was nothing important there, but you went and got it anyway. You tried to smile and ignore the concerned questions and glances of your ex-coworkers, but they still bothered you. If only they knew how right, they were to worry for you.
You spent the rest of the day outside just roaming around aimlessly. Your house felt so small and lonely. Once the sun had set you forced yourself to go back home.
Walking into your house you placed your box of your things on the counter instantly reaching for the bottle of wine you’d left there this morning. You felt around but when you still couldn’t find it you sighed and turned on the light.
Frozen in terror your brain rushed through all of its possible escape options as your eyes looked to the stranger that was sitting at your dining room table sipping your wine.
“You know I’ve never drank the cheap stuff before, but this really isn't half bad.”
He took another swig before flashing you a charming and all too familiar smile.
“Are you Jeonghan’s brother?” You asked, your hands reaching for your keys. You remembered Jeonghan mentioning his siblings, but you couldn't remember their names.
“Astute.” He said without a genuine smile. “But not smart if you think those keys will do anything other than piss me off.”
The man stood up and walked towards you, stopping before he got too close. “My name is Jisoo. I come in peace.” He showed you his empty hands before putting up two peace signs and waving them at you with a goofy smile.
“I’m here to offer you a job opportunity.”
........
"Okay."
"Seriously?" Jisoo asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.
It only took a moment after he had explained what it was that he was offering you before you agreed. you weren't entirely sure why it felt so easy to say yes but you didn't question it at al.
You knew that you were absolutely crazy to say yes to Jisoo. The new treasurer for one of the biggest gangs on this side of the country.
“It will require you to move.” Jisoo said, still a little surprised by how quickly you agreed.
“Sure. no problem.”
Jisoo only shrugged before scribbling his information on a napkin.
“Call me when you’re ready.”
With that he downed the last of the wine, gave you a wink, and walked out of the door leaving you drowning in your thoughts.
☾
You periodically dried your hands on your jeans while clutching onto your duffel bag.
All that you'd packed fit only in one duffle bag. Has your life really been that small?
“You’re a pretty one.” Jisoo said, looking at you instead of the road.
You returned his comment with a frown. “Pardon?”
“You know I didn't really get a good look at you before because your house was all dark and depressing but now, I can see why Jeonghan has been all screwed up.”
Jeonghan hadn’t even so much as tried to contact you since your last interaction. Hearing Jisoo's words made your heart constrict. Was Jeonghan feeling just as shitty as you were?
The Yoon house was more like that of a palace. Now parked, you tilted your head to see the top of the huge building through the car window.
“Beautiful isn’t it.” Jisoo said, stepping out of the car. “You’ll be working in the main house, but your room will be in the servants' quarters…which is this way.” He grabbed your bag from you and walked away leaving you no choice but to follow him.
“Don’t worry, it’s also very nice.”
He was right. Although the servant quarters were significantly smaller than the main house it was still beautiful and grand.
You followed him inside and he led you past the kitchen and into a spacious and elegantly furnished bedroom.
“You’re free to use anything in this house. This is your room. I’ll call you to the main house when you have business to attend. For now, just get settled and comfortable.”
You looked around the room taking in the beautiful layout when a familiar small frame peaked into the room with a warm smile.
“Oh, and this is the head maid-“
“Kim!” You said excitedly. You ran to her and gave her a hug, her arms wrapping around you warm and welcoming like soup for your tired soul.
Even though you only saw her a few times she already felt so familiar, causing a breath of relief to wash over your anxious mind.
“I see you've met already.” Jisoo said but was ignored as you and Kim caught up with each other. “Well since you’re in good hands I’m gonna head out ... .aaand I’m invisible.”
Jisoo shook his head and walked out of the room.
“Oh darling, it's lovely to have you here.” Kim said holding your hands. “Now I can have someone to talk to.”
“Aren’t there other house workers?”
“Oh, there are plenty. But none of them are like you” She winked at you with a smile that you couldn’t help returning. “These workers come and go so often I stopped bothering with anything more than pleasantries. But I have a feeling that you and I darling are going to be great friends.”
It felt nice to know there was someone around that you felt you could trust and rely on.
•••
By now you had been in and out of the house plenty of times as you get acquainted with their records and logbooks that you needed for work. And yet… you still had not run into Jeonghan. Was he avoiding you?
You rolled your eyes as you packed your things and headed back to the servants' quarters. What would you even say if you saw him?
It was late and you had been working all day trying to sort the mess of files Jisoo had dumped on you. The last guy really did a number on them and Jisoo wanted it fixed as quickly as possible. You wondered what happened to the last treasurer but ultimately decided to shake off the thought. ‘Best not to over think.’ You told yourself.
After a long hot shower, you still weren’t in the least bit sleepy. Insomnia was wrapping its cold fingers around you and it was starting to become more and more exhausting. With a sigh you put on your pajamas and made your way to the kitchen to brew yourself some tea.
You brought some files back with you to sort and review while you sat down and sipped on your tea. Preoccupied and completely engrossed in your work, you didn't notice the gentle sound of the door opening and shutting.
“Kim?” A voice softly whispers as a familiar frame creeped into the dim kitchen.
You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
Turning around quickly your eyes landed on the slender man that stood before you. Even after months apart your treacherous heart remembered the dance it did just for him.
“Y/n!” Jeonghan looked truly shocked, his eyes wide with confusion.
“What are you doing here?” You asked. “Jisoo said you live in the main house.”
“I was looking for- wait shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
You shrugged. “I live here. I’ve been working as your treasurer for a bit now. Didn’t Jisoo tell you?”
“No… he didn’t.” Jeonghan said a little distractedly. “You shouldn't read in such dim lighting.”
He went and turned on a light that was on the side of a cabinet, filling the room with a bright glow.
“So that’s where that was. I couldn't find it and just gave up.”
“You could've asked someone.”
“Everyone is sleeping.”
You both fell into an awkward silence as you looked everywhere but at each other.
“Uhm…Do you want some tea?” You asked. You smiled timidly and you saw his body relax a bit.
Jeonghan carefully pulled out and sat in the chair right next to you.
You got up, grabbed another cup and poured Jeonghan a cup of tea, placing it in front of him.
In the time it took you he was already flipping through your papers only taking a pause to taste the tea.
“This is good.” He said, taking another sip. “Where’d you buy it?”
“Thank you, I mixed it myself. Please don’t mess with my papers.” You quickly gathered up your papers from where he had moved them in front of him. “I’m trying to sort them and you’re making a mess.”
You reached for the papers in his hand, but he smiled and pulled them out of your reach.
“That’s really mature Jeong- '' as you reached for the paper you slipped and fell into him, his arm wrapping securely around you and holding you close.
With Jeonghan's close proximity all but your beating heart had abandoned you. In a stupor you allowed his warm lips to wrap around yours, tasting as sweet as you remembered them.
You pulled away with hot tears suddenly spilling from your eyes.
“Absolutely not Yoon Jeonghan.” you stood and backed away from him, his face blurring in your eyes.
“Y/N…”
The way his voice called your name was deadly for your health.
“I told you already. I’m not your plaything.”
He stood up now, reaching out for your hand but you swiftly pulled away as you took another step back.
“I hate feeling used. My whole life… never again.”
He walked closer and his darling scent filled your nose. Green tea and cigarettes… and liquor. You hadn’t taken notice before but… had he been drinking?
He reached out again but this time you stayed still, allowing his calloused hands to softly hold your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks and swiping away your tears.
In the next moment you were watching his back as he left you feeling confused and …tired. You cleaned up and went to bed falling asleep as soon as your head touched the pillow.
•••
“Jisoo you piece of shit.”
“Good morning to you too. I'm a little busy right now.”
He gestured to the moaning mound underneath his covers, no doubt his flavor of the week.
“The new treasurer. Jisoo what the fuck?!”
“Oh, so you’ve met her.”’ He placed his hand on the mound, stopping the movement as he looked up at Jeonghan’s angry face. “I thought I told her not to come over without telling me?”
“I ran into her last night when I went to check on Kim.”
“Good god, Father is right, you do follow her around like a puppy.”
“Don’t you ever quote that dick head to me again.” Jeonghan’s voice came low and serious.
“Okay okay calm down. What happened to you? You used to be so chill? Listen, you know Father hates distractions. Don’t give him a reason to think Kim or Y/N are, okay?”
Jeonghan felt true horror at what Jisoo was insinuating. He knew that his brother was right.
Jeonghan leaned against the wall feeling deflated and dizzy with anger.
“How did you find Y/N anyway?”
“Seriously?” Jisoo asked sarcastically. “Super sexy by the way.”
He followed the last sentence with a smirk that was met with Jeonghan’s furious glare.
“Oh relax. You’re no fun anymore.” Jisoo said dismissing Jeonghan’s attitude with the wave of his hand. “Listen Jeonghan, brother to brother, you need to get your shit together before Father does it for you. I can assure you he won't be as careful about it as you. Now get the fuck out of my room.”
Jeonghan left without another word, the moaning starting up again before he closed the door. He knew his brother was right, it was time to pull his head out of the sand.
☾
In a job like Jeonghan’s there was always something that needed to get done. The bigger you are the less people think you notice. Unfortunately for them you don’t grow from the lack of concern, there are eyes everywhere.
As Mr. Yoon got older his lifestyle allowed him more youth than his peers but alas age was catching up on him. That meant the Jeonghan and Jisoo's responsibilities were increasing 10-fold.
In a family like the Yoon's where they didn’t take the easy way out through human and drug trafficking business management was important. Jeonghan's job tonight was dealing with an overzealous CEO of one of their liquor companies who was brave enough to start a slush fund.
Thanks to their new and ever so clever treasurer a lot of those kinds of parasites were coming to the surface.
Jeonghan wished the man had just chosen the easy way but irrational and crazy was always the theme. Father always told them that if someone started a fight it didn't end until one of you was dead. Even though the ass hole had gotten a few good slices in, Jeonghan had been the victor.
Coming home tired and exhausted he just wanted to shower and… see you. Wracking his brain for an excuse to visit the servant quarters he pulled off his bloodied shirt and headed to his room. A light peaked through the cracks of a study room door and Jeonghan figured Jisoo was working late. As he walked closer to check in on his brother when a familiar laugh filled his ears.
Suddenly high alert he crept closer, his back to the wall as he listened in.
“No no, those don’t go over there Jisoo!” Your voice came like honey to his ears. “You’re not helping.” There was that laugh again cutting through Jeonghan more than the tussle earlier that night had.
“Whatever you say Madam. I’ll just sit here and watch you work your magic.” Jisoo’s voice was coated in honey as he laughed along with Y/N.
‘What’s even so funny?’ Jeonghan grumbled quietly to himself. He took a deep breath before opening the door and casually strolling into the room. He saw red when his eye landed on you sitting crossed legged on the table in a tank top and shorts as Jisoo leaned over your shoulder reading the paper in your hands.
Jisoo looked up first, a smile playing on his lips when he spoke. “Well, you look like shit.”
You looked up, your face crumbling with concern the moment your eyes met with Jeonghan’s battered body.
He had a bloody shirt in his hands and fresh cuts on his slim frame, the biggest of which was still bleeding through the bandage that was haphazardly wrapped around it.
“Thanks.” Jeonghan said sarcastically to his brother before throwing the shirt at him and sitting down on the chair near the wall. His hair fell into his face but the shadows draping around him couldn’t hide the bags under his sleepy eyes. Jisoo blocked the shirt, and it fell with a wet thud to the floor.
“Gross! This isn't all your blood, is it?” Jisoo wined, wiping his hands on his pants.
The urge to brush his silky hair aside and hold him to your chest was so all-consuming it made you feel nauseous.
“You could’ve helped me, you know.” Jeonghan continued to his brother, completely ignoring you.
“Serves you right after the shit I did for you.” Jisoo retorted, still wiping his hands in disgust before smiling smugly at Jeonghan. “Besides I knew you could handle it, and I had to keep my new friend company.”
He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving a squeeze and smiling down at you.
“Eww, don’t touch me with those hands!” You laughed and brushed Jisoo's hand away before quickly looking at Jeonghan and catching something flicker across his face that left as quickly as it came.
“Well.” Jeonghan said standing and walking to the door. “Don’t work too hard, I’m going to bed.”
The moment he shut the door behind him you hopped down from the table, giving a good stretch before you began stacking your papers.
“Well, I better go before it gets too late.” You said with a shy smile as you suddenly felt awkward.
“Booo, you guys are boring.” Jisoo leaned against the table, his eyes watching you as you gathered your things. “You know there’s no point ignoring him if you're waiting around for him anyway.”
“What?” You looked up at Jisoo's' bored expression.
“Sleep with me.”
You searched his face for something to tell you he was joking, rolling your eyes in frustration when you found nothing of the sort.
“Both of you are so…so…ugh” You gave up with an exasperated sigh as you finished picking up your things.
“I'm just saying…” Jisoo began with his hands up defensively. “If you don’t want to sleep with me you must still want to sleep with him. So why are you giving each other the cold shoulder?”
“Oh my- good night, Jisoo.” Waving goodbye, you left the room in a huff.
Jisoo was crazy just like his brother. Crazy and annoyingly right. But you didn’t need Jeonghan’s handsome and extremely slutty younger brother to tell you you still wanted Jeonghan.
After a quick shower and a cup of tea you found yourself tossing and turning in bed as you thought about that man who plagued your heart.
Was he okay? Those cuts looked pretty bad. And he was still bleeding. Did he need help?
You groaned in frustration holding your pillow over your head. What even was your life?
Jeonghans shower proved difficult with open wounds. Most of the blood on his body wasn’t his so he couldn't bear another moment longer with it on his skin. Struggling to wash his hair with his sore arms proved drying as completely impossible. Only having the energy to pull on pants he flopped on the floor and leaned his head back, his damp hair leaving a wet spot on his blanket.
Drifting off he figured he had imagined the gentle rapping on his door but when it came again, he got up and took a look.
“Y/N!” He said in disbelief. “How did you find my room?
“Jisoo told me.”
You didn’t wait for him to let you in, pushing past him you hurried through the door in fear of being spotted. You carefully placed the bag of things you brought for him against the wall. “I wanted to see if you needed help.”
He was quiet for a moment, carefully letting the situation flip around in his head before speaking.
“Well…my hair is still pretty wet…”
You nodded and headed straight for his bathroom finding the blow dryer abandoned on his sink counter.
Finding an outlet near his bed you sat down before gesturing for him to come.
He silently sat between your legs with his back leaning against his bed, his head resting on your stomach.
Your thigh was soft and warm against his arm as your fingers delicately combed through his hair as the warm air blew.
Feeling completely relaxed the moment passed too quickly for Jeonghan and he found himself wishing he never replaced his broken dryer that barely worked.
He felt disappointed as you stood but you only picked up the bag you brought with you and pulled out a first aid kit and a canteen.
Walking towards him you placed the canteen on his nightstand and sat down next to him on the floor.
“These don’t look like they need stitches, but I’ll ask Kim to check in the morning. For now, I’ll clean and bandage them, okay.”
All Jeonghan could do was nod as your soft fingers tenderly cared for him. You finished quickly and once again he found himself feeling ridiculous as he wished that he’d taken a few more cuts in the fight.
You sitting so close to him left him feeling incomprehensibly ravenous.
Your body felt a shift in the atmosphere, so you quickly stood up and scurried to the door. You feared your own treacherous desires in his presence.
“There is some porridge in there for you. I can’t promise it’s good, but it is still warm.” With that you grabbed your bag and slipped through the door shutting it silently behind you.
You came and left like a breeze leaving Jeonghan to wonder if maybe he’d imagined it all. But the still warm container of porridge on his nightstand and that sweet scent of you that lingered in the air told him that it had all been true.
Each bite made him more tired than the next, but he forced his eyes open as he finished the savory meal you prepared for him. Feeling peacefully warm he slipped under his covers and fell fast asleep.
You quietly cleaned up the kitchen, apologizing to the workers who were just getting in for the noise before going upstairs to your room and slipping into bed. Flashes of earlier flooded your thoughts but it wasn’t long before you were fast asleep.
☾
The ringing blare of the main house sirens alerted you awake. Quickly jumping from your bed, you ran from your room only to be swept in the crowd of staff that were rushing from the house. Once outside and still in a daze you stopped in your tracks and looked up in terror.
People crashed into you as you watched the huge dark gray bellow of smoke that rose from the main house. An entire wing was engulfed in bright orange flames. Someone knocked into you hard causing you to fall to the ground. The wet earth seeped through your thin nightwear as you watched staff rush to set up the hoses to the water lines. Finally snapping out of your stupor you pulled yourself up and rushed to help.
When the fire was gone, and the commotions died down the silence settled like the embers that lightly fizzled out in the damp grass. The news traveled fast amongst the staff in waves of shock and horror.
Mr. Yoon was dead.
While his sons were away on a mission someone had killed him and set his mansion wing ablaze. Carefully trekking through the rubble a few of his men retrieved his body.
The funeral was private with Yoon DongMin’s place of rest being somewhere only his sons knew.
Every day following the house was quiet and somber as the brothers worked tirelessly in search of the culprit.
Some nights they would walk through the door of the servant quarters with exhaustion slowed steps and blood splattered across their clothing. It wasn't sadness that fueled their restless hours, it was pride and principle.
“It doesn't make sense!” Jisoo yelled, kicking over the chair beside him.
You looked up from the files you were tirelessly pouring over every night to get their business affairs in order after their fathers passing.
Jeonghan ran his hands through his hair in equal frustration. He took another drag from his cigarette, but it didn't calm him.
“How could someone not only sneak into our high security house but also find Fathers room and catch him off guard enough to slit his throat!” Jisoo was pacing now as he spoke.
“Maybe it's someone he knew?” Jeonghan said pensively. “A prostitute? A set up?”
Jisoo shook his head. “He would never let his guard down like that. And also, how would they know the layout enough to shut off both our main and backup cameras.”
“An inside job?” you threw out into the conversation.
“We question everyone with that level of clearance…extensively.'' Jeonghan said, flexing his fingers to soothe the aching of his bruised knuckles.
“We've all got a shareholders meeting in the morning and you guys are beyond exhausted.” You said soothingly. “Let's all get some rest and regroup tomorrow.”
“You're right.” Jisoo mumbled, suddenly aware of his exhaustion.
The boys had been sleeping in the servants' quarters recently for safety measures so Jisoo tiredly trudged to his room and shut the door.
After you were done packing your things away you turned to Jeonghan who hadn't budged from his chair.
“Do you want me to put on some tea?” you whispered with a small smile.
When he didn't respond you got up and turned on the electric kettle. You pushed in your chair and sat down in the one beside him.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Without a response Jeonghan leaned over resting his weary head on your shoulder. You hesitated for a moment before gently running your finger through his hair. The kettle clicked off telling you water was boiled but you ignored it.
“Come with me.” You stood up pulling Jeonghan along with you to your room and shutting the door.
You stripped down to your underwear tossing the day's exhausted clothes in your hamper and then encouraged Jeonghan to do the same. He looked at you with curious amusement but still complied.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his small smile giving away his fatigue.
“Just trust me, okay? Let me take care of you. Please?”
Once he was done you pulled him into your bed, laying him down with the push of your hand against his chest.
You laid down next to him, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, giving a squeeze.
To Jeonghan, the feeling of your warm body flush with his had healing properties.
“I think I sort of get how you feel.” Your voice was soft and careful as you spoke. “When I found out my brother died it felt so weird. I hated him so much but…”
“He’s still family.” Jeonghan finished for you.
Jeonghan lifted his head and looked into your face framed by the cool moonlight.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
Moving on to his side he propped himself up, gazing down at you with what resembled the twinkle of a galaxy in his eyes. You smiled up at him, your cheeks bashful from his attention. Holding his face, you pulled him towards you until your desperate mouths met in a fever.
His body was hot and heavy on you as he leaned into your embrace, stealing more of your kisses.
Butterflies from his touch sprinkled across your sensitive skin, the velvet of his tongue intoxicatingly potent. Reaching under you he unclipped your bra, pulling it off, throwing it aside, before leaning down and kissing in between your soft mounds right above your heart.
You lost yourself in dizzy lust as his nimble fingers skillfully played with your swollen clit.
“W-wait.” You said, stopping his hand.
His lips vibrated against your nipples as he hummed to question you.
“Let me take care of you.”
You gently pushed at his chest until he laid back on the bed. Sitting up you straddled his hips and looked down at his amused face.
Jeonghan couldn't take his eyes off your alluring physique. The way your perked nipples still wet with his kisses glistened in the moonlight made it hard for him to form any amount of a coherent thought.
He couldn't resist squeezing your tensed thighs while you rubbed your pussy, wet and warm, up and down his painfully hard erection.
Sultry sounds fell from your pretty lips and made his cock twitch with need.
Just as Jeonghan was sure he couldn't take more of your teasing you lifted on your knees and rubbed his tip at your silky entrance. Completely entranced by your touch he fell apart just from watching the way you pulled your lips into your luscious mouth and crimped your eyebrows as your glistening core slowly swallowed him up.
Once you fit as much of him as you could, you stilled and blinked to halt the spinning of your lust hazed mind. The titillating feeling of your hot hungry walls squeezing around him caused his hips to lift into you in search of more.
Steadying yourself with your hands on his chest you worked your hips against him. His soft grunts poured lustrously in your ears filling you with pride as you continued your movements despite the increasing exhaustion of your hips. As the coil tightened in your core you steadied your breathing so you could last longer for him.
You felt Jeonghan's hands squeezing and guiding your hip, one hand slipping down to your clit and sending your mind into a static like fuzz. Your movements slowed but Jeonghan didn't mind taking the lead a bit by lifting his hips and meeting you halfway.
Missing your lips he reached up and pulled you to him, your sweaty skin rubbing together as the new position pushed him into you deliciously. The drink of his lips accompanied with his thrusts filled you with more ecstasy than your body could contain. The rush of your high overloaded your senses, shutting you down and leaving you feeling as if you were floating. You came back to the mumble of your name spilling from Jeonghan's lips as his hot seed filled you, mixing with your juices and slicking between your sticky spent bodies.
His heartbeat like a drum beneath you, his chest rocking you with every breath. Using your remaining strength, you lift yourself up and peppered Jeonghan with lazy kisses on his smiling lips. The fluttering of his feather-like eyelashes was hypnotizing as you watched him fall peacefully asleep.
Smiling to yourself you moved his sweaty hair from his face, holding a kiss in between his tensed brows until they softened.
“Sweet dreams my Hannie.” you whispered into his neck as you snuggled into him and shut your eyes for the night.
☾
You thanked past you for the alarm that woke you two up in time to get ready for the early morning meeting you had to attend. You shower first before waking him up. Instead of getting ready he laid still watching you with a smile as you scurried around and pulled on your clothes in a panic.
“You know it's okay if we're late.” Jeonghan spoke with a teasing lilt to his voice. He was thoroughly enjoying watching the way you wiggled your pants on.
You looked at him, smiling when you saw his signature mischievous head tilt that destroyed your every defense . You closed your eyes for a second to reset your weakening heart.
“I don't think being late is appropriate if you want to show respect and dignity.”
You sat down next to him on the bed to pull your socks on when he reached over and tickled you.
“Loosen up.” Jeonghan said laughing along with you. He sat up, pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your bare shoulder.
You took the chance to tickle him back, but his reflexes were quicker. Grabbing you he fell back on the bed, pulling you atop him.
You stopped his lips between your two fingers as they littered your breast with kisses. You felt him growing hard beneath you and lifted yourself back up with a teasing smirk.
“I'm going to make breakfast.”
Pulling away from his pleading grip you patted him playfully on the chest and stood up walking away with a sexy sway of your hips leaving him to figure out his own issue.
Jisoo raised his eyebrow at you when he heard the sound of the shower from your room's direction instead of Jeonghans. Without a word he poured his coffee, shaking his head and laughing at the blush that now colored your face.
After the meeting you went home first to finish up with the files in their father's office.
When lunchtime rolled around the brothers ate and then went for a little walk before they had to get back to the stuffy offices in their stuffy suits while stuffy people bored them to death.
“No wonder Father was so fucking miserable; this is depressingly painful.” Jeonghan said to his brother as he stretched and rubbed his eyes.
“Jeonghan. I think that old lady’s been following us.” Jisoo grabbed his brother's arm before he could turn around and look. “Let's just keep walking until we get somewhere more private and then we'll confront her.
Jeonghan nodded and they slightly picked up pace only taking small glances to check if the woman was still following them, which she was.
As the crowd thinned out, suspecting she wasn't alone, the brothers prepared themselves for a fight.
But when they turned around a middle aged woman stood there by herself.
She smiled and stepped closer. Instinctively Jeonghan stepped over to block his brother without taking his eyes off the woman's hands that were hidden in the sleeves of her jacket. Jeonghan reached for his gun and Jisoo quickly turned around to make sure no one was behind them.
“I came alone.” she said, her voice soft and low.
The women, although young looking, had long silver hair pulled elegantly into a bun. She wore a sweater dress with a collar that was low enough to reveal a ghastly scar across her neck. Jeonghan couldn't shake the familiar feeling she felt when he looked at her.
“Jeonghan….”
“How do you know my name?” Jeonghan demanded, now pulling out his gun and pointing it at the woman.
He knew never to underestimate an opponent so despite her small frame he was still on guard. She wouldn't get a chance to hurt him or his brother without a bullet through her head.
She put her hands up to show that they were empty.
“Please, I mean know harm. I just want to talk.’
When Jeonghan did not respond she inched closer.
Once she was a few feet away she smiled up at Jeonghan and spoke. “Jeonghan it's me. It's your mother.”
At that moment he saw it. The young face that smiled brightly in the picture he found in his father's draw when he was younger. The face that Kim had shown him when he had begged her to know more about his mother. Now small and thin her eyes still shone the same whimsical way.
Jeonghan could only lower his gun in quiet shock but Jisoo’s words spoke his mind. “No, that's impossible. You're dead.”
She shrugged casually. “Your father should've known best of all the importance of burying your own bodies.”
If it wasn't for his brother's support Jeonghan might have fallen over.
“It was you, wasn't it?” he asked quietly. “You killed him.”
Jisoo looked at his brother in confusion until all the pieces clicked together for him as well.
“That's how the killer knew where to find the cameras, and his room…” Jisoo thought aloud, his voice sounding almost impressed.
“He was so surprised when he saw me.” she bitterly chuckled as she recounted the night. “I'd never seen him look scared before…” she touched the scar on her neck before stepping closer again.
“So what exactly do you want?” Jeonghan asked, he was struggling to hold back the unidentifiable wall of emotions he was feeling.
“Nothing. I only wanted to free you of that monster, it was all I could do for you.”
She reached for Jeonghan's face, and he let her put a gentle hand on his cheek. Looking into his estranged mothers' eyes made tears well in Jeonghans.
“And to tell you that I love you so much.”
Jeonghan reached to wipe away the rivers that spilled from the woman’s shaking eyes, but she timidly backed away.
“Take care.” she whispered.
“Wait!” Jeonghan called out but the woman quickly turned and hurried away.
He started after her, but he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder. He turned to Jisoo to find his brother shaking his head.
Suddenly Jeonghan found himself laughing. Of all the emotions that whirled through him he wasn't sure why laughter was his outlet, but he didn’t fight it. At first Jisoo blinked at him, completely baffled but soon he was joining his brother.
“I think we've lost our minds.” Jisoo said, wiping tears from his eyes as their laughter finally subdued.
“Actually, I feel great.” Jeonghan said, draping his arm over his brother's shoulder and walking back to their car. “Let’s go home Jisoo.”
☾
Tiptoeing down the cold hall with your bare feet and your throw blanket wrapped securely around your barely dressed body you searched for your lover. Poking your head in each room as you passed it you finally rejoiced upon finding him in his study. His body languidly poured over the papers in front of him as he finished up the day's work.
You carefully creeped towards him in hopes to startle him in his focused state, but he looked up at you and smiled.
“You’re not exactly a ninja, love.”
He tilted his head in that adorable way that still owned your heart.
You spun his chair towards you and threw yourself in his lap.
“Come to bed.”
“I will, soon.”
Jeonghan took a deep inhale of your scent as your deliciously warm body straddled his lap. “You smell delicious.” he said playfully biting your shoulder, your giggle filling him with energy as you swatted him away.
“Did you talk to your mom today?”
“Umhm. She went back to Japan last night, so she called me when she landed.”
You could tell he still felt weird talking about her.
“Before I forget, open that draw.” Jeonghan said pointing to the right draw of his desk.
You smiled at him curiously before turning around on his lap and pulling out the draw. Your breath hitched the moment your eyes laid on the open jewelry box that was reviled to you.
“I figured I owed you something proper. These are all custom made just for you.”
Jeonghan reached around you and picked up the beautifully carved wooden box, bringing it closer to you.
Reaching inside you picked up a necklace with a delicate golden chain and a pendent that sparkled. You took the box from his hands and closed it before setting it on his desk and giving him the necklace.
Jeonghan placed a tender kiss on your neck before clasping the necklace around it. Holding your cheeks he gently turned your face to him and left a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Can I stay here while you finish up?” You said with round pleading eyes that he would never resist.
“You have to hold on, I need my hands free so I can work.
“I've got an idea!”
Jeonghan's eyebrow raised at you as you lifted the hem of his tee shirt, ducking under and crawling inside, resting your head on his chest.
The vibration of his laughter was soothing as he wrapped the cover around you, tucking the sides so it wouldn’t fall off.
“You are a very peculiar person.” He said while rubbing your back to still the shaking of your giggling.
His shirt was large and it secured you nicely against him, the warmth of his body and scent completely relaxing you.
“Hey! Don’t tickle me.” He said patting your butt in jest-full scolding.
“Then don't be so ticklish.” You said poking him once more.
“Either you stop, or I toss you out.”
You exaggeratedly gasped. “You wouldn't dare.”
“Try me.” He said, grabbing hold of your waist and lightly beginning to pull.
“Okay okay I won't tickle you.”
You had to wrap your arms tightly around him to stop from slipping as you laughed.
“What’s this?” You asked, your hands brushing against slightly raised skin down by his hip bone.
“Just a tattoo Jisoo wanted to get with me. You can see it later, stop moving.”
“How about you read aloud so you can stay awake, and I can go to sleep?” You request.
The soft hum of his voice vibrating through his chest was absolutely serene causing you to drift into a comfortable sleep.
When you woke up again you were in his bed still cuddling against him, his shirt gone and his arms like a cocoon around you. You struggled to slide from his embrace you as he mumbled protests against your shoulder and pulled you closer.
“Shhhh, I’m just going to pee.”
When you came back for the bathroom he was sprawled out in the bed, the covers no longer covering his torso.
Sitting down next to him you examined his new ink.
“Family….” You read in a whisper.
You delicately traced the thin loopy letters until Jeonghan stirred. Grabbing your hand, he smiled sleepily at you before pulling you against him.
“Jisoo wrote mine and I wrote his. To remind us of what’s important, of why we’re still doing this.”
He paused for a moment, thinking as he rubbed your back. You could feel the gentle thump of his heart… feel the peace in each beat.
“You, Jisoo, Kim… you guys are my family.”
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High Water | Happiness Series
a/n: okay guys, I have ONE MONTH left of school for the semester, THEN I WILL HAVE TIME FOR THIS I PROMISE. a lot has happened since I last updated, this was all written over a six month period and of course finished three weeks after my major breakup w my bestie of 7 years LOL ENJOY
a/n 2: and thank you always to @as-is-above-so-below for not killing me over taking forever to update and for letting me fall down her stairs and (separate incident) get a splinter from her floor LOL
warnings: military talk. TW: TORTURE
summary: Price has to make a difficult decision.
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Night vision, gloved finger tensed on the trigger of his rifle. The back alley was secured, Soap kept two feet behind him at all times as Price unlocked the side door of the “abandoned” factory warehouse.
Four pairs of boots were muted against the cracked concrete, rifles pointed upwards and watching for any hostiles in their way. The mission was to collect intel and neutralize any threats - hopefully this would deliver them to the target. A man who was a ghost just like Simon Riley, but just… tied up in debts that span decades. Expendable men were set in the center of the warehouse, a table set up with chairs, chips and cards strewn about the wooden surface. Silence was a friend to the Russian men’s killers, but not to them. A small radio lowly played some sot of music, it was melancholy and heavy on the sax. Blues, Simon reflected, fitting.
One Russian - wearing a white shirt and black pants, a deep purple bruise on his fair face - pulled a chair from the table, setting down a laptop on a handful of worn cards.
“Boss has two targets with him, they’re to be sold by the end of the week.”
The man with a green jacket shrugged, as he sat down too; kicking his feet onto the table. “Not sure if there’s a big enough market for screaming babies, друг.”
“We’ll be getting a big payout if we get them to auction before their family finds out.”
Simon’s stomach clenched, he almost shot them both right there if it wasn’t for Gaz grabbing his arm and squeezing it. He couldn’t imagine it being you and the girls, it wouldn’t be anyway. Calm down. He focused on slinging his rifle silently over his shoulder, taking hold of the corner of sturdy boxes, wrapped up in plastic film. He hauled himself up, keeping his balance and grip focused on climbing up since the crate was the height of his shoulders. He placed his right foot on the top, pushing himself up before repeating the action with the next and final crate. It was routine the way he retrieved his rifle from his back, laying prone on the hefty crate with his finger parallel to the trigger and his eye in the scope. He was swift, it was second nature; his breath didn’t falter when Gaz settled on his torso beside him with his tact scope in his grasp.
“Bravo 0-7, do you have sight on the target?”
Ghost’s eye closed, the other focusing through the scope of his rifle.
“Affirmative.”
There was a loud screech of the door Gaz was watching, Ghost’s chest clenched with anticipation as he watched the intel walk in - wearing joggers and a long sleeve shirt, talking loudly on his phone in Russian.
“Soap, detain the target as soon as he is within range. Gaz, Ghost, drop ‘em as soon as Soap is clear.”
There wasn’t a beat of silence after that, as everyone launched into action. Johnny was quick to tackle the man, the other two dropped dead within milliseconds. His gloved hand seemed to cover the man’s whole jaw, fingertips pressed uncomfortably into the man’s skin. Ghost had dropped from his position in seconds and across the room in a few strides.
“Where is yer boss?”
Gaz slid a chair behind the man, Soap shoved him into it. Struggling hands were strapped to it, the man with dark blond hair and joggers spat out vicious words towards the skull balaclava. He barely caught Price snatching the open laptop from the table before he looked back to Soap and the hostage, the Sergeant dug his nails into the Russian’s face. The Lieutenant pulled a rag from his vest, watching them intently. The 141 was a well oiled machine, oiled with the saccharine taste of blood.
“Where the fuck is yer boss?”
“You’ll never find him-“ Ghost shoved the cloth into the man’s mouth before in a flash, his knife found its new home in the hostage’s knee. The screams muffled, he leaned closer. The words spoken were low, but enough to elicit a snarl from the hostage before another scream.
Price only gazed at Ghost for a moment before looking back at the laptop, checking through folders for measly information. Gaz was stood by the door, watching for any intruders - hand on his rifle, ignoring the muffled screams of the last threat alive in the room. But he wouldn’t be alive much longer with Ghost’s knives sticking out of his body like decorations. Don’t ask for mercy, my hounds won’t give you any, he remarked.
He looked down at the dashboard, seeing a browser left open. He clicked on it, seeing an encrypted chat log with the target and his right hand man - the man screaming for his life in the chair.
Don’t be late
The damn baby is losing it
If I have to hear another word from this girl I’m going to kill her
Price is a stoic man, one hardened by war - barely scared of anything; yet, Price wasn’t prepared when he scrolled up. His heart shot straight into his throat, eyes widened by a fraction, his hand gripping the table could’ve broken it in half. He blindly grabbed his phone, taking a picture of the screen before slamming the laptop closed. It was secured between his arm and chest in three seconds, tapping a number on the screen of his phone before he walked past Gaz and out of the room. The building was secured, he knew that - yet, he felt the fear that he may be watched. The secure line droned on for only a moment before there was an answer.
“John?”
“Laswell. What the fuck happened?”
There’s crying in the background, he could recognize Winnie’s voice anywhere. They’ve been gone for three days. Nothing was supposed to get to Simon’s second chance, John thought he was sure of it. No, he was sure of it. He cased the house himself, did all the work to make sure one of their strongest and toughest allies would stay and protect them. What the fuck happened?
There’s a breath. “König’s been shot. Someone took Mellie and Y/N.”
“And the other one?”
John’s stomach settled like concrete, weighing him down and making him sick.
“She’s okay. She’s with us at the hospital. We took her to the park like her mother asked and when we came back, the door was kicked in, König was unconscious and bleeding out, and Mellie and Y/N weren’t there.” There was a pause. “There was a fight down here. König killed seven of them before going down.”
Okay. At least they could ID the bodies, link them to the mob - or at least, former associates of the mob. Any lead he could get.
If he could run his hand through his beard, he would’ve. It was a comfort, especially now that he has never felt this stressed in his life. Simon cannot know. Simon will destroy everything we’ve worked for to save them.
“It has to do with the target.”
John’s eyebrows furrowed. “Their intel is here. I am holding their intel.”
“John, these men are Russian. They are escaped convicts in the mob, known associates of the target.” There’s a pause, a short yell from Winnie, and Laswell sighing. “König left one unconscious. Roach is interrogating him now on base.”
“How long ago were they attacked?”
“Yesterday.” Another pause, soft words from Laswell to who he assumed was Winnie. “Listen, I’m working on this, but I need you. We need Ghost to run the rest of the operation, and we can’t do that if you tell him about this.”
There’s shouting behind the door, screaming from the victim that Ghost was torturing. John looked down the empty corridor, knowing he has to go to keep his friend safe.
“Because if they came after the girls, that means they’re coming after him. And they need him alive.”
His hand could have snapped that laptop in half. “He needs them alive.”
“I know, John.”
There’s more shouting in Russian, a loud thud and more incessant screaming.
“Keep this on the down low. I only need you. Make sure Ghost knows how to proceed.”
“With caution and safety off.” John murmured, muscles clenching in his chest. This is not going to end well.
“Get back to Manchester immediately. I’ll call if we’ve found something.” The line goes dead, Captain Price slipped the phone into his pocket before taking a deep breath.
He opened the door back to the room, being submersed in the victim’s screaming as Ghost’s black blade dragged into the muscles of his leg. Price shut the door, standing tall with worry on his mind. Gaz nodded to him, hands out for the laptop - John shook his head.
“Lieutenant.”
The skull mask didn’t look away from his target, the one screaming Russian that he didn’t know anything, stop, you’re hurting me, go to fucking Hell- Soap took the man by his throat, forcing his head back before spitting some choice words at his face. Eyebrows furrowed, Price tried again.
“Mactavish, take over for the Lieutenant.”
The Scot nodded, hand ripping Ghost’s knife out of the man’s thigh - all that filled the room were screams. Ghost finally looked to Price, an enraged look in his eye as he stood and walked towards him.
“What the fuck-”
“I’ve been reassigned.” The Captain spoke with an even tone. Nothing is wrong. Believe me, Simon, believe me. “You will be running this operation until I get this assignment under control.”
It seemed that anger swelled throughout the Lieutenant like a poison, invading every space of the menacing man. “What the fuck did you get reassigned for?”
“Diplomat’s wife and daughter have been kidnapped.” The lie slid off of the tongue like butter, smooth as easy to go down for some people. For others… it’s unsettling. Price was a good liar, it came easy, but his lieutenant was always able to tell. Not always immediately, but he will know sooner or later. “I have to run this. Are you okay doing this assignment-“
Ghost patted his Captain’s shoulder. “Got it under control.”
Price smiled, strained. “Knew I could count on you.” He glanced to the man in the chair; blood poured down his face. He then looked back to his Lieutenant, his right hand man with as straight of face he could muster. “We need to hurry this up. Only 10 minutes remaining.”
“Rog.”
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The front door was covered in a tarp, the front porch light on and curtains drawn. John Price felt the cold sickle of Death slide down his spine as he could see blood splatter on a home he once considered sacred. Simon’s home, your home, was under red tape, unknown to anyone the military who wasn’t close to Ghost. Simon created a home from nothing for his child, then opened it for you, then his new little one - God, was John proud of him. Creating a life more than worth living, in a quaint house that should have never been found - even when it was hidden in plain sight. Even the most holy grounds have had blood shed upon them.
Kate knew he was walking up the steps, she always knew, so she opened the door enough for him to slip through. Instantly, he’s met with the remnants of the carnage of your entrance way. Bullet holes and stains of blood decorated the walls and floors, even when they had been mopped and wiped clean. Dents in the walls, the floor - John imagined the beast that was König wrestling some of those fucks to the ground, snapping their necks with the twitch of his wrist. He couldn’t imagine your screams, couldn’t think of little Mellie wailing in terror.
Did you scream? Did they drug you? Hurt you? Did they dare to touch the baby? God, Simon is going to burn the world.
He looked to Kate, there’s a hardened glint in her eye. He handed her the laptop, which hadn’t been scanned yet - it would take too much time, they both knew that. She took it without a word, turning back into the front room. John strode forwards, stepping over the baby gate that was recently put there. He assumed it was to keep Winnie out of the carnage that was the front entrance, he continued on to the living room where he could see Alex sitting on the couch. A little head peered over the side of the couch and as soon as her eyes saw John, she stood at full height with tears instantly pouring down her face.
“Unc’John!”
His heart felt bruised then, the beat of it aching with every stride he took to her. He instantly plucked her from the couch, holding her to his chest as she loudly cried. “Winnie, sweetheart, it’s alright.”
“Where-Where’s Mummy and Mellie?”
John could only bear to mutter a soft, “We’re finding them, sweetheart.” He couldn’t bring himself to say that the bad guys got them, that her daddy couldn’t be the hero she knows she wants him to be because of John’s decision. He was quick to bring her to the kitchen - which seemed untouched compared to the adjacent entryway - and settled her on the countertop, right beside the sink. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet to the right, filling it with water before handing it to Winnie. The five year old took greedy sips, breathing through her nose as tears raced down her face. “Put the water down, love, you need to take some deep breaths.”
He took the glass back, only for her to reach for his hand - he took it, giving it a small squeeze. God, he can’t even remember the last time he had seen his niece cry, let alone sob. Had it been that long since she had gone without you?
“Are you hungry? Tired?” He set the glass on the counter, seeing her hiccup as she tried to catch her breath. He squeezed her hand again, all Winnie could do was let more tears fall down her face.
“Where’s Mummy?” She begged, John’s tongue felt dry. He hated lying to her, he hated not knowing anything, he hated seeing her bawl her eyes out. She didn’t witness anything, thank God, but going without you after not having to for years is terrifying to a little girl. “N’Daddy? Why-Why isn’t Daddy home?” Her hand squeezed back, much harder than she did before. “M’scared.”
“I know, Winnie.” His throat began to itch, he wanted to desperately tell her that everything would be alright - that today was just a bad dream she’ll wake up from tomorrow, that her parents will be here in the morning with her baby sister. He also wanted to scream at God and tell him that it was fucked forcing him into sacrificing Simon’s family for a stupid fucking lead, even if it did lead back to you and Mellie. He didn’t want to have the possibility of telling his niece that neither of her parents were coming home, instead of the off chance of one; he hated delivering condolences, but he wasn’t sure he could do it to a five year old girl who he has watched grow up. “I think we need to go sit down again.” A little nod and she was scooped up into his arms again, held tight as he walked back into the couch; Alex nowhere to be seen, which was fine with John. He took his normal seat at the end of the couch, resting little Winnie on his chest and pulling the blanket from the back of the couch to lay on her. He tucked it in around her stomach, making sure to cover her socked feet before gently petting her hair.
His eyes wandered to the TV, to the stupid blue dog show that she seemed to love - yet she held no interest right now. His eyes darted across the floor, seeing little firetrucks and airplanes and dolls scattered across the floor; then to the little mesh play pen that sat underneath the window, the blinds pulled up enough to where Mellie couldn’t reach, the strings tied up even higher. Soft toys and colorful blocks scattered inside of it, not to mention a few blankets and a pillow or two. Winnie’s been sleeping down here. She’s petrified.
His gaze moved to the ceiling, hand gently patting her head with a calm rhythm. He’d lay here all night, way past when his back would get sore, way past when his legs would cramp, just to give Winnie some sort of stability. He refused to think about the possibility that he may have to follow through with his promise of being her godfather - he just never imagined that it might possibly be just Winnie, not Winnie and Mellie. The thought stirred nausea in his stomach, more than any whiplash, concussion, or shitty helicopter ride could give him. He had already made the silent promise to find you and Mellie, but just for tonight, his whole goal was to make sure Winnie isn’t more scared out of her mind than she already is.
“Unc’John.”
He hummed at that, looking back down her. “Yes, sweetheart.”
Her little chin swiveled to rest on his chest to look up at him, her sweet brown eyes full of tears as she whispered, “I don’t wanna visit my Mummy at-at the cemetery like Mum G-Grace.”
I don’t want to visit my Mummy at the cemetery like Mum Grace.
I don’t want to visit my Mummy at the cemetery like Mum Grace.
The words that leave his mouth are soft, spoken like a twisted prayer. “This isn’t like your Mum Grace.” His eyebrows furrowed, petting her hair back with a gentle touch. “I swear it.”
The five year old’s lip quivered, “Promise?”
John doesn’t promise anything, he never makes a promise he wouldn’t be able to keep. He never dared enter the realm of uncertainty, knowing he could fail and hurt someone he cared about. Hell, he rarely makes promises on equipment orders for his men. He doesn’t even promise his mother anything, not since he promised he wouldn’t go into the military and did it anyway. But as he watched his friend’s daughter, his niece and goddaughter, sob quietly on his chest, he felt he had no choice but to nod. “Promise.”
At that, Winnie’s head finally fell to rest on John’s chest, he watched her eyes close as it was evident she had only held out to hear his promise. She had stayed awake to see and hear someone she trusted and knew well, she waited to close her eyes until she knew he would find you, even if she didn’t directly ask him to.
John felt obligated to keep Simon’s family alive since he knew just how much the deaths of his mother, brother, sister-in-law, and nephew nearly killed him, how the death of Grace and embracing fatherhood almost drowned him, and just how much his daughters and wife saved him from saying “Fuck it.” and stepping into enemy fire. Not only that, he felt obligated to you - to find you and Mellie, bring you home, keep Winnie safe too. You had many years left with Simon, John could see it. You couldn’t possibly leave Simon now, not when he needs you the most.
John’s eyes blinked slowly, looking down to the dozing Winnie on his chest and holding her closer, reminiscent of when she was a small toddler sleeping on his chest when he babysat. Fatigue was catching up to him, the hours in the early morning were spent combing through data for the prisoner the 141 now in had in possession, and now - your kidnapping. Simon is a dear friend, John knew him too well to say otherwise. And he also knew that you, Winnie, and Mellie were his whole world - the monster Simon was, the one John had nurtured and cared for to create a weapon, was sitting dormant in the man’s ribcage because of the unconditional love he had received. John could never argue that Simon had “gone soft” because of it, Simon had weeping and infected wounds healed by the soft touch of his wife. The Captain’s previously abused and petrified weapon was now perfect, he was the epitome of the perfect soldier. But with the knowledge of his wife and child’s safety at risk, John knew what the military didn’t.
“Captain.”
There’s a reason your husband wasn’t alerted of your abduction. John Price knew the second he said that you and Melody were missing, Simon would rip his ribcage from his chest with the force of a thousand men to expose the monster underneath. The one you only hear about in movies, the one that is passed down through tongues to generations, the one you fear will come from the shadows to eat you alive. Simon Riley is what the Captain likes to call, the Monster Under Your Bed.
“Captain.”
He grunted a little, looking over his shoulder to a stoic Alex Keller. “She’s almost asleep, Alex-“
“We might have a location.”
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Getting Caught pt 3 - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC
🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI
Warnings: masturbation, awkward moments, hand job, fingering
2k words
A few days later he’d barely walked out of his last class of the day when suddenly a soft body collided with his, gripping his shoulder and steering him down the corridor. “What in Merlin’s name…”
She shushed him, continuing to guide him down the corridor quickly. He held his wand in front of him uselessly, they were moving so fast it was struggling to register. “S-slow down. What is the meaning of this?!”
She shushed him again, finally finding a long empty corridor and pushing him against the wall. “I need to borrow you for a moment. Meet me in the secret place. It’s urgent.”
As quickly as she’d appeared, she was gone. He blinked with confusion, stuck trying to find where she darted off to and trying to understand what had just occurred.
Once he’d oriented himself he made his way to the Undercroft, knowing that was exactly what secret place she’d meant.
The clock whirring and door clanging signaled his arrival which had her jumping up from the cushy hoard of bedding they’d acquired in the corner. “Come on over here, hurry. We only have while Sebastian is busy with quidditch.”
He tried to blink the confusion away, letting the blinking of his wand guide him to where she was standing in the pile of pillows and blankets. “W-what do you mean? Has Sebastian done something we need to speak about?”
She huffed in frustration. “No! Nothing like that. I just…wanted to…erm… hang out while he’s busy.”
His brows furrowed with confusion as he made his way closer to her. “You want to ‘hang out’ in the Undercroft with just us? Why would you wa-“
She huffed and interrupted him. “Because, clearly I want to do more than hang out with you down here…okay…I just don’t want to have to say it. But if you’re interested…we could do what we did a few days ago?”
Ominis jaw would have dropped if he wasn’t so skilled in holding a neutral expression. Many thoughts raced through his mind such as ‘she does this often then?’, ‘she really wants to do this with me already?’.
He bit his lip as heat pooled in his abdomen at the mere idea that she was already so eager to do this with him again. “I-I see no reason why not. I suppose I see your desire for discretion and keeping Sebastian busy. I apologize for being confused.”
He could tell she was shaking her head at him. “No it’s fine! I’m sorry for being shy about it. Come on then, let’s get comfy?”
He allowed her to take his hand and guide him down to the pile of blankets. He got comfortable against a crate, propping a pillow behind his back. He heard her sliding her clothing up and his mind was already reeling at how eager she must be, moving so quickly.
She softly moaned, rolling her fingers over the spot between her legs while watching him. “I-I suppose I have a small request if that’s okay? But you can say no obviously. I was wondering if I could…touch you? Just to see what it feels like.”
His cheeks flushed and he nodded. Flustered didn’t even begin to cover what he was feeling at her request. “That would be fine. Of course.”
She bit her lip, looking down at the swell that already began to show in his trousers and the spot between her thighs dampened. “If you’d like, you could also feel wherever you’d like on me. Since you can’t really see the experience like I can. I wouldn't mind.”
His mind felt like melted plastic. One sentence had been all it had taken to strike him down. His cock grew immensely hard in his trousers. “Oh. Okay.”
He mentally smacked himself for sounding so awkward in front of her. She’d granted him permission to feel her up and he’d mumbled like an inexperienced idiot. Which he was, they both were as far as he’d known. “Sorry I erm…that would be lovely. But you don’t need to feel pressure to offer in trade for touching me or anything…”
She gave a breathy laugh that made him twitch in his pants. “No, I want it. I’m not only offering as a trade. I really would like to feel your hands on me.”
If he were any weaker he would have burst in his trousers that very moment. Instead he swallowed the urge to groan and nodded. “Then I’d be happy to oblige your desires.”
Beside him he could faintly hear her shimmying out of her skirt and popping the buttons of her blouse. He did the same, sliding his pants down to his knees and shedding his top layers till only his white button down remained, unbuttoned all the way open.
She sighed beside him, causing him to pull his lip between his teeth to quell his urges. His cock stood proudly in his lap and he carefully reached for it, squeezing lightly to calm his raging need.
She licked her lips beside him, hand inching toward his arm where she delicately traced across it till her hand met the silky smooth skin that covered his thick erection. He traded his hand for hers and she gripped him, careful to give a few languid strokes. He hummed but when she squoze gently and stroked a few more times his hips rolled up to meet her hand.
She swallowed, stroking him again, this time with her eyes trained on his delicate features. His lips hung slightly parted and his eyes remained gently shut, squeezing together whenever she stroked long enough to get his hips stuttering.
He groaned and she stopped, releasing him and pulling away nervously. “D-does it hurt when I squeeze?”
He shook his head, licking his bottom lip carefully. He did his best to compose himself, knowing if he wasn’t careful he’d cum too quickly for his liking. “No, not at all. In fact it feels incredible. Thank you.”
She blushed, reaching for him again, eliciting a gasp from his thin lips. “So you aren’t in pain then?”
She kept on stroking him urging his hips up, watching him groan and buck into the hand that wrapped around him. “Merlin, no. It feels so good, so incredible when you touch me with those soft delicate fingers.”
She reddened, pulling her hand away and biting her lip. “Would you like to feel now? I’m curious what it's like when someone else touches me.”
His suspicions were confirmed and he thanked whatever powers existed that he wasn’t just some silly inexperienced virgin when compared to her. “Id be honored. Would you…guide my hand where you’d like to be touched?”
She bit harshly into her lip. She wanted his hands all over her honestly but she supposed starting his hand on her breast would likely be a good start. So she took his offered hand and gently pressed it to the lace garment on her chest.
The wind whooshed out of him at the feel of delicate lace under his fingers. He could only imagine how beautiful she looked wearing it. Upon letting his hand wrap around it properly he could feel the swell of her breast and marveled in it.
He twitched, fingers lightly exploring her, finding the peak of her nipple under the fabric. He let himself pull the peak between two fingers and pinch lightly. She softly whimpered and his cock twitched again. He’d caused that detrimental sound. It drove him wild.
The urge to pump himself was strong but he focused on her instead where she now led his hand down between her warm supple thighs. He gasped when his fingers met a silky wetness. This memory would be his undoing. He’d simply force this into his memory to use as fodder for the rest of his life.
She dropped his hand, allowing him to slide his fingers where they desired. He slid them along the seam of her carefully, feeling all the blood in his body rush south so fast his ears rang.
He pulled a lip between his teeth, pushing his fingers lightly into her where he knew that silky cavern would give willingly to him. She gasped, spreading her thighs a bit wider and he took this as a sign to keep progressing.
He’d read enough romance, spice and just plain educational books in his time to be familiar with the sex of a woman. He felt like maybe in this moment using his touch and what he knew of descriptions would aid him greatly.
He gathered her wetness on his thumb before sliding it up to the apex of her folds. She gasped, thighs parting further and allowing him far better access. He heard her head fall back into the crate behind her and he slowly moved his thumb in a circle around her bud, fingers inside her sliding deep.
A shaky moan left her and she keened, looking over at him. “You’ve done this before? T-touched someone I mean?”
He shook his head, rolling his thumb in a tight circle again. She sighed with pleasure, biting into her lip. “No, I haven’t. I just paid attention to all those naughty romance books you’ve shared with me in hopes that they would guide me when I got the chance. I suppose it’s working?”
She gasped as two fingers inside of her gently pushed, teasing his second knuckle. He slid back out to the first knuckle and she gasped, lifting her hips with need. “I’d like to try something if that’s okay? I’m going to slide my fingers all the way in.”
She nodded, giving him a noise of approval. With her permission. He slid those fingers deep inside of her, feeling around for that spot he’d heard described so many times. He knew he’d found it when she gasped in pleasure, hips arching off the blankets as he curled his fingers against it.
She moaned and writhed but he didn’t pull away, instead forcing his fingers to remain buried inside of her, thrusting them against that spot mercilessly while rolling his thumb gently over her clit. Spots danced behind her vision as she tumbled so completely into oblivion that it shook her to the core. “That’s right, cum for me pretty dove.”
She did just that, crying out his name as her core spasmed around his fingers wildly. Never had she ever cum so quickly, and on her best friends fingers no less. He worked her through it till she was a breathless heap against the creates and blankets. Heat flushed from her neck to her ears which she was thankful he couldn’t see.
He pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop, groaning at the sound and trying but failing at ignoring the desperate throb of his leaking cock.
She watched with fascination as he used those same fingers to spread her wetness on himself and use it to pump into his fist. He groaned, bucking up almost immediately into his hand as he pumped himself to the memory of that tight pussy squeezing his fingers, imaging that tight warmth around his cock.
She sat sated and mesmerized beside him. Watching as he grunted, lifting his lips as he pumped himself faster. She could tell from his sounds and the desperate movements that he was about to plummet over his own edge.
He pumped himself urgently, whimpering as he fought to stave out his pleasure as long as he could. “Fuck you felt so good. So fucking tight around my fingers. Gonna cum to the thought of you crying my name while you let me finger you for the rest of my life. Fuck!”
She watched as he came, hips stuttering and hand moving so quickly as his cum shot from his tip, messying his hand, and his chest in the process. She watched him stroke away the last bits of pleasure before releasing himself and letting himself fully slump against the crates.
She knew when his milky eyes, sated but burning with lust, looked her way and heat pooled in her core with renewed urgency that they were 100% royally and absolutely fucked. They’d started a silly game that was going to end somewhere farther than either of them had expected.
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The thirst for Sexwave knows no bounds, but gotta give Bumblebee credit for a solid second!
Gotta love some Soundwave being all tender and concerned about reader, so here, have some fluff! Soundwave struggling with all his feelings is just fun to write tbh...
Soundwave x Reader
Decepticons rarely lived pleasantly on Earth, as their primary means of survival was avoiding humans who covered all but the most isolated and brutal portions of the planet, but their Cybertronian hardiness meant most could endure extreme conditions without much danger.
Unfortunately, you as a human allied with said Decepticons didn't possess such luck. You'd fallen ill after one too many exposures to cold and rain, forcing the Con in your company to take drastic measures to keep you safe while he searched for the help you needed.
Between the fever and the countless miles of travel you weren't quite sure where he'd taken you, but the time spent snuggled under a load of blankets in his warm cockpit had been nice enough that you didn't care where you'd ended up. The endless frozen wastes and sparse buildings led you to believe somewhere up far to the north, but the Con had found a secure enough bunker and rigged up an effective climate control device by your tiny cot, so you didn't care about the specifics. All that really mattered now was that he'd been gone long enough for you to drift in and out of a feverish sleep multiple times. That still worried you, even if he often went out for similar stretches in the past. It was impossible not to fear for his capture every time he left your side...
Metallic clanks echoed up the tunnel to the outside world, and you snapped awake as the rumble of the bunker seal opening and closing quite literally shook the sleep out of you. Though still exhausted and delirious, you recognized the patter of approaching Cybertronian footsteps straight away, and relaxed when you noted two familiar walking patterns; one with two pedes and one with four.
A Felicon bounded into the circular cement room and came to a halt with a skid, metallic claws sending up a brief shower of sparks before two bright red optics focused on you. Carrying a pouch between his sharp teeth as delicately as he could, Ravage approached you with a tentative sniff, looking you over as he always did after you'd fallen ill. Not entirely coherent, you smiled and put up a hand to meet his muzzle.
"Glad to see you too." you greeted, allowing your heavy head to rest on the pillow as the Felicon sniffed your hand and endured the brief petting quietly. He moved aside when Soundwave entered the room, a literal crate of supplies tucked under an arm. Brushing some of the lingering snow and ice from his armor, the mech dropped to his knees beside your cot, checking you over for a fraction of an instant before he got to work. Cracking open the crate with his claws, he pulled out what appeared to be enough medical supplies to stock a small clinic.
"Medical equipment; acquired." he said in recognition of the obvious, focusing his attention on a kit that appeared to be full of medication for every kind of human illness. You doubted the owners had parted with so much willingly, and couldn't help but hope no one had been squished to provide these.
"How did you...?"
"No casualties to report." Soundwave answered, firm but calm enough that you believed him fully. Organizing his haul into piles by category, he surprised you further when his claws delicately plucked a bag of food from a thick thermal wrapping, allowing you to catch a whiff of the first hot meal you'd encountered in weeks. You couldn't even imagine how he'd acquired such a thing, and no explanation was forthcoming once he finished organizing everything. "Supplies fully restocked and expanded."
Ravage ensured his bag was added to the pile before he settled at your side, offering warmth and comfort as Soundwave gingerly handled the bag of food before laying it down in front of you.
"Rations overdue." he instructed with an obvious desire for you to eat, unable to hide the tiniest hint of uncertainty in his voice as he sat back on his heels. Understanding what he meant, you happily complied, hungry and quite touched by the gesture.
"Thanks, Soundwave." you croaked as you unwrapped the still steaming meal, your exhausted body beyond thankful for some much needed nourishment. The comment made the bot pause, his helm lowering a fraction of an inch as he briefly averted his gaze to mumble his reply.
"Gratitude... unnecessary.'
Ravage made a sound that more resembled a snicker than one of his usual growls, and only wiggled his tail in the picture of innocence when Soundwave fixed him with a hard stare.
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Entanglement
Villain pushed out of their hiding space, somewhere stuck between the crates and walls. They’d just finish escaping from an attack that happened in the middle of the night just outside their lair. A group from the Hero Association and several other members from their team had fought heavily.
Of course, villains will always be villains and whoever was left behind was as good as dead.
Villain’s eyes scoured the dark, they were in some quieter part of the city, smoke and debris still falling lightly in the air from the aftermath. Bright red and blue lights flickering from the distance.
“Damn shitty heroes.” They moved their aching shoulder around, one of those brats had landed a solid blow on them.
“Good evening.” They heard a voice call. Villain whipped their head around to see Hero softly landed on their feet. That cursed faint smile tainting their lips again.
They took a few steps back, honestly they were shocked. They could’ve sworn everyone had left. Villain grabbed the handle of their blade hidden behind their pocket. “I’m assuming your not just out here for a pleasant walk.”
Hero smiled at them sweetly with a shrug. “I had a feeling that there could be a few left.”
Their fist tightened around the handle of the blade and with one swift motion they threw it towards them. The hero caught it equally as fast.
Villain decided to make a run for it into the large lot full of metal scraps. Their best chance right now to not get arrested was to run. Any engagement with the enemy would surely result in their demise. Villain heard the loud clacks of Hero’s footsteps following them closely behind.
Villain never had strength or stamina for this type of exercise but complaining was not an option anymore. With a racing heart and burning legs they struggled to maneuver around the wooden planks and other obstacles.
“Not so fast!” Hero called.
They felt a small twist of wire crawl up their ankles and wrap around their entire body, forcing them to crash down hard on their back. “Fuck!” They struggled to free themselves as the wire had hugged their arms to their sides.
“Kind of a cowardly move, don’t you think?” Hero walked idly closer to them.
They felt their blood boil, but desperate to quickly put them in their place. Villain searched for a snappy answer, they’ve never really done banter before. However, they managed to throw on a smirk. “F-for… For a… cheap shot? Yeah.” Villain stared down at their nemesis prowling closer.
“Why’re you stuttering? Are you scared?”
“Yeah right!” In truth, they were. But they couldn’t let that slip, Villain wasn’t born with any powers unlike Hero. They’d just assume that they could get by using their weapons and brains which would’ve been true if they also had the physical strength to escape from flimsy takedowns like this.
Hero kneeled down next to them, the sound of the cuffs clicking open. “Well, it’s a shame.” They pulled out their hands from between the binds of the rope and forced the cuffs around them. “I had…” the hero trailed off and looked at them with a slight tilt.
“W…what? What is it??” Villain could feel themselves panicking again. But Hero didn’t answer, instead they grabbed their chin and tilted it to each side.
“Hmm.” Their eyes examined them closely again and Villain watched with an uneasy breath as Hero came closer to their face. “You look a lot cuter up close.”
Villain took a gulp of air and widened their eyes a blush forming across their face as soon as they realized their comment. “…what?” Villain tried to tame their heart pounding in their chest. This shouldn’t be what made them grow soft immediately. But the rarity of being noticed was definitely painful at times.
Hero cocked an eyebrow up realizing how brightly Villain’s face glowed. Their eyes traced around their lips, “How adorable… look at you~” they cooed, a hand pushed back a few strands of Villain’s hair to expose more of their bright red face. “Already so excited this much?”
Villain eyes darted away from Hero, they we’re definitely trying to make a fool out of them. This level of taunting was not something they signed up for.
“F-fuck off!” They shook their head to pull their hand off.
“Relax… I’m not going to hurt you.” Hero moved back from them again and this time Villain found themselves missing their presence already. The Hero stood up and gazed at the distant lights. “Those cops will come around to scour the area any second now.“
“You asshole! You’re just gonna leave me here?!”
“Well… I know I would’ve taken you home if I could but…” Hero have a wink without an answer, leaving them tied up on the ground.
It took a moment for Villain to settle themselves. They couldn’t believe they were mocked like that. So with a chest full of air they shouted to the sky— “Stupid stupid shitty heroes!!”
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Whumpuary 2024 No. 3
Used as Bait | Stumbling | "This is gonna hurt"
Whumpuary Prompts List
TW: hostage, captured, guns, threats, tied up
Consciousness returned slowly. Whumpee blinked blearily, confused. They were in a dim, unfamiliar room. They were tied to a chair with coarse ropes, their hands bound behind their back and their feet tied snugly to the chair’s legs. The side of their head throbbed, and something warm and wet ran down their neck. In a flash, Whumpee remembered getting jumped and struggling before a burst of pain in their head and then… here.
The only light came from behind them, throwing long shadows that obscured much of the room. Large wooden crates were stacked on both sides, making the room appear smaller than it was. The wall across from Whumpee had a massive cargo door with a blinking red light. Behind them, Whumpee could vaguely hear footsteps and voices.
“...preparations are complete,” one of them was saying. “All we have left to do is wait.”
“Is the hostage secured?”
Whumpee gritted their teeth, their stomach churning from fear as the shadows of those speaking came into view. The hair raised on the back of their neck as they imagined the speakers’ eyes on them.
“Yes, but they’ve probably woken up by now.”
A beat of silence.
And the sudden crack of a gunshot. Air whooshed centimeters from Whumpee’s head, and the bullet glanced off the brick wall with the sound of shattering rock. Whumpee flinched away instinctively. The chair tipped sideways. Whumpee envisioned it slamming into the floor, their skull colliding with the hard concrete and cracking with a sound not unlike the gunshot—
Before any of that could happen, someone from behind pulled them back. “Well…” they said, a hint of amusement in their voice, “the hostage is definitely awake now.”
“W…” Whumpee stammered, their heartbeat pounding in their ears, “where am I? Why am I tied up?”
The person who had saved them from falling spun the chair around and bent down to get at Whumpee’s eye level. “Look, Whumpee,” Whumper said as if they were speaking to a small child, “I know this is all so confusing to you, but it’ll all be over soon. We just need Caretaker to come for you, and we blow the both of you to pieces.”
Whumpee’s mouth went dry. “Wha…what? What did we…?”
Whumper smiled almost in a consoling, sympathetic manner. “I’m sorry you don’t understand. But I need you to be a good little hostage now, alright?” They pulled back their fist. “Don’t worry, this is gonna hurt a lot.”
#whumpuary2024#whumpuaryno3#used as bait#this is gonna hurt#my writing#whump#whumpee#whumper#whump scenario#captivity#captive whumpee#tied up#restrained
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hi, anyone who has had a puppy have any advice on dealing w puppy blues? i’m struggling w it so so bad and i feel sooo guilty!!!!!! i feel like such a horrible dog mom and im trying my best, this just sucks so much
ellie is a little over 4 months now and i have been struggling with her so much. i feel like a lot of it has to do with the fact that she was so cooped up for 4 weeks during the time im supposed to be taking her out and exposing her to things because she was sick. everything scares her, she can’t be left alone, like if i leave the room and she doesn’t notice right away, when she does notice she starts freaking out. she was potty trained to go in a designated area but lately has started peeing everywhere. and she bites so so so bad. i’ve tried redirecting it like onto toys but she’s very persistent with biting us, and she is not doing well with the crate so if i put her in there the try and calm her down she barks and cries and i feel bad.
i love her so much but i feel like we aren’t clicking right now and like she hates me and im trying. im just so sad rn and i feel so overwhelmed :(
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Wind, Water, and Four
(DAY 25: Waterboarding)
Summary:
In Four's era, Wind meets Jago's gang.
Notes:
HUGE thanks to @somerknights and @estelian-01 and @hotcheetohatredwastaken for BETA reading.
Wind wasn’t often afraid of water. He loved the high seas with its open horizon and kaleidoscope of blues and greens. Not much felt so refreshing as a kiss of saltwater spraying on his face during a hard day of sailing.
But right now, he looked at the simple bucket of water beside him with genuine fear. A towel dangled in the hands of a strange man who stood over Wind. He was tall with short facial hair over his lip and chin, and an obnoxious smirk. Judging by the crooked smile, he was probably just as cocky as Warrior, but certainly not as friendly as the Captain. The man’s grang of rouges sitting on crates around the room muttered in excitement.
“It’s a simple question, kid. You tell me where Link left that sword, and we’ll have no issue. But if you want to make it interesting, I don’t mind playing a few games before you talk.” The gang of low-lifes around him laughed.
Wind glowered and tried not to let it show how he struggled in his restraints, feeling for the knots that pinned his arms to the short end of the wooden bench.
“No? You want to play the game? Fine. Let’s get started!” The man threw the towel over Wind’s face. Wind quickly drew in a breath and held it.
Starting from the top of his head and creeping down came the pressure of water saturating the towel. It trickled down over his nose, then too quickly over his mouth and chin, sealing the dense fabric against his skin. There was no way for air to get through it now, except the tiniest waterlogged straw-suck of air if he was lucky enough for the towel to be old and worn. It did not feel worn. He tried not to think too much about it and held still. He could stay calm. His previous record for holding his breath was two minutes, and his shortest escape was 30 seconds, after all. Nevermind the longer ones, but there wasn’t time to dwell on that.
He picked at the knots, first the left hand, as pressure built in his chest. A drip slid from the rag into his nostril, and he tried not to panic. Hold hold hold . He thought and his nimble fingers worked into the coarse rope.
One almost free! His face felt hot with pressure. His lungs burned. His heart raced.
A punch to his gut ruined everything.
He gasped, but only sucked fabric and water in, and he choked as water tickled down his airway. He tried to breathe in again, and coughed out, but nothing came back in except more water. His mind felt washed in white. He arched his back as his legs thrashed and his arms jerked but he couldn't get a single breath, only more and more water dripping and sucked in from his desperate attempts. His neck ached from straining his arms and shoulders, his throat hurt, and his face burned. He’d lost track of which way was up and down, mind spinning even in his blindness.
His thrashing grew weaker and weaker.
The rag lifted, and he gulped in the precious air, a spray of water sent into his lungs along with it. His chest heaved like a boat in a storm, up and down. He watched it himself, aching and relieved and afraid.
“Wasn’t that fun?” The man leered down at him. “Want to play again, or will you tell me where he keeps the blade?”
“What blade?!” Wind gasped. Right hand right hand right hand . The dim wood-paneled room looked fuzzy, all the light glittering too brightly from the water still coating his eyelashes. “Which Link? There are tons of people named Link!”
“What? Kid, there’s only one in this town, and everyone knows him. That bratty son of the Captain, he’s such a show-off it’s hard to miss. And you know that, I bet. You’re traveling with him. I bet he’s pissed you off a few times, eh? Why not give him a little taste of his own medicine? We don’t even want him . Just a sword he took from some shrine in the middle of nowhere. we just want to put it back. We’re like those, uh, what do they call them?”
“Archeologists,” a man in a red bandana supplied.
“That’s it! Archeologists. That’s us, you see? Interested in ancient things. He’s stolen an old thing, and we just want to put it back. So what is it? Keep playing our game, or will you tell us?”
The man was like Warrior in more ways than one. He had this gang under his thumb, and didn’t take disrespect. “You can take that glass bottle over there and shove i–”
Down came the cloth, but Wind timed his last breath well. He’d be able to focus for a few seconds. He worked his fingers just right when a kick to his stomach threw his fragile plan off track, once again. He gasped, and floundered on the wood bench.
They let him get another taste of fresh air for a brief moment. Right hand right hand right hand . He wished he was as ambidextrous as Twilight. He hooked one finger in the knot and pushed in, wiggling and worming to loosen the knot.
But all too quickly, his limbs flopped as the white fog clouded his mind again. He felt a strange, almost happy weightlessness. Then the rag was gone, and he gagged on a mouthful of water, spitting it out violently.
A grumble at his side. He coughed and looked up. His captor was glaring, water all over his cheap cravat and grimey vest.
A woman nearby laughed. “Oh, Jago doesn’t take being disrespected, lad!”
Wind gave an exhausted smile of his own, and looked to the man's hip for a promising flash of silver, and he found it.
Wind lunged. One fist closed over the handle of Jago’s knife, the other he fist swung into the man’s belly. Jago’s smirk shattered as he doubled over.
Wind sliced the ropes at his feet, grateful the blade proved sharp, cutting them free in only a few slices.
The ragtag criminals shouted and lunged first for their leader, and then for him, but it was too late. He’d already rolled off the bench and under their feet.
The door was barred, but he hauled up the crossbeam and shoved it back into the crowd closing in behind him. Those in front fell back under its weight, forcing those behind to dodge around the fallen. Wind ducked under a grasping hand and hurled the door open. Narrowly avoiding the tackle of two scraggly criminals, he danced between the thin groups in the evening crowd, heading for the widest and most crowded roads he could find.
They chased him, shrieks and angry shouts bursting behind him, until at last he skidded into the crowded market. Lamps reflected in a beautiful fountain that he had too little time to appreciate. There were covered stalls everywhere. He ran into an alley near one, then turned and slid under the table of a silk merchant. Footsteps followed into the alley, and gruff curses soon followed, but Wind didn’t wait. He crawled under table after table, and at the end he made a run for the inn.
“Wind!” Four shouted in relief as he ran into the end where the others had been staying. Twilight and Sky whispered prayers of thanks.
“Where are the others?” Wind asked.
“They’re out looking for you! What happened?” Four demanded. “Why are you all wet?”
Wind huffed, and glared at the irritation in Four’s voice, but it was all hitting him now. He blinked the shine of his eyes away and demanded, “Who in the High Seas is Jago?”
The door slammed open a second time, startling the other patrons who had already been staring at them in nosy interest. Warrior stood in the frame, tense as a bowstring, but when he saw Wind he sprung inside and grabbed the sailor by the shoulders.
“Thank Farore. Time and I found those hooligans in the market. The knights are rounding them up.”
Four asked, far more gently, “Wind, what happened?”
“I’m fine!” He assured them both, though his coughing fit after made the others only look more worried. “It’s a long story. Can we get food first?”
#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday25#febuwhump day 25#linked universe#jojo is amazing#skipwrites#tw kidnapping#tw waterboarding#but we all knew that was coming#lu wind
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Howdy hey, it's that time again! Today we're introducing a character I've actually been waiting to introduce for a loooong time :D Although unfortunately I ended up REALLY struggling with their colors TmT
Anyways, at least I managed to get something passable?? You win some you lose some, I guess,,,
As always, lore under the cut!
Jargon is one of Ever Isle's locals- so local, in fact, that they've been around as long as anyone can remember! They're known not only for their shapeshifting abilities, which they use mostly for mischief, but also for their business...dealing in eyes. He'll buy or sell any eye you want, advertising them as "upgrades" to give you new abilities! You should know, though, that such powerful objects don't come without a price.
Not only can Jargon see out of any eye it sells to you if they want, but buying or selling one will also sell part of your soul, as well. Eyes are the window to the soul, after all... and Jargon can see right through you.
It's even rumored that Jargon themself was once a completely different person, who stole too many eyes and lost too much of themself that, though he could become anyone they wanted, they could never return to their original form. But those are just stories...right?
Jargon is the definition of chaotic-neutral, and will really only do things based on how they benefit itself. They were originally pretty neutral to the Lost Kids' coup, even sometimes supportive since they thought it was funny, but that quickly changed once the kids decided that THEY counted as an adult and took over her workshop. Now, Jargon and their lackeys are working on taking back the island- with debatable success.
Jargon is first encountered on top of a pyramid of crates, holding Princess hostage! Apparently, their plan is to take her place in order to end the coup (I guess they didn't get the memo about her getting the boot). Of course, they can't have any WITNESSES! Looks like Prince'll have to fight them...woop dee doo.
In case you're confused (which is fair), Jargon and their lackeys are the miniboss for USAU's Barrel Battle! Originally I considered using Lost Kid versions of some certain old minion OCs, but it felt wrong to have Prince just beat up a bunch of children -w-;;. Jargon may swipe their claws around or even turn into Prince himself, but they'll get sent blasting off like Team Rocket at the end all the same.
I actually have NO idea what the music would be, since as far as I know Shapeshifter never got any canon music...although thanks to that one Shane Frost animatic I associate them with Battle With a Gorgeous Foe lol
I'll expand on this more later, but all shapeshifters have tells when they shapeshift, whether it be off-colors or a messed up shadow. Jargon's reflection is the best way to tell, as it will always show what's hidden beneath their facade. Their form may also drop if they get very angry, and though they're a really good actor, they might accidentally break character by laughing at something they shouldn't have.
One last thing... Earl does not like them at ALL. Sure, it's always trying to get them to buy a new eye, but somehow there seems to be more to it than that....hm.
Anyways, that's all folks! The next refs will actually be BREAKING the pattern, and will not be Jargon's swap! They aren't even in this area, so it wouldn't make any sense to do them lol. Don't worry though, we'll get to them....eventually -w-"
#What was it I said about Earl's species?#A Hat in Time#AHiT#ahit au#USAU#ahit Shapeshifter#cw eyes#cw scopophobia#cw eyestrain#ask to tag
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Caratland 2023 ~ Day 3 Highlights
Evelyn’s Slogan: “Carats are the reason for my everything ❤️”
Intro Vcr: Evelyn peeked through the curtains and came in carrying a milk crate full of spray paint
Intro ment:
The camera panned onto Evelyn as she adjusted her glasses dramatically to the carats screaming, breaking out into a huge smile, “Hello, I’m Seventeen’s elegant main vocalist, Eunji! Unfortunately it’s the last day but we’re spending it together so lets have the most fun today!” She waved around the venue.
“Wah, Eunji-ah introduced herself just like she did during the first world tour concert,” Hoshi gasped into his mic.
“That was such a long time ago,” Seungkwan nodded, “It’s really crazy how the time flies.”
“Our first concert with Evie is one we’ll never forget that’s for sure,” Seungcheol stepped forward out of his spot to smile down towards the end Evelyn was at.
“Eunji-ah cut her hair for caratland!” ~ “She has bangs now!”
2nd Vcr: When the camera got to her, she winked at the camera with a smirk
SVT Debate Night: Evie was on team Sparrow who can fly everywhere w/ Seungcheol, Dino, Joshua, DK, Vernon, & Woozi
“Sparrows are able to fly to any destination that Carats are located.”
Mingyu’s target being evie: “Evie do you know what sparrows lack? height.”
Evie targeted Mingyu on her next turn: “So Mingyu, you know what sparrows have over eagles? Flight” She whacked the top of his head with her papers playfully causing all of the members to ‘Ooo’ at him with the fans joining it too
3rd VCR : She was pulling cans of spray paint out of the crate she carried in and sprayed up the wall a few times before joining in and throwing paint with Hoshi and Dino
She was placed on ‘Team T’ as she hadn’t performed the song that doesn’t fit her during Day 1 or Day 2
During each question, Evelyn was holding onto Wonwoo’s hand because they both didn’t want to perform their songs
The song that doesn’t suit Evelyn the most was: Kai - ‘Mmmh’
After Evelyn finished her dance, the crowd burst out into cheers. Her face flushed in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands.
“Eunji-ah, this song fits you too well.” Dokyeom gasped into his mic, others nodding in agreement.
“This is a side of Evelyn we haven’t seen in a while.”
“Go do it down on the thrust-stage too,” Hoshi motioned downstage, “Carats in the back need to see this up close.”
“There was actually another song that Eunji had prepared to do, would carats like to see?” Jeonghan asked around the venue suddenly erupting into cheers.
Evelyn’s 2nd song prepared: Ateez - ‘Halazia’
She followed along with Joshua and was his hype woman along with BSS during his performance for Daechwita
“Wow Joshua is really cool, no wonder we had him end this segment.”
Going Rangers Skit: Evelyn’s role for the skit was playing the counterpart doctor to Dr. Woo as she was named Dr. Ji
“Dr. Ji, I’m so happy you’re here”
“No time to talk, We’ve got important business to take care of.”
After both sets of rangers went outside and saw their counterparts, Evelyn and Woozi pointed at each other pretending to be shocked and then turned slowly towards the camera with smirks on their faces as the ‘To Be Continued’ appeared on screen
4th VCR: Evelyn walked up to Joshua, Mingyu, and threw her arm around Dino. Mingyu banged on the machine and handed her over a drink as they continued to mingle
Evelyn had blush painted on as ‘17’ just like Bongbongie does on their face
Evelyn’s Grandmother’s message:
“To my granddaughter and my 13 grandsons: Watching you all grow into the artists that you are today has been such a blessing to see. No matter what obstacles stood in your way, mountains you’ve had to climb, struggles you’ve had to face, you managed to pushed through and overcome all of them. I’m very proud of the people that you all have become and the growth you keep experiencing with each other. To many more years of achievements and being together as SEVENTEEN. I love you all so much and thank you all for your hard work. Stay happy and stay healthy. Love always, Grandma Park.”
At her grandmother’s message, Evelyn fell to her knees and her head dropped down as she couldn’t help but cry. Even though they talk almost every day, not being able to see her all the time gets harder and harder.
Mingyu squatted down next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she cried, wiping away her tears when she finally looked up at the LED screen again
Jeonghan came by and patted her on top of the head; Joshua ran and grabbed her tissues
Evelyn’s Ending Ment:
“Carats did you have fun today?” She smiled around the venue as everyone cheered, sitting up on the riser a little more, “Online Carats, you aren’t here physically but did you have fun as well?” She held her mic out towards the camera as the fans cheered lightly to act as the online fans. She cleared her throat quickly before starting again.
“It’s crazy how fast these day have went by and it feels like we just started. I’m sure I speak for everyone up here but it’s an honor to be able to perform for you all,” She stopped to pause as the venue cheered, “Every time that Seventeen and Carats meet, I always get so warm and happy inside because we really are like a giant family. We can lean on each other when we need to and while we can’t always tell you everything, we know you’re always right there for us. The same goes for Carats, even if we aren’t physically there in person, we are always there for you through the music we put out. I really want you to know that. I hope today we were able to take away any struggles you’ve been facing, at least for a little while. Today has definitely been a rollercoaster of emotions, but one thing’s for certain is that it was filled with love.”
The crowd erupted into loud cheers as Evelyn blinked back tears. She had cried once already today and was trying her best to not do it a second time.
“And to my members, I’m so happy to be a member of Seventeen alongside of you. I love creating unforgettable memories with you and Carats. I know I lack in some areas but I will do my best to be someone that you can be proud of! I love you guys.”
“Eunji-ah, you already make us proud,” Seungcheol smiled down at her.
“Evie I love you.”
Evelyn looked over at Mingyu during Wonwoo’s ment, take notice of a single tear traveling down his cheek. She used her knuckle to wipe it away, smiling at him when they made eye contact
She walked up the risers after making sure Mingyu was okay, and sat with Wonwoo and held onto his hand while the rest of the group said their ments
During Us, Again, she blinked back tears and used her sleeve to wipe at the ones that decided to fall anyway; just admiring the fans singing
She had her own satchel for Day 3 filled with little snacks for Carats after Day 1 & 2 she was running to Jeonghan to steal from his snack stash
After he found out the gate was unlocked, Mingyu grabbed Evelyn’s hand and they ran through the crowd together with the security and cameramen chasing after them
A carat gave her a sign with the saying “Evie if you are pretty blow a kiss to the camera” in which she blew a bunch of kisses to the camera zoom in on her
As she walked around, she ended up collecting three bouquets of flowers given to her by Carats
During Aju Nice, Mingyu and Evelyn had a water fight where she almost slipped on the stage
Seungcheol scolded them from the main stage with saying that they didn’t need any more injured members
1st Act: (Pretty U/My My/Debate/Together)
2nd Act: (SVT Songs That Don’t Fit)
3rd Act pt1: (Vocal Unit Pang!)
3rd Act pt2: (Don Quixote)
4th Act: (Circles/Us,Again/Healing/Fighting/Aju Nice)
🏷️ @justmochi @ateezjuliet @itzy-eve @cosmicwintr @billboard-singer @kimhyejin3108 @cixrosie @enhacolor @allthings-fandoms @mingis-wrld @jenoslov @alixnsuperstxr
*song links for mmmh/halazia are directed to the inspo*
#cafemilk-tea: evelyn#kpop addition#kpop oc#seventeen oc#idol!oc#14th member of seventeen#oc!idol#seventeen 14th member#fake kpop idol#fake kpop oc#fake kpop member#Evie.Caratland
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queers im fucking lost come save me
ok but in all seriousness,
despite labeling myself as aroace for a hot minute and finding comfort in that label and the community for a time—shit doesnt feel quite right anymore.
i have had ONE EX. one.
i genuinely think i was in love with him. i only felt what i felt with him,,,WITH HIM. nobody else. I felt the butterflies/giddiness, i loved his laugh, his smile, hearing him, his jokes, all the names he would call me, how much he said he loved me, our late night discord calls, having him around, just. him. when he rarely spoke abt shit that was bothering him it hurt me so bad, like i would hurt with him. and the mere THOUGHT of ME hurting him made me wanna sob.
as you can probably guess by the fact we’re exes, we’re not together anymore. it hurts. hell, my stomach tangled a bit as i typed that out. (could be cause recently someone who used to be a friend went and dated him and then got upset at me for getting upset at them but this ain't abt them.)
we broke up in like june last year, and i felt so fucking horrible about it bc it basically ended w him yelling at me over text at how horrible i am at listening and how i treated him more like a therapist—which i will admit i did. i sucked for that. it makes sense why tho, i was working through a lot of shit at the time, doesn’t justify it at all though. i should’ve treated him better. im desperately trying to fix it in my current relationships so that never happens again.
then again, he also treated me badly. he said things that really fucked with my sense of trust in people and just made me scared to get close with anyone like that ever again, or in general bc i was convinced everyone had some ulterior motive w me or secretly didnt give a shit abt me—but also i felt *I* was the problem. like every relationship im in is gonna end horribly bc im just that bad. its taken a lot to say that i feel loved by and trust my current friends, as well as trying to recognize that I deserve love, and im glad i can say that im getting better ^^
but,,,idk anymore
i concluded i was aroace almost a year after we broke up. there were a couple reasons. for one, i only really got that close w him. i dont really know if ive had a crush or what that feels like—in fact i think i faked one in elementary, the whole reason i got w my ex was bc he was flirting w me and it made me feel nice. (also bc i was worried he would be my only shot at love but i digress) i feel off when people talk about heading to poundtown or anything like that, the same with crushes—just crushes tho relationships i totally get—and i still struggle to wrap my head around attraction and how people just can look at someone without even knowing them at ALL and go “you. i want you.”
i wrote off how i felt when i was with him as simply some non-romantic form of attraction and called it a day.
but recently ive been reflecting on that, and i think i was wrong. the way that even now i get all these emotions by merely talking abt my ex says something. how upset seeing that "friend" going ahead and dating him after barely knowing him and just how angry i was says something. the way i cried seeing my best friend get a whole small crate of presents from their partner for their bday bc i was THAT JEALOUS says something. the way i yearn for affection and to be loved again says something. the way im starting to miss being in love again says something. the way i would always want some sort of relationship—even when i identified as aroace—but just never thought it would happen bc i didn't feel pretty enough, or mentally well enough, deserving of one, or like id ever be lucky enough to find someone who makes me feel that way again and how scared and sad that makes me,,,says something.
now in terms of poundtown—legit dunno. closest to that I've done w anyone was neck kisses from my ex, which i did really enjoy—but also i legit identified as ace like the whole time we were together and the few times he made jokes like that i felt uncomfy. plus the only way i feel i could be ok w going further w something like that is if its either excessively gentle or the most unserious thing ever. so tbh if i had to take a guess on how i feel abt that—not too keen on it.
I'm debating a couple labels, bi, aroace, bi and ace, demirose, and demirose and bi, but tbh i feel bi kinda fits the most? (maybe???) but also it doesn't. idk if its the fear of opening my mind to me being in a relationship despite my fear of intimacy and commitment or just that I'm aroace and this is my brain telling me to stop overthinking shit—but i know i wanna figure this shit out
if anyone has like legit any words of advice PLEASE send it my way. i will take even the tiniest crumb of guidance cause i am more lost than a child in ikea.
thanks to anyone who read all this <3
#queer#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtq community#queer community#in need of advice#queer advice#aroace#aromantic#asexual#bisexual#questioning#help. me.#utterly confused 💥
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