#best make sure it's in the pocket of clothing i won't remove

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

I will never get over the hilarity of Helen Magnus, Victorian era-born woman that she is, who spent the majority of her life without modern technology, taking her cellphone with her to Hollow Earth not once but twice. Simply because it was her phone.

And Will didn't bring his because ' "Why would I bring my phone to Hollow Earth?!" '

[sahisan]

— curiousity killed the cat.

featuring . pm!dazai osamu.

tags . suggestive, so slight nsfw. civilian!gn!reader. dazai's a bit sick. just pmzai things yk (he's scary). weapons described (he has a gun). blood mentioned. gunplay mentioned (brief suggestive description). wc 1.8k.

author note . this is so random i don't even know if the paragraphs do well together bc i just poured my most random thoughts into it and i was sleepy and barely managed to proofread it. yep. i imagined mostly 20-22!pmzai here. continuation kinda here.

dazai hid many things. he hid them well; years of being on constant standby, awaiting, on guard about anything enemy or not related. he hid in the shadows no matter day or night, but the shadows didn't always necessarily mean him only scrambling around in narrow alleyways or in the safety of the headquarters—in reality, he spent little time in the latter, nor did he 'lurk in the shadows' often, unless on a mission.

he hid everything from everyone, including you; of course including you. and the thing that bothered him the most was you finding out about what he does. did. has done. keeps on doing every day. not only does he not want the port mafia's countless enemies to know about you, but dazai also dreads the thought of you getting even a little bit closer to the truth of what he does for a living. he thinks of how he might slip one day and just reveal his true nature, intentionally or not, and either let you be disgusted and scared or kill you immediately because you might report to the police; it bothers him in both ways.

dazai avoids the area of your home when out at work. he makes sure to put on some casual clothes before visiting your place. when things are bad, work routine and you colliding together closer to night, he makes sure to hold a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide in his inner pocket to quickly wash away the stains of blood from his clothes. he keeps a bit of cologne there as well, to hide the stench of blood he usually reeks of during the day—he doesn't even use cologne daily. if you need him right after work, he disposes of his weapons, giving them away to the underlings that follow his word.

everything is always under control.

like tonight. he'd had a "kill and dispose" assignment, after which he'd had to go to yours and spoil you with a movie night he promised you. ah, the long-awaited respite from everyday bloodshed.

yet he was still on guard; he always has been, but today was busy and rough and all he needed was your embrace and a movie as a background noise while he showered you with kisses and cuddled you with neverending hugs.

and dazai forgot.

already at your doorstep, already having ringed the bell by your front door when dazai looked down at himself and—

fuck.

there was a small but clear blood stain right next to his tie. ah. how great. he definitely won't have time to remove it, but he might try to win some time to divert your attention from it if you notice—and you will, if he doesn't do anything about it.

with the door opening, dazai threw himself at you, literally waltzing into your apartment, hip to hip, your left hand in his right and his left hand at your waist, he led you through the corridor in an almost hasty improvisation of a dance, causing his tie to sway just in the right direction and have you giving him a look that screamed "you and your antics again?". good.

"ah, you look especially divine tonight," he mused, nuzzling your neck and making you place your chin on his shoulder; very good, the stain was out of your sight at least for now, and he couldn't be happier about that. "i haven't had dinner yet but i already know what i want for dessert."

distract. distract and avert and keep away—best tactic of dazai's that rarely failed, and he was used to putting it to use everywhere he could, including you. you could be perceptive or gullible, didn't matter—it worked wonders on anyone and will continue working for as long as he wanted to.

dazai swayed you around a few more times, dancing his way into your living room while humming a nauseatingly sweet, random tune he made up in his head a second ago. hip against yours again, he let a content smirk wash over his lips.

a clank. soft, quiet sound of metal clanking once echoed through the room, and it was almost eerie silence aside from his barely audible humming just as his hipbone met yours.

that didn't sound good, considering the only thing on his hip was—

ah. dazai forgot two things tonight.

in reverie about cursing himself head to toe in his mind, he lost the sensation of your touch until it felt too suspicious and he was too late, you reaching for the side hem of his coat and tugging it away from his side to reveal it to the light. you were always so curious, and he couldn't tell whether it was bad or good for him in general.

the soft clink echoed once more as your fingers grazed the object, and his eyes narrowed. the gun. shit. in his distracted state, he'd forgotten to dispose of it along with wiping away the blood.

dazai's hand shot out from beneath the coat, and he knew he wasn't doing himself a favor by raising his hand to grab yours, only revealing the holster further, but he didn't necessarily give a shit right now. he ought to do more than care about the gun right now, like a proper boyfriend, first being calming you down and assuring you it's not loaded and isn't as scary as it looks and that you shouldn't be afraid and the second being change of course of the conversation so seamlessly that you forget about the weapon for the rest of the night at least (unfortunately, the last sentence never crossed his mind).

but when did dazai ever go according to an adequate plan?

his hand held yours in the air, palm gliding up and down your inner forearm, trying to, first, soothe every negative emotion that might come up on the surface of your face, as well as keeping your curious hand away.

"ah-ah-ah, how naughty," dazai purred, voice dripping with false sweetness even as his eyes glinted with dangerous amusement; what he was supposed to be doing absolutely slipped from his thoughts the second he sensed the quickening of your heartbeat and breath and the cautious halting and tensing of your body against his, and he was already getting hard just from this. sick. "what did i tell you about wandering hands, hmm?"

he ground his hips against yours once after that, letting you feel the growing hardness in his pants. distraction. that was the key. keep you focused on his body, on the pleasure he could give you, and you'd forget all about that pesky gun in no time.

“careful there, baby. wouldn’t want you to accidentally shoot yourself,” he said with a twisted, growing grin. his other hand, previously holding your left one, slid away from it to cup your cheek, thumb brushing along your jawline in a mockery of tenderness, visible eye looking down at your mouth.

"i'd hate to see those pretty lips marred by blood."

and yet, once he'd lifted his eyes up to yours, dazai could feel you tense under his touch, heart racing beneath your skin. he knew that look in your eyes, that widening of your pupils; he was all too familiar with it. fear. he had been so focused on the thrilling, twisted satisfaction the situation brought him momentarily, that he hadn't noticed how his actions were affecting you. his grip on your wrist loosened, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your inner wrist.

dazai sighed, deciding it was time to stop scaring you with both his demeanor and the weapon, even if it wasn't what he wanted right now at all; he had a switch to pull off, an appearance to keep up in front of you. ah, but how he'd love to prolong that moment for just a little longer: your fear palpable in the air, that scared glance you cast at him once, the trembling of your hands, hitch in your breathing and increase of your heartbeat.

maybe later.

"easy, easy," he murmured, voice low and soothing even as his mind raced. he tapped the holster twice. "it's not loaded, see?" a lie. "just a little souvenir," a lie. the gun was always loaded, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice, but you surely didn't need to know that. he'd already subjected you to more horror than a civilian would need to witness.

dazai leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. "you know i'd never be involved with these types of things and would never hurt you, right?" honey-sweet, dripping with false sincerity words. what he was absolutely best at was lying and manipulating, and he couldn't even control it anymore; if he needed you to believe, he will make you believe, one way or another.

"but you also shouldn't go poking around where you don't belong," he purred lowly with an audible dangerous lilt to his tone, lips now moving lower and ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. "who knows what kind of trouble you might find yourself in. curiosity killed the cat, you know. you never know when you'll be the cat. and I'm not sure i'd be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

dazai could try to keep you away from his sicko tendencies and mind and thoughts that were all over the place and mingled together; the thoughts of protecting you from all of this meeting the ones of putting that gun to better use that just shooting people. and right now, he was barely holding it all in.

think of it this way: the thoughts of keeping his precious favourite civilian away from the corrupted knowledge and pain and feeling you tremble in fear underneath him, with the barrel of his gun tracing over your bare skin and getting dangerously close to where you'd need him most? oh, did the latter make dazai's stomach contort with desire and hips buckle up into yours. he would have to think more clearly about this later when his head wasn't a wreck of everything at once, but now...

"you want to play with something hard, baby?" dazai murmured in the end, all sultry and beaming with desire. "i'll give you something much better than a piece of metal to wrap your pretty fingers around."

dazai was sick and his mind twisted and he didn't get how he could ever keep someone like you by his side, but he supposed it was fate; and for as long as fate was merciful to him, he would make good use of it.

"but behave, hmm?"

[comingdownwithme]

Can we see more of Jeff and Toby also is Ben and Ej I’m the comic of not what are your headcanons for them??

Jeff and Toby have always been my favs since I was a kid, so you'll definitely be seeing more of them!

As for the comic, the whole thing is more of snippets and peeks into my interpretation of Creepypasta instead of a solid, sequential storyline, so not a whole lot is concrete, and I won't be posting a whole, fleshed out comic since it's very time consuming. I'm definitely sure Ben and EJ would show up though, especially during Jeff's directionless wanderings

Anyways, Woe! Headcanons be upon ye!

Eyeless Jack

Jack Nyras is a man just trying to survive after he had been left disabled and transformed from putting his trust in the wrong people. Even as the demon contorts and shapes it's host as if it were trying to fit itself it's host's own flesh, Jack remains conscious, all too aware of what is happening to him and the dizzying, maddening hunger that drives him forward

He's gone from a 5'6"-ish guy to a whole 6 foot something of a man after the incident. The demon disfigured and stretched his body to "make itself at home", though it isn't too obvious with his shitty posture and what he wears

He used to go to medschool and was about to graduate as a Valedictorian.

He carries a roll of surgical knives in his hoodie pocket! (My best friend gave me this idea :)))

Burn scars over his eyes! Hot tar does that to you ig, and it harmed him enough to last despite his new form's accelerated regeneration

He's still sane enough to have morals (or at least, he believes he's sane enough), so though he isn't exactly picky, he prefers kidneys since his victims would usually survive with only one, and he strikes at night when his "patients" are sleeping

He's good friends with Jeff (even if neither would admit it, ESPECIALLY not Jeff). They first started out as seeing each other as nothing more than "easy body disposal" and "free meal provider", but each time they bump into each other, they've began to get along past their perceived usefulness

BEN drowned

An angry, vindictive spirit that's been freed from the confines of where he had been sealed. Even still, he can't remember his own face, so despite his newfound freedom, he had taken the form of the model he had been using during his digital imprisonment to manifest. He now wanders the world, vengeful and curious, yearning for a peace he might never get.

His face is stuck between 2 expressions: the calm, neutral look of the elegy of emptiness (which is his usual), or a more expressive- albeit heavily distorted face- during moments of heightened emotion like anger, sadness, etc. Nothing changes from his expression, not even his mouth moves.

The latter is also a reference to how fans usually drew Ben, along with just... .EXE characters in general-

His clothes are always soggy :(

He can manipulate and change his physical form, but the binary scarred into on his calf stays no matter what he does, whether that be changing forms entirely or removing the limb from his "model", in which case the binary moves elsewhere.

Ben is telepathic. He can choose who can understand him at any given moment, whether it be a group, a pair, or a singular person. Everyone else outside of the conversation could hear only gargling, wheezing and coughing.

Avoids areas where water is usually found in large amounts. I.e, lakes, rivers, bathrooms, etc.

[ieatfanficforbrunch]

People Pleaser Steve

Steve is a people pleaser. Years of living with his parents and their demeaning stares and harsh words have destroyed his sense of self preservation.

"Keep Eye Contact, Steven," his mother would say. "Stop Complaining, You need to make our guest Comfortable." His father would say. Until the age of ten all Steve got was criticism. Constant reminders on how to behave perfectly and how to appease his parents.

The morning they decided he was old enough to stay home himself, coincidentally on his 10th birthday, they packed up and started renting an apartment in Chicago to better monitor their Business. They sent him money for food, got him a bike so he could go to school, they even sent a few extra 20s every other month so he could get new clothes as he grew.

Of course, Steve never complained. This was how he kept the peace, how he avoided the cold glare from his parents.

The pattern continued into adulthood, Steve practically raised himself for the last 8 years of his childhood, he only saw his parents when they needed him.

When he (accidently) became the mother of the nerdiest bunch of kids in Hawkins, he made himself a promise, No matter what he'd be there. Every recital, every birthday party, every holiday, and every time they needed a ride; he was there.

When Christmas came around after everything had happened, after Max had recovered and Eddie's wounds had healed perfectly, he decided he would make it the best Christmas they'd ever seen. Just to make them happy.

He decorated the entire house, made enough food to feed his small football team of a group, he got so many presents for everyone that he had to skip out on food three days a week for two months just because he wanted it to be perfect.

The kids came over on Christmas Eve night to spend the night together, slept in sleeping bags he bought special for them. Eddie came to help wrangle the crazies until Robin got back from visiting her grandparents in Ohio.

They ate like they were starving or like it was their last meal. All except Steve, who was too afraid to overstep or take away from someone else to even try one of the many kinds of food he made.

The games died down and the food was gone by midnight. The kids slept peacefully in their sleeping bags. Steve let out a small sigh, a smile on his face as he stood and took empty platters and plates to the kitchen.

He washed the dishes in silence, a baggy crew neck sweater replacing his usual polos. He knew if he wore them the others would notice he had lost weight and he didn't want to inconvenience them. It was rude to burden others with your problems. He honestly thought he had gotten away with it until a familiar Metal head guided him to the kitchen table.

"Ok Big boy, This isn't working for me," He said in a soft voice.

Steve immediately looked up, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," he whispered, not even sure what he did.

Eddie sighs and says, "Steve, You think you're hiding it so well but you aren't. You take care of everyone and everything all of the time. Let me take care of you."

Steve couldn't move, couldn't respond, How Was he supposed to behave? He didn't know so he merely nodded.

Eddie smiled and immediately made Steve a bowl of cereal, something small and quiet. When he was positive Steve would eat it, he finished the dishes for him.

Steve looked so beat down and tired, the bags under his eyes told so much and Eddie knew that from now on he would do Everything to keep them away.

He took the empty bowl and washed it before walking over to Steve. "I know it's a bit early but...I got you something," he whispers, pulling out a small box from his back pocket.

It was a light blue box with a thin red ribbon and white trim. Steve's thin fingers removed the lid to find a locket in the shape of a guitar pick.

Inside there were two pictures, one with the kids, and one with Steve and Eddie. It was the picture from when Eddie was discharged, the day Steve agreed to get treatment for his wounds. Eddie's arm is around Steve's shoulders, it's the only picture in the world with Steve's Real smile. His eyes swelled with tears. It's the only gift he's gotten since he was 10, since his parents left to run their company, since Everything.

"Shit I didn't mean to make you cry again! I just-" Eddie is cut off with the tightest hug he's ever gotten.

"It's Perfect," Steve whispers.

He's met with calloused hands on the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp.

"Merry Christmas, Harrington."

"Merry Christmas, Munson."

[lizzieislife94x]

PhotoShoot (e.o)

Lizzie x Fem Reader 

 GirlxGirl

 Y/ns POV:

Im suddenly woken by my phone ringing loudly I reach over and grab it looking at the screen with one eye open as I let out a groan why is my boss calling at 6:45am "hey Susan what's up is everything ok" I mumble half asleep "yeah just making sure your awake you have Elizabeth olsen for today's photoshoot" I open my eyes as I remember my client is Elizabeth olsen I've been looking forward to today for 3 months she's the most stunning human I've ever laid my eyes on "yeah I know Susan but the shoot is at 12 and your calling me at 6:45am I'll be there don't worry and also don't call back I'm going back to sleep ill text you when I'm awake" I say blatantly as I hang up, that might have sounded rude and some might be like why would you speak to your boss like that well she's also my bestfriend and has been for the last 12 years we met when we where 14 and have been best friends since. 

I yawn and stretch with a smile on my face as I sit up to start my day I quickly check the time and see its 10am plenty of time to shower ready before heading to the studio, I walk into the bathroom and turn on thes hower I quickly brush my teeth as I'm waiting for the water to heat up after a few mins I climb in and get washed head to toe and wash my hair once I'm done I head to my bedroom and grab my outfit for today tight ripped jeans white tee and a flannel, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs for a coffee and decide to text Susan to let her know i won't be late or she'll be freaking out 

Me: Hey I'm up and ready just having a coffee then I'm heading to the studio I'm sure I'll see you at some point today 😂 

The bitch: Thought I was gonna have to call josh in to cover for you asshole 😒 

Me: BITCH I swear to god you dare try and take the opportunity to photograph THE Elizabeth olsen away from me I will make it my mission to make you miserable day in day out 😈 

I giggle as I finish my coffee and slide my phone into my pocket I rinse my coffee mug and head to the car and start my drive to the studio the drive was fairly quick I arrive at 11:45 perfect timing as I walk into the office I feel my nerves pick up as I see the blonde standing talking to Susan I can tell right away it's Elizabeth I walk closer as I make eye contact with Susan and she smirks making Elizabeth turn "lizzie this is one of our best photographers y/n l/n and y/n this is Elizabeth " I smile and stretch out my hand "Elizabeth it's a pleasure to meet you I'm a huge fan" she smiles as her hand lingers in my "nice to meet you y/n I've heard great things" I can't help but get lost in her eyes as I freak out inside.

"Just a few more shots lizzie and we can take a break you're doing amazing, the camera loves you" I smirk as I get her to pose how I want after 10 minutes we take a break and I'm pretty sure lizzie has been flirting with me for the last 3 hours "so y/n what are you plans for the weekend, do you have a boyfriend " she asks casually as I chock on my water "men aren't really my thing but no I don't have anyone at home waiting for me" I sigh as she gets closer "that's a shame you're beautiful and anyone would be lucky to have you come home to them" I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out next thing I know her lips are pressed against mine in a rough kiss I instantly return the kiss as she deepens it once we break for air I'm still lost for words making her giggle "you're such a great kisser" I blush making her giggle more "no thats you" I say shyly as she climbs onto my lap and kisses me again I let my hands roam her body as they find a place on her ass I feel her moan into my mouth and smirk "should we do this isn't it a bit soon" I breath out as she looks into my eyes "definitely not to soon plus I plan on seeing you again y/n" I bite my lip and nod as we start to remove our clothes once we're fully naked I lay her down and start to kiss my way down her body letting my mouth wrap around her hard nipple earning a loud moan she roughly grips my hair as I run my hand down her body between her legs "someone's soaking such a naughty girl" I tease looking up at her "shut up don't tease me just do something about it" I lick my lips and nod as I run my fingers through her wet folds groaning at how wet she is "please y/n" she begs turning me on more a slip 2 digits into her dripping cunt earning a surprised gasp "so warm and tight" I say as I kiss her jaw thrusting my fingers nice and slow "you better hurry someone could walk in at any moment " making me realise we where in my work place I thrust my fingers faster as I kiss her making her moan into my mouth I curl my fingers as I hit her gspot with every thrust "I'm I'm gonna fuck y/n" before I know it she's cumming all over my fingers I slow my thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm "mhhh such a good girl" I smirk as I slide my fingers out and suck them never breaking eye contact "that was amazing" she pants as I lean down and place a kiss on her cheek, "get ready quickly incase someone comes in" I say with a giggle as we both get ready, we continue the rest of the shoot getting to know one and other before I know it the shoot is done "give me your phone" she says with a flirty smile I grab my phone and hand it to her "here put your number in mine" she says handing me her phone I quickly put my number in and hand the phone back as she hands mine back "I'll text you later and we can hang out soon" she says as she leans in to kiss me quickly I kiss her back as I bite her lip gently before we part ways, this is not how I pictured the shoot going but fuck I'm glad it did this woman has me under her thumb.

I spent the rest of the day walking around with a huge smile on my face and susan following me around like a puppy trying to figure out why ive been smiling so much its rather funny.

AN: i don't know what this is I know its not great but I needed to post something to keep the book up-to-date but this is terrible I will post a part 2 of this and make it so much better haha but if you have any requests please message me ill do them right away I've had no decent ideas to post so yall get this deal with it haha word count 1.3k 

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

can you pls pls pls write a fanfic about extroverted pavitr showing off his gf to his friends (the reader is rly shy)

I Would Never Fall Unless It's You

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x shy!gn!reader Summary: "See", Gwen says, "I keep telling you, Y/N's a keeper!" Pavitr blushes, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly as he gazes into your eyes. Your eyelids flutter, pink coating your cheeks eventhough your eyes can't stop following him. He's radiant. Maybe you truly are made for each other.

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🎶"I would never fall in love again until I found her I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you"🎶 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

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"So...", dragged Miles, looking between his two friends as he scratches the nape of his neck. "Do we say who we are, or..?"

"I think Y/N knows already", Gwen says, resting one hand on her hip as she looks at the Brit for confirmation. "At least that we're spider-people; not sure about that multiverse part."

Hobie nods. "Yeah, Y/N caught him climbing in from the window wearing the suit and eating a vadapav. I mean, bruv!"

"Looks like they're here!", Peter. B points out and they turn to look, taking off their masks.

"HEY GUYSSS!"

Pavitr's voice is heard from a mile away as he swings from the opposite building in one swift motion, cradling a squealing you to his chest. He lands smoothly on the secluded terrace with a soft thud.

Your hold onto him to stop your legs from wobbling, still not used to swinging in the air yet.

"Don't worry, meri jaan", he assures you softly, "I've got you."

With a gentle peck to your cheek, he loosens his grip on your waist and guides you to his friends, removing his mask and tucking it in his pocket.

Pav and his friends seem to have a theme in their choice of clothing: spandex with spider designs and masks bearing similar eye lenses.

You knew that Pavitr Prabhakar, your former bestfriend and the guy you had been crushing on since the 6th grade, was Spider-Man. The very same guy who the entire city is trying to capture, even though he's only been doing good. The vigilante hero, the people's prince -who is also, incidentally, your spectacular boyfriend. Of course, you're proud! But it's a tad intimidating to see more superhuman people like him in the same place, and in similar clothing.

Pavitr's lush raven curls dance in the wind before he tames them, flipping them to stay on one side. Resisting the urge to run your fingers through them, you content yourself to just admiring it for now. It is a source of envy to most people.

"Awww, look at you two lovebirds!"

Peter. B's cooing startles you out of your reverie and you realize you've been making heart eyes at each other, adorable pink noses brushing against the other cozily.

It was only slightly embarrassing.

You knew all his friends' names from the pics he shared but this is the first time you meet them in person, and frankly, you're a bit anxious.

Generally, you're a shy and introverted person; not really much on the socializing side. So when it came to interaction with strangers, you found it quite difficult to keep up with Pavitr's pace, who has no hesitation to make small talk. But you try, for him, hoping his friends won't hate you at first glance.

They were important to him and he was important to you.

Pavitr initiates as usual, trying to ease you into the conversation (he's The best boyfriend), while you try to hide yourself behind him, staying close to his warm shoulder. You're still a bit shy..

He points at each one as he introduces them. "You know Hobie, this is Gwen, Miles and Peter. B. Miguel is spying us from afar", he jokes.

You remember the Brit from the bridge collapse incident. You had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and Pav had been too far away to help you. It was Hobie who had saved you that day though you hadn't known any of them back then.

"And this is meri jaan, Y/N Y/L/N", he says, resting his head against yours as he pulls you closer. "My life."

Peter B coos just for the sake of seeing Pavitr blush.

"Hi, hello!", you greet with a shy wave, extending a hand to each of them. When you get to Hobie, who is the last, you thank him from the bottom of your heart. "I never had a chance to tell you before, but you're the reason I'm standing here today and I'm very, very grateful for it."

Hobie smiles, shaking your hand firmly. The Mumbattanite has told him before how thankful he himself is for it. "Hey, it's what I do"

"Do you know how well Y/N draws?", Pavitr says proudly, "You guys have got to see them!"

"Oh, so what do you do?", Hobie asks. You can see he's trying to make you feel included and you're very thankful for it. Pavitr has often spoken of him as being the Big Brother he never had, and you feel you can relate to it too.

"Mostly portraits", you reply, intertwining your hand with Pav's as he rubs his thumb in smoothing circles, encouraging you further. "But sometimes watercolors too, if I have enough patience", you joke.

"Wait, you do watercolors? That's the hardest there is!"

"I know, right! But they're so detailed and realistic -You've got to see these pictures!"

Pavitr whips out his phone and starts showing off the pics he took of your paintings. You watch him as he excitedly explains every one of them with so much passion that surprises you. Never have you known he was so invested in your pictures nor that he observed so much!

"Wow! Can you draw me?", Miles asks, eyes wide with excitement. "And me?", Peter. B joins, practically jumping as you agree with a nod.

Hobie pretends to give a long-suffering sigh. "Kids."

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You've spent almost the entire evening with the Spideys drawing stuff, eating hotdogs and swinging from building to building. Initially it seemed too much, but after the pressure of making a good first impression bled away, you had a ton of fun! Peter. B even gave you some tips on how to use your weight to your advantage while swinging.

Licking your ice-cream, you notice Pavitr has smeared some on the corner of his lips and reach up to wipe it away.

"See", Gwen says, "I keep telling you, Y/N's a keeper!"

Pavitr blushes, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly as he gazes into your eyes. Your eyelids flutter, pink coating your cheeks even though your eyes can't stop following him. He's radiant.

Maybe you truly are made for each other.

A sudden ringtone startles you out of your reverie and Miles asks you all to watch in silence as Peter B answers a call from his wife. Apparently, Peter B has left his web solution lying around carelessly and May Parker is now stuck to the ceiling upside down, trying to play with it.

Pavitr snickers, Gwen and you giggle quietly while Miles and Hobie fall on their sides laughing as Peter B poorly tries to defend himself to Mary-Jane.

You comment a pun, not really aware that you said it out loud but cup your mouth as soon as you realize it, feeling they might be offended -that's the last thing you want. To the contrary, however, they actually seem to enjoy it.

"That's it, you're now officially my sibling!", Hobie claims, encouraging you with a pat on your back.

You're already growing to like them, feeling thrilled to get to know them more.

Miles and Gwen give you a high-five as Peter B pretends to be offended, but everyone knows he's only a second away from applauding you for that pun. He caves in and eventually laughs, everyone joining in as the conversation turns to a boomerang video edit of the embarrassing dance moves Pavitr did last week.

"HEY! You promised you deleted that thing!!"

Pavitr starts chasing Miles around, jumping from street lamps and poles, oblivious to Gwen capturing that on her phone too. She turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Which song do you think suits this?" 

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Hope you like it! Thank you for reading <3

A/N: I swear I'm trying to work on the other prompts buttttttt ARGH LIFE!!!! (((OMG ALMOST FORGOT FLUFFTOBERRRRRR!!!!!)))

[pengouiz]

We Won't Work in the End, even so, I Keep Hoping Pt. 1

wedding planner!heeseung x fem!reader

content: 1.5k words, angst, hyunjin is reader's fiancé, reader gets married too quick lol, like one cuss word, hyunjin's mom is a bitch, heeseung is kinda a flirt, thats pretty much it

a/n: omg first rodeo kind of nervous guys🫣 pt.2 will be out some time idk

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ house of cards - bts ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Pt. 2

You shut the door as you let out a heavy sigh. You curse yourself for being so irrational. Hyunjin is a great boyfriend. However, you did not expect to be engaged after three months of dating.

You had just gotten home that day after getting a promotion at work. Hyunjin grinned at you as you walked in through the door. He had made you guys dinner that night, and he rarely does that. Everything that day had been going your way.

“Thank you baby, the food tastes amazing.” you say before stuffing your mouth once again. You guys were nearly finished eating, that was until Hyunjin got up from his seat.

“Y/n you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met” He says as he gets on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket, “You make me happier than I could ever describe in words and I wanna take this step with you. Will you marry me y/n?”

And that's how you ended up here, dress fitting with hyunjin’s mom.

“Hurry up y/n! there's still more to go through”

You look at yourself in the mirror, brows furrowed as you analyze the way the dress fits your body and fills the spacious fitting room. it's too tight, making it difficult to breathe. You’ve lost count of how many dresses you’ve tried on.

You unlock the fitting room door and make eye contact with hyunjin’s mom. She's always had an opinion on your guy’s relationship, never believing any girl was good enough for her son. You try to be accepting of her judgmental personality, after all, she's gonna be your mother in law.

“It's too tight and I hate how long it is.” you say in an exhausted tone.

“Oh but y/n, it's perfect! Plus, it's only for one day and I'm sure hyunjin will love it.” she challenges

“I appreciate you helping…” you pause, contemplating on whether you should say what you're about to say, “but this is my wedding so why should it matter if you like the dress?”

“Of course it should matter! I’m the only one who knows what's best for him” she says condescendingly.

You scoffed, going back into the fitting room to remove the dress. You put on your hoodie and sweatpants, feeling relieved to be back in comfortable clothing. You check the time, it's almost time to meet with your wedding planner.

“We can finish this tomorrow, I have to meet with the wedding planner” you say, walking past Hyunjin’s mom.

“The least you can do is pick a dress. I knew you weren’t good enough to marry my son.” you decide to ignore her irritating tone and begin walking to your car, being too tired to argue and knowing Hyunjin would take her side, he always did.

—

You arrive at the cafe, scanning the tables in an attempt to find your planner. You spot a guy, typing on his laptop, taking a break to drink his coffee. You walk up to him, hoping you read him right.

“Hi are you a wedding planner by any chance?” your voice quiet as you scramble for your phone, trying to find his name “Lee Heeseung?”

“Yeah I am, im guessing you must be y/n” he answers as he pushes his glasses up

“Yes! Yes, that’s me” You put your hand out to shake his. He grabs your hand and gives it a firm shake. You smile as you wait for him to pull his hand away but he keeps his eyes on you. You clear your throat and he finally lets go.

“Sorry” he mumbles, “We should get started”

—

You and Heeseung talk until it’s dark outside. You discuss the budget and the venue for the wedding, along with getting to know each other. You look around the cafe, realizing the staff is cleaning up and getting ready to close.

“It’s getting pretty late. Could we finish this tomorrow?” you ask as you stand up.

He smiles at you, “Tomorrow works for me.” shutting off his laptop and stuffing it in his bag.

You walk out of the cafe with heeseung and walk towards your car. You see heeseung begin to walk and for a moment you wonder if you should offer him a ride.

“Hey um would you want to ride with me? I mean you know, I could take you home. It's the least I can do since you're planning my wedding?” you ask, unsure of why you're hoping he takes you up on your offer.

“If you really don't mind, I would love to” He smiles at you

He gets into the passenger seat of your car and you start driving. It’s quiet, both of you enjoying the view of the city and the comfort of night. You want to say something, desperate to start a conversation with him. Luckily for you, he speaks up first.

“What made you want to get married?” Curiosity laced his voice as he glanced over to you, watching you come up with an answer.

“I wish I could tell you a happy reason, like I fell in love with him or I believed he was my soulmate.” you say, gripping the wheel tighter, “But no, I said yes because I had just been in a good mood. That's it, that's the reason. And I’m not even sure it's what I want anymore” you sigh, feeling relieved to say that.

You both stay quiet for what feels like forever, the tension of your outburst lingering in the car. Heeseung doesn’t know how to comfort you, especially since you just met 5 hours ago.

“I’m sorry, today’s been chaotic. I didn’t mean to dump that on you” you say, hoping you didn’t scare off your wedding planner.

“No worries. You’d be surprised how many couples I meet that definitely aren't ready for…” He trails off, realizing what he said. “S-sorry I didn’t mean you and hyunjin I’m sure you guys-” 

You cut him off, “No it's okay, you're right. Hyunjin is so caring and he’s great but it’s all too much, too soon. I mean come on, his own mother doesn't like me. He always hears her out, always takes her side, but what about me?” You don't realize how loud you're yelling or how your voice begins to break. You blink back tears, looking everywhere but Heeseung, too embarrassed to look at him.

You park your car in front of his apartment, upset at the fact that you wasted that entire car ride whining about a marriage you agreed to. Heeseung thanks you for the ride but before he closes the car door, he says something that warms your heart.

“Marriage isn't always easy y/n. I’m here to help you, we’ll get through this together. It’ll be okay, even if your soon to be mother-in-law is a bitch.” you find yourself giggling at heeseung’s comment but quickly pull yourself together to say your goodbyes and start driving home.

—

“Where have you been y/n? I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjin says as soon as you shut the door of your home.

“I was meeting with our wedding planner” you say as you pour yourself a glass of water, feeling your fatigue set in. “Really? Cause that's not what my mom said” Hyunjin spits back.

You put, no, you slam your cup down onto the counter. “Oh yeah? And what exactly did she say, Hyunjin? Since your mom seems to know everything.”

You look at him, your eyes piercing through him. “Why are you so tense y/n? What's your problem?” Hyunjin asks, shocked by your hostile behavior. “My problem is this!” you wave your hands in the air, “This Hyunjin, your mother is always creating problems between us and you do absolutely nothing about it.” There’s silence in return. You and Hyunjin just stare at each other, except you’re fighting tears and hyunjin looks completely unbothered?

“I don't know what you want me to do y/n. that's my mom, I can't accuse her of lying” he says monotone. By now you’re sobbing from frustration and Hyunjin’s inability to care, “I am your fiancée Hyunjin, soon to be wife! So why is it you can accuse me of lying? Why are you able to defend her all the time but you can't seem to defend me? Why is it you believe every word that comes out of her mouth?” you storm upstairs, no longer wanting to talk and explain yourself over and over again.

“Wait- y/n! Let's talk please!” He chases you but you slam the door of your shared bedroom in his face and lock it. You hear his pleas and his attempts to get you to open the door but you’ve heard enough today. “If your mom is always right, why don’t you go over to her house huh? Why don’t you go ahead and tell her about this, I’m sure she’ll pamper you like always.” you say as exhaustion consumes your body. Before your eyes close, you hear the front door downstairs slam shut and you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or angry, maybe both.

[dark-lord-tom-returns]

If you do have to go out and drive somewhere, make sure you are prepared to get stuck. It likely won't be your fault. A road may not be plowed, you hit a patch of black ice and ended up in a snow bank, or maybe it kept snowing while you were inside the store. You still need to be prepared. You need Tom's Cold Weather I-Can't-Die-Like-This Kit

1) Common sense and uncommon planning. If there is snow and ice on the road and you have to go out then you need a plan. Check your routes, avoid the back roads, and let someone know where you are going and when you should be back.

2) Alcohol based hand sanitizer. If you can unlock your car with a physical key this is critical. The locks can freeze solid. Squirt a little hand sanitizer in them and wait about 10 seconds. This is the part of the kit that stays in your pocket at all times.

3) Ice scraper. You need something to get the snow and ice off your car. Windshield, rear window, side windows, headlights, taillights, and roof. If it got buried check that your exhaust pipe isn't sealed with ice and snow. If you don't have a designated ice scraper I've made do with a broom but you really want a good ice scraper. Make sure to bring it with you.

DO NOT POUR HOT WATER ON YOUR FROZEN CAR

Now, what you need in the glove box.

4) Mylar emergency blankets and hand warmers. Get a couple from the camping section and stuff them in the glove box. They hold heat well and they are reflective. Single use cause they tear easily which is why I suggest 4 or 5. They're compact and cheap and will buy time if you have to wait for rescue. For hand warmers, get the standard hand sized ones and a couple of the jumbo sized. Use as needed.

5) Candle and lighter. This isn't for warmth or signaling. This is for your mind. If you get stuck somewhere in the cold and the dark that little flame does a world of good. Try not to set the car on fire. A three pack of tealights were my go to.

6) Decent knife. Standard folder works wonders. Million and one uses.

7) Bright colored cloth. Neon bright. Reflective if you can find it. You get stuck, lower your window, stick the cloth out, roll it back up. Signals to others that there is someone trapped. Remove the cloth when you get picked up or you leave.

8) Fully charged power bank. The phone is your life line. Check this before you go anywhere.

In the car. Preferably the back seat. My trunk always froze shut so consider that when packing.

9) Extra layers/change of clothes. Layers are important if you get stuck. You need to stay warm without sweating. Dry socks are your friends.

10) Light sources. Plural. I had a high powered flashlight to signal passing vehicles, a low powered light for working in the car, and a dozen glowstick type chemical lights. Glow sticks were great to stick on the roof and draw attention in the dark or toss behind the car so people knew there was a car on the side of the road.

11) Food and water. Self explanatory.

Ok, so we are now prepared to sit tight and wait for help in the worst case. Let's talk about getting unstuck.

12) Cat litter. Instant traction in a bag. Pour some right in front of and against your tires. This is great for if you end up on an ice sheet.

13) Shovel. No two ways about it. You end up in a snow bank and it's digging time. A snow shovel is the best but anything that isn't your bare hands works.

14) Tow cables or chains. If you can't get out yourself and someone comes by they are extremely useful. A good car emergency kit will have them and jumper cables and a first aid kit. It's worth the cost.

This is by no means exhaustive. There are all kinds of things you can add like portable radios and road flares.

But with just this setup, you have multiple ways to signal others, a fully charged phone to call for help, and you probably won't freeze waiting for them to show up.

Stay safe, stay warm

So Your Temperate Home is Suddenly an Arctic Hellscape

As -10F hits area’s of the US who’ve never seen such temperatures in living memory, I wanted to give some tips from a Minnesotan who’s lived with these temps as a part of my life for 37 years.

1) Don’t Get Cocky. People used to these temps may laugh at our southern neighbors freaking out about the cold because yes, some parts of the US get such temps regularly every year. These people are being ignorant assholes. Our houses are mandated to have insulation that few of your homes will have. We pretty much all have huge puffy coats, and have well established winter weather gear drives for homeless and poor folks every year. We have expensive, well equipped infrastructure for cope with these temps and with large amounts of snow. You don’t. When it comes down to it, Minnesotans know to respect the cold temps- it’s just that a lot of the ways that do it are so commonplace as to be invisible to those who already have these habits.

2) Don’t go out wet. Dry your hair or stay inside. You will loose a lot of heat if you’re wet. Same for sweat, and wet diapers. And clothes with snow on them are now WET CLOTHES. Change into dry clothes as soon as possible.

3) If you have a shitty car battery or a car that sometimes struggles to start, then try not to use it. You’re unlikely to get the kind of temps where it’s impossible to start an engine (I’ve only experienced those temps a few times. Once my eyelashes froze shut and I almost froze to death in my own back yard. Don’t be like young me. Respect the cold.) If your car doesn’t start, you could be stranded somewhere, and realistically your area’s emergency services may be pretty overrun. 

4) Very cold air doesn’t hold moisture well. Plan for extra hydration for people, pets, and plants. Even if your staying in- most home heaters pull cold air from outside, then dry it out even MORE in the process of heating it. Dehydration is a thing. Even if your home’s heater has a humidifier attached to it (if you’re not sure, then it probably doesn’t.) it’s a good idea to drink extra water. Right now I have a few pots of water just left out by heaters to evaporate as much as possible. My mom used to just heat huge camping pots on the stove all day in cold temps. Remember, dry nasal passages really muck up your bodies ability to fight airborne illness. This is not a great time for that.

5) Help out homeless folks in your area in any way you can. These temps can and do kill. And since we have more evictions than any society can conscionably defend this year, we have high numbers of homeless people. Which means area supports for unhoused folks are often underfunded and over-taxed. 

6) Let your faucets drip. I know nobody likes to waste water but if your pipes freeze they will literally explode. Your home will flood. My mother’s kitchen got completely destroyed and it traumatized my childhood dog. Justa  bit of moving warm water will safeguard you from that.

7) Do. Not. Burn. Propane. Indoors. 

8) Plan for potential power outages. Ice on the lines can cause this and again, your infrastructure isn’t prepped for this. Unplug anything in your home you’re not using to do your part to help prevent rolling blackouts.

9) Driving on ice is a SKILL. Your roads may be filled with people who do not have that skill. Please please, stay off the roads if you can- even if you have this skill these roads will not be prepped and will, again, be full of people who don’t know how to do this because it just hasn’t come up that much in their life.

Stay safe and stay kind, folks! 

[priestessofspiders]

Don't Keep It Too Long

I try not to hate myself for what I've done. I keep telling myself that I'm not the first, and surely won't be the last. There was simply no other choice.

I was walking home after doing a bit of shopping, a bag of groceries in each hand. I am fortunate enough to live in a fairly walkable city, so I try to avoid driving as often as I can. Besides, the part of town I lived in was quite pleasant, and I enjoyed getting a bit of fresh air and some exercise.

As I pondered what I was going to make myself for dinner that evening, absentmindedly looking at various storefronts and signs that grabbed my attention, I suddenly collided with someone, my bags immediately falling to the ground.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!", said the man I had bumped into (or had he bumped into me?) He knelt down and began helping me pick up my groceries. Fortunately, nothing I had bought that day was especially breakable, otherwise I would have been much more irritated.

He was a college student perhaps, he definitely had the rather ragged appearance of an overworked academic. Dark bags under his eyes, unshaven stubble, and an ill-fitting tweed coat with patches on the elbows. He seemed to be trembling, as if he were afraid of something. At the time, I just assumed he was anxious after our little collision. He kept apologizing too, mumbling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again as he picked up the various foodstuffs that had been scattered across the pavement.

"It's alright, I should have looked where I was going", I insisted, examining a box of crackers to make sure it wasn't crushed too badly before placing it back into the bag. The man handed me the other bag of groceries, and I thanked him.

As we both stood up, he looked at me dead in the eyes and said "I'm sorry. Don't keep it too long."

Before I could ask him what he meant by this, he took off running into the crowd, and I was left standing on the sidewalk, puzzled.

- - -

I arrived home about 15 minutes after my encounter with the man on the sidewalk, and began putting away my groceries in the pantry. About halfway through this process, however, I found something odd at the bottom of one of the bags, the one the man had handed to me.

I pulled the object out of the bag, staring at it, puzzled. It appeared to be nothing more than a smooth, flat stone. It was shiny and polished, and was around the size and shape of a half-dollar coin. It was unusually cool to the touch.

As I held the stone up to the light, I noticed some faint, barely discernible symbols on its surface, but they didn't appear to be carved or painted on, instead it seemed as if they were a part of the structure of the rock itself, like the cross section of a fossil. I'm not much of an expert on languages, and I never did manage to identify any of the symbols on it, but I suppose they looked vaguely like the letters of Ancient Greek perhaps, though even that is a loose comparison at best.

I'll be honest, I had no idea what to think at the time. I assumed it must have been some sort of viral marketing campaign or social media trend of some sort. I set the stone down on the counter and finished packing up the groceries, forgetting about it.

I made myself a simple dinner of some vegetable fried rice and watched a movie before getting ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, made my bed, and turned off all the lights in the house, double checking that the doors and windows were all shut and locked as I did so. This is very important. It must be understood that I always make sure that my doors and windows are securely locked before I go to bed. I've always been a bit paranoid, and even though I live in a fairly crime-free neighborhood, I still worry about burglars.

When I was satisfied that my home was suitably impervious to intruders, I began to change out of my day clothes into some pajamas. As I was removing my pants, I felt something strange bulging in my left pocket. I reached in and pulled out the stone, smooth and cool against my hand, glinting slightly in the light of my bedside lamp.

That's strange, I thought to myself, I could have sworn I left this on the counter. I must have picked it up without thinking about it. I set it down on the bedside table, feeling a little unnerved. Everyone occasionally forgets where they've put something, only to find they were carrying it with them all along, but this was different. I distinctly remembered setting it down on the kitchen counter.

Regardless, I managed to drift off to sleep with the aid of a melatonin tablet and a little bit of white noise. I've always been a light sleeper, so I usually have to have some faint sound or another to listen to when I go to bed in order to avoid waking up at every creak and groan of my house settling.

- - -

I woke up at around 12:00 to the sound of footsteps coming from inside the house. I live alone, and my house doesn't share any walls with anyone else, so it couldn't have been me hearing a neighbor getting up for a midnight snack. I don't keep any pets either.

I shot up in bed, listening intensely, trying to gauge where the sound was coming from. I turned off the white noise to make sure I could hear properly. All was silent for a few painful moments, and I worried that I may have simply imagined it, but then I heard it again; the slap of bare feet against wood.

I grabbed the flashlight I kept in the drawer of the bedside table and began to creep through the house. The flashlight was the sort that was designed for use in self defense, with a strobe setting and sharp protrusions at the front. It wasn't much, but I felt a little safer having it in my hands.

I crept slowly through the house, aiming the flashlight's beam at every corner. In retrospect I'm not entirely sure why I didn't just lock the door to my room and call the police, that would have been the logical thing to do in my situation, but I don't think it would have helped much even if I had.

I followed my ears whenever I heard the footsteps recur, eventually making my way to the living room. I'll admit it, I come from a somewhat wealthy family, and as a result live in a fairly nice house. The living room is large and open, with a polished hardwood floor, high ceiling, and sliding glass doors that reveal my backyard. The moonlight shone in from outside, illuminating the room dimly, but there was nobody there.

And yet, as I stood there, warily shining the flashlight around the room, I heard once again the slapping of bare feet on wood, coming closer to me. I began to panic, spinning around and flailing the flashlight about wildly, trying to get a glimpse of whoever was coming towards me. There was nobody that I could see.

The footsteps came closer and closer, louder until it felt like there were almost right next to me, when I suddenly noticed something else.

The footsteps were coming from above me.

Trembling with fear, I shakily looked upwards towards the wood paneled ceiling, guiding the beam of light to follow my gaze. That's when my flashlight abruptly went out.

I shrieked with terror and rushed for the light switch, flicking it on quickly. The chandelier styled light fixture turned on, illuminating the room in an instant.

There was nothing there.

I spent the rest of the night wandering through the house, turning on every light I could find, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of an intruder. Predictably, I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. By the time the sun rose, I was exhausted and wished very much I could just go back to sleep.

- - -

I was still tired when I began my walk to work, yawning frequently as I pushed through the crowd on my way to the office. The day was a little bit foggy, but not so much that I couldn't see, though it did seem strange for the season. I could make out my immediate surroundings just fine, but some distant objects were a little harder to discern.

As I sluggishly put one foot in front of the other, fantasizing vaguely about my office's free coffee, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye. It looked like some sort of banner, hanging from a streetlamp in the distance. I couldn't see it too well with the unusual fog, but something about it seemed wrong.

As I got closer, I started to question whether it was a banner at all. There was certainly something hanging from the streetlamp, but it wasn't flapping in the breeze, and it seemed much too bulky to be fabric. Even though I couldn't make out what it was at this distance, something about it caused me to feel deeply uneasy. A chill ran up my spine as though I were being watched.

I felt like I was just about to make out the strange shape hanging down from the streetlamp when suddenly a large bus blocked my line of sight, disgorging its passengers on to the sidewalk like a stream of rats fleeing a sinking ship. By the time I successfully made my way through the crowd of similarly exhausted commuters, whatever object had been hanging there was gone.

I rubbed my eyes, beginning to worry that I was imagining things. I slipped my hands into my pockets to keep them warm, and felt a smooth, cool object brush against my left hand. I pulled out the stone from my pocket and stared at it, standing still in the middle of the sidewalk. I didn't remember taking it off my bedside table that morning. I once again felt that prickling, uncomfortable feeling of being watched, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I shoved the stone back in my pocket and continued on my way back to the office, trying to focus on the promise of free fresh coffee and ignore my mounting paranoia.

- - -

Work was largely uneventful, and the fog had cleared up by the time I made my way home in the late afternoon. I felt immensely tired despite the massive quantity of caffeine I had consumed, and thought I might retire to bed early that evening. Nevertheless, I had some chores to do, so went about my business vacuuming, organizing, and otherwise cleaning up the place. I wasn't going to let a lack of sleep get in the way of maintaining a well-ordered home.

By the time I was finished with my chores and had eaten some leftovers for dinner, it was a little after 8 o'clock, and I felt like I was now justified in getting ready for bed. As with the night previous, I double checked to make sure every door and window in the house was locked and secure. I still felt a little paranoid after hearing the footsteps the night before, so I also did another quick sweep of the entire house to make absolutely sure nobody was there with me, that I was entirely alone. I feel a little embarrassed to admit this, but I even carried around a claw hammer with me while I checked, just in case I needed to defend myself. However, as with last night, there was nothing unusual to be found, and I let myself relax, just a little bit.

I was getting ready to shower before bed, looking over my face in the mirror, when the paranoia abruptly returned in full force. It was very sudden, as though a switch had been flipped. One second I was observing my skin for blemishes and the next I was absolutely dead certain that I was being watched. It felt like I had suddenly been dunked into a tub of ice water, and I began shaking intensely.

It took me a moment to realize what had set me off, the stimulus that had triggered my fear before my brain had even consciously processed it. Looking into the mirror, I saw that just above the edge of the closed shower curtain, touching the ceiling, were a pair of bare feet, the legs obscured by the curtain itself. It looked as if someone was standing, upside down, on the ceiling.

The skin of the feet was a mottled gray color, like that of something that had been dead and floating in stagnant water for days. The stench of rot, previously unnoticed, began to flood my nose. Panicking, I grabbed the heaviest object within sight, a glass bottle of hand soap, and braced myself to pull back the curtain. My plan was to hit the intruder with the bottle as hard as I could before running outside and having a neighbor call the police. I was naked, but I'd much rather get in trouble for some public indecency than be murdered by some hand standing stranger in my own home.

I took several deep breaths, counting down from 10 in my head, before rushing towards the shower, pulling back the curtain, and yelling as I swung the bottle down towards where I assumed the intruder's head would be.

The bottle smashed on the back wall of shower, spraying into a hundred shards of glass. There was nobody there.

I looked around the bathroom frantically, but there was no sign of anyone else in the room. I collapsed down to the floor and began to cry.

I wasn't able to get to sleep that night.

- - -

The next day at work was incredibly stressful. After what I had seen, combined with two nights in a row of no sleep, I was a nervous wreck. I jumped whenever I received a notification from my email, and nearly screamed when my supervisor came up behind me and asked me how my work was coming along. I was riddled with intense paranoia, constantly looking behind me and refusing even to go to the bathroom out of an intense fear of being left alone.

Unfortunately, due to my intense anxiety, I wasn't exactly an efficient worker. I won't go into the boring details of my job, but there were a couple of tasks that I absolutely had to finish before I went home, and by the time the shift was over I had still not completed them. My coworkers all shuffled off home, while I was left alone, sitting at my desk.

It took me about an hour after I was supposed to have gone home to finish up the bare minimum of work I needed to get done. It shouldn't have taken me that long to finish my work, but the whole time I felt like I was being watched, that even though I was the only person in the office I wasn't actually alone. I rubbed the stone in one hand to try and calm myself as I reviewed the work I had just finished, making sure it was of at least somewhat acceptable quality. I didn't remember bringing the stone with me to work, but I had found it sitting on my desk regardless. Satisfied I would at the very least not get fired for the work I had done, I submitted it to my manager's email and turned off my computer, getting up to leave.

The office I work at is one of those fancy, open floor plan type set ups, with lots of windows and bright colors to try and cheer up the employees. It was renovated once the executives decided it was time for the workers to come back into the office again as the pandemic waned, perhaps in some desperate attempt to make people voluntarily give up the comforts of working from home. Regardless, the most important thing to know about the place where I work is that it has very tall ceilings, maybe 30 feet or so.

As I was walking out of the office, I felt something wet drip onto my face. I touched my hand to the dampness, drawing back a finger stained red. Blood.

I looked up at the ceiling to find bloody footprints, 30 feet in the air, as if someone were walking on the ceiling. They were leading the direction I had just came from.

I retraced my steps, following the bloody footprints to see where they led. I was in a daze, the stress from the past couple of days combined with my intense tiredness resulting in a kind of numbness. Just minutes before I had been jumpy, nervous, ready to flee at the slightest sound, and now I was following the very source of my terror.

The footprints terminated in the main office space, directly above my desk. There was no sign of whatever had created them. I had no idea how long it had been standing up there, looking down at me while I worked.

I pulled my phone out from my purse and tried to take a picture of the bloody footprints on the ceiling, but when I peered at the screen, there was nothing there. I looked up from my phone, and sure enough, the footprints were gone.

I felt like I was going crazy.

- - -

I practically ran home after work, desperate to get back to my house before it was dark. I didn't want to be alone on the streets when the sun went down. The last rays of sunlight were beginning to dissipate as I slammed shut my front door and began to cry. After I had sufficiently calmed down and the tears were no longer blocking my vision, I once again went through the ritual of checking to make sure all the doors and windows in the house were secure, though at this point I was beginning to feel as though it was a waste of time.

I didn't bother doing any chores or even eating dinner, I simply took a triple dose of melatonin and secured the bedroom as best as I could, desperate to get at least one good night of sleep. I believed that I could find a solution, figure out some way forward, if only I could get a little bit of rest. On the bedside table I set down the flashlight, the largest kitchen knife I owned, and my wallet and car keys, just in case I had to leave in a hurry.

Feeling more tired than I ever had before, I tucked myself into bed fully clothed and quickly began to drift off to sleep, despite my fear. After two sleepless nights in a row, I didn't have the willpower to stay awake any longer. As my eyelids began to close, the last thing I saw was the view from my bedroom window, peering out across the street. My neighbor's light was on, and in their window I saw the silhouette of something hanging from their ceiling, staring back at me. I was too tired to force my eyes open any longer, and I fell abruptly into a deep sleep.

Whenever I take more than my usual dose of melatonin I have bad dreams, and that night was no exception. In my nightmare I found myself falling upwards into the night sky, gravity seemingly reversed for me. I looked down at the rapidly vanishing lights of the city I lived in, desperately grasping at the air for anything to stop my rapid ascent. I screamed at the top of my lungs for help, crying out that the air was too thin and I couldn't breathe.

I woke up with a jolt, clutching the stone intensely in my left hand. I distinctly remembered leaving it in my purse. The first rays of morning shone down upon my face, and I looked across the street again, blinking away the daylight. The silhouette in my neighbor's window was gone.

- - -

I called out sick from work and walked down to the nearby park, still clutching the stone in my left hand. The park was a regular destination of mine, and I didn't even need to think about the route I took to get there. It had a variety of paths and trails which I had all lovingly explored one time or another, but I had a different destination in mind that particular morning. There was a small lake near the center, upon which one could fish and rent small paddleboats. I gripped the stone even tighter as I marched purposefully towards my goal.

It was another foggy morning, and the lake was shrouded in a thick mist. I couldn't see the opposite shore from the beach where I stood, gazing out over the still water. Transferring the stone into my right hand, I took a deep breath, calming myself, before skipping it across the water as hard as I could.

The near perfect smoothness and circular shape of the stone made it ideal for skipping, and it hopped across the water once, twice, three times, before finally sinking with a faint plop. I turned to leave, satisfied that the task I had set out to do was complete, before I heard a sound from the lake behind me.

It was the distinctive sound of a stone skipping across water.

I looked back at the lake to find the stone flying towards me, landing at me feet with a slight clatter as it hit the pebbles that made up the beach. I bent down and picked the stone back up again, slipping it into my pocket. I felt numb.

- - -

My only hope was finding the man who had slipped me the stone in the first place. If he couldn't stop what was happening to me he could at least explain what was going on. I hated him for what he had done, I hated him for cursing me to be followed by this inexplicable thing, for handing me this stone that seemed impossible to get rid of.

As I walked down the streets of the city, I wondered what it was that was following me exactly. Was it a ghost? A demon? Or something else? I'd never gotten a good look at the thing, just its mottled gray feet and the vague, human outline of someone standing upside down upon the ceiling, staring at me. It was almost stupid, comical even, but regardless of how utterly bizarre it was just the thought of seeing that thing filled me with an intense, palpable dread.

As I looked around the crowds of pedestrians, desperately trying to seek out the man who had brought all this upon me in the first place, I kept thinking that I saw it everywhere I looked. Was that it, hanging from the awning of that office building's window? Or there, walking on the underside of the overpass, was it coming closer to me? Perhaps I saw it through the glass display of a clothing store, glaring at me as it stood on the ceiling above a faceless display mannequin. Yet whenever I tried to get a closer look, to confirm what I thought I saw, it was gone.

I was so distracted by my paranoid terror that I didn't even see the old woman when I bumped into her, sending her sprawling across the sidewalk. She looked to be homeless, carrying plastic bags filled with cans and bottles to be turned in for money at the local recycling plant. She swore at me, telling me to watch where I was going, and I apologized profusely as I began helping her off the ground.

On instinct, I started to help gather up her fallen cans and bottles, putting them back into the plastic bags that had been dropped. As I did so, a thought suddenly occurred to me. A thought that I regret.

I pulled the stone out from my pocket and slipped it into the bag with the cans before handing it back to the woman. She accepted it with a mumbled "thank you", and I locked eyes with her for a moment, gazing at her wrinkled face with an expression of deep remorse upon my own.

"I'm sorry," I said, "Don't keep it too long."

With that, I ran back into the crowd and headed home.

[clavissionary-position]

*clothing rustle*

HOW TO UNDRESS A GILBERT

GILBERT × R E A D E R VON OBSIDIAN

✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ WARNING 200% crack, 15% random smut. Please don't take anything here seriously, or literally, or as fact. WORD COUNT ~3000 AO3 clicky

MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI

※　Due to the nature of Gilbert's outfit, it is strongly recommended that he be standing when you start.

STEP 1

The cloak has to go first. His gloves are skin-tight enough that they won't interfere with the removal of other articles beforehand (pun intended). The belt on the cloak attaches just above his left breast-pocket using a heavy-duty clasp.

Except just-kidding, that's a red-herring in case someone decides to unclasp his cloak in close-quarters-battle to use against him. Unfortunately, anyone fool enough to try will just be giving Gilbert the upper-hand.

To actually unfasten his cloak you have to sneak your hand under the cloak's collar where the other end of the belt disappears into. There's a hidden push-button clasp there. Gilbert isn't ticklish but he'll certainly pretend he is just to fuck with you.

The fur is attached directly to the collar of the cloak, so this is a one-and-done deal. Be aware that the cloak is extremely heavy and don't be afraid to just drop it on the spot and enjoy the beautiful WHUMP that it makes, like angel wings come to rest.

STEP 2

Your next stop is the secondary belt that crosses diagonally over his chest.

This belt is a mystery, and for reasons of national importance you are not permitted to know how to remove it. Gilbert must always be the one to remove this belt. I repeat. GILBERT MUST REMOVE THIS BELT HIMSELF. It's not just a simple single-pronged screw-clasp belt. Don't get cocky.

STEP 3

Now for his main belt. The plate buckle must be lifted half a centimeter towards you at a precise 180 degree angle so you can slide the leather through the hook on the plate's underside. You may consider doing this while cornering Gilbert against a wall. If you're feeling bold, advise him not to touch you until you're done. Before handling the buckle, you might angle his hips closer toward you by giving the strap a tug.

Don't tug on just the belt loop by itself because it'll throw you off-balance and put you in a vulnerable position for a sensual counter-attack. Unless you're wearing a hat that hides your ears for some reason. I mean Gilbert would just cutely headbutt the hat off you, but why did you bring a hat to this?

CAUTION. The outer edge of the buckle is lined with poison that activates by touch. The poison can penetrate any fabric except for the mysterious medieval nano-material that Gilbert's gloves consist of. This is why you'll never see Gilbert remove his belt bare-handed (though he has the antidote if he must; and yes, he'll try to convince you that the antidote must be administered mouth-to-mouth, but you must remain vigilant! Think about it: does that make any sense? No? Good. Gilbert was just testing you).

Yeah. It's probably best if you leave this belt to Gilbert too. But if he lets you borrow his gloves just so you can undress him, count yourself lucky. And if Gilbert gets you your own matching set of gloves, I mean that's basically a marriage proposal.

But wait, you say, remembering a thing. Didn't Gilbert stick his glove between his teeth that one time after presumably touching his cane?

No he didn't. That's not a CG that exists. What are you talking about? What wet-suitor collection event?

Fine, okay. Yes. That happened. The rain washed away the poison 💀

STEP 4

The mini-waistbelt. It may be thin, but it has a massive temper if you try to remove it. Would not recommend trying it if you value having a nose and teeth.

But since you've already come this far, the steps to remove it are as follows:

Pray.

Tell your loved-ones you love them, or have secretly hated them this entire time.

Place your left hand on Gilbert's right hip; make sure you have proper footing.

Place your right hand on the belt buckle like you're pinching a flaccid penis that is much, much, much tinier than Gilbert's flaccid penis.

Pray again in case you skipped step one.

Use your thumbnail to test the prong. Consider the materials, the craftsmanship, the German Engineering.

Hold your breath and rip the belt from his waist; he can always replace the belt.

Redeem your kiss from Gilbert, and for fuck's sake take off that hat.

If you trip over the discarded belt because you didn't throw it far enough away:

Please, I do insist you pray.

Try to trip directly onto Gilbert's chest so he can live out all of his otome fantasies. Let him commit your scent to memory.

It's okay to grab his cravat in the process because it won't loosen or tighten either way [see section on his cravat below]

It's not okay to grab his pants because no one wants to be pantsed by accident. Also Gilbert's pants don't come off that easy, so you'd just end up dislocating your arm.

If you trip into a natural, organic, Whole Foods fellatio-giving posture, take advantage of it. Gilbert's still wearing too many layers to give a proper, unimpeded blowjob, but just ghosting your mouth over the area with a hint of teeth will make him feel desirable.

Rub some sensual circles through the fabric of his pants; spell out your name with his last name appended onto it (Gilbert is a genius and he can easily-read any message you rub onto his shaft). His inner thighs, particularly past the adductor muscles back toward his glutes, are incredibly sensitive. Placing your palms against them and slowly fanning your fingers out while you nom on his bulge will quietly destroy him. Too bad you can't see his surprised-sprite-expression in the night.

STEP 5

At this stage you should be down to his military coat. You can ignore the epaulets and ropework and tasselry (unless you want to take a moment to mourn all the carnage they represent) because they're all directly attached to the coat.

If you find yourself tangled in the ropes in your attempt to free Gilbert's arm, don't worry. You have a few half-seconds before Gilbert ensnares you further and halts your honest undressing efforts with erotic tickling.

Use this time well. Consider using Gilbert's own cane to jam the insides of his elbows. The maneuver will both stop him and impress him. But also, do not actually do this, because his cane is coated in that same poison from before.

Why is there such a learning-curve to undressing this man? Don't worry though. Why? I don't know.

The coat itself requires extreme focus while unbuttoning. You don't have to go in order, but if you don't, you run the risk of becoming confused about which buttons you have or haven't touched. Gilbert's coat is what the common people refer to as an optical illusion, and what Clavis calls "an intellectual torture device". It is strongly recommended that you study the unbuttoning maneuver on a practice-coat.

And to be sure, at NO point is Gilbert going to help you on this one. You're screwed if you mess up. And Gilbert is going to enjoy every last second of it.

If by some stroke of luck you manage to get his coat off, please be kind enough to fold it and set it on his bed. You can also consider draping it over the window for some extra privacy, but imagine you're an Obsidianite soldier on the ground below and you see your boss's coat covering the window? You're gonna think to yourself, "Oh no, the boss is doing laundry in his room again. I should stop this before it escalates." There goes your hard-sought privacy.

STEP 6

Congratulations are in order because you have reached his shirt. Sure, there's a cravat with an extremely convoluted knot staring you in the face, but it's better than a clip-on tie, is it not?

I assure you, the knot hidden behind the brooch is not one to be trifled with. It even took Gilbert himself two tries to master it despite being the one to invent it. He wears this particular knot for its strength. It will not come loose or tighten unless someone knows what they're doing.

Despite betraying nothing beyond his evergreen smile, Gilbert is absolutely running out of patience by this point. So rest assured, because he'll gently take your hands in his and dance them through the steps of cravat-removal. Feel free to enjoy the "accidental" brushes against his chin and the skin of his throat. Chilly but sweet. This will be a welcome respite before the horror to come.

The horror being, you know that party trick with the endless scarves?

Good luck.

STEP 7

Gilbert's shirt, upon first-glance, resembles a normal shirt with normal shirt-like properties, such as a post-contemporary thread-count, invisible buttons, hidden seams, etc. It's somewhat loose-fitting but tapers beautifully into his waistband; so prettily in-fact that you might think clothed-sex would be a better option at this point.

But Gilbert didn't allow you to come this far so he could keep his cock behind enemy lines.

If you won't stop admiring his torso, he'll take your hands again and start biting each fingertip. If you're still dazed by his beauty afterwards, he'll switch your positions so that you're against the wall and his knee is against your sensitive bits pulsing pressure in a maddening upward motion.

To avoid this, you need to tear his shirt off. You need to free Gilbert's skin unto moonlight's stage at any costs. Hook your fingertips into the spaces between the buttons. Press your crotch against Gilbert's for leverage. If you need to lay down for this part, please do so.

The shirt will not be kind to you. The weave is too strong, the tensile-strength too god-like. You'll never know what it is to truly sweat until you go hand-to-shirt against Gilbert's spider-silk.

Gilbert for his part will do his best to offer moral support by rocking his hips upward into the warm crux where your bodies meet. Sure his pants are still in the way, but you'll never know a more loving gesture.

"You are not your shirt." You can try to whisper this to Gilbert to make him feel better about this whole ordeal. "You're my Gil. You are not your shirt."

The shirt has feelings too. So after you successfully remove it and have finished orgasming from Gilbert's languid dry-humping, please fold the shirt and place it on top of his coat. If his coat is over the window, place the shirt on the ottoman at the foot of his bed and give it two pats. We're all about aftercare here.

STEP 8

The thigh-garter. Quite possibly the most heavily-reinforced article this man wears. If it looks simple to your untrained eye, that is by design. It's meant to blend into his pants. If he were trying to flaunt it, his coat wouldn't have that suspicious, longer-on-one-side uneven cut.

Recoil? Poison? Child's-play. Gilbert himself nearly lost a hand the last time he went to remove the garter. The belt is made from a baffling and impossible weave of tiger-gut (died from natural causes) and coir fabric. That time Gilbert stole 100,000 coconuts off a Benitoitian beach was... not for the coir, but the discovery of such a useful byproduct was serendipitous and it was immediately put to use.

You need to incorporate this bit of trivia into small-talk with Gilbert while you attempt to remove the garter. It will take you 58 seconds, but those seconds will be the longest of your life. Your heartbeat will quicken and slow down and quicken again. Sweat will call your grip into question. The technique will require you to slide your finger into the space between the garter and the itchy indent on his thigh from where the garter has been digging into. Gilbert will bury his face into your shoulder and make the most precious moaning sound you've ever heard. He'll bite your shoulder, and he might break skin. The odds were against you from the start.

STEP 9

Could it be? Have you arrived at his trousers?

Are you beside yourself with frustration from being unable to distinguish the shape of his bulge because the fabric is so dark as to be formless velvet? Does it annoy you that the only way you can confirm how hard Gilbert is for you is by touching him? Do you see why this might be by design?

It was stated earlier in this guide that Gilbert's pants are difficult to remove. Not for him, obviously, but for his partner. Luckily the pants are easier to handle than his shirt was. You're probably still reeling from that harrowing episode, so now is a great time for a tea break while shirtless!Gilbert massages your thigh under the table.

You can ask him for some advice on how to proceed with his pants. Where are the buttons? There are no buttons? Is there some kind of waistband? No waistband? Really? That's interesting. How do you remove it, Prince Gilbert? What? Tongs? Oh, you're joking. You're not joking? What in the actual fuck.

He was asking you to pass the tongs so he could serve you a scone, but you didn't know that at the time, and accidentally took a pair of tongs to his hips.

Now. Two things here. 1) Obviously if a pair of dessert tongs posed any threat to Gilbert he'd not have let it so close into his territory. 2) But you happened to accidentally time it just as he'd timed a sneeze to appear more affectionate in your eyes. Sometimes the planets align for all the wrong reasons.

Don't worry; Gilbert's okay! The tongs were wooden and heavily-sanded and they glided over Gilbert's hip-bones like lip balm. Now would also be a good time to glide your lips over his hip-bones. Really, really enjoy that god-given architecture.

Next, you can try to pull him on top of you as you lay on your back across the tea table (please hurl everything off the tabletop beforehand). Stick two fingers into his nonexistent(?) waistband and trace your hands backwards away from you, lowering your palms into his pants as you go, so by the time you reach his backside you should be cupping his shapely ass. Massage it, knead it. You'll find his slacks will naturally drop a little to accommodate your roving hands.

Now, whereas Gilbert was the one grinding up against you in the shirt section, you must offset your handiwork here in the exalted pants section by grinding up against him. Hook your legs around his if you have to. Be a couple of sexy grapevines.

It's best to tease his pants lower and lower. Take your time and time will take you.

STEP 10

Gilbert's undergarments are a classified state secret. Don't worry; he took care of them before you even started.

STEP 11

HAHAHA SOMEHOW. Somehow you've made it this far without removing his boots. Somehow you removed his pants without removing his boots.

How? How did you do this? WHY did you do this? Do you like seeing Gilbert wearing nothing but his boots and his gloves? Is that your aesthetic? Do you imagine him sitting on his dark, moonlit, cobwebby throne like that, with one boot-ed leg over the other, cane held across his belly between the armrests as he watches you watching him?

Do you fancy breaching his lap and plopping down on his cock while he cups your ass with one hand and scrapes his gloved-fingernails down your spine? Do you like feeling his shoelaces press into your skin underneath because it's such a bizarre counter-texture to the sensation of his tongue gliding up your sternum? Does it make you hot when he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back so he can nuzzle your jawline while chuckling at all the mewling sounds you make? Are you about that friction? Do you like the squeaky sound of his boots as he bounces you up and down?

Just me? :')

Also what even happened to the cane in this scenario? Is it on the floor now? Don't trip, friends.

CONCLUSION

It was a long battle. There were some close-calls. You may have experienced multiple orgasms on the way. Sustained a gallery of lovebites. But Gilbert is now stripped bare, save for his gloves and eyepatch.

Most importantly, you're not dead from all the poison. Gilbert was kind enough to treat all the poison on him with rainwater beforehand, and he'll have made this clear to you from the beginning. This guide was lacking suspense amidst all the crack, and so that information was intentionally withheld.

The author of the guide recognizes that gloves add an extra layer of allure to intimate activities with Gilbert, so it is up to the reader if they wish to proceed with removal or not. The process is simple. You just take 'em off.

FAQ

What if I'm capable of removing his cloak while he's laying on it? More power to you. Don't let my limitations as a mere human be the standard by which you judge yourself.

Help. I want to try bondage with Gilbert, but the mini-waistbelt is the only viable option. Please don't forget his endless-scarves-infinite-cravat. Snip off whatever length you need. It'll grow back the deficit. The fabric is BDSM-certified.

The coat fell from the window. Run.

I took his boots off too early and now I can't enjoy the feel of his shoelaces on my ass. Put them back on him. Lace them with care. Don't just half-ass a lacing pattern like you used to do in grade-school. Remember: the pleasure you derive from his shoelaces is directly proportional to the artistry with which they are tied. Please hone your skills on a practice-boot if you are not confident. We all have to start somewhere.

Gilbert's moans are too cute. I couldn't get past the garter section. Feel free to take your tea-break early if this is the case. Talk about your concerns and listen to Gilbert's. Communication is key, and that tea was prepared with love.

Thank you for reading! If you found this guide useful, please consider hitting the reblog button ^^ I hope your time with Gilbert is extraordinary, unforgettable and magic.

[bubblegumbi0tch]

The Workout

Trainer iwa x reader

Why do you continue to do this to yourself?" Your best friend asked from beside you.

"What do you mean? I'm going to the gym." You said, laughing as she pulled up to your gym.

"Yeah exactly, we could be getting ready to go out right now, you know?" She said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You mean we could be getting all dressed up to go out with your boyfriend while I'll awkwardly be the third wheel?" You corrected, opening the car door.

"You make a fair point." She laughed. "Besides, I think I know why you come here now." She said, looking out her windscreen.

"And why is that?" You said, hopping out of the car but bending down so you could still talk to her.

"Him." She stated, pointing at the man in the doorway of the gym.

"Oh yeah, that's my trainer, Iwaizumi." You winked at her before shutting the door and walking over to him.

You greeted  

 and went inside to put your stuff away before going into the weights room to see Iwaizumi.

"I thought you weren't going to show up; it's almost eight," Iwaizumi said as you walked over to him.

"I was debating whether or not to show up. My friend was tempting me with a night out of drinking instead of a night of aching muscles." You laughed while drinking some water. "And you chose me. I'm touched, Y/N." Iwaizumi said, smiling wide, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I'm just hoping you can go easy on me tonight." You replied. "Not exactly; we're going to do a more intense workout tonight." He said, moving closer to you.

"Yay." You sighed, pushing him back and heading towards the pull-up bars.

You and Iwaizumi worked out for about 80 minutes when you finally decided that you needed a break.

"Why are you stopping?" Iwaizumi said, catching his breath.

"You weren't joking when you said this was going to be more intense than our other sessions Iwaizumi." 

You said, collapsing onto the ground. Iwaizumi just stared and snickered at you. "You're mean Iwaizumi, I don't think I can move." You breathed, looking at the ceiling.

"Here." Iwaizumi said, sitting beside you to give you some water. "Tonight's workout wasn't even that intense. It's like a walk in the park." He said, suddenly making you choke on your water.

"Are you insane a walk in the park?" You asked, shocked. "Not even Satan wouldn't have made me do anything that you've made me do tonight." You said, grabbing onto Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"That's a tiny overreaction (y/n)." Iwaizumi laughed, following you out of the room.

"No, you're wrong. I'm one thousand percent certain that right now I'm a ghost, and my corpse is back in there." You said, pointing to the room, trying to conceal your smile.

"Oh really (y/n)?" He asked as you stood outside the women's changing rooms. You nodded, and he shook his head. "So I take it we're done for tonight." He said as he looked around the empty gym.

You two usually worked out late when the gym was basically empty, you didn't like to work out in front of many people, and he preferred to just focus on you.

"Don't expect to see me for a month; I need to relax." You laughed, opening the changing room door.

"Good. That means no more late nights." Iwaizumi laughed; you pushed him slightly, not finding his joke funny. "Are you going to belong? I have to lock up." Izumi smiled sweetly at you.

"I'm going to take my time ok. I need to wash all this sweat off me".You said, smiling sweetly back at him.

"I happen to think it looks great on you." Iwazumisaid winking. "You're the only one that gets to see me like this." You said, winking back before going into the changing room.

Once you grabbed your bag from your locker, you undressed and put a towel around your body. You headed to the shower, making sure it was warm enough for you.

All you wanted to do was have a bath when you get home, but you couldn't wait that long feeling as gross as you do.

While you were in the shower, Iwazumi went back into the room you two were working out in. He packed some things away and noticed your sports jacket that you took off because you were too hot.

He picked it up so he could give it to you when your phone fell out of the pocket, the screen lit up, and a message from your best friend appeared. Actually, a few did.

F/N: Hey, what time are you finishing? Do you want me to pick you up?

F/N: I'm assuming by your lack of response, you're still working out.

F/N: Or is handsome taking you home? God, he's gorgeous.

F/N: Your workout can't be keeping you this busy.

F/N: Or is he keeping you busy?

F/N: Are you two doing it? You can tell me. You know I won't judge; you know sex is classed as work out.

F/N: You're a terrible friend for not replying. I'm just going to have to assume you're banging him. Call me later. I want some details later.

Iwaizumi laughed to himself after briefly looking at the messages and decided to go and give it to you.

He knocked on the changing room door and didn't get a reply, so he just assumed you were either changing or in the shower; he quietly opened the door and walked into the room.

He saw your bag lying out with your workout clothes next to it and placed your phone on them. As he went to leave, he heard you singing softly in the shower.

"You know (y/n) I like the song when the actual artist sings it," Iwaizumi said, startling you. 

"Iwaizumi, what the hell are you doing?" You shouted, looking around.

"Don't worry, I'm not staring (y/n)." He said, calming you slightly, not that it helped in any way.

"I meant what the hell are you doing in here." You said sternly.

"I was giving you your phone." He stated. "Do you want a lift home?" He asked out of the blue.

"Yes, please, after I've gotten dressed." You said as you started to turn the shower off.

"Clothing isn't optional." He said, and you could practically see his smirk.

"I'll follow your lead." You said, smirking to yourself as you grabbed the towel. You didn't hear Iwaizumi's reply, but you did hear some shuffling.

A few moments later, you saw a silhouette come through the steamed room.

"Iwaizumi, what are you doing?" You asked, walking towards him. You both stopped a few centimeters from each other, and Iwaizumi lifted his hand, turning the shower on.

Having a shower." He stated obviously.

"But I-Iwaizumi, this is the women's locker room." You said, trying to keep your eyes on him and nowhere else.

"You're the only woman in here, and you don't seem to mind." He said, whispering. You stared at him, trying to decide what to do. "Your towel is wet. You should probably get a clean one." He said lowly. You nodded in agreement and went to walk around him. "Later, though." He said, pulling you towards him.

You’re lips crashed in an instant; you didn't know whether to kiss back or pull away. No warnings were going off in your head, so you kissed him back. Your hands went to his neck, one of his went to your back, the other your front when he untied the towel from your body, letting it fall to the floor.

You both pulled away, staring at each other with intensity. You moved forward, putting your hands back around his neck, pulling him to your level where you kissed him. One of his went to the back of your head, the other your ass as he squeezed roughly.

Iwaizumi smacked your ass, making you moan, giving his tongue a perfect chance to explore your mouth.

You stayed like this for a while, your wet naked bodies tangled up, hair sticking everywhere, tongues battling for dominance, hands now wondering every inch of each other. You loved every second, and so was he.

Both of Iwaizumi 's hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed tightly; you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, one hand in his hair, the other on his face as you pulled him close into the kiss.

He spun you around so your back was against the wall; his kisses moved to your jaw and neck as he made his way to your breast.

He pulled the nipple with his teeth before sucking on it. He removed his mouth and blew gently; the feeling of the cool air on your erect numb felt terrific against the steam-filled room. He did this to your other nipple, then all over your torso. Sucking on the skin then blowing.

His face was level with yours once again, and you continued to kiss some more.

Izumi's hands still rested on your plump ass; he moved one hand under you. So he could access where you needed him; he played with your clit first, rubbing it gently before taking two fingers and entering them inside you.

You moaned, pulling away from his lips and arching your back as he continued to move in and out of your core; your legs tightened around his waist, and he moved his other hand to the wall beside you while he continued with his other hand.

You were close, the warm feeling starting up in your stomach, but you knew you weren't there yet. Iwaizumi then added another finger, going even harder and deeper, showing no sign of slowing down.

His movements were destroying you, but he wasn't done as he started to rub his calloused thumb against your clit, determination, and lust in his eyes as he stared deeply into yours.

"Iwaizumi ." You moaned, getting closer. His moves were now quickening. "Iwaizumi !" You moaned even louder, his actions getting deeper. "Iwa-oh my god!" You screamed, shuddering beneath him.

He held you tight, still keeping his fingers within you as you rode out your high; your mouth was open as he started to pepper kisses all over your face.

"Woah." You said, catching your breath looking at him.

"We're not done yet (y/n); this is part of your workout." He said, taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth. He tasted you, his eyes still on you; he slowly took his fingers out of his mouth and pulled you into a deep kiss, it was gentler, but you could still feel the need in it.

He removed his hand from the back of your head and put it under you, this time grabbing his rigid member and rubbing the tip against you. He looked at you for reassurance as you nodded your head, and he slowly entered you; you started to sink down on him, so you were meeting him halfway.

Iwaizumi stilled, waiting for you to adjust; when you had, he placed one hand on your back, the other on the wall beside your head and pulled back, slowly moving around in.

He kept at this pace for a while until you started to moan; he then moved faster, moaning as well.

Your moans got louder as his hips snapped faster, going deeper.

Iwaizumi moved you from the wall, carefully placing you onto the floor as he filled you again;. However, the ground was slippery; it didn't seem to bother him as he began pounding into you again.

He found your g-spot and decided to not leave it as he continued at the same pace and depth, being sure to hit it every time.

As he continued this, your moans turned to screams that then became deep breaths as you could no longer make a noise.

Your back arched, and Iwaizumi moved down to put your nipple in his mouth once again. You pulled on his hair as one of his hands moved between you both so he could rub your clit.

He hit deeper and deeper, and you were starting to feel your second orgasm of the night.

With each hit came a new feeling of euphoria. You started to clench around him; your nails found his back making sure to mark it as he continued to pleasure you.

Iwaizumi lifted his head from your breast, and he captured your lips in his silencing you as you came; soon after you came, he came as well, slowing his movements but not completely stopping, not until your breathing was restored.

When you both could breathe adequately, Iwaizumi got up and helped you up too. You both stood under the shower and cleaned yourselves up. Iwaizumi turned to help you because you were sore, then he guided you over to your clothes.

You got changed into some clean joggers and a hoodie, and he changed into what he was wearing earlier.

"That was some workout." You said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah." Iwaizumi chuckled, staring at you. "We could do that instead if you want to." He suggested walking over to you so he could help tie your shoes.

"It's way better than what you had me doing earlier." You laughed as you filled your bag.

"Tell me about it." He said, getting up from tying your shoe. "Do you still need a lift home?" He asked.

"Yes, please." You smiled. He smiled back, placing an arm over your shoulder as you both walked out of the changing room.

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[thedeviljudges]

unfortunately i'll never have the skill level to write this the way it deserves, but the standout scenes i have in my head:

as with most cliche romances, that spark between gaon and yohan is initiated in their first meeting when yohan shoves gaon against the wall. he pins his neck with his forearm out of self-defense, but isn't impressed by gaon all that much by the end of the interaction, taking in all the little things, like quality of fabric he wears, that discerns him as the upper class.

gaon is a mother-like figure to the gladiators. he makes sure they're fed, healed and bathed as much as he can without drawing too much attention. there's only so much he can do and so much he can apologize for when some of the men are plucked from slumber to entertain senator's wives.

yohan learns that abuse is not saved just for them. it finds itself upon gaon for backtalking his older brother (the emperor, no, not isaac). this prompts yohan to tell gaon to remove his clothes to change, dragging him into the practice quarters.

gaon recites a poem one evening when they lose a fellow gladiator in an earlier tournament. it's here he learns most of them can't read or write and decides to introduce these concepts to them as much as he can give them. these leads to a very tender scene where gaon gives yohan a stick and guides his hand to spell out his name for the first time in his life.

gaon finds much comfort in the deep recesses of the palace, often sitting in silence with yohan. sometimes, he'll come and sit at yohan's feet while he's asleep if he himself cannot find it.

a few former gladiator's return, sold and resold like livestock. one night, yohan and gaon are having a conversation, gaon guiding yohan's stumbling as he tries to read. indecent moans escape the walls, and gaon blushes deep. yohan gently teases, but gaon admits he's avoided it all because sex in the senate isn't taboo but another game to be played. gaon kisses yohan, ends up in his lap where they both get off.

the night before yohan's tournament, gaon pleads with yohan to let him find another solution, but yohan won't hear any of it. he knows if he doesn't do it, he'll be killed, and gaon will blame himself. to which gaon says as if that's any worse than watching yohan fight to his death. this leads to an argument between them, yohan spitting nasty realities about gladiators, children turned slaves, paid pennies to keep their bellies full and the funds from each tournament sent back to any family, if any, they have left. gaon forces the guard to open the cell, yohan forbidding gaon from attending. gaon promises he's going to get him out.

cue the tournament where gaon does watch it, unable to stop it from happening but spending those final hours plotting and calling upon every favor he's owed. the fight is brutal - and i'd debate it's actually a fight against yohan and one of his brothers, pitted against one another knowing that one or both of them will not live. if that's the case, yohan doesn't plan on winning this fight until his brother tells him he has to make it. he's got gaon in his pocket, and that's the ticket to all of the gladiator's freedom. they put on a good fight in the last few minutes, blood and tears mix on yohan's face as he dislodges a shoulder, snaps a neck and kills one of his best friends.

gaon keeps his promise, and yohan keeps his. yohan is not a servant of the empire. he's free to go and come as he pleases, as is the rest of the gladiators. but he stays with gaon and helps him take out his enemies. because those who oppose gaon, oppose him, and yohan is not going back where he came from, and he knows gaon would drag the entire senate down with them if they ever tried.

prince gaon intrigued by the gladiator games, kept in the senate for the majority of his youth so as to understand the political mind games, discovers a new curiosity and fascination for the group of men kept below the palace. gaon explores those halls carefully with guards at his side. he can understand the disdain in these men’s eyes, but gaon is only just learning of their misfortune- he’s heard the stories but never permitted to join.

he stumbles across a sleeping man with burns on his back. gaon, never a fool in most regards, startles him by reaching out. in the blink of an eye, he’s pinned against the wall, guards yelling, worried for his safety. but gaon finds warm brown eyes filled with similar curiosity and for once, he lets his name slip through his lips.

this is how gaon and yohan meet, through the first forays of wariness. gaon comes down to the cellars to read to the men, especially after he discovers most of them cannot make sense of the markings on the pages. it’s where yohan hands him a spear and a set of armor, teaching him to fight, finding camaraderie amongst the men. they grieve when they lose one of their own, and gaon works silently in the senate to give them their freedom.

yohan, of course, is gaon’s favorite. he’s an ally when gaon is having trouble working through new legislation and when he can’t find the motive for a senator’s proposal. he’s also gaon’s first of many. gaon likes the way yohan’s fingers feel, scorching hot when they slip under his robes. and he likes when yohan pushes into him, hard and fast, like gaon will scatter in a million pieces if he doesn’t taste the whole of him.

but secrets never stay as such, and when yohan is called for the next game, gaon does everything he can to stop it from happening. it’s an unfair fight, and gaon notices the gleam in the emperor’s eye when it’s a close call, but yohan comes out as the victor, bloody, bruised and in such a state that gaon has to patch him back up.

gaon plans. and he does so when yohan isn’t lucid, fever high and on the edge of whether he’ll make it out alive. the senate doesn’t quite drop dead like flies, but the emperor does and gaon knows his alibi is foolproof.

gaon, crowned the emperor, enacts immediate change. simple things at first but ones better for his people. yohan is brought to his rooms, weak but healing. and gaon has never seen men weep at his feet like the gladiators he sets free.

beloved by most and unthreatened by others, it is said that the new emperor is never alone. a gladiator stands by his side - a friend, a confidant, a lover. gaon isn’t seen without yohan, and it’s always hard pressed to separate the two of them.

yohan is a reminder of people’s barbarity, and gaon is the senator who changed their world for love.

[love2lift]

BORROWING GUIDES: how to borrow from pacsun!

*DISCLAIMER* I am not responsible for anything done by anyone who reads this post, these tips are simply for roleplay purposes.

NOTE: if you plan to lift something bulkier (sweat pants, hoodies, jeans, ect) get a shopping bag from another store (preferably a more structured one, a paper one is my go to. if its clear or semi transparent make sure you keep a hoodie or something in it so you can hide what your borrowing in it). you can get this from either buying something or asking a store for a bag for your jacket/hoodie. you'll look suspicious if you do that though, so i'd recommend asking from a store you don't plan to lift from. good places to ask from are vs, pink, lush, bath and body works, aerie, ect. or bring one of your own, once again paper shopping bags are the best imo or a structured bag.

1) find something you like (tank top, t shirt, long sleeve, pants, leggings, sweatpants, hoodie, ect) and inspect for ink tags/non removable ones. if there aren't any, great! find a few items (the less the more believable the next steps will be and its best if they aren't bulky) and just hold them.

2) pretend to browse around and gather bigger bulkier objects (i recommend sweatpants, sweatshirts, jeans)that you don't plan to actually lift. pile them on top of the item(s) you actually want, make sure its layered so the item you're trying to lift is not visible. i'd also recommend picking items with pockets and ugly items as decoy items, this will make step 6 a lot easier for you.

3) head to the changing rooms. if ones already opened, go in there. if there isn't one don't be shy and go ask an employee to unlock one for you, just don't act suspicious. the employee will likely ask how many items you have, make sure not to say the actual number. i typically say the amount of fake items (the ones you're not actually lifting) so when i put them on the "no" racks it looks the most believable it can be.

4) when you get in the dressing room remove the paper tags. inspect and make sure there's no other tags. put the items you're lifting into your bag or if your taking something thin you can always put it on under a hoodie and wear it out of the store.

5) DO NOT leave tags in the dressing rooms. employees will suspect you. if there are already tags in there, clean up the other lifters messes. the employees won't know they aren't from you and will suspect you. however, pacsun employees typically dgaf about you so if you accidentally make a mistake it won't be too huge.

6) bring tags out of the dressing room with you. you can stuff them into jean pockets (or any pockets) of the decoy items you brought with you. if the decoy item is really f***ing ugly less people will try it on, and therefor the less likely the tags will be found. put them on the try on racks provided for clothes people don't end up liking or put them back where you found them.

7) leave! that is, unless you want to actually buy something. in that case i'd most recommend to use cash, its riskier to use a card at a store you lift from because then they have your name if any evidence of you lifting surfaces.

JEWELRY: most of their packaging is chipped, so unless you plan to un-package it in the dressing room (and hide the packaging) i wouldn't recommend taking any, you will get beeped.

EXTRA TIPS:

-pacsun has a "no chase" policy, so if somehow you do get beeped on, run. the employees can't follow you so just avoid that location for a while.

-be polite to employees! other than being a good person in general, being nice to them should also help keep them off your back, even though pacsun employees usually aren't very in your face.

-wear a mask!! not only does it help with the pandemic, it also is an excuse to hide 2/3 of your face. this way they wont even know what most of your face looks like, and most people look like 2 different people with and without their masks on.

[m00nchild-02]

Miss Mafia | jhs (m)

pairing: Hoseok x reader, Taehyung x reader (He's just a childhood friend, no love interest)

rating: 18+

word count: 15.5k sorry not sorry :)

genre: mafia au, strangers to lovers, secret agent, you are a mafia boss

summary: It's not easy to be the boss of one of the biggest mafias in South-Korea. And surely not as a woman. When a secret agent got discovered by one of your people and brought to you, you would've never dared to guess he would turn your world upside down in multiple ways.

warnings: praising, big d*ck Hoseok, oral (m receiving), hard sex, dom Hoseok, sub reader, v penetration, no protection (reader has an implant so she can't get pregnant. Make always sure you use protection guys!), also a bit of fluff at the end

music recommendations: - Lacrimosa - Mozart - Symphony no 9 - Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven - more songs on this playlist (youtube)

- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1yXNkU806Y7EZruvrbl4g9?si=76931ed2ebae4c2c (spotify)

a/n: Again back with a story! I'm sorry for any grammar errors. It is such a big one shot. I'll probably proof read it later so I'm again sorry for any grammar mistakes in this ff! Just ignore it please :')

I was originally thinking of making this a jungkook ff but I eventually ended up making it a J-Hope ff instead. I think he would do a great job as main character here ;) Give it a lot of support and

enjoy reading!

masterlist

Lacrimosa from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Such a pleasant song to listen to with a good glass of wine. You take a sip of the dark red liquid as you softly move your head to the music playing through your boxes. This is how you liked to spend your time alone. A good glass of wine in one hand and the remote of your boxes in your other hand putting on some of your favourite classical music. Like Lacrimosa from Mozart or Beethoven's 9th symphony. All great composers with excellent music. You smiled as you felt your body relax after the long stressful day you had today. Your placed your red tinted lips on the glass for another sip of your wine you would never get to taste.

"Miss!"

You let out a deep sigh as you turned around in your chair towards the front of your desk. One of the maids walked inside and bowing at you. You gave her an unpleasant look. "Didn't I told the staff clearly not to come into my study for the rest of the day?" You asked the woman in front of you who kept looking down, probably not daring to look you in the eyes right now. Everyone knew you could be a real furry when you got angry or irritated. You can ask the last butler you had, after dropping a glass of whine on you by accident. It costed him a finger because you accidentally dropped a knife on his hand.

You softened the volume of the music before speaking again. "Tell me what's going on. It better be good if you don't wanna lose your job." You said coldly, don't sparing her a glance as you emptied the bottle into your glass. "I-It's about the issue from last week mam." She said. A bit of fear could be heard in her voice.

"Go on" You said. "They caught him miss." She said. You looked at the girl in front of you and suddenly began to laugh. The girl looked up for the first time, confusion all written over her little face. You turned towards the painting of your father on the right wall of the study and smiled, raising your glass. "See dad? The company is in great hands. I told you I would get him." You turned back towards the girl, that smile/smirk still on your face.

"Tell them to bring him to la grande salle. I'll be there in a minute." You told her. The maid bowed and then left the room closing the door on her way out. " You chuckled as you licked your lips. "Turns out this day is gonna be better than I expected..." You said, turning up the volume of the boxes and taking another sip of your glass of wine.

A few minutes later and your men walked in dragging a guy with them. His hands and feet tied together, his clothes covered in bloodstains and his hair a complete mess. You leaned forward in you chair as they dropped the man right at your feed. You were currently in your grand salle, how you like to call it, where you handled business of all kinds. From having meetings, recruiting new members till having a talk with bastards like the guy in front of you right now.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here." You said, letting out a small laugh. "Jung Hoseok, isn't it? Secret agent at the National Intelligence Service. They say you're one of the best in your profession. Sad that reputation will end today." You said, leaning back in your chair, snapping your fingers as a sign for the maids to leave the room. Leaving only you, Hoseok and two of your bodyguards. You threw the papers that were in your hand onto the table next to you, the pages falling open on some pictures of Hoseok and his meetings with the NIS.

"I must admit Mister Jung, I'm quite impressed. You have been undercover in my companies for five years. My father always knew there was a spy between us but he never had the chance to catch you." You looked away, staring into the distance as you said your next sentence. "Caught a bullet right through the head. Very tragic." You looked back at the man in front of you. He was still looking down, not saying a word or sparing you a small glance. Was he even still alive? Anyways, you still went on with your little speech. "But times change. After my father's death I took over and look! It's been less than a year and I already caught you."

Suddenly Hoseok started to laugh. You looked at him confused as he slowly tilted his head so you could look at his face for the first time today. His cheeks and upper lip were bruised and a dried stream of blood could be seen under his nose. He looked you right in the eyes. "Took you long enough to figure out it was me." He said. "But congrats. I'm happy you can finally make daddy proud." He mocked, spitting some blood on the white marble floor. His words and actions made your head boil. How dare he speak so lowly about your father. The bodyguards stood read to walk over and beat the shit out of him but you raised your hand stopping them.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "Listen here," You said, getting off of your chair, slowly walking around the men on the ground before making a halt behind him and squatting down. You pulled out a blade out of your pocket and held it against his neck as you pulled his head backwards. He let out a painful groan making you smirk. You leaned in closer towards his ear before saying the following words, "You can say anything you want Mister Jung but know the more shit comes out of your mouth the less pleasant your stay at my villa will be before I release your soul from your body, understood?" You said, your mouth dangerously close to his ear.

The man didn't seemed intimidated as he scoffed. "Bring it on Missy. Good luck with keeping me locked here." He said.

You stood back up, a bit overwhelmed by his bold words. You walked towards his front, wanting to see his face. "You got a big mouth for a guy who just has been beaten the hell out of." You said. "Maybe I should just kill you here right now. Makes it a lot easier for the both of us." You said as one of the bodyguards handed you a gun. You loaded it and pointed it towards his head.

He looked you right in the eye as you held the trigger ready to shoot. What surprised you the most was that he was smiling. Why was he smiling? This guy made you so confused. "Not the brag princess but-"

"Don't call me that!" You yelled at him with gritted teeth.

"Ok my lady." He said teasingly. "What I wanted to say is you can't kill me." He looked quite relaxed when he said that.

You scoffed. "What are you talking about? I can kill you wherever I want, whenever I want! Just watch me."

He shook his head. "Sorry to burst that bubble of yours but you can't. You see... I've been undercover for 5 whole years. I know a lot about your company and you." He said, smirking, never looking away from your eyes. "I have been in every building, every city and every warehouse of yours."

"And what's your point?" You asked, getting annoyed of his talking. "To make it short, I have placed bombs and dynamite all over the place. If you kill me you'll never get to know the password and won't be able to deactivate them. So say good bye to your drugs, weapons and men... my lady. Bye, bye money." He said before laughing again.

"And why should I believe you?" You asked. "Busan, the warehouse at Ilgon street, number 45 (a/n: I made the street name up. For people who are wondering.). Look under the floor in the janitor's closet." He said.

You heart raised and your breathing became more rapid as you looked at one of the guards. "Go check if it's true what he's saying." You told him. This couldn't be true. If that bomb was really there then he probably said the truth and there would be more. That would also mean the end of your little mafia life and your source of income. That could never happen, not in a million years. Your family has worked so had for all this and now you're finally almost at the top, yes almost, he would barge in and ruin everything. You couldn't let that happen.

You looked at the guard as he finished the call. "They just found two boxes full of dynamite in the basement under the janitor's closet." The guard confirmed what Hoseok just said. "They say there are timers placed on them. They can only be removed by password, cutting a wire would mean the end." He said.

You brought your hand to your mouth and started to bite at your nails as you paced back and forth. "How much time do we have?" You asked. "7 days, mam." The guard answered.

7 days... You had 7 days to figure out that damn password and get rid of these bombs. But would you really be able to dismantle them on time? "Get Taehyung and put him to work." You told the guard before he disappeared to go get your hacker to fix the job. "You," You said, pointing towards the other guard. Lock Mister Jung up in the basement and make sure he doesn't escape." You said. "You can just call me Hoseok my lady. No need for the formalities." He said, giving you a wink. "Oh, shut up you. You're in no position to talk right now."

He laughed. "Right now I'm in a much better position than you would think love." The man came over to Hoseok and picked him up brutally from the ground. "Good luck with finding the password!" He said, before the doors closed, leaving you all alone in the room. You hoped Taehyung would be able to find it because you weren't in the mood of talking to that asshole again.

"Have you already found something?"

It had been 3 days since your encounter with Hoseok and him telling you about the bombs. 3 days of your hacker Taehyung trying to find a possible password to deactivate them. "I'm sorry y/n. Still nothing." Taehyung was one of the few people that could call you by your real name. You practically grew up with the boy so of course you got some kind of bound with each other.

Taehyung was typing all sorts of things on his computer while something was loading. "Whoever placed these bombs knows damn well how to use them. I can't crack into the system, nor can I track them or dismantle them without the password." He said. "Who did your father mess with?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the screen. "The secret agents agency of South-Korea." You said softly while biting on your nails again. It was a bad habit you did whenever you got stress.

Taehyung pulled at your hand so you couldn't bite on them anymore. "You should really learn how to stop doing that." He told you, looking at you for the first time after you entered the room.

You sighed. Taehyung was not successful in finding the password, the troops you sent hadn't found a single bomb yet except for the one Hoseok told you about and tracing was also out of the question. You were really losing hope. "Just keep looking." You told Taehyung before leaving him behind in his little room.

You were getting tired of all of this and decided to distract your mind a bit. And what is better then visiting your favourite casino when you are bored and stressed? So you went to your room and dressed up for a night out.

Little did you knew a surprise was waiting for you the other day...

"Mam! Mam!"

The door of your bedroom opened, a maid running inside out of breath as she stood at your bed, bowing first before waiting for your permission for her to speak again.

You groaned as you heard the woman storming in your room. Your head pounding because of the amount you drank the evening before at the casino. You slowly opened your eyes, hand on your head, holding it because of the pain. You gave the woman an angry look. "Speak" You snapped at her.

"M-Mam, T-The prisoner! He- He-"

"He what?!" You yelled, tired of the stuttering and hesitation in her speech.

She swallowed before talking again. "He escaped..." She said softly but clear enough for you to hear.

"WHAT??!!"

You made your way down the halls of your mansion while you wrapped your bathrobe around your body. While you made your way downstairs a few of your men were running upstairs but halted once they saw you. They stared at you with wide eyes while you stood there furious looking down on them. "I'll ask you once..." You said as you slowly walked down until you were face to face with the head of the guards. "What happened?"

"We were guarding him like you asked and suddenly someone of the kitchen came to bring us food. They said it was a treat for our hard work. After we ate it... We blacked out. When we woke up again the door was open and he was gone." The man said, looking down.

You clenched your teeth and slapped him right in the face. "YOU IDIOTS! How could you let him escape! I asked one thing of you and you couldn't even do that!!" You yelled at all of them. They all looked down like puppies that were being scolded at. "You're all useless!" You said as you made your way further down the stairs. They all bowed at you one by one as you made your way down.

You took a few corners before ending up in front of Taehyung's bedroom. You knocked, not waiting for an answer, and walked in. "Taehyung I need you to check the CCTV footage of last night. That fucking agent escaped." You said pacing around in Taehyung's room while the boy sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "How late is it?" He asked groggily as he looked at you with puffed cheeks, bad hair and small eyes. "It's 8 am." You told him.

He sighed. "Give me a few minutes to wake up and then I'll go check ok?" You nodded. "Ok, I'll give you 15 min. Not more." You said and you walked out.

Like promised, in 15 minutes Taehyung was already sitting behind his desk returning back to the footage of yesterday evening. You saw the images of you walking out of the house, ready to go to the casino. "You can skip past that." You told him. He skipped a bit forward until you told him to stop. "Stop! right there." You said pointing at the screen. A man with a hood and a mask on walked in the shadows towards the back of the house. Taehyung checked one of the camera's at the back and you saw the men slipping in through the back door where the kitchen is. "He must be the one who drugged the food of the guards."

"They were drugged?" He asked and you nodded. "These morons thought they got food because of their hard work." You answered him. "Now go to the footage of the basement." Taehyung did as you said and showed the images of the sleeping men and the hooded man breaking the chain, letting Hoseok out. "He must have informed someone somehow where he was." Taehyung said.

You sighed. "I need that password. I can't dismantle these bombs without him. I don't like to admit it but... I need him. I need Hoseok." Taehyung turned towards you in his seat. So what are you going to do now?

You thought for a second. Indeed, what were you going to do? You knew everyone would fall for Hoseok's tricks all over again. Except for you. You would never fall for his charms, right? "I'll go after him." You then suddenly decided. Taehyung looked at you in shock. "Are you sure?" He asked. "You got men to do the dirty work for you." He stated.

You nodded. "I know but I can't trust them anymore. Those idiots already let him escape once, I can't let them do it a second time." You told him. "Check the CCTV's of the streets and every nearby city. I need to know where he is."

"Sure will." Taehyung said before going to work again.

While Taehyung worked on tracing Hoseok's location you went towards the dining room to grab some breakfast. Because of all this drama this morning you haven't even had the time to get some food into your system. Your stomach was already growling as you sat down at the filled table, set for two. Two? You may ask. Yes two. Today was the day your second hand would come back from his yearly vacation. He was one of the most trusted men into your house.

His name was Marcus and besides being your second hand he was also your dad's best friend. He has always been by his side and helped him in any way possible. After he died Marcus swore loyal to you and said he would do anything in his might to protect you. So the least you could do for him was to treat him as one of your own show him your gratitude.

While you were peacefully enjoying your meal the doors suddenly opened, revealing a man in suit. You smiled at the man immediately recognising him. "Marcus! Welcome back." You welcomed the man as he walked over towards you. He bowed at you before sitting down at the table where you were already seated. "It feels good to be back mam." He said, smiling before taking a look at the breakfast in front of him. "Well this is sure a great come back." He told you Smith amused eyes. "Please, enjoy yourself." You said. "Take whatever you want." You told him. "I'll sure will." He answered before digging in.

"So how was your trip?" You asked him. "Pretty good. Got some time to relax." He said. "How were things going here while I was gone?" He asked you.

You sighed. "It has been an entire rollercoaster. Oh Marcus," You said dramatically. "How happy I am you're back. I have so much to tell you." After you told him everything Marcus looked at you in shock. "You finally caught him?!" He asked surprised and you nodded. "Kind of, but he escaped yesterday evening while I was gone. These idiots can't do anything right around here anymore..."

"Only if I had been here to stop all this, huh?" He said teasingly and you nodded. "You know you're the best." You told him.

You ate and talked for a good hour before Marcus decided to go see his colleges and try to lessen the damage that had already been caused by Hoseok's escape. You really hoped he could do something about all this.

That evening you also went to go see Taehyung again to check on the situation. "You already found his whereabouts?" You asked the man in front of you. He turned his chair around and smiled at you. "Even better." He said licking his lips and clicking on one single button on his keyboard a whole screen popping up full of information. "I know which city he is in, which district and even in which building!" He told you, all proud of himself.

You walked over and stared at the screen with big eyes. "Really?! You are the best Tae!" You said, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug. The man laughed. "Alright, alright! You're welcome Y/n-ie" He said as you let go again.

"God, I could kiss you right now! You bring me so good news right now!" You yelled at him and he laughed. "You're welcome and about the kiss... no thanks." He said, showing off his boxy smile afterwards. "Go find me a plain ticket for the first flight tomorrow and tell Marcus he has the leadership until I'm back. This girl is going to Busan for some business..."

"Yes mam!"

And so the next day you flew all from Seoul to Busan. You took a taxi from the airport to your hotel while checking the info about Hoseok's whereabouts on your tablet. You mailed Taehyung, telling him you had a safe flight and to thank him again for his good work. He would definitely get a raise once you got back. You smiled as you closed your tablet and looked outside as you drove past the chore. "How long until we reach the hotel sir?" You asked the driver. "We're almost there miss! Just a few more minutes." He said. "Good" You answered, opening your window a bit and closing your eyes, enjoying the fresh sea air filling the car.

After a few more minutes you finally arrived at your destination. A five star hotel Taehyung booked for you. You got out of the taxi, payed the driver and walked inside the building as some staff took your bags out of the cab. You walked towards the counter and asked for your room. Of course it was the penthouse. You knew you could trust Taehyung. He always knew what you wanted. Once you got the key you went towards the elevator and went upstairs. You already felt completely drained from the trip towards where you were now.

As you arrived you walked towards the end off the hall and opened the door with your key card. A big smile as you entered the room. "Finally some rest." You said as you stretched your neck and walked towards the bed. But as soon as you walked through the door two men grabbed you by the arms. You tried to scream and break free from their grasp but it was no use. One of them held a cloth against your mouth and nose with some chloroform on it making you stop struggling after a while and falling into a deep slumber.

While you were unconscious the men dragged you outside the room, making sure no one saw you. They took you inside the elevator where someone was already waiting for your arrival. It was the lady from the counter that gave you your room earlier. "Let's move fast. Once you get out of the elevator go immediately towards the right. Go through the last door and that should lead you towards the back of the hotel. The van is waiting there." She said. Once they got you in the van they drove off to who knows where.

A few hours later you woke up with an incredible headache, as a side effect of the chloroform. You groaned as you opened your eyes, white light shining all around you. Once your eyes got adjusted to the light that came from big windows all around you you could also make out some silhouettes. "Our little princess is finally awake." You heard a voice. The voice sounded awfully familiar. But you couldn't put a name on it just yet.

You tried to move your hands but quickly figured out they were bounded behind your back. Same went for your legs. Tied against the legs of a chair. You looked back in front of you and the silhouette stood up from his place and walked closer until it was close enough. It squatted down in front of you and now you were able to identify the person clearly. "Hoseok..?" You said with unbelief.

He smirked at you. "Good morning princess." He said smiling. "Hope you slept well." Then you noticed the pain in your neck, shoulders and lower back. How long had you been tied to this chair for? You asked yourself. "You've been out for a pretty long time." Hoseok answered before you could even ask. "I hope my men weren't too rough on you." He said letting out a chuckle and standing back up to walk back towards his chair. He picked up an envelope from next to him and gave it to the man on his left. "Here, split it between you and the other guy. You did a great job." He told the man before he left the room, leaving only you and Hoseok.

"W-Where am I?" You asked. Your voice still a bit husk. "Is this xxx street? Your hide out here in Busan after you escaped?" You asked making Hoseok only laugh.

"Oh you wish sweetheart. Busan was just a distraction to get that tech guy of yours and your men off of my tail. We're in Ulsan right now." He told you. "I must admit... Your men are good at finding me but remember, I'm always a step ahead." He said. You looked at him and scoffed. "Asshole..." You muttered under your breath. "I heard that." Hoseok answered.

"Good, glad you know." You told him. He sighed and shoved his chair a bit closer before leaning forward, his arms resting on his thighs. "Tss, even bounded to a chair you still are a furry." He said. "Do you know why I brought you here Miss y/n?" You stayed quiet, clenching your teeth. "I brought you here because I got a proposition for you."

You scoffed. "And what may that be? You're gonna turn yourself in to me and let me torture you?" You asked nonchalantly.

He shook his head and hissed. "Aish, such a beautiful face but such a dirty mouth." He said, leaning back again. "You know the Choi clan right?" He asked. You scoffed. "Of course I know the Choi clan. Who doesn't? They're the biggest mafia out here in South-Korea. My father's mafia's greatest enemy."

Hoseok nodded. "Indeed. We've been already trying for years to stop them but without success."

"And what does all this got to do with me?" You asked him, not impressed by his little talk about the Choi's.

"I need your help." He said, a serious gaze on his face. "I need you to tell us everything you know about the Choi clan and help us arrest them. There is no better view over a mafia as the view of a mafia boss itself." You looked aside, out of the window. Now only noticing you were at a house right next to some low cliffs ending at the sea. You laughed. "And what's in that for me? I can help you but you're probably gonna arrest me afterwards anyways. So why should I bother?" You looked back at him.

He nodded, following your path of thinking. "I knew you would say that. Here's the deal. You help us destroy the Choi clan and I guarantee you won't go to prison. It's that simple." He said, standing up and walking around your chair. You wanted to say something but Hoseok was first. "And I know you're gonna refuse but think for a second... You have no where to run y/n." He stood now right behind you. He leaned in closer towards your right ear. "I got bombs all over your places." Then he switched to your left ear. "And I got you, tied to chair here right now. So either you're going to help or I turn you in right now and then you can say bye bye to your little mafia life." He said.

You scoffed. You wanted to protest but you knew he was right. He had you completely in the palm of his hand. There was no escape from him. "I give you three days starting today to decide whether you're in our out. In that time," He said, cutting the rope that was holding your hands together. "You are free to stand and walk wherever you want but," He said, turing towards your front and also cutting through the ropes at your feet. "You don't go off this domain. You'll stay at the house or at least in its presence. I have guards all over this place so don't you dare escape. Cuz things won't end well if you do" He spoke lowly, standing up while you pulled your hands to your chest, rubbing your sour wrists. The skin a deep red colour from where the rope had been a while ago.

You watched as he walked towards the door at the back of the room. "I'll stay here too. Come see me whenever you made your decision. I hope you enjoy your stay here." He turned his head towards you one last time, giving you a big grin before turning back around and walking out of the room leaving you all alone.

Already one day and one night had past and you still hadn't made your decision. You know going in on Hoseok's decision was your only option so far but you couldn't stop thinking if there maybe was another way. If your men maybe could get you out of here without Hoseok's deal involving. Should you go accept Hoseok's deal? Maybe. Where you stubborn? ... Hell yes. You don't like to lose and give in to others. So this time you also didn't want to just give into him. You couldn't. You were the boss of a big mafia! You shouldn't bow for just anyone.

That day you didn't talk to Hoseok at all. You did see each other sometimes and ate meals together but that would always be in complete silence. You expected Hoseok to annoy you but surprisingly he didn't. After lunch Hoseok left the house for the first time since you were here leaving you all alone. (The bodyguards are still there so dw, you can't escape that easy ;)).

That night when Hoseok came back he was so frustrated. You could see it at his behaviour as you were both eating dinner together at a rather late hour, you must admit. "What's wrong?" You asked. If you had to stay here for a few days you could at least make it a bit less awkward between the two of you.

Hoseok looked up at you. Surprised that you actually started a conversation with him after ignoring his existence in this house for at least 24 hours. "So you haven't lost your voice yet? That's a relief." He joked.

You sighed. "I'm serious Hoseok. What's wrong?" You tried again, trying to be as friendly as possible es hard as it was. He looked at you confused as for why you would care for him. "It's nothing you should concern about." He stated before starting to eat again.

You sighed. "Look, I know we're enemies and We both know we can't stand each other for one bit but... If I need to stay here for the few days ahead I want to make it at least a bit more comfortable for both of us. So..." You swallowed your proud and stubbornness as you said the following lines. "So, if something is wrong then please don't hesitate to come talk to me. I'm here for you ok?" You cringed at stating your own words but this was something you needed to do. Not only to make it more comfortable but also to earn Hoseok's trust. Maybe it could come in handy later on. You never know.

Hoseok nodded at your request. "I will princess." You wanted to snap at him giving you that nickname again but you quickly figured out you better shouldn't. Hoseok knew you were holding yourself in for not going all furry on him and he loved it. He loved making you all worked up and angry. Besides that fact that you were a dangerous mafia boss you were also a very pretty woman. No denying that. And seeing you all worked up and going all furry on him made him feel some kind of things.

"I'm a bit tired." Hoseok stated after a while. "I'll go get some sleep. You should do the same." He said, shoving his chair backwards and getting up from his seat. "And don't forget to think about my proposition Y/n. It's a very good and reasonable deal if you think about it throughly. I hope you can state me your decision tomorrow. But for now, goodnight." He said and then left towards his room.

After you were done eating you also left towards your room to get some good night rest. You sat onto your bed after putting on some sleep wear. You sighed as you thought about your situation. You really felt stuck. You couldn't contact anyone since you didn't have your phone. Hoseok must have hidden it when you were unconscious. your men also haven't been looking for you yet either... Did they even knew in what kind of situation you were right now? Did Tae knew? Would he be worried right now since you haven't texted him yet in these 2 days you've already gone missing?

You let out a deep sigh as questions kept filling your mind. It made you crazy! But suddenly all worries were blown away, out of your mind, as you felt two arms wrap around your frame from behind and two lips placing a delicate kiss onto your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. You quickly looked at your side only to lock eyes with someone you didn't expect.

Hoseok.

He softly smiled at you. "Hey princess." He said, smiling softly. "W-What are you doing here?!" You asked while getting out of the man's grip and standing up from the bed. Why was he here? Why did he touched you like that? Why did he acted so... sweet?

Hoseok tilted his head to the side and looked you up and down, smirking and biting his lip. "Couldn't sleep." He said.

You looked confused at him. He couldn't sleep? So why did he came here then? Out of all places why here? In your room? "So?" You said.

He let out a small chuckle and stood up from the bed, making slow steps forwards, closer to you, making you taking steps backwards until your body hit the wall. No where to run now.

Hoseok placed his hands at both sides of your head, against the wall. "Listen up my lady, I can't sleep and it seems like you can't sleep either, so what do you say about having some fun together hm?" He asked, his eyes scanning your face for some kind of reaction before resting on your perfect shaped lips. God, it drove him wild. Those delicious luscious lips...

You looked at him in shock. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking?! Was he referring to sex? "You tried to slap him in the face but he caught your hand on time and pinned it against the wall making you gasp. You must admit it was kinda hot, seeing his fast reflexes.

He pushed closer against you, one of his legs pushed between yours, his knee against your princess parts, his chest pressed against yours. You swallowed as you looked into his deep brown eyes. You could see they were filled with lust. Completely the opposite of how you both would look at each other a day ago.

God, it made you feel things... That lust filled gaze of him. And his knee, pressed against your core didn't made it any easier. "What will it be love? I don't have all night. I know we're supposed to be enemies but I remember a certain person saying we should get more comfortable around each other and that I was always welcome. Do you still remember that princess?" He asked you and you nodded. You didn't knew what was wrong with you but Hoseok's sudden dominant behaviour got the best of you.

He leaned even more closer towards you, your noses brushing against each other, his lips so close to yours and yet they didn't touch. "What do you want princess? Tell me..." He said, and with those final last words you lost it.

"You" You answered him almost immediately. Without hesitation Hoseok started to kiss you and you surrendered completely to him. You kissed him back and Hoseok let go of your hand that was still pinned against the wall. Your arms fell onto his shoulders. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss some more, your fingers playing with the locks at the back of his hair. Hoseok bite and sucked at your bottom lip until you finally opened your mouth allowing him inside. Hoseok slipped his tongue inside and started to play with yours. You both moaned into the kiss as it got really steamy and messy. "Fuck Y/n- I didn't knew you could kiss that well." Hoseok stated, breathing heavily between kisses. You smirked. "Had lots of practise in the past i guess." You answered before he guided your leg around his hips, his mouth smashing against yours again in a hot kiss. He slapped your thigh two times, asking you to jump which you gladly did. You wrapped both of your legs around Hoseok's waist, not breaking the kiss as he takes you with him towards the bed.

When he hit the bed frame with his feet he slowly sat down, making you sit on top of his lap. You grinned against him, never breaking the kiss. Soft moans and groans coming out of both of your mouths. Hoseok let go of your lips only to wrap them around your jaw and throat. You moaned, grinding harder against him as he found your sweet spot. "Fuck Hobi-" Without you realising a cute nickname slipped out for the man under you. Hoseok stopped kissing for a while looking up at you. "What- What did you just say?" He asked, already half out of breath from your make-out session.

You blushed as you bite your lip, looking away in embarrassment. Hoseok took a hold of your chin and made you look at him again. "Hey, Look at me while I'm talking. Now answer me princess." He said. "What did you just call me." It sounded more like an order now then a question.

"H-Hobi..." You said quietly. It was quiet for a second. Hoseok just stared at you as he took in your words. Then he suddenly grinned, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Cute..." You could hear him whisper under his breath before he pecked your lips. Then he went down again, kissing and napping at your sweet spot. You were sure it was going to leave a bruise later on but right now you didn't mind. Your brain was a haze, your body felt hot and you were so wet down there.

His hands kept roaming your body. From caressing your back to gripping your hips, to grind you more and harder against him, grouping your ass and so on. His hands found their way under you shirt and he pushed it up to get it off of you. You helped him getting it off making him stare at your red laced bra afterwards holding onto your breasts.

He grouped them into his hands, squeezing them softly while you just watched. You knew you shouldn't love all this right now and you knew you surely shouldn't do it with him but you couldn't resist it. And besides, it had been so long since you've had dick. And from what you could feel in his pants right now he got one on the larger size.

You bite your lip as you looked at him getting one breast out of your bra, his thumb caressing over the little but making you whimper. He looked at you, giving you a lazy smirk before he attached his mouth to your breast. He let his tongue roll over your nipple, now and then sucking on it, making them go even harder. His other hand still working on your other breast before he switched sides. Now your left nipple in his mouth and his fingers playing and pinching the other one. While he was busy sucking your tits he unbuckled your bra, making it fall onto your lap. You slept your arms out of the straps and threw it aside.

When you turned your head back towards him his lips met yours again in a quick but deep kiss. "Now love... It has been so long since I've had a woman so close to me. So what would you say of making me feel your mouth, huh? Would you do that for me princess?" He said, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip before slipping onto your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and started to suck on his finger. It may look strange but it kinda comforted you, making you feel smaller and wanting to submit more to him. Letting him take full control.

You nodded as an answer and smiled, getting his thumb out of your mouth. "Now," he said. "Get on your knees love."

He pulled down his pants and boxers as you sat down on the floor, his dick springing free standing tall and red. He was so ready for you. You licked your lips before kissing his length. Starting at the bottom and making your way towards his already leaking top. When you got at the top you started to take him inside of you, making him groan as you suck on his tip, your tongue rolling over the little slit. "Fuck-, that feels so good princess. Keep going." He said, closing his eyes and putting his hand behind him leaning on his strong arms as he felt his body melt under your touch. After teasing the tip for a while you tried to slowly bob your head up and down, every time when you're going down taking an inch more into your mouth until you couldn't anymore. The part that didn't fit into your mouth you stimulated with your hand, moving it up and down in a steady motion with your head.

Hoseok grasped onto your hair out of pleasure, pulling it softly and getting it out of your face. He wanted to see your face while you pleasured him so well. You were such a good girl for him. So good... He never expected for you to go in on his proposal of having a one night stand for tonight but he loved how turned on you got from him and how submissive you got after you acted like such a brat earlier. He liked to get you worked up and make you go all furry to him but having you now submit to him did something to him. He had been watching you for already so long and now he had you for him alone he couldn't drop the chance and just rushed to your room.

Hoseok felt himself getting close as you went bit faster, your droll already rolling over his dick and towards his balls, your eyes getting teary but you didn't cry. "I'm close baby." He told you. "I'ma cum in your warm little mouth and you're gonna swallow it all. You're my good girl after all, isn't it?" He asked and you nodded.

You loved to be a brat but for some reason hearing Hoseok call you a good girl made you want to please him in all kind of ways. You wanted to be his good girl and his only. You loved his small praises, the cute nicknames he gave you and that irresistible smirk of him whenever you did something he loved or when he had a little plan up in that head of his. In other words he made you go crazy for him.

A few more thrusts and he finally came, tinting the walls of your mouth white. And just like he asked you, you swallowed it all, showing him afterwards. "Good girl. Did so well princess." He praised you again and you smiled up at him as he held your chin, pulling you back up.

He sat you back on his lap and kissed your lips, tasting himself before flipping you over onto your back, on top of the soft mattress. You gasp as he does so.

He grins and hovers over you, ghosting his lips over yours for a while making you hungry for more until he finally kissed you again. He kissed over your jaw and behind your ear. "Princess, I want you to turn around for me." He whispered before biting your ear playfully and getting up so you could turn around for him. You did as he said and turned around now laying on your stomach. He slowly looked you up and down, his hand gliding over your half naked body until he stops at your ass. He helps you out of your pants and panties, throwing them aside. After that he also gets off his remaining clothes before hovering over you again, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. You whimpered as you felt his hard dick poking your asscheeks. You had been so wet this whole time. Your pussy was craving for some attention.

Hoseok chuckled deeply as he felt you grind against him. "Such a slut for me princess. Your body is just begging me to get touched." He said making you whimper a second time.

But luckily you didn't have to wait long or his full length was already inside you. You moaned as he filled you up so well. "Fuck-" Hoseok breathed out. Because you were already so wet for him he slipped right in and he didn't expected that. But it wasn't like you were to loose. You still felt so tight. It was like your little cunt was just made for him.

He pulled it out before pushing it back in, making you both moan simultaneously this time. You both felt so good. No words to describe it.

When Hoseok started to move for real this time he didn't hold back. He didn't really wait for you to adjust to him (not that you needed to) and started to thrust at an already rapid pace. Moans and groans filled the room as Hoseok was ramming into your pussy like crazy. Right now you felt like you were on cloud nine and on Hoseok's side it was just the same. You both had no thoughts at that moment, the only thing on your minds is how good the other's body felt against your own.

After a short while you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. Meaning you were close. Hoseok could feel it at how tight your pussy became. Sometimes pulsating, driving him crazy. "I-I'm c-close-" You said to him between moans and heavy breaths.

As you told him that he suddenly seemed to stop making your groan and whimper. "Hoseooookkkk-" You were whining, not liking his warm flesh leaving you wet and aching hole. But before anything else he flipped you around and pushed back in. You moaned.

"Want to see your face." He said. "Wanna see how good I make you feel." He stated before slowly starting to trust again, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in every detail, every new expression that took place on that oh so beautiful face. He speed up a bit, seeing your expression change again and hearing your moans getting louder. Like before you ached around him, getting tighter and tighter as that wave of pleasure came back, bringing you close to pure ecstasy. "Cum for me sweetheart." Hoseok said as he felt himself getting close as well.

As like his words were the magic spell your body was waiting to hear you both came undone, Hoseok's mouth devouring yours again, muffling your moans as you came. You both stayed in that position for a while, your lips still attached against each other as Hoseok spilled his load inside of you until his dick softened down again and slipped out. You whimpered at the loss.

Hoseok gave you a last peck on the lips before getting off of you and laying on his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling. "That... Was amazing." He said out of breath. You laughed and nodded. "That was indeed." You answered him. "It has been so long since I had such good sex." You admitted. "Me too, princess. Me too..."

"You're on the pill, right?" Hoseok suddenly asked, turning his head towards you. "Why you asking?" "Well, we didn't use a condom. I hope you don't mind." Hoseok said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. How was this the man the one that ever took control over you a while ago?

"I don't take the pill but I got a spiral implanted. So no need to worry about getting me pregnant." You told him. He nodded and then stared back at the ceiling. He suddenly laughed. "What?" You asked turning towards him. He shook his head. "Was just thinking of something.." "Tell me." He played on his side and looked at you. "You know what they say about keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked, a playful smile on his face. "Well I think this way we're definitely keeping our enemies closer." He winked at you and you scoffed, a little smile creeping through.

And that's how you both ended up talked a bit that night until you felt your body getting tired and just fell asleep.

Opening your eyes the next morning it seems you were the first one awake. You tossed around and laid on your other side facing the still fast asleep man next to you. You smiled as he looked so soft while sleeping. So... harmless. You smiled as you looked at him, admiring his cute, puffy face he made while sleeping. How could anyone want to hurt this man?

You shook your head. Did- Did I just think that?! You asked yourself. Get him out of your head Y/n! He's supposed to be your enemy! You told yourself. But yesterday night was just so... You bite your lip as you thought back about yesterday night. Maybe... Just maybe you could trust this man for once. Maybe it was ok to let go for just a little while.

You thought back about his proposition. You didn't knew if yesterday night was one of his plans to get you to follow him into his idea or not but this morning you finally made your decision. You were gonna take Hoseok's offer. It's not like you had any other plans, right?

Before you knew it the men next to you woke up and when he saw you were awake he smiled, closing his eyes and yawning, stretching his muscular arms. "Morning.." He said softly in his deep morning voice. God, you were such a simp for that voice from now on. "Morning." You answered him. You got a bit shocked as the boy leaned in and softly pecked your lips.

Hoseok looked at your shocked face and let out a small giggle before turning onto his back and looking up at the ceiling taking a deep breath. "Last night was... amazing." He said. You nodded but of course he couldn't see it so you answered him afterwards. "Yeah.." You said softly. "Hoseok?" You asked and he turned his face sideways so he could see you, a soft smile plastered onto his face. "Please call me Hobi." He said. You blushed as you remembered you accidentally calling him that last night.

You gave him a small awkward smile and a soft nod. "H-Hobi?" You tried again. "What is it angel?" He asked. Angel... Well that was a new nickname to add to the list. He hadn't called you angel before. You kinda liked it... Stop it! Stop thinking about it Y/n! You internally sighed. Why did he made you feel like this??

"Y/n?" Hoseok called out your name as he saw you were caught in thoughts all of a sudden. "Huh?" You said as you heard his voice. "Oh.." You looked at him and bite your lip before deciding to be bold and sit a bit up. One hand holding you up and one softly wrapped around Hoseok's naked chest under the blanket. You softly let your fingers glide over the warm skin. "I just wanna say... I'm in." You told him, not really wanna admit it but your heart said it was the only right thing to do and your brain said it was the only option to do.

Hoseok looked at you a bit confused before understanding it. "You're for real?" He asked shocked and you nodded. "I will help you catch the Choi's. I already kinda know how too I think..." You said. You looked up at him and Hoseok was smiling at you. He softly started to pet your head. "You made the right decision. I'm glad you decided to cooperate." You don't know why but hearing Hoseok saying you did well made you feel all giddily and good around him. And on top of that the pats he was giving you... You felt like you were in heaven. You may look and sometimes act like a real bitch, well- actually most of the time-, but somewhere inside there you were just a soft girl.

Hoseok let out a deep breath getting you both out of your silent trance you both seemed to be in. "We should go get some clothes on and then we can discuss further details." He said and you nodded, unwrapping your arm from around him and laying back down so he could get up.

Once you both showered and were fully dressed again you sat together at the table to discuss your plan. "So, you said you had something in mind right?" Hoseok asked and you nodded. "Tell me."

"Well," You started off. "You probably already know Mr Choi has two daughters" Hoseok nodded. "but did you knew he also had a son?" You asked and Hoseok looked at you confused. "We've been through those files multiple times. He had a son. He died 10 years ago." Hoseok said, grabbing the file and showing you.

You smirked and shook your head. "That's the part he made you guys see. The rumour goes that he's still alive." You said and Hoseok looked at you in shock. "How is that possible?"

You grinned. "I don't know either but apparently he is. About this... there is good and bad news. What you wanna hear first?" You asked Hoseok. "Good first." He answered.

"Very well then. The good news is, they guy should be in Korea. Multiple people keep saying he's still here and have seen him. It has also been confirmed with pictures. Now the bad news... We have no idea how he looks like. We have witnesses but no descriptions or clear pics of his face."

"So he could be anyone..." Hoseok said and you nodded. "Exactly." "And what has this son to do with getting the Choi's?" Hoseok suddenly asked.

"Well, get the son and you get to the father! People say they still see each other once a year. You said you couldn't get your hands onto Mr Choi? Well he's your chance." You said.

Hoseok seemed lost in thoughts as he looked at the documents in front of him. "But how are we going to find him?" He asked. "There live thousands of people here in Korea." He stated.

You smirked. "I got the perfect solution for that."

A few hours of convincing Hoseok and taking a plain back to Seoul and you were standing again at your own house. More specifically, Taehyung's workspace. "So you are sure this guy can find Choi's son?" Hoseok asked you for the already umpteenth time. You sighed. "For the last time Hope, Taehyung is the best. This guy here gets everything done." You said earning a grin from Taehyung himself who was seated at his usual place, behind his computers. "Well, thanks for the compliment Y/n." He said. "And Hoseok, don't worry. I'll find this guy. It's not because you failed that I will." He gave Hoseok a quick wink making him scoff.

How does he even has the audacity. Hoseok thought. "Good luck man." Hoseok said before walking out of the room with you, leaving Taehyung alone to do his job.

"So what do we do in the meanwhile?" Hoseok asked you. "We just relax a bit. There's not much we can do anyways." You told him. And before you knew it you had let him to your bedroom. (Not for what you think you pervs out there.😏 It's not always about sex.)

You sat down on your bed as Hoseok admired your room, standing still at some pictures. "Is that you?" He asked, holding up one in particular. You smiled and nodded, thinking back about old good memories. "That's me and my mom." You said as you thought back about her. Her soft hands, her warm smile. You missed her a lot. "What happened to her?" Hoseok asked; like he could read you expression. "Cancer..." You answered. "Dad was so broken after she died." You looked up from the picture at Hoseok again, giving him a sad smile. "It's not because we are feared mafia's that we don't know what true love is. What mom and dad had... Was something special. They really loved each other." You said.

Hoseok put the picture back down and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and holding your fragile frame. "I wish she was still here. She was a wonderful woman." You said as Hoseok softly caressed your head. "She told me I should always follow my heart."

Hoseok pulled back from the embrace and gave you a small reassuring smile. You don't know why but your body seemed to react on it and you started to smile back at him. You didn't knew how you became from being enemies only a few days ago to feeling so close to him now but it felt good and you kinda didn't want to let go of that feeling.

Hoseok put a strand of hair behind your face before speaking. "Y/n, what would you think of getting out of this... mafia live of yours? Just start a new life, a better one. Maybe even go start a family." He said.

You laughed ad shook your head. "I can't do that... I maybe had a choice as a kid but after my father died and I took over... I can't just leave like that. And besides... Some people here are like family to me. I can't just leave them." You told him.

"What if you could?"

Before you could answer him, the door to your bedroom opened. "Boss! I didn't knew you were already back and oh- You found him?! Do I need to get the guards?" Marcus asked after storming in.

You smiled and turned towards Marcus. "No need Marcus. It's alright. I made a deal with Mr Jung here so from now on he won't be our prisoner anymore. He will be our guest. And besides, I already told you to just call me by your name. You're not just anyone Marcus. You were my father's friend. So please be comfortable and just see me as a friend too." You said, earning a smile back from him. "Sure Y/n. Do you guys need anything?" He asked and you shook your head. "Not really but thank you Marcus. I'll see you later downstairs." You told him and with that he left your room again.

"Marcus?" Hoseok asked and you turned back to him. You nodded. "My father saved him a few years ago when I was still a kid. Since then he had been my father's most trusted man and also his friend. After he died he swore to protect his family no matter what. So that's how he became my wing man now." You told him and Hoseok nodded. "I see.."

You sighed and stood up. "Well... I should go downstairs now. Marcus is probably waiting for me. You can stay here until I come back our just room around a bit in the house. Whatever you like." You told him and he nodded. "see you later Hobi!" You said with a smile as you walked towards the door. Hoseok smiled back, even happier as he heard you used the little nickname again. "See you later." He said before you finally walked out of the door.

"Ok... explain to me Y/n why that guy is just randomly relaxing in your room?" Marcus asked you once you were both sitting downstairs on the sofa. "Well Marcus, Like I told you, I made a deal with Mr. Jung." "Are you crazy?!" Marcus yelled. "That's like making a deal with the devil!"

"Calm down!" You yelled back at him, making him shut his mouth and sit back down. "Now let me explain." You d-said, fixing your hair. "When I was in Busan I bumped into Hoseok like planned. We... had a little encounter afterwards." You said, thinking back about how he kidnapped you but afterwards how he could pleasure you so well. You swallowed, stopping your thoughts and licking your dry lips. "Then Hoseok came with a proposition. His agency is after the Choi's. Even more then after us. He promised if we helped he would leave us alone afterwards." You explained to the man in front of you.

"And what makes you think he's speaking the truth?" Marcus asked you. You stared into the distance, a small smile forming onto your mouth. "I believe Hobi." You said.

Marcus looked at you with questionable eyes. "H-hobi?" He asked. You swallowed, eyes in shock. Did you just said that out loud?! You looked at Marcus. "I-" How were you going to explain this? "What happened back in Busan?" Marcus asked. "Nothing just-... I was tired of him giving me those little nicknames so I gave him one to annoy him too! Yeah! That's it." You said, a nervous giggle afterwards. You hoped he didn't suspected anything.

Marcus nodded. "Alright then.." He said, dropping the topic. "And besides, Imagine. For so long the Choi's have been at the top of Korea's mafia. Once they're down we're the new number one. We'll finally stand at the top Marcus! How wonderful is that!" You told him enthusiastic. Marcus nodded. "That's... Indeed great!" You frowned your eyebrows. You expected Marcus to be the most enthusiastic out of the two of you. "Is everything alright?" You asked him.

He cleared his throat. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. I was just worried about you. What if something happens to you. I still can't trust that Hoseok guy." He said. You gave him a soft smile, placing your hand on top of his. "Don't worry Marcus. I got this." And with that you stood up and walked out. "By the way Marcus," You said, turning around one last time. "Can you go check how Taehyung's work is going and give me an update on it? It's quite important and I only trust you with it." You told him. He nodded. "Of course. I'll go check right away boss!"

When you came back to your room you were surprised that Hoseok was still there. It was like he never left. "I thought you would've already went off to go explore the place." You said as you walked in. Hoseok looked up at you. "Neah, not really. I rather stay here. It's quiet here." He said, laying back onto the bed.

You went to sit at the edge of the bed and looked outside the big window in your room. Suddenly you felt Hoseok's hand grabbing yours and to Hoseok's surprise you laced your fingers with his. He smiled, looking at your face as it looked beautiful to him with the current lighting coming from your windows. You hair already got a bit messy from walking around all over the place all day. You may have been a target for him at first but right now, the only thing he could think about calling you was his angel. That's how you looked in Hoseok's eyes like an angel still trapped into the claws of the devil... The mafia. If he only could get you out of this life and give you a better one. "Leave this place with me tonight."

You turned your head towards Hoseok as these words came out of his mouth. "What?" "You heard me." Hoseok said, sitting back up and sitting a bit closer towards you. "Leave this place with me. Y/n, I can see this is no life for you... I promise I can give you a better one." Hoseok said, looking deep into your eyes. You suddenly felt all naked, like Hoseok could look right through you and into your soul. It's not like you loved the mafia but it also wasn't like you hated it.

"How...?" You quietly asked. "I already told you it's not that easy..." You said, looking down at your still intertwined hands. "Let's just leave this place tonight. No one will know. And we'll see what happens afterwards." Hoseok pushed your chin back up with his free hand. "Look at me Y/n. Do you trust me?" Hoseok asked.

You thought for a second, nervously chewing on your lip. Eventually you nodded your head. You knew you couldn't deny anymore what was happening between you and Hoseok. You knew it all went quick but there was just this sparkle between you and from today on you couldn't unseen it anymore.

Hoseok smiled at your response. "Good. So please Y/n, please come with me." He said, leaning in closer and delicately kissing your lips. You nodded. "A-alright. Let's get out of here tonight. But... I can't leave Taehyung here behind. I need him to go with us. He's my best friend Hope... We grew up together."

Hoseok looked you into the eyes while playing with your hand. "You're sure you can trust him enough to let him come with us?" He asked and you nodded. "I'm a hundred percent sure of it." Hoseok nodded. "Ok then. Go tell him. We'll leave at 3am. Everyone should be asleep by then."

And so as planned you went to speak to Taehyung. You told him the plan and of course he supported you in your decision. He was glad you asked him to go with you. He joked around saying' if Hoseok didn't take you away from here I would'. You laughed at him but then he started to question you about Hoseok and then the blushing and stuttering came. Of course, as the good friends you are, you told him about how you felt something towards the boy but wasn't quiet sure jet but it just felt right. As last you also talked about who the son of the Choi's could be but Taehyung only said it was difficult and he didn't knew yet.

After your little chat with Taehyung and bumping into Marcus inside the hall you were finally back in your room, making everything ready together with Hoseok. "Go get some rest Y/n." Hoseok said, packing the last of your things. You didn't intended to take much with you but no matter what Hoseok insisted he would help you pack. With the small bag finally packed you lay down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You heard Hoseok close the zipper of the back before feeling the mantras getting heavy next to you. "I am surprised I'm doing this... A few days ago I wouldn't even have thought of escaping this life. I was so focused on making my parents proud..." You said before scooping a bit closer towards Hoseok, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around you. "No matter what you do, I think your parents will always be proud of you Y/n. Now go sleep. You got a few hours." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"Goodnight Hope."

"Goodnight Y/n."

While you slept Hoseok didn't close an eye. He stayed awake all night, staring at you and also keeping the guard. He knew it may be foolish of him but there was someone in this house Hoseok didn't trust. And that was Marcus. Marcus had always been a strange figure in Hoseok's eyes and today it only got worse.

Hoseok lied to you when you asked him if he stayed in your room the whole time you were gone. In fact, Hoseok went to look for Taehyung. He had something in mind and the only one that could confirm it was him.

"Taehyung, can you look into someone for me?" Hoseok asked as he walked into Taehyung's office. "Who do you need me to look for?" The guy asked, looking at him from behind his desk. "I want you to get some research done on that Marcus guy."

Taehyung looked at him in shock. "Marcus? Why?" He asked, genuinely confused. "I don't trust him at all and I need to confirm something..." Hoseok said, standing behind Taehyung, looking at the screens.

"Marcus has been friends with Y/n's father for so long. Why wouldn't you trust him?" Taehyung said. "You don't think that-" Taehyung broke his own sentence into a silence as he finally understood what Hoseok was looking for. Hoseok nodded. "I think he's our man."

And just like he had thought Taehyung confirmed it that evening. Marcus was indeed the person you guys had been looking for. He was the son of the one and only Mr. Choi. But what would the son of a filthy rich mafia boss do in their enemies house? Hoseok could only think of one thing...

Then a bullet shot through the window and got caught by the opposite wall. Hoseok shook you awake. "Y/n wake up! Plans have changed, we need to go now!" You immediately woke up and you both stood up from the bed, only to hear another two gunshots. You both quickly laid flat on the ground. "W-what is that?" You asked, still halve asleep and confused. "They're here to kill you Y/n."

"What?!" You asked confused. "Who would possibly want to kill me?!" Again shots and Hoseok pulled you with him inside your closet. No windows there so the shutters don't know where to shoot anymore. Then a door opened giving you the answer to your question. "Well, hello hello!"

You looked at Hoseok in shock recognising the voice. Was that Marcus?! Hoseok put his finger in front of his lips telling you to not make any noise.

"Where are you little princess? I know you're somewhere in here~" Marcus said as you heard him walk around the room. "I know your lover boy is with you too." He said.

"You know... I wished things would've gone other ways but you just leave me no choice Y/n. You're just like your father." He said before shooting at the ceiling, making you jump a bit.

But what did he mean, just like your father? "You know the day your father died... It was my doing. He tried to escape too and just like you now, he left me no choice but to kill him right there and then."

You placed your hand over your mouth in shock. Your body was trembling while tears were threatening to leave your eyes. Marcus killed your father? But why would he ever do that? They were like best friends. Hoseok took your trembling body in his arms, shushing you quietly while he was eagerly looking for a way out of here.

Marcus started to speak again. "I know you're probably wondering... 'Oh why did you kill my daddy Marcus? Weren't you like best friends?' " Marcus said, trying to imitate your voice. "Well dear, It may look like we were friends but I am his worst nightmare. Your worst nightmare!" You heard him push a closet on the ground, making a hella loud noice. "You know who I am Y/n? Why doesn't Hoseok tell you, huh?" You looked at Hoseok confused. What would he know you didn't? "I am Marcus Choi. The son of the biggest, most feared mafia boss." Then a maniac laughter could be heard from him. "Wasn't it a great idea from me to infiltrate your little mafia and bring it down? After the accident happened everyone thought I died but I didn't, what caused me to be in the most ideal position. I thought when your father died I finally made an end to the Lee's but then you showed up from your house in the US and took over!" This time a vase could be heard shattering onto the ground. "Of course daddy's little girl had to take over business! Now where are you Y/n! Cut the crab and come out already!" Marcus yelled.

Hoseok slammed the door open as on clue and run with you towards the door as Marcus tried to shoot at the both of you. Luckly no bullet caught you. Or so you thought... "Hoseok! Your shoulder!" You said while you were running through the halls. "I'm alright. We need to get to Taehyung first to warn him and then get the hell out of here." He said. You looked at his shoulder and let go of his hand. "You'll need your hand to put pressure on that wound." You said.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BITCH!!"

You quickly opened the door and ran into Taehyung's room as you heard Marcus yell from upstairs. "Taehyung!" You yelled as you run towards him and hugged him. He hugged you back. "I heard gunshots, what's happening?" He asked, letting go of you. Then he looked at Hoseok and his arm that was covered in blood. "Fuck that looks bad..." He said. "Is it Marcus?!" He asked and Hoseok nodded. "He somehow must have heard us talking about escaping. We need to go now."

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

Marcus voice could be heard closer and closer. "He's getting near." You said. The panic could be seen in your eyes as you looked at the two boys. "You two need to get out of here as fast as possible." Taehyung said. "And what about you?!" You asked and he gave you a soft smile. "We can't escape with all of us. Marcus knows this place too well. He'll catch onto us in no time. You go and I'll distract him."

"But what if he hurts you like he did to Hoseok?!" You asked concerned. "Don't worry about me Y/n. I'll be alright. I always am in the end. Just trust me ok?" Leave the house and I'll make sure you escape safely." He said.

"He's right Y/n. We got to go now." Hoseok said as he pulled at your arm. You gave Taehyung one last glance. He smiled and nodded, like he was saying 'it's alright. It's all gonna be fine.' And so you trusted him on that and left with Hoseok through the front door.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Marcus yelled from the top of the stairs aiming his gun towards you but shot into the door because Hoseok could close it on time. A tear left your eye as you thought of Taehyung being inside there with that maniac. You were so scared of what Marcus could do to Taehyung. Then you saw the house go into lockdown. You knew this was Taehyung's doing and it was also a sign for you and Hoseok to leave.

"Where are your cars Y/n?" Hoseok asked. "Right there, behind that corner." you told him as you both ran towards the garages. You opened one and got inside the car as fast as possible, Hoseok behind the steering wheel. "Buckle up!" He said and then started the engine. But before you could ride away a shot was heard. You both looked at the side, it was Marcus. Somehow he managed to escape the house and he just shot one of your tiers. This was no good. "You both looked at him in shock as he aimed the gun towards you two again. Fear in both of your eyes this time as you had no where to run to now. You were so scared knowing this could be your last moment.

You still had so many things you wanted to do. You want to stop this mafia shit, make more times to spend with friends and family and most important of all, start a new better life with the one you loved... Hoseok. As you were so concentrated you didn't saw Taehyung stumble out of the house all beaten up by the hooligan in front of you.

You closed your eyes in fear of what would come and then it finally came. Two gunshots could be heard.

...But strangely they never reached you nor Hoseok. You opened your eyes again and saw Marcus coughing up blood before falling down onto the floor. Someone had shot him. Then from everywhere around the building and bushes men with guns appeared. Hoseok rushed out of the car and towards the men. You looked at your saviours in shock as Hoseok talked to them about something. Two persons went to check on the corps while Hoseok looked back and forth between you and then one he was taking to.

You decided to get out of the car as well and with small steps you walked towards Hoseok. He gave you a soft smile and then took you into a tight hug. "It's alright. It's all over now." He shushed you while caressing your hair as you cried into his chest from the chock and all the stress you had been going through tonight.

"Who is this Seok?" The man that was standing with Hoseok earlier asked. "This is Y/n. She was one of the people captured here by Marcus." Hoseok said. "I see... Can you both come testify one by one in a while?" The man asked. "Sheff, can we do it together? I don't think she's in a state to handle this on her own now." Hoseok stated and the guy nodded. "I give you 15min to calm down a bit. Come inside afterwards.

Once the guy left Hoseok let go off you and took a step back to look at you. "It's alright. Just take some deep breaths." You did as Hoseok said and it calmed you down a bit. "Now, I want you to let me speak when we get inside for the interrogation. If they know you're the boss of this whole mafia you hang." "They will put me in prison?!" You asked in shock and Hoseok shock his head. "No, no, no. I won't let that ever happen princess. Just let me do the talking and everything will be alright, ok?" He said and you nodded. "Ok.." "Good."

"Now... How did all these men come here?" You asked, confused on how Hoseok's men suddenly found your house. "I called them in. When you were talking to Marcus I went to Taehyung to search a bit more information about the man."

"You already knew... You didn't trusted him from the start." You said and Hoseok nodded. "I didn't trusted him indeed but I didn't knew. Well... I wasn't sure yet. So that's why I needed proof. Thanks to Taehyung's help I got it. I contacted my boss afterwards. I told them my location and everything they needed to know. My plan was to get you out first so they could storm in and clear this mess without you having to worry about it. I didn't knew he would come and try to kill you first..." Hoseok said, looking down. "I wanted to capture him to get to the Choi's as originally planned but then the shots and he tried to murder you and-"

"ssh," You said, placing your hands on both of Hoseok's cheeks. He looked up at you and you placed your forehead carefully against his. He calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath. "I'm here Hope. I'm right here. I'm still alive thanks to you. You did good by calling your troops here. Thank you for saving me." You said, smiling at him and he smiled back.

You took a deep breath yourself before both going inside for your interrogation. Like you discussed earlier outside Hoseok did the talking. He had to lie a bit for that but it was necessary to not get you in prison. He told them Marcus killed your dad and captured you afterwards. He told them Marcus took over and then caught him too. When you tried to escape today Marcus tried to kill you both and then the troops came in. That's the story Hoseok told the police. "Can you confirm this Ms. Lee?" The agent interrogating you asked. You nodded. "Yes it is. I have been captured by that battered for years until Hoseok finally came and saved me." You said, Hoseok squeezing your hand under the table as if wanting to tell you 'good job'.

After all that happened that day you still had to find a good story for Taehyung. After that was all done and Taehyung was completely healed again you and Hoseok decided to live together. Taehyung was so happy for the both of you. The only thing he ever wanted was to see his best friend happy and now he knew you finally were.

"Guess who?"

You laughed as you knew who these hands and voice belonged too. "Hoseok, we're the only one in the house right now. Of course it's you." You said giggling. It had been a year since what happened with Marcus and right now you were living happily with Hoseok in a villa at the beautiful coast of Italy.

Hoseok took his hands from around your eyes and went to sit next to your legs onto the sunbed you were currently on. You put off your sunglasses and looked at the man in front of you as he leaned in closer for a kiss. For the ones asking, yes you and Hoseok were a pair. A month after everything that happened and after recovering from the chock for a while Hoseok finally asked you to be his and without hesitating you said yes. And so you now both lived happily in each other's presence.

"I got a surprise for you." Hoseok said, pulling back from the kiss and smiling at you. He then pulled an envelope from behind his back. "What is that?" You asked. "Open it." He said, giving you the envelope. You opened it and pulled out two tickets for... "The opera? Is this real?!" Hoseok smiled and nodded. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so so so muchhhh!!" You said while hugging him happily. In that year of living together Hoseok slowly dithered out your love for opera and classical music so one day when he sat behind his computer he decided to get you a little present. "See it as an early birthday gift." Hoseok said as you let go of him and kissed him full on the lips. He laughed as he kissed you back, loving to see you so happy.

"It's tonight so I suggest you go pick a nice dress to wear because I know if I don't tell you now you'll take ages." You playfully hit his chest while he laughed. "It's true tho! Now go get ready, we leave at 6." He said. You stood up and got a smack onto your ass. "Yah-" You turned around and looked at him. He smiled and just put on his sunglasses laying down onto the sunned you payed on earlier, smirk on his face. "Go get ready! The longer you take the later it will get."

Once you and Hoseok were ready it was indeed almost time. "Told you, you always take a long time in the bathroom." Hoseok said, kissing your naked shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He checked you out through the mirror in front of you. "You look beautiful in that red off shoulder dress." He said and you smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Thanks love. You don't look that bad yourself in that black suit with red tie." You turned around and playfully pulled on his tie, pulling him closer so you could kiss his lips. He kissed back, pushing you a bit backwards against the sink of your bathroom. "We should stop now or we won't even make it to the opera." Hoseok said, pulling away from you.

He did a step backwards and reached his arm towards you. "My lady," He said playfully. You laughed and wrapped your arm around his as you both walked out of the house and towards the car.

Once in the opera house Hoseok saw that sparkle in your eyes and it filled him with love and admiration for you. You looked so happy and it made him happy too. "Look how beautiful and classy it looks here! Wah." You said as you walked towards the giant stairs. "Did you knew that 'common people' always needed to sit at the low levels and that the rich sat at their private balcony? Until now it are still the most expansive places in the house." You told him, already walking towards the door that lead you towards the lower levels assuming your seats were there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Hoseok asked, pulling you back. "I'm going towards our seats?" You said questionable. "What else?"

Hoseok pulled you with him and onto the stairs. "Hoseok-" You said, looking at him in disbelieve while he pulled you with him up the stairs. "My princess only deserves the best." He said, kissing the top of your head before walking further through the hall on the second floor.

He opened a door with Hoseok's name written on and just like in every opera house there was your private balcony. "You really paid for all of this?!" You asked surprised while walking onto the small balcony, looking down at the podium a bit further. Hoseok went to stand behind you and held you as he admired the opera house with you.

You really were surprised at how he managed to pay for this. After leaving the mafia you of course also had to leave all the money behind. Mafia wasn't really legal so the money went towards the government who would do it's thing with it. You were already shocked at him Hoseok managed to buy the villa in Italy you were currently living in and now these expensive opera tickets?

"My job pays quite well Y/n. I think you sometimes underestimate my job as a secret agent love." He said, kissing your nape before letting go of you and sitting down in one of the chairs. "Come sit with me love." You went to sit down and as if on clue the lights dimmed and the show started.

"This was so good Hoseok! I loved it so much!" You said enthusiastically. The whole car it back home you couldn't stop talking about everything that evening. From the beautiful building to the lovely voice of the sopranos. He felt like he just took a little girl towards Disneyland, mesmerised by the many fairytales around her. That's how it felt with you right now. "Cute..." He mumbled as he opened the door for you.

Once you walked inside you saw something you didn't expected. The floor was covered with rose petals and on every closet or chair were cadges lighting the way towards the living room. You turned around towards Hoseok in shock. "Did- Did you do all this?" You asked him and he gave you a bright smile nodding. "I hope you like it." He said and you nodded. "Are you kidding?! I love it! Hope... You're so sweet." You said, a tear leaving your eyes.

Hoseok wrapped you in your arms letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh baby, don't cry now." He wipes the tear away that fell out of your eye. "This is supposed to be a happy day." He told you. You smiled through your tears. "It's just that- You're just so sweet Hobi, you're amazing and so kind and caring towards me. I can't help it." You said.

Hoseok softly kissed your lips. "It's alright love. I like doing cute and sweet stuff for you. Seeing you happy makes me happy. You know that. The only thing I want is for you to feel loved." He said. He turned you around, holding your hand. "Now go walk a bit further. I got another surprise for you." You gave him a questionable look before walking further.

"T-Taehyung?!" You run towards him and unfolded him into a tight hug. "You're here. You're really here!" When you left Korea Taehyung didn't. He decided to stay, going back to his family and live there for a while, while he would try finding a new job. You thought you would never see him again and here he was, right in your arms.

"Did you set this all up?!" You asked, pulling away from your arms. The boy laughed and nodded. "How did you manage to do all this?" You asked, looking around the room. There were red, pink and white balloons hanging at the ceiling, small red paper hearts were covering the curtains and of course the many candles and rose petals all over the place. "Thank you so much for this. Both of you. This is so cute." You said, your hands on your chest as you looked at the two boys and the work they pulled off.

"Oh, where are my manners." You said, fanning your head. "Sit down Tae! It's been so long. I wanna talk and know everything that happen with you while I was gone. You want something to drink?"

Taehyung laughed and stopped you. "It's alright Y/n. You don't need to do all this." He gave you a sweet smile. "Besides, this evening is supposed to be only you and Hoseok. I stay here for two weeks so enough time to talk later. You go and enjoy your night with your manz." Taehyung said, raising his eyebrows and taking his jacket off of the couch. "I'll leave you alone now. Have a great night guys!" He said, winking and smirking at you as he passed by. "See you tomorrow!"

You laughed as he left the place. "Aish that little-" You said as you watched him leave. Hoseok stood behind you again to hug you. He loved giving back hug's a lot lately. Even while you were sleeping he would always spoon you. "Baby?" Hoseok called out your name while he placed his head on your shoulder. "Let's do what Taehyung said and make this night ours." Hoseok said. "And how are you planning to do that Mister Jung?" You asked your boyfriend teasingly.

He took a deep breath. "I don't know yet Misses Jung." You turned around and looked at him in shock. In the past year he had never used his last name to address you until now. "Misses Jung?" He nodded and smiled taking a step backwards and suddenly going down on one knee. Your hands went to cover your mouth in chock. Was this real? Was he really just... proposing to you?

Hoseok pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. "Y/n Lee, what would you think of becoming Misses Jung? Will you marry me?" He asked sweetly. He was smiling but you knew inside he was very nervous. So you didn't made him wait long and started nodding your head. "Yes, a thousand times yes. I would love to become your wife Hope." You said and Hoseok's smile widened even more as he stood up again and held you close, his lips meeting yours into a soft but passionate kiss. "You have no idea how happy you make me right now." He said, kissing you over and over again.

You were expected to get the ring around your finger but Hoseok just tossed the box onto the couch and picked you up bridle style. You gasped as he swept you from your feet quite literally. "Let's go celebrate this upstairs, shell we?" He asked and you giggled, caressing his cheek and nodding, kissing his lips as he carried you both upstairs towards your room.

"I love you Hope."

"I love you too, Y/n. My miss mafia."

[iwagfreal]

cigarettes, sex, and osamu.

tags: osamu x fem!reader + smoking + smut + dirty talk + balcony sex + lowkey public sex + shotgun word count: 2k

[not proofread so excuse the mistakes]

"you still smoke here?" you couragely ask as you approach the gray-haired bloke who's leaning on the wall, a stick of lit cigarette in between his fingers.

he looks at your direction and a smirk appears on his lips. "and here i thought you wouldn't come back," he utters before he takes a puff of his almost finished-off cig. you situated yourself, beside him and fished out the marlboro box from your pocket to take a stick.

to be honest, you didn't really know this guy beside you. it was just one night after getting kicked out of your place's rooftop for smoking that you had to find a new place to take a drag. and here you found a guy at the back of a high-end restaurant, always has his back rested on the wall and taking in three sticks and a piece of menthol candy before he decides he's had enough.

for weeks, you just smoke with him at 10 pm in this place, exchanging smiles and a the littlest bit of small talk. but that was all before you decided to stop smoking, which, of course was a blatant failure considering you're back in that place again.

"fuck, i forgot my lighter," you huff with the cig in between your lips. the guy immediately moves to whip out a lighter from his jeans' back pocket and lit your cigarette that was still on your mouth without even saying a word.

"thanks..." you say as you take a drag, the last syllable hanging as if you were asking for his name.

"osamu. osamu miya," he says in a low voice. he moves a little so the light from a lamp post kind of illuminated his face for a second and it made your breath hitch. god was he attractive, why did you notice this just now?

"wait... miya? as in onigiri miya?" you immediately ask as you point at the restaurant place at your back, "you own this place?"

he clears his throat and flicks the empty cig to the bin beside him before he answers, "well, yeah. i'm the head chef."

you were embarrassed to say the least, as you realize that you've been smoking in a private property, and you have the nerve to smoke with the owner himself, not even daring to ask for permission whatsoever. but all of this clouded by the thought that damn he cooks? how attractive is that shit?

"you're probably thinking you're not supposed to be here, aren't you?" he says, both his hands on his pocket, not looking at you. you nod in agreement, a little voice in your head telling you to just finish off your cig, apologize to him for trespassing and walk away. but your body won't let you. so you just stand there, cigarette still lit, in between you fingers.

"it's fine, i don't really mind having an eye candy at the end of a stressful day," he says while he crosses his arm in front of his chest. you look to your side and ogle at his biceps bulging out of his too-tight black.

"thanks, i also don't mind having something good to look at while i take a drag." you answer back, not knowing where the sudden confidence is coming from. you take a step closer to him until both your arms are touching, sending goosebumps to your entire body.

"i'm y/n, by the way. glad i failed at trying to stop smoking," you joke and he chuckles lightly, making something inside you tingle. even his laugh is beguiling, seriously, does this man even have a physical flaw?

"nice to meet you, y/n." he takes a step to face you and skillfully grabbed the cigarette on your lips before putting it in between his. he takes a puff and blew it on your agape mouth, taking you by surprise.

you feel your cheeks burning up after you realize what osamu just did. was that even considered a shotgun? that was so hot. your mind was still short-circuiting when you hear a low chuckle coming from the man in front of you. "sorry, got a little carried away." he says and looks directly onto your eyes, you notice that his pupils are dilated.

he doesn't give you back your cigarette though, he takes another puff and kept it in between his fingers. he's still smirking at you, as if letting you make the next move. so you do, thinking, fuck everything else, you grabbed the back of his nape and pushed it towards your face, crashing your lips together.

the taste of menthol and cigarettes all mixing together as he starts to suck on your mouth, his free hand placed on your waist while his tongue adeptly lick your lips, asking for a chance to enter. you gape your mouth to admit his wet tongue. osamu explores your mouth so good, he tilts his head from time to time to go back to sucking and then licking your mouth. and god does it feel so good, it feels illegal.

he takes a step to guide you, your back feeling the coldness of the wall where he pins and keeps you in place. he breaks the kiss and places the cigarette on your mouth while he drops a kiss to your exposed neck. once he feels you've taken a proper drag, he removes the cig on your mouth and drops it on the floor. he stomps on it and goes back to kissing you.

he sucks the smoke from your mouth and takes a deep breath as he inhales it. you feel a smirk growing in his mouth before he lets out a low laugh and moves back an inch, your mouth meeting air.

"you wanna take this somewhere else, y/n?" his hand placed on the wall beside your head, his eyes filled with lust. "i have a place upstairs," he adds while he looks up the building behind the two of you.

you take all your courage in your body to nod and he immediately grabs your hand at this and drag you to his place.

you didn't even have the chance to appreciate the design of his flat before osamu is kissing you senseless once again. he moves his hands to remove your jacket and the sudden feel of cold air sent goosebumps to your body once again.

he snakes a hand on your waist before he casually lifts you, you let out small gasp before you hook your legs on both sides of his waist. osamu hugs your entire lower torso, making sure you're holding on there tightly before he starts walking.

you open your eyes for a second and realize that he's walking you both to the balcony of his flat. and fuck, the thought of him fucking you while someone could be watching sends shivers to your spine already from excitement.

he loosens his grip on your torso as he lets you down, your bare feet touching the cold tiles of the balcony. he doesn't let your lips go though, he kept kissing and sucking at your lips until he felt breathless.

he holds your shoulders and made you turn your back on him, he scoops some of your hair with his hand and leaves a soft kiss on your exposed neck. "want me to fuck you while people can watch, hmm?" he asks, his voice rough and thick.

you moan in agreement and place you hands on the railings. you bend backward and arch your back so your ass is directly touching his semi hard on. you lustfully look back at him from your shoulders and say, "fuck me good and your neighbors will know your name."

his raises his eyebrows at your taunting and his hands immediately flies to the waistbands of your jeans, he pulls them down in one go, leaving you only in your lace underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. your toes curl at the sudden gush of cold wind touches your skin but osamu is kneeling in no time, kneading your butt cheeks while mouthing at your still-clothed pussy.

"fuck, you don't know how long i've thought about this," he says as a squeezes your left butt cheek significantly harder. "don't know how much i missed you when you suddenly stopped coming to the that spot, our spot."

he leaves a kiss on your ass cheek and softly bites it for good measure which made your grip on the railings tighten. he takes his one hand and undos his belt, pulling his jeans down and exposing his cock.

osamu leans down, his cock perfectly resting on your ass and you can feel how heavy and thick he is. he was lengthy enough but his girth was the highlight of it, you think to yourself. he snakes his hand under your shirt and grabbed both your boobs, massaging it while his fingers play with your nipples.

you were getting wetter by the second, his now fully hard dick just on your ass and nowhere near your hole where you want it to be is driving you mad. so you try to take matters in your own hands and reach for his cock from your behind.

"getting restless, hmm? want me to fuck you now? without prep?"

"osamu," you whine as you grind your ass on his crotch.

"okay, baby. i'm gonna stretch you out real good." he sneered as he holds his cock in his one hand and the other moving your panties to the side. his dick prodding at your wet entrance made your go your mind turn into a puddle of goo. when the tip is finally in, you both let out a moan, you because of the sudden stretch and him because you're wrapping around him so got.

osamu bottoms out in no time, your heat covering his entire cock and all he could do was groan in pleasure. he grabs your waist and pull himself out until only the tip was inside, then he slams back in. the hard impact of his thrust sent your body bucking onto the railings, your boobs hitting the glass that's keeping you from falling from the 26th floor of the building.

he picks up his pace and doesn't stop his relentless pounding, his hips thrusting into you perfectly, filling you up with his fat cock so good that your brain is fogging with pure bliss.

"look below you, y/n. do you think the people downstairs can see you?" he pulls out then slams back in, "you think they know you're getting absolutely railed by me, huh? when all they could see is someone who's probably enjoying the view."

"little do they know i have the best view right here," he add and bucks his hips forward, hitting a spot that gets him a loud moan from you. "fuuck, i'm close, samu."

osamu's hips stutter at this and he lets out a low grunt. he wraps his arm around your waist and grabs your entire body that your hands had to let go of the railings. he moves to sit both of you down on the floor, his cock still never leaving your hole.

he lays both of you down, you on his chest with your thighs on his legs and his back on the cold tiles. he plants his feet on the floor and a beat doesn't even pass until he's fucking into you again.

his hands grab at your waist to keep you in place above his cock. you were cumming in no time from the unabated thrusting of osamu's dick into you and him continuously hitting the spot that sends you into frenzy.

your legs were still shaking when osamu pulled out of you as he gasps while spurts of his cum fly onto your stomach and thighs. you stay like that for a minute, gasping for air and still reeling from the feeling being fucked out of your minds.

"i'm going to stop smoking," you say out of nowhere and he laughs at this and asks "why?"

"i think i just found me a new vice." you say with a smile on your face.

[hexpea]

Ch. 24 - Settle In

Kento walked with you back to his place, still stuck in the haze of being caught fucking in the bathroom. He absolutely never imagined himself to be a rule breaker, not to mention a rule breaker of that kind. But he couldn't deny it...you brought something out in him that no one else could.

"Yaga's not going to do anything," you chuckled in an attempt to make him feel better. He had remained silent the entire walk to the station, nothing you said able to shake him. "It's not like any of the students were around. We're two consenting adults."

The two of you had reached the subway, standing in line to wait for the train. Kento took in a deep sigh, at least doing something to try and calm himself down.

"We could be banned from the school, labeled as sex offenders," he grumbled, checking his watch as if he weren't still panicking - but you could read him like a book.

"They're not gonna' go that far," you reassured him by placing a gentle hand on his upper arm, "Satoru won't let them even if they wanted to."

Despite your attempts, Kento was still shaken up by the event - remaining quiet all the way home.

"I mean, do you want me to call Satoru? I'm sure he'll be able to tell us what Yaga's gonna' do, if anything," you offered as the two of you settled into the apartment, removing shoes and whatnot.

Kento's lack of response told you enough, so you pulled your phone from your pocket and began dialing your brother. The phone rang and rang until his delightfully crude voicemail message sounded off, finishing with the familiar loud beep. Instead of a message, you simply hung up.

"Weird. They should just be sitting in the observation room. No reason he wouldn't pick up..." you thought out loud. "Oh well! We'll find out later!" You shrugged. "But for now, you need to get rid of that tension in your shoulders!" You had walked to him, reaching up to squeeze his hardened muscles.

He sighed loudly as you began dragging him down the hallway to his bedroom. He had a happy, little smirk as you forcibly turned his body around so his back faced the mattress and shoved him down on the soft material. As he laid there, you turned and began rooting through his drawers to choose some loungewear. You settled for a white, cotton t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants - thinking to yourself what you'd wear to be comfy. From there, you tossed the clothes at Kento to which he chuckled and sat up - beginning to unbutton his top. You playfully giggled and shoved him back down. While his head hit the bed again, he continued unbuttoning while you worked on his pants - starting by pulling the leather strap of his belt quickly through the loops.

You struggled to get his pants around his ankles, desperately wanting to be as much help as possible even if it meant being a nuisance. You hadn't noticed, but Kento had already switched out his shirts and was watching your cute, agitated expression as you tried your best.

"Don't worry about it," he finally interrupted, still holding that warm smile in appreciation for what you were trying to do. He then stood up and slipped the sweats on with ease and followed you back to the main living area.

He began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets but you quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

"No! Let me!" You poured like a child while dragging him to the sofa.

You shoved him down yet again. He watched you, dumbfounded, as you aggressively grabbed the remote and turned on the station he usually had it on.

"You don't move tonight," you commanded, tossing the remote in his lap.

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, placing the remote back on the end table next to him.

You meandered back to the kitchen and blankly stared at all the cabinets. You hadn't cooked a day in your life. You never had to...meals were always somehow prepared for you by others - not because you were necessarily spoiled but just because that chore never really fell on you. You began searching through your phone to find recipes but it all looked so complicated. Eventually you settled on something familiar: pasta. It was so generic but it was something Kento made often and you attempting to make it was a great homage to his work.

Kento would peer back at you from time to time, primarily to make sure you weren't setting anything on fire. It ended up being quite easy, just boiling water and adding the pasta. Kento kept jarred sauce so no need to hand make anything complicated.

When you finished, you proudly placed a plate in his hands and curled up on the sofa next to him. You waited for him to take his first bite, eyes wide and hoping for praise.

"Not bad," he nodded, taking in another bite, "a little al dente, but it's better that way." His critique made you blush. You felt bad for making it that way but his encouraging tone kept the thought from haunting you.

The two of you finished dinner while watching some random movie on television. With the plates now on the coffee table, you rested your head on his lap while he grazed the side of your head, repeatedly pushing hair behind your ear. He nearly had you falling asleep until you heard the deep sigh from above you.

"You okay?" You asked, turning your eye toward him - straining just a bit to get a good look from your position.

"Yeah," he sighed again, "just a headache." He was still stressed from the earlier encounter and dwelling on it gave quite the migraine. Luckily, you knew just the trick.

You darted back to the kitchen, Kento watching as you got out another pot and started boiling water on the stove. You then began rooting through the drawers in search of some kind of rag, eventually finding one and throwing it into the pot of water.

"Weird question, but do you have lavender? Like, usually used for tea and stuff?" You asked, pausing your speed momentarily to look in his direction.

"N-no?" He furrowed his brow, wondering what you were even doing.

Instead of answering his questioning intonation, you simply warped to the Don Quixote down the street and picked some up - coming back within two minutes. At least my power is useful for something! You thought. You tossed some of the dried leaves into the water and stood by, nearly hypnotized by the bubbles as the scent began to fill the room.  You heard Kento sigh again, but this time it sounded a bit more satisfied. You glanced in his direction to see that he had slouched on the sofa with his head resting against the cushion, arms outstretched in either direction as the scent already began to relax him.

When it was good and ready, you carefully took out the rag after turning the heat off. You quickly rung it out, folded it, and snuck over to Kento who had his eyes closed and head still laid back. He jolted just a bit as you placed the warm rag over his eyes, the heat quickly dulling the ache in his temples.  You knelt behind the couch as he relaxed, a warm and gentle, close-lipped smile on his face. You gave a slow and tender kiss to his hairline and then rested your head beside his as he unwound from the pent up stress.

"Where did you learn something like this?" Kento asked quietly, lifting the rag just a bit to take a look at your pretty blue eyes. You smiled back and brushed some of his loose hairs from his face that were slightly damp and had clung to the rag.

"Satoru and his headaches...mine, too, once I got my powers," you explained just as quietly, "six eyes can be quite overwhelming. He used to get headaches all the time from not wearing and protection so I usually helped him out."

"It really works," he chuckled and placed the rag back over his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the floral scent. You had to admit you were enjoying it, too.

Eventually you grew tired of the floor and walked back to the kitchen where you poured two glasses of wine. You made your way back to the sofa and gave him a glass once he removed the rag which was now too cold to satisfy.

"Headache gone?" You asked, curling your legs underneath yourself as you sat down beside him - allowing your body to fall into his.

"Yeah," he smirked and kissed the side of your head as you took a sip from your glass.

Another movie began playing on the screen and Kento utilized his phone to turn down the lights. The two of you felt tired after a long day of preparing for the exchange event, not to mention the trouble you got into.

Considering both of you were lightweights and you poured quite a hefty glass of wine, the room began to slightly spin as you rested on his shoulder. The room became dark as the credits rolled up the screen, the sun already set.  Through the dark, you looked up at him - the peaceful quiet of just piano credit music filling the room.

"I knew it was a sad one, but I didn't think you'd be one to cry, Kento," you chuckled quietly, bringing a finger to his cheek to wipe a stray tear that you found glistening in the dim light.

"It's not from the movie," he chuckled back, wiping the rest of it away, "it's from you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm just really happy for once."

"Kento..." your voice wavered ever-so slightly at his words, both out of happiness but also out of sorrow. Neither of you had an easy time, this moment of peace was just what you needed after what felt like a long battle to get there.

"I love you," his look was completely serious through the dark. You had said it so many times to one another at this point but this one felt so full of meaning, you felt a lump grow in your throat - nearly joining him with a few little tears.

"I love you, too," you returned, quickly latching your arms around his neck and parting his lips with yours.

He returned the kiss with the same passion, gently holding your cheeks with his strong, calloused hands - fingers slightly tangling with your white locks. With the natural direction of things mixed with animal instincts, you found yourself straddled against his hips.  You suddenly felt a bubble of emotion again, this time in the form of giggles that danced their way into his mouth. You pulled away as the giggles became too much.

"What's wrong?" He laughed a bit at your pink face and big smile.

"I was just thinking about the closet again," you took a deep breath in order to get the sentence out.

"Oh? What about?" He inquired, resting one hand on your hip and using the other to push strands of hair from your face.

"Just how that whole thing went. We took it so far," you rolled your eyes up to the ceiling in an attempt to visualize it. "I was...so smitten. And you were a virgin! Or so you tell me," you crossed your arms and playfully narrowed your vision.

"Y-yeah," he blushed and looked away, "I've watched things...and being around your brother didn't help. Or I guess in that case, did help. At least before he started seeing...Geto."

"Yeah...he'd bring home anyone quite honestly," you rolled your eyes, "it was a miracle I got any sleep when living under the same roof. He's been...celibate as far as I've noticed while living with him again. I feel so bad about the whole thing...I can't imagine losing the love of your life, let alone having to be the one to...put him down."

"He's been otherwise his usual self," Kento said quietly, still stroking the side of your face - his gentle touch comforting as you leaned into his fingertips.

"I worry about him," you sighed, "but he refuses to talk about it. It doesn't help that I..." you trailed off, hoping context got to him - which it did, his body quickly stiffening. "I had needs!" You defended.

"I understand," he stopped you, "we weren't together and I...rejected you."

"Were you with...anyone else?" You asked, hesitant to hear the answer.

"No," he answered straight-forwardly. "I have no interest in sex or relationships...besides you. Don't get me wrong, I...tried, but I couldn't get..." he glanced down at his crotch which was mostly covered by your body that was still straddling him. You covered your mouth to hide a tiny giggle to which he looked up at you with an "are you kidding me?" kind of expression.

"Kento..." you stopped yourself and looked toward him with a genuine smile, "you might be demi. But that's another conversation."

"Well, we do have quite a bond," his firm hands now rested on your thighs, thumbs rubbing light circles.

"Yeah," you agreed, cheeks turning pink, "I don't think I could live if something happened to you." (cries in Shibuya)

"Y/N..." you knew what was coming: the usual scolding of "it's all in the line of duty."

"Have you considered retiring again?" You quickly asked, interrupting him before he could continue.

"I..." he was about to start, but your phone began to vibrate.

"Oh, it's Satoru," you stared at the glowing screen before hitting the green button on the touchscreen. "Hey! How'd the exchange go?"

"You'll never guess what happened!" Satoru's voice rang out through the receiver, forcing you to hold the phone away from his face. "Make sure I'm on speakerphone so Nanami can hear!"