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Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

Authors note: So it’s a long one, but we are finally getting into the good stuff! Possibly a double update tonight also! 💜🔥

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Masterlist Ko-Fi☕️

Chapter 8: Rising Heat

The three weeks following the pool incident had transformed the atmosphere in the ATEEZ household in ways both subtle and profound. What had once been an undercurrent of unspoken attraction had evolved into something far more charged, a constant awareness that crackled between you and the members like electricity before a storm.

Wooyoung, emboldened by your playful response to his "Tulip" nickname, had become increasingly bold in his flirtations. Where once his comments had been theatrical and over-the-top, they now carried a heat that made your pulse quicken despite your best efforts to maintain professional composure.

"Good morning, beautiful," had become his standard greeting when you entered the kitchen each day, delivered with a lazy smile that lingered on your face longer than strictly appropriate. His casual touches—a hand on your lower back as he passed behind you, fingers brushing yours when handing you documents—had multiplied, each contact deliberate and charged with intention.

Just yesterday, when you'd been reaching for a file on a high shelf, he'd appeared behind you, his chest pressing lightly against your back as his arm extended over yours to retrieve it.

"Let me get that for you, Tulip," he'd murmured directly into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. When you'd turned to thank him, you'd found yourself trapped between his body and the filing cabinet, his dark eyes intense as they studied your face.

"You know," he'd said softly, his voice dropping to that register that made your omega stir restlessly, "I keep having these dreams about tulips. Very... detailed dreams."

The implication had been clear, and for a moment you'd felt your resolve waver under the heat of his gaze. It had taken every ounce of your self-control to duck under his arm with a breathless laugh, muttering something about needing to check the day's schedule.

Mingi's response to the pool incident had manifested differently but no less intensely. His protective instincts, already pronounced, had amplified to the point where his alpha presence seemed to surround you like a shield whenever unfamiliar people were present.

During a meeting with external producers the previous week, you'd felt him before you'd seen him—that warm, encompassing energy that made your omega want to lean into his strength. He'd appeared at your side as if materializing from thin air, his tall frame creating a subtle but unmistakable barrier between you and the alpha producer who'd been standing a bit too close for comfort.

"Y/n," he'd said, his deep voice carrying undertones that raised goosebumps along your arms, "Hongjoong-hyung needs to see you in the studio."

It had been a lie—you'd discovered later that Hongjoong had been in dance practice at the time—but Mingi's protective fabrication had extracted you from an increasingly uncomfortable situation with practiced ease.

When you'd confronted him about it afterward, he'd simply shrugged, unrepentant. "You looked uncomfortable. I couldn't just stand there and watch."

"I can handle myself, Mingi," you'd protested, though your heart had fluttered at his protective instincts.

His response had been to step closer, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "I know you can," he'd said quietly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "That doesn't mean you should have to handle everything alone."

The gentle touch had lingered, his thumb tracing your cheek with reverent care that made your breath catch. For a moment, you'd thought he might kiss you—had seen the intention form in his dark eyes—before professional reality had reasserted itself and you'd both stepped back.

But it was your interactions with Hongjoong that had become most dangerous to your carefully maintained equilibrium. The leader's responses to your increased comfort in your role—and perhaps to whatever he'd witnessed that night by the pool—had evolved into something that walked the finest line between professional and intimate.

His touches had become both more frequent and more deliberate. A hand on your shoulder that lingered just a moment too long when he leaned over to review something on your tablet. Fingers trailing across yours when he handed you your morning coffee, the contact seemingly accidental but repeated too often to be coincidental.

The comments, too, had taken on layers of meaning that left you breathless and confused in equal measure.

"You're getting very good at handling all of us," he'd observed just yesterday, his voice laden with double meaning as he watched you coordinate eight different schedules with effortless efficiency.

"It's all about finding the right... approach for each individual," you'd replied, matching his tone despite the heat rising to your cheeks.

Hongjoong's smile had been slow and appreciative. "You certainly seem to have figured out what works for us. Very... responsive to your methods."

The conversation had been ostensibly about your professional capabilities, but the undercurrent had been anything but professional. You'd felt it in the way his eyes tracked your movements, in the slight huskiness that crept into his voice when he spoke directly to you.

Most concerning of all was how your body had begun responding to their increased attention. Despite the scent blocker that prevented you from detecting their alpha pheromones, your omega nature seemed to be awakening to their presence in ways that bypassed your rational control.

You'd started experiencing a restless energy that built throughout the day, particularly when surrounded by multiple members. Your skin felt more sensitive, more aware of every casual touch and lingering glance. Sleep had become elusive, your dreams filled with scents you couldn't quite recall upon waking and touches that left you aching for something you couldn't name.

The night sweats had started two weeks ago—waking up overheated and disoriented, your body feeling like it was searching for something missing. You'd attributed it to stress from the comeback preparations, but deep down, you suspected something more fundamental was happening.

Your omega was responding to the pack of alphas around you, even with the blocker in place. The realization was both thrilling and terrifying.

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Tonight offered a rare respite from the intensity. The members had gone out for a team dinner, a final celebration before the official comeback activities began tomorrow. You'd been invited, of course, but had declined, claiming exhaustion and the need for an early night.

In truth, you'd wanted the space to breathe, to exist for a few hours without the constant awareness of eight alpha presences that had your omega in a state of perpetual alert.

The house felt different in their absence—larger somehow, but also strangely empty. You'd eaten a quiet dinner alone, caught up on some administrative tasks, and then found yourself drawn once again to the pool.

The water called to you like a siren song, promising the same peaceful reset you'd experienced that first night weeks ago. This time, you chose a different bikini—a deep navy blue that complemented your skin tone—and made your way outside without bothering to check if any lights were on in the main house.

The pool area was bathed in soft underwater lighting, the surface of the water perfectly still and inviting. You dropped your towel on a nearby lounger and walked to the pool's edge, testing the temperature with your toe before slowly descending the steps.

The water was perfect, warm enough to be comfortable but cool enough to be refreshing against your overheated skin. You ducked under the surface completely, letting the water envelope you in its weightless embrace before surfacing with a contented sigh.

"Well, this is becoming a habit."

The amused voice from the darkness made you jump, your heart immediately racing as you spun toward the source. Hongjoong sat in one of the loungers you hadn't noticed in the shadows, his posture relaxed but his eyes unmistakably fixed on you.

"Hongjoong!" you gasped, instinctively sinking lower into the water until it reached your collarbones. "I thought you went to dinner with the others."

"I had a headache," he replied, his voice carrying easily across the quiet space. "Decided to stay home and get some air." He gestured vaguely toward the pool. "Didn't expect to get such an... enlightening view."

Heat flooded your cheeks at his words and the obvious implication. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough," he said with a small smile that managed to be both innocent and thoroughly wicked. "You swim beautifully, by the way. Very... graceful."

The compliment, delivered in that slightly husky tone he'd been using with you lately, sent a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the water temperature. "That's a very polite way of saying you were watching me like a creep."

Hongjoong laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "Guilty as charged. Though in my defense, you're in my pool. I think that gives me some viewing rights."

"Your pool?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. "I was told it was for everyone."

"True," he conceded, rising from the lounger with fluid grace. "Which means I can use it too, if I want."

The suggestion in his tone made your pulse quicken, but you weren't about to back down from whatever game this was becoming. "The water's perfect," you said, your voice deliberately casual despite the way your heart was hammering against your ribs. "Plenty of room for two."

Hongjoong's eyes darkened at your words, something predatory flickering in their depths. "Is that an invitation, Tulip?"

The nickname, delivered in his voice rather than Wooyoung's playful tone, sent a jolt of electricity through you. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just being polite to the homeowner."

"Politeness," he mused, beginning to unbutton his shirt with deliberate slowness. "Is that what we're calling this?"

You felt your breath catch as he revealed the toned chest beneath his shirt, the fabric falling to the ground beside the lounger. Your eyes tracked the movement of his hands as they moved to his belt, and you had to remind yourself to keep breathing.

This was dangerous territory—alone with one of the alphas under your care, both of you in various states of undress, the professional boundaries you'd carefully maintained becoming increasingly blurred. But something about the night, about his presence, about the way he was looking at you like you were something precious and desirable, made caution feel less important than the heat building between you.

"Maybe you should define what 'this' is," you managed, your voice slightly breathless despite your attempt at composure.

Hongjoong paused in removing his belt, his eyes meeting yours across the pool deck. "Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. But I know I don't want to stop finding out."

The admission hung between you, honest and vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten with emotion that went beyond simple attraction.

"Well," you said, surprised by the steadiness of your own voice, "you can't find out anything standing over there fully clothed."

It was a clear invitation, perhaps the boldest thing you'd ever said to him. Hongjoong's smile was slow and devastating as he resumed removing his belt, then his pants, until he stood at the pool's edge in only his black boxer briefs.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him—lean muscle and golden skin, the underwater lights casting interesting shadows across his torso. When he caught you staring, his smile turned decidedly smug.

"See something you like?" he asked, echoing your earlier boldness.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Guess you'll have to come closer to find out."

Without breaking eye contact, Hongjoong walked to the pool steps. The water rippled around his feet as he slowly descended, his movements deliberate and measured. You watched with bated breath as the water rose around his calves, his thighs, his waist, each inch revealing and concealing in equal measure.

When he was fully in the pool, standing just a few feet away from you, the atmosphere crackled with potential. The space between you felt both vast and nonexistent, charged with everything you'd been carefully not acknowledging for weeks.

"Now what?" he asked softly, his voice carrying easily across the water despite its quiet tone.

"Now," you said, your heart racing as you met his gaze, "we see what happens next."

Hongjoong took a step toward you through the water, his movements creating gentle ripples that reached you before he did. Something mischievous sparked in your chest at his approach, and you found yourself swimming backward with a teasing smirk.

"Running away already?" he asked, amusement coloring his voice as he continued moving toward you with deliberate intent.

"Not running," you replied, laughing as you put more distance between you. "Just making you work for it."

He swam after you with easy strokes, his technique far more efficient than your playful backward paddling. When he gained on you, you squealed with laughter and darted to the side, using your smaller size to your advantage as you evaded his reach.

A low, playful growl rumbled from his chest—a sound that was purely alpha and sent a thrill straight through your omega core. When you glanced back at him, his eyes had taken on that distinctive golden glow that marked an alpha's heightened state.

"Oh no," you gasped with exaggerated fear, though your delighted grin betrayed your true feelings. "The big bad alpha is after me!"

"You have no idea," he replied, his voice dropping to that dangerous register as he surged through the water after you.

You squealed again, half-swimming, half-splashing as you tried to reach the other side of the pool. But Hongjoong was faster, stronger, and far more determined. Just as your fingers touched the pool wall, his hands found your waist, spinning you around and pinning you gently but firmly against the smooth surface.

"Caught you," he murmured, his body caging you against the wall, the golden glow still evident in his eyes as he looked down at you.

The playful chase had left you both breathing hard, water droplets clinging to his dark hair and running down his face. In the underwater lighting, he looked almost ethereal—dangerous and beautiful in equal measure. The space between you had disappeared entirely, his chest almost touching yours, his hands still resting on your waist beneath the water.

The air crackled with tension that had nothing to do with the game you'd been playing and everything to do with the weeks of carefully controlled attraction that had led to this moment. Your eyes dropped to his lips, then back to his golden-flecked gaze, and before rational thought could intervene, you were pulling him down to you.

The kiss was electric, months of unspoken desire finally finding expression. Hongjoong's response was immediate and intense—a low growl rumbling from his chest as his arms came around you, pressing you more firmly against the pool wall. Your legs found their way around his waist instinctively, your body responding to his alpha presence with an intensity that should have alarmed you.

His mouth moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, teeth grazing your lower lip in a way that made you gasp and arch against him. The sound seemed to drive him wild—another growl escaping as his hands tangled in your wet hair, his body grinding against yours in the weightless embrace of the water.

You lost yourself in the sensation, in the feeling of finally giving in to what had been building between you for so long.

"Hongjoong," you breathed against his lips, and the sound of his name in your voice seemed to undo him completely.

He responded to his name with a growl that vibrated through his chest and into yours, the sound purely alpha in its possessiveness. His hands slid from your hair to cup your face, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough with want and something deeper. The golden flecks in his eyes seemed to pulse in the underwater lighting, hypnotic and predatory. "What you've been doing to all of us?"

Your omega preened at the admission, satisfaction flooding through you at concrete proof of your effect on the pack leader. "Tell me," you whispered, your legs tightening around his waist as you felt him shudder against you.

Instead of answering with words, he showed you. His mouth found that sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and the sensation of his lips and teeth against your pulse point made you see stars. A soft whimper escaped your lips—a sound that had him pressing you harder against the pool wall.

"That sound," he groaned against your throat. "You have no idea what those little noises do to me."

His confession sent heat racing through your veins. The knowledge that your responses affected him so strongly, that the pack leader himself was losing control because of you, was intoxicating beyond reason.

"Show me," you challenged breathlessly, your hands sliding over the wet planes of his chest. "Show me what I do to you."

Hongjoong's eyes flashed at your bold request, the golden glow intensifying as his alpha responded to your invitation. His hands slid down your sides, tracing the curves of your body through the water with reverent touches that made you shiver despite the warm temperature.

"Dangerous words, Tulip," he murmured, but his touch belied any hesitation. "You sure you can handle the consequences?"

Your only response was to pull him closer, your lips finding his again in a kiss that was answer enough. The barriers you'd both carefully maintained were crumbling, three weeks of mounting tension finally reaching its breaking point.

The privacy of the pool area felt like its own universe. The underwater lights cast everything in an ethereal blue glow, making the moment feel dreamlike and removed from reality.

Hongjoong's hands continued their reverent exploration of your body, each touch deliberate and worshipful as he mapped every curve through the warm water. When his fingers finally found their destination, sliding between your thighs, the discovery he made there drew a sound from him that was purely primal.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, the curse rough and broken as he felt the unmistakable evidence of your body's response to him. Even through the water, the slickness was obvious, and the realization that you wanted him this desperately seemed to shatter what remained of his control.

The sound he made—part growl, part whimper, entirely alpha losing his mind over your readiness—sent electricity shooting through your nervous system. Your back arched against the pool wall as his fingers explored with gentle reverence, his touch careful but insistent.

"You're so..." he started, then seemed to lose the ability to form words as his forehead dropped to rest against yours. His breathing was ragged, his entire body trembling with the effort of restraint. "How are you so perfect?"

Your only response was a soft whimper that echoed across the water, the sound making his eyes flash gold again as his alpha responded to your obvious pleasure. The knowledge that you were affecting the famously controlled pack leader this strongly was almost as intoxicating as his actual touch.

Hongjoong’s finger slid over you clit, drawing slow, lazy circles as you moaned into his mouth. You were shaky and he’d barley touched you.

"We should..." he breathed against your lips, though his actions contradicted his words as his touch became more purposeful.

"Should what?" you managed, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"Stop," he finished, though the word carried no conviction whatsoever. "This is..."

"Perfect," you completed for him, and the soft moan that escaped him at your declaration suggested he agreed completely.

Your hands, emboldened by his touch and the way he was losing himself in you, began their own exploration down the planes of his chest. The water created a dreamlike resistance to your movements as your fingers traced over defined muscle, following the path downward with deliberate intent.

When you finally reached your destination, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs to wrap your fingers around him, the contact drew a sharp intake of breath from both of you. He was hard and wanting, evidence of just how much this moment was affecting him, and the realization made you whimper softly against his shoulder.

"God, Tulip," he groaned, his voice strained and desperate as your touch sent shockwaves through his system. His hands tightened on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

The feeling of him in your hand, solid and real and desperately wanting you, made your omega sing with satisfaction. You held in your primal need to purr with satisfaction, even with your hazy mind you didn’t want to slip any omega traits.

As he slipped a finger inside you, you bit onto his shoulder to hold in your sounds. Your hand moved slowly, teasingly along his shaft, thumb circling his tip.

His response was immediate and intense—a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest as his hips moved involuntarily into your touch. The sound was purely alpha, primal and possessive in a way that made heat pool in your belly.

"You're going to kill me," he breathed against your throat, his voice rough with want as your gentle exploration continued.

The golden glow in his eyes had intensified, the alpha in him responding to your bold touch with an intensity that should have been frightening but instead felt like coming home. Every exhale against your skin sent shivers through you, every small sound of pleasure he made in response to your ministrations feeding the growing need in your core.

"Don't stop," he pleaded softly, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart race even faster.

"Holy shit!"

The startled exclamation from the pool deck shattered the moment like glass. You and Hongjoong broke apart, both turning toward the source of the interruption to find Wooyoung standing frozen by the sliding doors, his mouth hanging open in shock.

For a moment, nobody moved. You remained pinned between Hongjoong's body and the pool wall, both of you breathing hard, while Wooyoung stared in what appeared to be equal parts amazement and indignation.

"This," Wooyoung finally said, pointing dramatically at the two of you, "this is exactly what I wanted to do the other night when I saw Tulip swimming, but Seonghwa-hyung scolded me and said I needed to 'respect her privacy' and 'maintain appropriate boundaries!'"

Hongjoong chuckled, though he didn't move away from you, his body still shielding you from full view. "Well, technically—"

"Oh no," Wooyoung interrupted, turning toward the house with mock outrage written across his features. "No technicalities! This is pure hypocrisy!" He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward the main house, "SEONGHWA-HYUNG! COME SCOLD THE CAPTAIN! HE'S DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID I COULDN'T DO!"

The sound of his voice echoing across the property made you bury your face against Hongjoong's shoulder in mortification, though you couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled up at the absurdity of the situation.

"You're going to wake the entire neighborhood," Hongjoong told Wooyoung, though his voice carried more amusement than actual concern.

"Good!" Wooyoung replied unrepentantly. "Everyone should know about this flagrant double standard! Where's the fairness? I demand equal swimming rights!"

The sound of the sliding door opening with more force than necessary announced Seonghwa's arrival before his exasperated voice carried across the pool deck.

"Jung Wooyoung, what in the world are you shouting about? It's nearly midnight and the neighbors—" Seonghwa's lecture cut off abruptly as his eyes landed on you and Hongjoong still pressed together in the pool, both obviously disheveled from your passionate encounter.

A deep blush immediately colored Seonghwa's cheeks, spreading down his neck as he took in the scene—your legs still wrapped around Hongjoong's waist, his hands on your bare skin, both of your lips swollen and hair mussed from the intensity of your kiss. For just a moment, his eyes flashed that telltale golden glow, his alpha nature responding to the charged scene before him.

"I—" Seonghwa started, his voice slightly strangled, before he visibly collected himself, the golden fade from his eyes as his expression shifted to stern disapproval. "Kim Hongjoong! What do you think you're doing?"

"I can explain," Hongjoong began, though he made no immediate move to release you, his protective instincts clearly warring with the need to face his pack mate's scolding.

"See!" Wooyoung exclaimed triumphantly, pointing between Seonghwa and the pool. "See how his eyes went all glowy too? But when I wanted to swim with Tulip, suddenly I'm the inappropriate one!"

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped at the absurdity of the situation—being caught in a compromising position while Wooyoung used it as evidence for his case about swimming inequality. The sound seemed to break whatever spell had been holding everyone frozen.

"I should probably go change," you said softly to Hongjoong, your cheeks burning with embarrassment but unable to suppress your amusement at the chaos you'd inadvertently caused.

Hongjoong nodded reluctantly, his hands sliding away from your waist as you unwound your legs from around him. "We should talk," he murmured quietly, meant only for your ears.

"Later," you agreed, your voice barely a whisper as you moved toward the pool steps.

As you climbed out of the pool, water streaming from your body in the soft lighting, you were acutely aware of three pairs of alpha eyes tracking your movement. Seonghwa's blush deepened as he quickly averted his gaze, while Hongjoong made no attempt to hide his appreciation. Wooyoung, however, seemed to see an opportunity.

"You know what?" Wooyoung announced, suddenly moving toward the guesthouse with clear intent. "I think Tulip might need some help getting dried off. You know, making sure she doesn't catch a chill or anything. I'm very helpful with towels!"

"Oh no, you don't," Hongjoong said immediately, moving to get out of the pool.

"Jung Wooyoung, absolutely not," Seonghwa added sternly, stepping between Wooyoung and your retreating figure.

Wooyoung stopped short, his mouth falling open in renewed outrage. "Are you KIDDING me right now?" He threw his hands up dramatically. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! Hongjoong-hyung gets to make out with our beautiful Tulip in the pool, but I can't even take a innocent swim? Where is the equality? Where is the justice?"

"There's a difference—" Seonghwa began.

"Between what?" Wooyoung interrupted, his voice rising with theatrical indignation. "Between him kissing her and me wanting to swim? If anything, swimming is more innocent! I wasn't planning to ravish anyone! I just wanted to enjoy the water like a normal person!"

You paused at the entrance to the guesthouse, glancing back at the increasingly absurd scene playing out on the pool deck. Even in your embarrassment, you couldn't help but be charmed by Wooyoung's dramatic defense of his swimming rights.

"Wooyoung," you called out, causing all three men to turn toward you. "Maybe tomorrow we can all swim together. You know, during normal daylight hours when it's less... complicated."

Wooyoung's expression immediately brightened. "Really? You promise?"

"I promise," you confirmed with a smile, then looked pointedly at Seonghwa and Hongjoong. "And I trust that both of you will behave appropriately in broad daylight."

Seonghwa cleared his throat, his blush still evident. "Of course. Appropriate behavior. Absolutely."

Hongjoong just smiled that dangerous smile that had gotten you into this situation in the first place. "I'll be on my best behavior," he said, though his tone suggested his definition of 'best behavior' might be different from Seonghwa's.

"This is still discrimination," Wooyoung muttered, but he seemed placated by your promise. "But I suppose I can wait for proper swimming justice until tomorrow."

With a final amused shake of your head, you slipped into the guesthouse, leaving the three alphas to sort out their pool politics on their own. Through the glass door, you could hear Seonghwa beginning what sounded like a very serious lecture about appropriate boundaries, while Wooyoung continued to interject with increasingly creative complaints about the unfairness of the situation.

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The sliding door to the main house had barely closed behind the three alphas when Wooyoung's voice rang out dramatically through the living room.

"Everyone! EVERYONE! Come witness the hypocrisy! Come see the injustice!" he called, his voice carrying the theatrical flair of a Shakespearean actor delivering a soliloquy. "Our dear captain has been stealing our poor assistant's innocence in the pool!"

Hongjoong groaned, running his hands through his still-damp hair as he followed Wooyoung and Seonghwa into the house. "Of all people, it had to be Wooyoung who found us," he muttered, shooting a pointed look at the dramatizing alpha.

Seonghwa couldn't help the chuckle that escaped at Hongjoong's expression—part mortification, part resignation. "You did choose a rather public location for your... moment," he pointed out with barely suppressed amusement.

The sound of multiple footsteps thundered down the hallway as the other members, apparently having returned from dinner while the pool drama was unfolding, converged on the living room with varying degrees of curiosity and alarm.

"What's Wooyoung shouting about now?" Yunho asked, appearing first with Jongho close behind, both looking slightly concerned by the volume of Wooyoung's announcements.

San emerged from the kitchen, a late-night snack in hand, his eyes immediately taking in the scene—Hongjoong's damp hair and flushed cheeks, Seonghwa's knowing expression, and Wooyoung's practically vibrating with excitement to share his news.

"Stealing innocence?" Yeosang inquired dryly, settling into his usual chair with the patience of someone accustomed to Wooyoung's dramatics. "That seems rather serious."

Mingi appeared last, his tall frame filling the doorway as his sharp eyes assessed the situation. "Why are you all wet?" he asked Hongjoong directly, though his gaze flickered toward the pool area visible through the glass doors.

"BECAUSE," Wooyoung announced with theatrical flourish, spinning to face his audience, "our fearless leader was caught red-handed—or should I say, lip-locked—with our beautiful Tulip in the pool! Making out like teenagers while the rest of us were denied even basic swimming privileges!"

A collective sharp intake of breath filled the room. San nearly choked on his snack, while Yunho's eyes widened comically. Jongho's mouth fell open, and even Yeosang's typically composed expression showed genuine surprise.

"You were what?" Mingi asked, his voice dropping to that dangerous low register that indicated his alpha was taking very keen interest in this development.

Hongjoong sighed, accepting that there was no escaping this interrogation. "We were swimming. Things got... carried away."

"Carried away!" Wooyoung exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically. "That's one way to put it! I walk out to enjoy some fresh air and find our captain with his tongue down Tulip's throat, her legs wrapped around his waist, looking like they were about to—"

"Wooyoung," Seonghwa warned, his voice carrying clear authority. "That's enough detail."

"But the injustice!" Wooyoung continued, undeterred. "When I wanted to swim with her that first night, suddenly I was inappropriate! When I tried to help her dry off tonight, suddenly I was overstepping! But Captain gets to play tongue hockey in the pool and that's perfectly fine?"

San was now openly grinning, clearly delighted by this turn of events. "So our Tulip finally cracked and jumped our leader? I'm impressed."

"Actually," Hongjoong said, a small smile playing at his lips despite his embarrassment, "I think we both jumped each other."

"Details!" Yunho demanded, settling onto the couch with the eager expression of someone settling in for a good story. "We need all the details!"

"You absolutely do not need all the details," Seonghwa interjected firmly, though his own curiosity was evident in his expression.

Jongho, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke up. "So... what does this mean? For all of us?"

The question hung in the air, suddenly shifting the mood from playful interrogation to something more serious. Everyone seemed to understand the weight of what Jongho was really asking—because whatever was happening between you and Hongjoong wasn't occurring in isolation. The connection, the pull, the inexplicable bond they'd all been feeling was something that involved all of them.

Mingi moved further into the room, his expression intense. "Did she... did she say anything? About what this means?"

Hongjoong shook his head. "We didn't exactly get to the talking part before Wooyoung made his dramatic entrance."

"I prefer the term 'timely intervention,'" Wooyoung corrected with a sniff. "Who knows what inappropriate activities might have continued without my presence!"

"You mean the same inappropriate activities you've been trying to initiate for weeks?" Yeosang observed mildly, earning a guilty look from Wooyoung.

San leaned forward, his expression more serious now. "But really, hyung, what are we doing here? We can't all pretend we don't feel it anymore—whatever this connection is with her."

"It's getting stronger," Yunho admitted quietly. "Whatever's happening, it's not going away. If anything, it's intensifying."

Mingi nodded in agreement. "My alpha's been going crazy lately. Especially around her. And tonight, knowing she was in that pool..." He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

Seonghwa, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke up. "Which brings us back to Jongho's question." He looked directly at Hongjoong. "What does this mean? For our pack, for her position here, for whatever this bond is that we're all feeling?"

Hongjoong was quiet for a long moment, clearly wrestling with the implications. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of his leadership role. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I know we can't keep pretending nothing's happening. And after tonight..." He paused, touching his lips unconsciously. "I don't think any of us want to pretend anymore."

"So what do we do?" San asked. "Do we tell her how we all feel? Do we ask her what she wants?"

"Do we find out if she feels it too?" Yunho added.

"Oh, she feels it," Wooyoung said with confidence. "Trust me, that kiss wasn't one-sided. Our Tulip is just as affected as we are."

Mingi's expression darkened slightly. "But what if she's not ready? What if this complicates everything for her?"

"Then we wait," Seonghwa said firmly. "We support her, we're honest about our feelings if she asks, but we don't pressure her. Whatever this is—mate bond, pack bond, whatever—it has to be her choice too."

Hongjoong nodded, appreciating Seonghwa's wisdom. "Agreed. But no more pretending we don't feel anything. If she asks, we're honest. And if opportunities arise naturally..." He shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. "Well, we'll see what happens."

"Opportunities like midnight pool sessions?" Wooyoung asked hopefully.

"Opportunities like being genuine with her about who we are and what we're feeling," Seonghwa corrected, though his tone was gentle. "Not ambushing her with towel assistance."

"My towel assistance is top quality," Wooyoung protested, but he was grinning now, the earlier dramatics giving way to genuine excitement about this new development.

As the conversation continued, each member processing what this shift meant for their group dynamic, none of them noticed the small figure in the guesthouse window who had been unable to resist watching the animated discussion in the main house—or the way your hand had unconsciously drifted to the scent blocker behind your ear, your omega instincts stirring restlessly as if sensing the alpha pack's collective focus on you, even from a distance.

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nsves · 5 months ago

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coffeefleecy · 2 months ago

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The Serpent's Kiss

Pairing: Caleb X MC

Summary: After getting your fix, the exhaustion returns almost tenfold. Caleb answered your pleas before - can he answer them again?

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Part Four

Word Count: 4.2 K

Tags/Warnings: incubus!Caleb, smut, degradation, slight manipulation, dream sex, face-sitting, cunnilingus, gaslighting

It’s been weeks since Caleb has invaded your mind, yet the lingering feeling of dread looms over you like a dark cloud whenever you see the unoccupied vase he’d pointed out to you over on your dresser. It seems like such a trivial thing to fixate on; such a tiny detail that you could be misremembering, but you swear he’d pointed those roses out to you to show you that you were dreaming – that it hadn’t been real.

“See? Those wouldn’t be there if you weren’t dreaming, right?”

Despite the anxiety that came with not knowing what was real and what your sleep-addled brain had produced, you’d awoken later that morning feeling more rested than you had in weeks. The fix, like all fixes do, wears off after a few days and that pleasant glow you’ve been sporting is ebbing away. Your flushed cheeks turn sullen and the bags under your eyes grow more pronounced with every sleepless night in the following week, only adding to your despair and confusion.

Your hands roam and you let your fingers explore your body with the intent to tire yourself out, but the movements lack conviction or aim to seek pleasure. Due to disingenuous nature, it all feels forced and contrived. It’s all wrong, the performance false and empty in spite of the audience being only you. You give up and roll over, deciding you’re beyond help.

The methods you’ve tried before to no avail are put into practice again, this time producing even less of a result than the last. The sleepy teas you drink only serve to fill your bladder. The melatonin you take addles your brain with a heavy fog, yet the sleep meant to accompany it never comes. You’re left with the side effects of all of these methods without the benefit of passing out afterward. Caleb fades from your mind, becoming nothing more than a distant memory like all dreams do, your exhaustion the only thing preoccupying your focus.

On the eighth night after Caleb’s visit and without more than a couple of hours of sleep, you struggle with your comforter bunching at your feet, huffing out at the feeling of being trapped. The fabric feels like quicksand, pulling you deeper and deeper into frustration and restless exhaustion, tangled and obnoxious like perturbing hands. Even your thin tank top and the most comfortable pair of loose shorts you’ve donned feel restricting, despite both those and the stretchy, hipster panties beneath your usual pajamas of choice.

“Please.” You silently beg, the misery permeating every bit of your thoughts and tainting them. “Just - ten minutes. I just need ten minutes.”

It’s like deja vu when you feel a pair of strong, thick arms wrapping around your middle and the dizzying scent of apples assaults your senses.

“You call me for me, pipsqueak?”

His voice is as sickly sweet as syrup, those honeyed words oozing with pity and a selfish sarcasm that makes you feel anxious and eager at the same time; like he’s only here because he feels sorry for you and gets nothing out of it.

“Caleb?”

“The man, the myth - the legend,” He murmurs into your ear, tracing your torso with his fingertips until they’re slipping underneath your shirt. “Seems like you need my help, huh?”

“Thought - thought it was a dream,” You murmur in confusion. “You told me -”

“Yeah, yeah - just a little dream. Nothing to worry about - just let me take care of you, okay? You need me so badly, don’t you? I can feel your body singing for me, sweetheart.”

“I’m so confused,” You whine sleepily. “Feels so real.”

“I know you missed me,” Caleb ignores your exhausted rambles and presses kisses into your collarbone. “Been thinking about my fingers, huh? Yours aren’t long enough or skilled enough to reach where mine can. I noticed you trying yesterday - why not tonight? Gave up?”

“Doesn’t… doesn’t feel right,” You complain, unknowingly craning your neck to give him better access as you melt into his words and touch. “Feels all wrong.”

“I know, baby,” He pities you, delicately sliding his hands from underneath your tank top and down your body so they rest at your hips. “I left you wanting for so much more, didn’t I?”

“More?” You ask incredulously.

“Oh, you have no idea what I have planned for you, you poor thing. I was just getting you used to me. Don’t worry, once I break you in a little more I’ll be able to give you everything.”

Caleb flattens his tongue against your throat and suckles gently; not enough to leave a mark, but enough to kick your senses into overdrive.

“The flowers,” You manage despite leaning into Caleb’s kisses as his mouth preoccupies your mind. “You - You said the flowers were only there because I was dreaming, but…”

“What are you talking about? I never said that, you must have been hearing things. Why would I say something like that? Silly, sweet girl, you just need me to take care of you.”

Is your mind going? He’s so convincing with everything he tells you; as if he’s never been untruthful in his life.

“No,” You bite back, pulling away from his grasp and scrambling into a sitting position so you’re facing him, those mesmerizing eyes burning into yours. “I - I woke up and the flowers were still there.”

The sight of him is something to behold as he unabashedly stares at you, all thick muscle and intimidation that juxtapose a sly and boyish face. He could be the boy next door or the high school sweetheart with those sleepy eyes and teasing lips, yet the energy he gives off feels manipulative; vitriolic in spite of his assurance that he’s only there to help you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Caleb deadpans, cocking his head to the side and observing you with a predatory gaze. “You really need sleep, huh? You know I can help you, remember? What do you want me to do to you?”

Caleb places his large hands on your shoulders to guide you so you’re lying down, pushing you back into the bed and holding you there. He grins down at you, establishing his dominance and control with a warning in his eyes that root you to the spot and let you know that he has you exactly where he wants you. He loosens his grip on you, but you suddenly find you’re unable to move as some unknown force weighs on you and pins you down.

“But, the flowers-” You gasp as you attempt to thrash against your sudden invisible restraint and a slight panic begins to spread in the form of gooseflesh pricking at your skin. “What - Why can’t I move?”

“Shut the fuck up about the goddamn roses,” Caleb’s carefully crafted mask cracks as he hisses and slips his hands between your thighs to part them. “Pay attention to me.”

It only faintly crosses your mind that you hadn’t mentioned what kind of flowers they were when you feel him pressing his hand against you, the spike of pleasure intense and like a white-hot wire despite the layers of fabric. A whimper bubbles in your throat as he grinds his palm against you, agonizingly slow and lazy as he moves so his legs are on either side of you, caging you in from above. That unexplianable force holding you back before lets up as Caleb poses his next question.

“That’s better; are you gonna be a good girl and open your legs a little wider for me or are you gonna waste time fixating on somethin’ I never said?”

“But -”

“Yes or no, pipsqueak?” Caleb demands, using the fabric of your underwear and sleep shorts as an advantage to create a burning, barely satisfying friction on your clit. “You did summon me, after all - ‘m not gonna do anything without your enthusiastic yes.”

Does any of it really matter? What difference does it make that the roses were there when you woke up? You’ve been so tired that you’re having vivid sex dreams; anything is possible, right?

There’s no way this is actually real.

“Y-yes I want it, but what are you going to do?” You ask breathlessly, trying your best to keep your hips anchored to the bed so you don’t give him the satisfaction of desperately humping his hand.

Caleb tugs your shorts down your thighs so they’re situated above your kneecaps and unabashedly stares at your comfortable and well-loved cherry-patterned panties. There is nothing inherently sexy about them and serves more for utility over aesthetic, but he licks his lips, eyes flitting up to meet yours and swimming in intention and promise.

“My fingers won’t be enough this time, will they?” He asks, ignoring your question. “Judging by how wet these panties are, you’re gonna need someone to clean up that mess you’ve made. Fuck, you’re soaked and you smell delicious.”

“N-No, that’s so embarrassing,” You whine, scrambling to cover yourself with your hands. “Don’t look.”

“You’ve got about five seconds to remove your hands before I do it for you – don’t fucking cover yourself when I’m trying to have my meal, it’s rude.” Caleb snaps. “I think you know I can make you keep still - Or would you prefer me to tie you up?”

That thought sends a shiver down your spine and images of Caleb fucking you with his tongue as you struggle against restraints causes another flood of arousal between your thighs. Caleb smirks and presses his pointer and middle finger against you through your panties, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as he feels how wet you are.

“You like that idea, huh?” Caleb taunts, producing his fingers to show you the evidence of your arousal, the clear, thick slick stretching in ribbons and dripping down them as he spreads them.

Caleb sticks out his tongue and shoves his wet fingers in his mouth, making a show of sucking on them as a low, needy moan bubbles in the back of his throat. He never once breaks eye contact with you, even when he pulls his fingers out, his spit and your arousal dribbling down his chin. He parts his fingers and curls his tongue around each digit, shameless in his mission to show you just what he intends to with that tongue.

“Caleb, you don’t have to -”

You’re cut off as he pushes himself down between your legs and hauls them over his shoulders so he can have unblocked access. He inhales deeply, a broken and shuddery ‘fuck’ escaping his lips as he breathes your scent in.

“Gonna fuck you with my tongue until i’m drowning in you - need you to get that all over me, yeah? Make me smell like you? Fuck, you smell so good,” he’s babbling, barely making any sense, his nose practically digging into your ruined underwear.

He presses his mouth against you through your panties and you can feel his tongue, wet and insistent as he finds your clit through the fabric.

“Need it, need you so badly,” He groans and flattens his tongue against the fabric to lick up every bit of arousal that’s soaked through. “Gonna let me keep these cute little panties as a souvenir? Let me jerk myself off with them so I can stuff ‘em in my mouth and taste us together?”

His words are disgusting, depraved and downright shameful; things you’ve never heard anyone utter out loud before. The embarrassment must register on your face because he laughs, pleased with the expression and clearly getting off on scandalizing you.

“I can get more explicit if you want, since you seem to fucking love it. Aren’t you just a little freak? Everyone probably thinks you’re so innocent, but here you are, spreading that pussy for me like you’re in fucking heat - I can feel how wet you get every time I talk, sweetheart.”

Caleb pries your panties off of you just to ball up the fabric and stuff it in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself and ignoring your sputters to shove them deeper in.

“See how good that is?” He compliments you sweetly. “Gonna keep those in your mouth so I can eat this pussy in peace? Uh-huh? Gonna gag on ‘em for now ‘til I give you my cock later?”

Stinging, hot tears of frustration and arousal pinprick your ducts, this man driving you so insane you can’t think straight, let alone answer him.

“So much to do with you, so little time,” Caleb laments with his tone mocking and harsh, dramatically pretending to weigh his options. “You ever done this with anyone, pipsqueak? A simple nod or shake of your head will suffice, I know that pretty little mouth is stuffed.”

You shake your head, trembling underneath him.

“Thought so. Ever taken cock before?”

You have a feeling that he somehow knows the answer to that and just wants to see you confirm it, yet you shake your head again.

“That’s what I fucking thought. This is gonna be so fun, I can’t wait to ruin you for anyone else. You’re never going to be able to sleep with anyone again without thinking of me, isn’t that exciting? Gonna fucking ruin you. Now stay still.”

That force is back, rendering your movements null and limbs useless; spread open and at his mercy. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, desperate for some relief from the taunting.

“Awe, you’re shy? So scandalized and so shy, yet I know for a fact you’ve been thinking about me. These are your dreams, you know? This is all you, sweetheart. I can’t help that you’re this disgusting, you did it all on your own. I’m just here to help you, remember?”

He’s ruthless, mean and taunting with his pointed words that aim for a reaction. It’s dawning on you that he’s saying things just to see how you’ll take them – whether or not he can strike a chord and what makes you tick; what makes you burn. He settles between your thighs, face hovering barely centimeters away and blows hot air all over you, the sensation equal parts exciting and daunting.

With no precursor or grace, Caleb spreads your lips apart and drags his tongue through them, collecting all of the wetness there with a satisfied grunt that vibrates in delicious ways. His tongue probes your entrance, opening you up more for him and switching to his thumbs to pry your lips apart as he presses on your clit with both of his pointer fingers.

“So good,” He slurs before dipping his tongue inside of you, the wet muscle warm and sensational, making you feel a buzzing feeling you’ve never experienced before as he toys with your clit.

“Gushing all over me like a good girl, c’mon and give me some more to taste ‘cause I’m starving,” He encourages, rubbing circles into your clit and releasing his hold on you enough to let your legs clamp around his head. “That’s it, choke me with those thighs. Hey - do me a favor and fuck yourself on my tongue for me, hm? Just take what you need.”

The remaining force that’s been pushing you into the bed dissipates entirely in waves of trembles and heat, like the blood recirculating in a numb limb. You twitch under his touch as you regain movement, yet you’re still unable to thrash about as his unwavering power and dominance pins you to the spot, taking your body hostage and relentlessly exacting rapture from it despite your physical freedom.

“It really is so sweet of you to save yourself for me, pipsqueak - I’m honored. Say, you think it would make it better for you if I told you I loved you? Ooh - felt you clench a little there - you need me to tell you I love you, huh?”

You feel yourself convulsing around his fingers, beyond gone and drunk with the bliss he’s giving you that the added mix of the word ‘love’ is doing dangerous things to your psyche. The soggy fabric in your mouth serves as a gag, muffling all of your would-be moans, but it’s like Caleb can sense them even without hearing them

“Are you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my face like I asked? You can do it - I love it when you get like this, love you,” Caleb taunts, the devotion like a poison on his lips.

You don’t need him to pretend or put on a performance for you, yet the empty limerence triggers such a visceral response in your body and he can tell. He fixes you to the spot with his eyes as he continues his onslaught of licks and sucks, surprisingly gentle with the way he introduces his teeth in the form of little nibbles here and there with almost no force behind the bites. Caleb’s efforts increase with force and speed as he removes his fingers from the mix and focuses on your clit with his tongue, flicking it up and down relentlessly.

Overcome with the sensations and pleasure and desperate for the release you’ve been craving since the lasts visit, you feel your body begin to convulse; clenching around nothing and the anguishing need to have something inside of you grows and that tightly wound coil threatens to snap.

“I said to ride my tongue,” Comes Caleb’s muffled demand. “I let up on that gravity, so grind against my face and take what you need, don’t be so fucking shy about it. Here -”

He moves from between your thighs to sit back on his haunches, drinking in the picture of you trembling and pliant beneath his touch. Caleb leans forward to yank the underwear out of your mouth and you can’t be certain, but it looks as if he tucks them away.

He’s strong, forceful and all-ecompassing as he switches your positions and you’re clumsily being pulled atop his chest. He prises you further up his body so you’re hovering over his face and peers up at you from between your legs with a shit-eating smirk, seemingly at your mercy even though he’s in complete control and won’t let you forget that for one second.

He digs his fingernails into your ass, the sharpness bitingly pleasant despite the pinpricks of pain. Caleb presses you down on his face to get you started, puppeteering your body with his hands so you’re slowly grinding against his tongue. It’s a pervasive and ardent feeling - the unspoken guilt that comes with taking the pleasure you’re offered foreign and shameful - but Caleb can sense all of your feelings as soon as you feel them yourself and his grip on you strengthens. The pressure is indescribable, and when you look down, you can see that his face is completely covered in a mixture of your arousal and his saliva, glistening and the portrait of gluttonous debauchery. You whine, missing the fabric of the underwear in your mouth in some strange way so that you don’t have to hear yourself making those unabashed noises.

His hands encourage your hips and you begin to move of your own accord, throwing caution to the wind and ignoring that looming ignominy as you chase the pleasure he’s plying from you. Caleb drinks you in like his mouth is desiccated and you are an oasis, a flooding and invigorating spring so delicious and refreshing he’s possessed by the taste. He’s shameless in the way he moans against you and that would normally turn your face red, but the knowledge that you’re making him sound that way purely from suffocating him does dangerous things to your libido. He forces his tongue further inside of you, thick and so wet as your shared fluids drip from the side of his face and onto the bed in rivulets.

“That’s it – good fucking girl,” Caleb coaxes beneath you, his voice strained and almost as thirsty as you are, like his sole reason for existing is to make you come with no regard for his own physical state. “Love this, love you, love taking everything you’ll give me - just surrender to me.”

The word ‘love’ has you convulsing around his tongue, sucking it deeper into you as you writhe above him, so self-conscious but too entranced out to care. Caleb notices this, as he notices every single one of your seemingly unimportant and subconscious movements and uses his hands to press you against him so hard, it’s a miracle he can even breathe.

You come completely undone, shattering into a thousand pieces, wreaking havoc on Caleb’s face and your bedsheets with the sheer amount of slick gushing out of you. He eases you through your orgasm in an unexpectedly tender way, allowing you to finish out the wave as he gently rocks you back and forth, drawing every last bit out of you that he can. You shudder one last time until your exhaustion becomes too much to bear in spite of Caleb’s support. You scramble to get off of his face to collapse on the bed in a sweaty, wet heap, lust drunk and in a post orgasmic stupor that leaves you blind to the world. You barely register Caleb trailing wet, sloppy kisses up your body until he pries your lips open with his fingers and forces his tongue into your mouth, demanding you to taste yourself.

Caleb breaks the kiss to gaze reverently at you, a strand of spit connecting your mouths. He reaches between your legs, ignoring your overstimulated cries and gathers as much of the liquid as he possibly can before shoving two of his fingers pasty your lips and pressing them against your tongue insistently to feed it to you.

“Good fucking girl, that’s it,” He encourages tauntingly, flexing his fingers against your tongue to make you swallow around them. “So good for me. Shame, I don’t think you can handle much more tonight - you’d look prettier choking on my cock instead.”

You close your eyes as Caleb carefully extracts his fingers from your lips, gasping at the influx of oxygen. The absence of Caleb’s touch only vaguely registers in your mind, sleep creeping in and claiming you breath by breath as you feel a cool, wet terry cloth wiping at your face. The sensation trickles down your body as sleep invades it, a trail of comforting dampness stretching from your lips to your stomach, then between your legs. A small smile plays at your lips when you realize Caleb is cleaning you up – something you didn’t think existed in wet dreams. The warmth of your comforter is welcomed when he pulls it over you and serves as the final nail in the coffin of your impending unconsciousness.

“Until next time, princess,” Caleb murmurs faintly into your ear, delicately brushing your hair back from your face. “You might be my favorite human.”

Everything fades to black, Caleb’s dulcet tones echoing faintly in the recesses of your mind. You dream in color and noise, sucked deep into a realm of utmost relaxation as nonsensical blobs and indistinguishable figures flash in and out of your dreamscape. Nothing makes sense and nothing has to make sense; the contentedness to just be and observe seeping into your pores with a melting sense of familiarity.

You are so well rested and absorbed into unconsciousness you don’t wake until the afternoon, the sun hanging high in the sky; brilliantly pouring buttery light into your open window with a brightness that demands to be seen. You stretch your sore limbs, wringing the inactivity and uselessness out of them as you yawn, your senses still at arm’s length while you get adjusted to being awake.

It feels as though you remember Caleb more vividly than the first time, his achingly smooth voice ringing in your ears along with the memory of his moans and the utterly indecent words he’s singed into your mind. The cool air hits you as you shuck your comforter off, the warmth too uncomfortable. You feel a breeze between your legs, frigid and soothing as you realize your underwear are missing.

Everything else seems to be in order, you observe, as you take stock of the rest of your clothing and realize only your bottoms are missing. Thinking you’ll find the missing undergarment tangled in the bed sheets or comforter, you root around, your search ultimately fruitless when you find nothing but damp linens that make you flush when you remember the reason. Shaking off your shame, you are a newborn foal as your jelly-like legs cause you to stumble when you try to stand. You use the bed to steady yourself and right your stance, feet firmly planted on the ground as you continue your search for the missing panties.

The floor is bare; nothing out of sorts in your tidy room and the same sinking sensation you felt the last time when you realized Caleb had lied about the flowers unsettles your stomach in a disquieting dread. You yank open your dresser to pull out fresh clothes and double-check your delicates drawer to search for that missing pair and then to your disturbingly empty hamper when that’s not the case.

Maybe you’d slept walk and put it away? Perhaps they’re in your hamper? Surely they’re lying around somewhere, right? They couldn’t have gone far.

It becomes harder for you to tell yourself that you’re imagining things; that you simply misplaced the fabric even though you know you went to sleep fully clothed. It is nearly impossible to sooth the anxiety bubbling in the back of your throat as vivid images of Caleb between your legs plague your vision and you distinctly remember him extracting the sopping fabric from your mouth and tucking the ruined garment somewhere you couldn’t see.

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bbkoolkatz · 6 months ago

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𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓!

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»»————> presenting;

pairing: barbarian!prince! Katsuki Bakugo x chief!daughter! reader.

synopsis: an arranged marriage to the prince of the barbarian clan to save your kingdom from being wiped out... cliche innit. stem's off the MHA fantasy au!

content warnings: FEMALE READER! strangers to lovers! slow burn! MHA fantasy AU! adult themes! arranged marriage! sexual content! rough n gruff Katsuki! mentions of blood in a lot of scenes! rituals! dub-con in some scenes! (for caution, because y'all can't understand each other) if u're religious, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! angst! fluff! smut! WARNINGS APPLY TO ALL CHAPTERS!!! and are there to exercise caution!

updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays!

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊↓; 2.5k+ words

»»————> LORE! [you can continue without reading all this]

the barbarian clan is known for conquering any village, kingdom and/or empire. they are brutes, usually settling anything by waging war and desecrating the land.

the barbarians speak in old Norse! conversing is difficult...

Katsuki is the only son and prince of the barbarian clan.

barbarians are stronger and bigger in size than regular humans.

your kingdom is ruled by your father—called cheif instead of king—who's a big softy and doesn't see the point in things like war... he prefers to talk things out and leave casualties to a zero. even if that means marrying off his only daughter...

you are the only daughter of your father which only makes you more precious and worthy of bearing the heir of both your kingdom and their clan.

tetsugami; a huge, semi intelligent crab. [there are few now as people have hunted them down to the double digits.]

crimson dragons; giant flying lizards. [they are very friendly despite their mean looking faces & their scales are extremely valuable.]

(more coming soon)

Old Norse Alphabet;

1. A/a- Pronunciation: ah as in "father."

2. B/b- Pronunciation: b as in "bed."

3. D/d- Pronunciation: d as in "dog."

4. Ð/ð (called eth)- Pronunciation: Soft th as in "this."

5. E/e- Pronunciation: eh as in "bed."

6. F/f- Pronunciation: f as in "fox." Between vowels, pronounced as v.

7. G/g- Pronunciation: g as in "go." After certain vowels, it softens to a y sound.

8. H/h- Pronunciation: h as in "house."

9. I/i- Pronunciation: ee as in "see."

10. J/j- Pronunciation: y as in "yes."

11. K/k- Pronunciation: k as in "king."

12. L/l- Pronunciation: l as in "lamp."

13. M/m- Pronunciation: m as in "man."

14. N/n- Pronunciation: n as in "name."

15. O/o- Pronunciation: aw as in "law."

16. P/p- Pronunciation: p as in "pen."

17. R/r- Pronunciation: Rolled r, like in Spanish or Italian.

18. S/s- Pronunciation: s as in "see."

19. T/t- Pronunciation: t as in "top."

20. U/u- Pronunciation: oo as in "moon."

21. V/v- Pronunciation: Often interchangeable with f, pronounced like English v.

22. Y/y- Pronunciation: Similar to ee but with rounded lips, like French u in lune.

23. Þ/þ (called thorn)- Pronunciation: Hard th as in "thorn."

24. Æ/æ- Pronunciation: ai as in "air."

25. Ö/ö- Pronunciation: ur as in "bird" (without the r).

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𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3.5 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3.5

marriage. the best thing that could ever happen to a girl. all your life, you'd imagined being a bride; delicately decorating your hair with wild tulips, adorning your body in silver and white silk. spending the rest of your life with the person you love most.

now you're here, kneeling in front of a bonfire beside a complete stranger, cloaked in boar fur and animal skeletons, as the thick, warm blood of a lamb is poured over you. your marriage ceremony... filled with unfamiliar faces—including your now-husband—and traditions. drinking, dancing, and celebrating the union.

"nú ger hana konu þína!" a spiked-blonde woman, with an uncanny resemblance to the man kneeling beside you, announced, raising her hands in the air. you looked around confused as ever, as he leaned in, blood-stained fingers pulling you in by the back of your neck. your nose scrunched at the metallic taste of blood that his tongue shoved past your teeth. you push him away, gasping at the foreign feeling.

"hvat í helvíti, kona!?" he frowned, turning away from you, mumbling something under his breath, that you didn’t quite catch. not that you'd understand what he was carrying on about anyways...

the spiked-blonde woman—whom you guessed to be some sort of priestess or elder—shot you a sharp glare, her arms lowering slowly as she spoke in a hushed yet commanding tone. her words were incomprehensible to you, but the crowd seemed to murmur in agreement. your husband huffed, his frown deepening as he looked at you over his shoulder. you were kneeling there, with eyes pressing on you from all directions. the fire crackled in the silence, and the warmth of it did little to ease the chill settling in your chest.

two women approached you, their faces painted with intricate swirls of red and black. they tugged you to your feet without a word and began guiding you toward a tent decorated with bones, animal pelts, and dried herbs hanging from the entrance. inside, it was dimly lit by a few small lanterns. the air smelled of earth, smoke, and something sweet but unfamiliar.

they gestured for you to sit on a low stool and began pulling at your ceremonial garb, their movements quick but not unkind. your protests fell on deaf ears as they stripped you of the heavy fur cloak, wiping the blood from your skin with damp cloths. one of them muttered something, shaking her head as she scrubbed at your face. it was clear they didn't understand you either, but their disapproving looks were universal.

by the time they were finished, you were dressed in a simpler gown of rough-spun fabric, a far cry from the silks you were used to and had imagined for your wedding night. the older of the two handed you a wooden cup filled with a thick, bitter scented liquid. she pointed to it, then your mouth, her expression stern. reluctantly, you sipped it, grimacing at the taste. the woman nodded, seemingly satisfied, before they left you alone in the tent.

you sat there, staring at your hands, trying to gather your thoughts, but instead, they drift back to just a few mere hours ago...

"arranged?" you seethed in disbelief, looking at your defeated father, seated across from you at the council table, surrounded by old wrinkled elders.

"yes, daughter," he affirmed, voice devoid of emotion. "war against the barbarian clan would destroy everything we've built—"

"so they made a proposal, a very very rare one," one of the wart ridden elders interrupted-

"to make an arrangement," another continued-

"one that cannot be broken once forged," -

"a marriage,"-

"your sacrifice would save us all, child," the eldest croaked, concluding the proposal, "and as the chief's daughter, it is your duty to your people." one after the other, they all slowly turned their heads toward you, kneeling at the center of their godforsaken grey gazes.

your eyes flickered between them, their crinkled foreheads making you feel sick to your stomach as their words wrung your heartstrings. "marriage is sacred... it can only happen once. i don't know this person that you'd like me to be bound to for the rest of my life..." you snarled, stating the very obvious to those expired raisins.

"i'm afraid you misunderstood us, girl," the eldest fumed, weakly slamming his fist down, "it is arranged. you will wed the heir of the barbarian clan. that is why you have been summoned." firmly raising from his seat to intimidate you.

"that is my daughter you're speaking to, elder... as old as you are, mind your tongue." your father shifted his attention to you. "unfortunately, he is right, my dear. it's already been arranged, and you are to be wed at sundown."

dumbfounded... that's the look on your face. they we're giving you away to complete strangers... and at sundown!? despite all the colorful words that wanted to fly out your mouth, you grit your teeth and settled with a curt nod. you do have a duty to your people.

though it wasn't supposed to happen like this. it was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. you only get married once in your entire life after all.

the sound of heavy footsteps outside the tent snapped you out of your thoughts. the flap was pulled aside roughly, and your husband stepped in. his presence filled the small space, his broad shoulders and wild blonde hair almost brushing the top of the tent as his crimson eyes bore into you, a mixture of frustration and curiosity in his gaze.

he said something, his voice sharp and demanding, but you could only blink up at him in confusion. "i don't understand you," you said softly, shaking your head, as your voice trembled, despite your efforts to stay composed.

he huffed, combing a hand through his hair before pointing at you and then gesturing to the pallet of furs in the corner of the tent. his tone suggested he was giving you an order. when you didn't move, he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"leggjask. sofa." he barked, his frustration very much evident. when you still didn't respond, he crossed the space between you in two long strides, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. the roughness of his grip made you wince, but he didn't seem to notice as he guided you toward the furs. he pointed again, his expression leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated, thinking that maybe he wanted you to lie down, and slowly you lower yourself onto the makeshift bed. he stood over you for a moment, his intense gaze making your skin prickle, before he turned and left the tent without another word.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. you were alone in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers who you couldn't even get to know, married to a man you didn't understand. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes with the overwhelming thoughts, but you blinked them away, refusing to let yourself break down on your wedding night.

the two women that cleaned you up earlier came back with him, and they began to remove his furs. you quickly averted your eyes, feeling a heat crawling up your neck, as the thought of them removing more than just his cloak tainted your mind.

"nei!" the old one scolded, "Þú verður að líta!" ... why are they babbling their jibberish when they know you don't understand them... "she said, 'you must look'," the younger translated, seeing the confused wrinkle in your brows. oh thank the gods! you smiled briefly at the familiar words before coming back to your senses.

"must i?" you blush, slowly turning back to them.

"yes," she smiled, cleansing your huge husband before your eyes, "if you do not, you give chance for another woman," she carefully rubbed the damp cloth over his bloody forehead while you let the thought sink in.

"leave," you softly ordered, "I'll take care of my husband," and without hesitation she whispered to the old lady, they dropped everything and left. ain't no way you were about to let your husband be seduced away on the night of your union...

gently, you wrung the cloth of most of its water and brought it back up to his face, wiping away the dust and dried blood that covered little scars freckling his almost perfect face.

his eyes burned through your skull with his staring, slowly scanning over the curves and dips of your body as you moved. your finger danced over his skin, tracing the scar on his right cheekbone, moving down to brush past his thin lips, wiping away the remnants of dirt on his well built, chest. he seemed to relax against your touch, closing his piercing crimson eyes, and hanging his head back to let you do your work.

so soft... and smooth... the texture of his skin isn't what you expected. who would've thought that such a rough looking barbarian had the skin of a baby? would explain all the scars though. like this one running down his neck to his collarbone, and these over here trailing down his firm biceps. you almost forgot you were supposed to be cleaning him up... you've finished the upper half and tugged at the leather holding his pants up, struggling to get them undone.

a low chuckle rumbled in his throat and your eyes shot up up to his smirking face, "what's so funny?" you quiver, frowning, as he shifted to stand, undoing the leather and dropping his pants to the dirt floor. "þar," he rasped, smug at your flustered state.

having those women clean him up was starting to seem more and more reasonable now... nevertheless, you dippied the cloth in the bowl of warm water and squeezed it, before wiping at his lower abdomen. you're so adorable between his legs like that, avoiding his eyes at all costs, while you wipe your way down and around, to his back. again, your hands moved of their own accord, twitching along the scupletd bumps on his back.

he grunted softly as your fingers worked over the knots in his shoulders, his broad frame shifting slightly under your touch. emboldened by the lack of protest, you continued, pressing harder into the muscles along his spine. his head dipped forward, and a low sigh escaped his lips, sending a wave of warmth through you. he brought a large hand up to yours on his shoulders and guided you in front of him.

both your eyes reflected in each other's for a long moment before you tried to break the silence, your words sounding like nonsensical ringing in his ears. he pulled you into his chest, just holding you there in an attempt to shush you, closing his eyes as his brows pinched over them.

"what's your name?" you asked softly, your voice barely audible over the crackling of the distant bonfire. you paused, waiting for a response, but he didn't seem to react, his eyes still closed as if savoring the moment. you tried again, a little louder this time, "what is your name?" you pointed at his chest.

he peeped through his eyelids, a sliver of vermilion meeting yours with a flicker of confusion. "nafnið mitt?" he asked, the foreign words rolling off his tongue. he tilted his head, as though trying to piece together what you were asking.

you frowned, gesturing to yourself. "i'm…" you said your name slowly, pointing at your chest, then gestured to him, raising your brows expectantly.

he blinked, mildly confused, before a smirk tugged at his lips. "Katsuki," he said, his voice low and rough. he tapped his chest, meeting your eyes again. "Kat-su-ki," he repeated, in the same manner you pronounced yours, ensuring you understood.

"Ka-tsu-ki…" you tested the name on your tongue, the unfamiliar syllables feeling oddly satisfying. his smirk widened slightly, pleased that you had caught on.

you nodded, offering a small smile in return, then gestured to yourself again. "my name is…" you repeated your name slowly once more, hoping to bridge the language barrier. his brows furrowed, lips moving as he attempted to mimic the unfamiliar sounds. his effort was clumsy but endearing, and you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you.

his frown deepened at your amusement. he murmured your name under his breath a few more times, his pronunciation improving with each attempt, until he finally said it with enough accuracy to make you grin.

"that's right!" you cheered softly, nodding in approval.

he held your gaze for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before his hand came up to gently brush against your cheek. his touch was surprisingly tender, his calloused fingers rough against your skin, but warm.

"sofa," he murmured again, his tone softer this time. he gestured toward the furs, his crimson eyes watching you closely.

you hesitated, unsure if he was commanding you or simply suggesting something. this is it. you thought, heart racing, as you slowly nodded, giving him a glance over your shoulder, before crawling onto the makeshift bed.

he stood for a moment, watching as you adjusted yourself among the furs, before he joined, sinking beside your head with his weight on his palms, caging you in under him. his hair fell beautifully over his narrow, glowing eyes, his nose brushing against yours as he lowered to your quivering lips, sucking them between his, tugging at your plump bottom lip with his teeth.

footsteps thumping right outside your tent made your heart race, thinking someone was coming, but he didn't stop, nor did he care, he hiked up the thin fabric of your dress, his large hand caressing your upper thigh as he shed the leather covering his— good god... you look down and your eyes widened. he smirked and hooked the strap of your dress with a finger to pull it down, and expose your heaving chest.

"Katsuki!" the blonde woman from earlier yelled, barging into the tent, "Tak hendur þínar af henni, þú þarft at vera við ráðsafn. núna!"

"För Guðs sakar, kona!" he yelled back, moving himself off you to sit. he looked up at her worried frown... "Ek kem..." you had no idea what was happening... eyes darting between them as their words flowed out of their mouth and their hands moved in frustration as they spoke.

katsuki looked back at you, a worried expression overtaking the lustful one he had mere seconds ago. he kneeled down kissed you, then threw on his cloak and left. the woman rested a comforting hand on your shoulder, gently smiling before she too headed out, leaving you alone, following behind your husband.

»»————> 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘; <————««

❈ "Nú ger hana konu þína." - now make her your wife

❈ "hvat í helvíti, kona!?" - what in the hell woman!?

❈ "þar" - there

❈ "nafnið mitt?" - my name?

❈ "leggjask" lie down

❈ "sofa" - sleep

❈ "Katsuki! Tak hendur þínar af henni, þú þarft at vera við ráðsafn. núna!"- katsuki! take your hands off her, you need to be at the council gathering. now!

❈ "För Guðs sakar, kona!" - for gods sake, woman!

❈ "Ek kem..." - I'm coming...

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grymm-gardens · 2 months ago

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Cassandra and the Nevarran Accent

and how it is a perfect recreation of the dead Gothic language

Accidentally discovered that Cassandra Pentaghast's accent matches up flawlessly with the extinct language of the Ostrogoths, and the Visigoths of pre-medieval Europe a few years ago and many of you wanted to see my notes so ive polished them up as much as I feel like and I am blessing you all with them now

I'll start by just going over the gothic language basics and then giving some good examples of Cassandra speaking, I am not a linguistics or etymology expert by any means, I am just a dumb ass who really likes ancient languages so bear with me, and ask questions if i make no sense

Gothic Language Basics

Phonetics-

Gothic does have very similar pronunciation to other Germanic languages with a few differences from it Frankish, and roman neighbors.

I am focusing on the basic and grammar and pronunciation as well as the phonetic alphabet, Gothic had a runic alphabet so there are a few letter without direct cognates and those will be spelled as they are pronounced for convenience

Rules - E, and O are always long, I is always short, A and U have both short an long variations EI digraph pronounced as long eye IU falling diphthong as in ew AI and AU digraphs each with numerous pronunciations

Short vowels - a, aí, i, aú, u Long - ā, ē, ai, ei, ō, au, ū Diphthongs - ái, áu, iu Consonants - b, g, d, kwa, z, h, th, k, l, m, n, ya/ja, p, r, s, t, w, f, x/ks, hw Significant Phonetics and Grammar

A lack of a short o sound, shift to an au sound instead

typical pronunciation of th, as well as V and W

light emphasis on the "hwh" sound of WH

Guttural sounds on vowels a, au, o ,u, and on consonants k, g, h

partly pitch, partly stress accent (think swedish as a very melodic example, german for a more stress based example)

no switching of the v and w pronunciation as seen in some west germanic languages

no rhotic r

no evidence of the Germanic umlaut

The way that i was going to have audio of her speaking here but tumblr is being a fucking menace so you will just have listen for yourselves, but pay close attention to how you will hear inconsistent pronunciation of the short o sound as in cot, no pronounced rhotic r's, proper th pronunciation, as well as her unique stresses on many other vowels

this isnt even to mention her hallmark guttural ugh sounds which are so unbelievably consistent with gothic it makes my heart sing

Some bonus Geographical Evidence if we look at the neighboring countries and languages at the time gothic was in use we see The roman empire - heavy use of greek and latin, the Franks - origins of the french language, the saxons -an ancestors of modern germans, the britons -ancestor of modern day britain and the empire of hispania - modern day spain these match up extremely well with nevarras neighboring countries being Orlais, The Anderfels, Tevinter, The Free Marches, even the way the Antiva is seperated from Nevarra by Tevinter matches the way The roman empire is positioned bewteen the goths and hispania The direct equivilents match up as Nevarra -The Goths Tevinter -The roman empire Antiva - Hispania Orlais - The Franks Ferelden/The Free Marches - Briton/Germanic States The Anderfels - Saxony Considering how much this geography influenced the gothic language its reasonable to assume Orlais, Tevinter, The Anderfels and The Free marches should have had similar effects on nevarran language.

maps for reference

Primary source was this Gothic Grammar Guide by Joseph Wright from 1910 that was based on the king james bible translation done by 4th century gothic priest Ulfilas

#this is as digestible as i can make this without going crazy #i am doing my best #i am not an academic #cassandra pentaghast #veilguard #nevarra #dragon age #emmrich volkarin #ingellvar #dragon age inquisition #dragon age the veilguard #linguistics #gothic #i dont know wtf to tag this

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lamaery · 2 years ago

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Simply wanted to draw a Jon. It's been a while. And it felt wrong not to add a Martin. Cow-mug or cat-mug? ----------------------------- image description: Two digital potraits of Jonathan Sims ex-archivist and his Martin K. Blackwood painted in a dynamic mixture of rough, broad and thin, squiggly brush strokes. The first images shows Jon's head and upper body, sitting and reading a paperback book. His long black, salt and pepper hair is gathered in a loose knot at the back of his neck. The black beard on his jawline, pointy chin and upper lip is not very dense. Small round scars pepper the brown skin of his face, neckand the back of his visible hand. Additional there is a thick pink-white-ish line stretching across his pronounced Adam's apple. He wears a thick woolen cardigan in a deep green and rectangular glasses through which he gazed with his large, heavy lidded eyes not directly at the book in his hand, but just over the pages at something else to the left. His expression is not fully open and happy, but certainly unguarded and soft. In the shadow of the book cover which has the symbol of a green eye on his, one can make out a black ring on the middle of his left hand. Martin is depicted as a light-skinned, big, broad man with a round face and tousled, ash-blond hair. He too wears glasses, although their frames a big and much rounder than Jon's. He wears a green-blue pullover and holds two mugs in his hands, both steaming with hot tea. One mug features the cartoony face of a cat, half hidden behind the tea string and paper bit on those. The other mug has a shaggy Scottish highland cow on it and the painful pun "Cow are you?" There are soft dimples in Martin's round cheeks as he smirks mirthfully down to his right.

#jonathan sims #tma spoilers #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #tea mug #ace character #character portrait #scribbles #procreate #cow are you?#described #image described

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sexydoffyman · 1 year ago

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Could I maybe get an NSFW alphabet plz with male reader? Thanks!

NSFW ALPHABET - KÖNIG

navigation

genre: smut

characters: König

A/n: a friend pf mine pronounces his name like qwajnk.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oh boy. He doesn't really seem like it but he really fucking likes cuddles. He definitely uses his height to his advantage. (You're getting grounded, literary) He is a little self-conscious after sex. He knows he's big. He also knows he could hurt you pretty badly. Thoughts of you hating him or losing interest fill his head. He just has to grab you and make sure you stay there with him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms. You can grab on them, and it makes them seem even bigger than they already are. He likes putting you in a chokehold.

What he favours the most in you are your legs. Thighs specifically. He doesn't really have a reason for it. He just likes them. Let the man get some thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Average texture, not super thick, but also not watery. Hex - f3f5e6 Big man big load. Usually pulls out and catches it in his hand. (He doesn't want to add work by having to clean anything up) He also doesn't really want you to swallow it. He is mature he doesn't need a porn actor who will do anything to satisfy a dude. He'd rather have real sex.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't fit in a fleshlight. He's pretty embarrassed about the whole thing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's over 40. Definitely has a pretty big body count. About 27 I'd say. (counting one-night stands) He finally found someone on whom he can use his knowledge on.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning or the seashell.

When he spoons you he can put you in a chokehold, making you fight back a little. On the other hand, when he bends your legs you won't be able to fucking move.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but not a nerd kinda serious. He just doesn't speak much.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps a solid bush on there. (He does make sure to clean it properly) It is not messy. He's got a little thicker happy trail. And he's a pretty brunet down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be pretty brutal both with his actions and with his words. Or he can be soft with both. It depends on both of your moods.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This testosterone-filled man definitely jerks off. Even when you are around (Doesn't try to hide it)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being in control. I mean, can you blame him. He has the perfect body and occupation for it. Speaking of body.

Size difference. Again it just feels right.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He could fuck anywhere. Even tho he likes it the most from the safety of your bedroom he wouldn't mind a public bathroom or a friend's bedroom. He likes to be sneaky. Has never been caught once.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything.

Do anything he's hard instantly. That's why he jerks off so much.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you want it he wants it. Except threesomes. He wants you for himself. Who could blame him when he has such a pretty thing only for him. Why would he share

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. He isn't bad at giving but he can use his hands and dick way better than his mought.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough all the way. He loves to be in control and he's got all this raw strength and energy. Why not use it?

He also likes the slow and sensual. Both of you need a break sometimes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'd go for them more often, but he doesn't really want to bother you. Another reason for him jerking off a lot.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s always pulling you to the side, finding a place to make you take him. He is obsessed of holding the door to make sure no one gets in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This dude. Bruv can go as long as you can go. He will take you to the stars and back and it’ll take him only a minute to catch his breath.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not a fan of them. He’d rather have you on his dick not some plastic. He doesn’t find much pleasure in them either.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Based on his mood.

He could play with you as he holds you down.

Or he could be quick about it.

He for sure doesn’t mind teasing you. Touching your thigh is his favourite way to do so.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is dead silent. Sometimes it freaks you out. But if he finds out you enjoy the sounds he makes he will definitely try to add more of ‘em

Slight sighing when he lays his body on yours, little grunts and the occasional “fuck”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s into stalking. It doesn’t matter of it’s you stalking him or the other way around. He loves the thrill.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inches abnormaly thick. #e0ae82 base #ba7f68 tip. Slightly curved to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Boy can go anywhere anytime. Public bathroom, bed, a random fucking room. He’s always thinking of it. Hard 24/7

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to talk a bit afterwards but he will fall asleep like a baby right after he’s done.

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luigilore · 3 months ago

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hi! girl dad luigi thoughts incoming (I'm the same anon from the loveshackfancy perfumes hyperfeminine thoughts)

he's very proud of his Italian heritage so I think he'd give his daughter an Italian name but one that easily integrates well in American society. Names like Valentina, Aurora, Bianca and Stella.

Bianca Mangione has a nice ring to it ngl

his little girl is the apple of his eye and that little girl is a true daddy's girl. she looks up at him with her big brown doe eyes like he could do no wrong. he is fully aware of this, is honored to have had her unconditional love from the moment she was born and tries his absolute best to set the best example for her.

he's very big on manners so he's constantly teaching his daughter from the moment she's old enough to talk to say "please" after a request and to say "thank you" as an expression of gratitude. Teaches her to hold the door open for the people behind her, teaches her to never speak down to others and to never talk about people behind their backs. he's never going to go hard core into table manners since he never liked that as a kid but as long as she's holding her utensils, isn't leaving a trail of crumbs around the plate and isn't talking with her mouth full, he's good.

he's taking that girl to museums every other weekend. learning is a good bonding experience especially at that age. the museum of natural history (basing this off of museums in nyc) to see dinosaur remains, the Hayden Planetarium Space Show which I think they'd both be fascinated by. He'd take her to the MET to see the exhibition on Japanese kimono styles or Renaissance Art.

he's taking that girl to the library too. he'll take her the big library in the city sometimes but most of the time he'll take her to their small local library and go to the children's section to look at the little chapter books. When she accidentally yelps a little too loud, he holds up his index finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. "Bianca, we need to be quiet remember? Other people are reading, we need to be respectful" Once he's done picking out her chapter books for the month, they go to the adult science fiction/ fantasy section where he picks up a new science fiction book.

He's always holding her little hand too and his heart swells every time he hears her calling him "Daddy!" Will secretly give her sweets while they're out alone together even though you explicitly told him not to give her sweets until after dinner.

She's girly, she's playful, she's inquisitive and he's only too happy to indulge in her desire to learn everything about everything. Bianca is him but a girl LMAO

STOPPPPPP hi 🩷🩷omg this is amazing tysm for blessing us w this… i truly love ur mind 😁

i also agree about a traditional italian name esp one that he can make a cute nickname from!!!! and bianca is sooo cute stop i love it<//3 she would be a total daddy's girl from day one (which ur okay with u get it 🤗) like omg imagine her first word is ‘dada’ is luigi is SO happy and proud and videotaping and sending it to everyone but also telling you “dada” is much easier to pronounce than the “mama” sound phonetically so this is extremely common and ur like 🙂 k. but then she’s prob be babbling “mama,” like the next day… he would be soooo proud of her and would put a pic of bianca and then one of you and her together in his wallet <3 and ofc his phone lock screen .

omg yeah he def would be big on manners and she would be so sweet and his heart would swell when she's telling him about the friends she made in pre-k and the other kid she sat with bc they were eating alone!!! 🩷🩷

omg omg he would loveee taking her to museums; there's a children's one nearby that has a mini fake grocery store, fire fighter station, hospital, farm, etc, like literally everything she wants to try every single thing and he's all for it like patiently going with her and smiling and taking photos for hours.

a planetarium would be SO cool he would just love seeing her awe and her reaction to new things, seeing her experience everything for the first time. she would be very curious which did lead to quite a few messes as a toddler (the worst maybe when she got into your makeup but she just wanted to be like you :'))

omg a lot of nature and hiking maybe a picnic... just anything to get outside. lathers her face with sunscreen but then u still have to nag him about putting on his own 🙄

has always always always been reading and talking to her since she was born it's so good for her brain and speech development. the library knows the mangione's and love you guys and bianca!!! they think you're the sweetest fam ever he'll grab a book for you he thinks you'll like or a new release you mentioned you wanted to read.

she will stick her hand up to hold or both of them up when she wants to be picked up, which is often... he loves loves loves holding her. and also this would be when she's a baby baby but i feel like he would really love baby-wearing (she does too lol!!!) but he would watch you so so intently wrapping her against your chest, and help you, but one day would just be like can i do it? and then he's hooked 😭

he would just be sooooo proud of her and take being a father very seriously. he would be so involved. i agree she would remind him a lot of himself and it would make him quite emotional... ive mentioned this before but fr he would never ever tell her ‘because i told you’ or ‘just because,’ he would try to explain everything to her. <333 she'll tug on his pant leg when she has a question usually... omg just their hand size difference would be insane as she tries to swing their interlocked hands side to side :’)

#luigi mangione x reader #asks #THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU #😭😭😭😭#omg sorry for rambling

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gguk-n · 8 months ago

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Heart On The Grid (Min Yoongi x Sebastian Vettel's God Daughter!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Y/N was Sebastian Vettel's God Daughter. It came with a lot of benefits; like she practically grew up in racing. She was karting by the time she was 3 and winning races by the time she was 5. She wanted to be like Beb, she could't pronounce his name properly yet but Sebastian was and is her biggest inspirations. That's how she ended up on the paddock. All the drivers would fret and coo over her. She had the entire grid wrapped around her finger. The drivers would be at her beck and call; if Y/N was hot and uncomfortable they had ice and cold juices and ice-cream ready for her, if Y/N was cold, they would either remove their own sweaters or have an extra pair for her ready. She wasn't only her dad's princess but the entire Formula One's driver line ups.

She would interrupt most drivers during their media interviews who would just smile at her, lift her up and continue on with their interview as if it was the most natural thing. You would find a lot of old interviews of drivers with baby Y/N in their arms but as soon as she would spot her Beb, she would scream for him to come over and take her. Most drivers didn't let her off with a bit of a fight with Sebastian since they wanted to hold her. She was smart, she would talk to them like her parents talked to her; "Nando, I'm going with Beb now. I'll be okay. You do questions and then we can tuddle" she would explain slowly climbing into Sebastian arms who would be smirking at Fernando who was glaring at him.

Whenever she would be gone for school or her karting races, the paddock felt empty. There weren't random stickers stuck to their cars or extra ice-creams lying around. Even the interviewers would miss her since she would give an interview with Sebastian during media day. But most of all, Sebastian would miss his tiny shadow.

Sebastian would try to be there for her karting races as much as he could and she would always talk about Sebastian when she would be interviewed on who was her favourite driver. "So, Y/N, can you tell us who your favourite driver is?" the child interviewer asked. "It's Mark Webber, don't tell Sebastian though" she would tease while looking at him. Sebastian never took it too seriously, what pained him was she was growing up and had out grown her Beb. She wouldn't be as overtly affectionate as she was.

As she grew older, her visits to the paddock decreased with school and her interest shifting from racing to academics and then she started university. It was in University when she was pursuing her masters when she met Yoongi on her exchange programme in Seoul, South Korea. She had gone there to earn a new experience and returned with the sweetest boyfriend. Back then BTS had just started finding their footing in the industry and breaking out even in the west. With all the dating issue in K-Pop and with both their busy schedules, they kept their relationship on the down low. Sebastian was just happy his god-daughter hadn't bought some random man home.

Until one fateful day, Y/N had invited everyone to her house. Her reasoning; she wanted them to meet someone special. Both her father and Sebastian were dreading the day. Y/N cheerfully greeted her parents and Sebastian and his wife, Hannah. Her mother and Hannah were thrilled to hear that she was dating someone; and said someone was currently in the kitchen preparing the dinner. "He cooks?" her mother whispered looking at the man in the kitchen's back. "yes" she smiled looking at Yoongi lovingly. "You guys should sit down" she commented pointing at the sofa. Yoongi came out of the kitchen and greeted everyone. Sebastian and her dad were eyeing the poor boy like he had committed arson. "Hello sir. It's nice to meet you" he greeted her father. "I'm a huge fan, nice to meet you sir" Yoongi said shaking Sebastian's hand who had a vice grip on his but Yoongi just smiled and stood there.

The dinner began with out a hitch until they started interrogating Yoongi and the moment he said he lived in Seoul, you could hear the wheels in their head rotating; "Our Y/N isn't moving to Seoul. It's too far away. You can't have her, sorry, but she's ours." the two men screamed. "I'm no ones" Y/N said exasperated. "She's an adult darling, she knows what she's doing" her mother interjected. "But...but" her father tried to reason while Sebastian was shut up by his wife with a glare from across the table.

They finished the dinner without anymore interruptions. "Sir" Yoongi began looking at her father, Y/N was busy catching up with Hannah to notice, "I promise to take good care of her. She is the most important thing to me in my life. I promise to always make her happy and never let her cry. I really love your daughter. Will you let me marry her?" he asked. Both of the men sighed, they looked at each other before her father started speaking; "We can't tell her what to do, but if you really mean everything you said, then we will support her. But if you do anything to hurt her" "I will run you over with my car" Sebastian cut him off. Yoongi smiled, "Never, wouldn't even dream of it" he said.

Once everyone had filed out, at the door her father hugged her and whispered in her ear, "He's okay I guess." he lamented. "I wished you dated someone I knew so I could keep an eye on him but he's okay too I guess" Sebastian said begrudgingly as he hugged her good-bye.

Y/N had gone to South Korea to see Yoongi off for his military enlistment. It was the night before he was supposed to start and the pair were laying in each others embrace as Y/N peppered kissed once in a while across his face. "I love you" she stated. "I love you too" he replied suddenly sitting up. "Y/N, you make me the happiest I've ever been. I didn't think someone else could make me feel this way other than music. Will you do me the honour and marry me?" he asked now on his knee. She was in tears and could only nod. Yoongi slipped the beautiful ring on her finger and pecked her lips. "I love you. Can't wait to spend forever with you" he stated in her embrace. "me neither" she hummed as they stayed like that for a little longer since when the sun rose Yoongi would be gone, fulfilling his duty.

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I had some free time and tried to figure out a bit more about Old Cybertronian.

First, the alphabet is just a cypher for the English alphabet. Very fun for finding cute hidden messages, but not useful for finding the sounds each letter makes (unless you assume they’re pronounced like their English alphabet counterparts, which I do not).

Most of the examples of spoken Old Cybertronian in the comics is spoken by fluent speakers (like Vos and Cyclonus). As a result, their dialogue isn’t much help for phonetics either. However, we do get a bit of an insight when Cyclonus attempts to teach Tailgate a song. Mispronunciations in the dialogue of new speakers can give an understanding of which sounds a new speaker familiar with the descendant language might not be able to distinguish. These mistakes might mean the sounds of those letters are similar.

The song fragment we see Cyclonus teach can be deciphered as “I’VE GOT MY OWN” (Old Cybertronian doesn’t seem to have an upper and lower case). Tailgate’s first attempt is deciphered as “I’VE GOQMY RWN” (spacing is true to speech bubble). From this, we can see two things: 1) the “T” and “Q” sounds are easily conflated by new speakers, and 2) the “O” and “R” sounds are as well.

The “T” and “Q” conflation doesn’t seem to be that odd to me. In English, they’re both unvoiced aspirates made by blocking the flow of air through the mouth; the main difference is the location of that block (front of the mouth/teeth for “T,” back of the mouth/soft palate for “Q” and “K”). Though we don’t know what it would sound like, from this we can assume Old Cybertronian has at minimum one, likely more, distinct unvoiced aspirates.

“O” and “R” is different. It seems a little unusual for a vowel to be understood as a consonant… UNLESS that vowel is actually the result of a language that places greater emphasis on the voicing (movement of the vocal chords during pronunciation) of the consonant instead of viewing the consonant and vowel as distinct sounds. Perhaps, then, what readers might understand as an “oh” sound (like in “own”) is actually an “rrh” sound with voicing before it.

I think this focus on consonant sounds, their placement in the mouth/throat, and their voiced/unvoiced qualities makes sense for Old Cybertronian. Other examples of the language in the comics that don’t use the Old Cybertronian alphabet are almost always a string of consonants. On top of that, these sounds might be more easily replicated across Cybertronians with significantly different facial structures (lacking lips, animal heads, hollow cheeks, etc) by replacing them with more metallic sounds. Unvoiced, unaspirated stops could be made by tapping parts of the faceplate together. Aspirates are the same with a short burst of ventilation. Certain kinds of voicing could be made by rumbling engines, etc. We know there’s some kind of screeching and groaning involved, we just don’t know where or by what means

I couldn’t easily find more examples of characters learning Old Cybertronian, but if there are more, I’d love to see them! I’d like a larger sample pool to more accurately guess what it might sound like in real life.

Please feel free to share your thoughts!

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songmingisthighs · 2 years ago

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how ateez treats your child

group : ateez

pairing : ateez (individual) × single mom!reader

genre : fluff

wc : 3 k

warning : children. children are walking warning signs.

a/n : this cancelled my sleep so there's that </3

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hongjoong

The door of your apartment opened and in comes your son squealing happily for you, almost running inside until Hongjoong stopped him to take his shoes off first. As Hongjoong helped him, he was grinning widely at you who walked over to meet them halfway, "Hi mommy!" He called, finally able to rush to give you a huge hug once his shoes were completely off. "Hiya, bud! How was your day with Hongjoong?" Though you asked him, Hongjoong beat him to answering, "We had a great time! Little buddy here mastered the C, D, G, and A chord on the piano!" He boasted as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pecking your lips gently making your son gag before rushing to put his backpack in his room.

You both separated momentarily and you cupped your boyfriend's face, "Seriously Joongie, thank you so much for picking him up from school, I swear I would've done-" Hongjoong stopped your rambling by planting another soft peck on your lips with a chuckle, "Hey, I told you we had a great time. I finally found someone who wouldn't complain sitting in my studio for hours on end and you can't take that away from me," teased, poking fun at the times you complained about him needing a break from his work.

Just as you were about to shower him with more affection, your son returned to push Hongjoong away with all his might. "My turn to hug mommy!" He said after he managed to unlatch Hongjoong from you. Feeling challenged, Hongjoong pulled him away just as he was about to wrap all four of his limbs around you, "No way, I spent the day with you now I want time with my girlfriend." Hongjoong knew how jealous your son can be because he too is a jealous man. So as expected, your son screeched and began to try to get Hongjoong as far away from you as he could. But of course, Hongjoong retaliated, using your son's socks clad feet to carefully push him just enough so he'd slide away from you while you stood there both confused and amused at their shenanigans.

seonghwa

On Saturdays, you'd usually spend the morning catching up with your friends and knowing this, Seonghwa made sure to sleep over on Fridays as often as he could to help care for your daughter (which is crap because he's always at your place anyways). Unbeknownst to you, he and your daughter had bonded beyond your imagination. Not that you were surprised since Seonghwa had spent years taking care of a group filled with 5 year olds, your own 5 year old must've been easy to take care of.

When you came back from your brunch, you were surprised to find Seonghwa and your daughter by the dining table, your daughter standing on a chair and Seonghwa close to her side, looking absolutely serious. They had their arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed as they stared at the 10 plates of cake in front of them. It was honestly an adorable sight because for some reason, you saw how they looked so similar.

"Am I interrupting something?" You chuckled as you approached them. Seonghwa welcomed you by wrapping an arm around your hip and kissing the side of your head as youe daughter answered, "Hwahwa and I are food testing again! Today's theme is bakery we can't pronounce!" She grinned widely before returning to glare at the cakes. "Aaaaaand why are you guys only staring at these cakes?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Seonghwa sighed and shook his head, "We can't decide where to start so we're trying to rank them from the prettiest first before actually sampling them," Seonghwa explained. "And it's such a hard decision!" Your daughter groaned and dramatically leaned on Seonghwa for support. Reciprocating, your boyfriend also faked a cry, turning around to let you go in favour of hugging your daughter, "We are stuck in a dilemma!" "Well, whatever you guys decide to do, better do it fast before the ants tries the cakes first," you sighed before retreating to change, leaving your boyfriend and your daughter to go back to... whatever activity they were doing.

yunho

Babysitting was something Yunho didn't expect to do for his girlfriend. Then again, he didn't expect that he'd be dating a single mom. Luckily, you had the most precious daughter that just melt Yunho's whole being and he loves her so much that he didn't consider babysitting as babysitting anymore.

As he was washing the dishes after eating the food he got for him and your daughter, he heard the soft pitter patter of her tiny feet and then he felt soft tugs on his sweatpants. Without abandoning his task, Yunho looked down at the girl with a gentle smile, "Yes, peanut?" She giggled happily, liking the nickname a lot. "Can you teach me how to dance?" She asked, tilting her head to the side like the most adorable puppy ever. Yunho grinned widely because he had always wanted to impart some of his knowledge to someone and the most imparting he had done was turning his little brother to a gaming nerd. After wiping his hands with a rag, Yunho crouched down to the girl's level (as best he could because even when crouching down, the tiny girl only reached his chin), "Okay then, what dance do you wanna learn?"

Your daughter decided that she wanted to learn Bouncy which wasn't even in the list of dances Yunho offered her as he thought it would be too hard for her. But she was adamant, shaking her head so hard that her pigtails almost came loose. But to Yunho's pleasant surprise, the girl was amazing. She picked up the choreography smoothly in 3 tries. Sure, Yunho had to simplify certain parts but she got most of the choreography down. He couldn't help but takw a video of them dancing together and sending it to his groupmates, parents, and even you, captioning it 'look at me and my peanut ♡'.

yeosang

It was a casual day which was rare for both you and Yeosang. Since your life has been so hectic, you decided to stay in with your son who decided he wanted to use the time he had to finish his homework. Yeosang and he had been friendly with each other but they were not close (yet) as they haven't spent much time together nor have they found anything in common. But you were hopeful.

You and Yeosang were cuddled on the couch as the TV played a drama that you and he wanted to watch while your son sat on the floor with his homework spread open on the portable desk. "I'll be right back sweetie," you told Yeosang, patting him on the thigh before walking away to go to the bathroom. At first, Yeosang only paid attention to the tv but from the corner of his eyes, he could see your son looking around for you every so often, lips pouting and hand scratching his head which indicated that he was stuck on his homework. For some reason, Yeosang found it in him to be the first one to make the move, "Hey there buddy, what homework do you got there?" He asked, catching your son by surprise. For a moment, your son could only look back and forth between the homework and Yeosang, hesitating. Yeosang was about to tell him that he didn't have to share when your son grabbed his book and walked over to Yeosang on his knees and dropped the book on Yeosang's lap, "It's math but I don't know how to do this," he said sadly, gesturing to the opened page. Yeosang grinned widely and his chest puffed with pride, "Well, lucky for you, I'm a math wiz! Come on, let's solve this together."

When you came back, you saw Yeosang had situated himself next to your son on his portable desk, teaching him how to solve the equations that he was stuck on and he was conversing with the boy so well. He allowed the boy to try and solve the equation and gently letting him know where he was wrong. They were so immersed that they hadn't realized you returning to your seat as they took a break to play the multiplication game, evem teasing each other when the other took too long to answer.

san

San loved kids and it showed with how he actually volunteered on babysitting your son as you go on a business trip. At first you were worried because your son had never been away from you to be in a place that's not your home. But San convinced you that it was fine, he was fine with spending time with his best bud and if it wasn't for the great bond they had, you wouldn't have been able to leave your baby to tend to your responsibilities.

"Say bye to mommy!" San urged your son who was sitting on his lap wearing his beanie. "Bye mommy! I miss you!" Your son said as he waved his hands to the camera while San did the same, throwing lots of air kisses your way before hanging up. As soon as the call ended, your son went back to watching San played a game. "Is that uncle Yunho?" He asked, reaching forward to point at a character on the screen. San grinned widely and pat the boy on the head gently, "That's right, bud! You're starting to understand the game, don't you?" They spent another hour like that, San playing the game with Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho as your son ask him questions and eventually even tried a round (to which he died within 30 seconds and San had to hug and reassure him that he'd teach him how to play better and in time, he might be great).

Without realizing, as it was his habit, San started singing random songs that popped into his head. The crisp sound of keyboard and mouse clicking paired with San's honey voice proved to induce sleep in your son as his eyes drooped low and his eyelids fluttered ever so gently before closing. It took a while for San to realize that your son had been quiet, only leaning on his sturdy chest. When he looked down, San almost squaled at just how adorable your son looked sleeping so comfortably; one of his eyes covered by the beanie that had shifted, his mouth agape, and his body completely relaxed comfortably in San's lap. Carefully, San took a selfie of him and your son, changing the picture to his homescreen before shutting the game and bringing the boy who wrapped his arms tightly around San's neck when San lifted him up to the bed so he could sleep soundly. Even then, your son refused to let go of San, holding onto two of San's fingers as he dozed off to dreamland where San soon followed.

mingi

Kids were something Mingi wanted in the future. He knew he wanted to have his own but he knew that he's going to have to learn and practice before actually having one. Which was a predicament considering he's dating someone with a 3 year old daughter. But she's just the most precious thing ever that Mingi pushed his insecurities away to dote on the princess.

Like now, Mingi found himself unable to peel away from your bed where your daughter was napping. He was mesmerized at how adorable she looked with her tiny tiny snores and absolute relaxed expression. "Mingi, baby, you're going to wake her up if you keep staring at her like that," you said, poking your boyfriend on his shoulder for him to simply wave you off, "No I won't, I promise. I'm just trying to understand how she's so absolutely adorable like a tiny tiny marshmallow," he squeaked in utter adoration. You couldn't help but smile and rolled your eyes at how whipped Mingi was for your daughter but you couldn't blame him. "Well, I'm going to go the convenience store because the little princess is going to want her yogurt when she wakes up and we're out. So you try your best to not eat this tiny tiny marshmallow," you teased him before leaving the room and the apartment.

After a while, Mingi felt a little thirsty so he carefully got off the bed and went to the kitchen. He was just taking his first gulp when he heard soft whimpers and sobs coming from your room. Immediately, he put the glass down and rushed to the little girl who was sitting up on the bed, sniffling because she thought she was left alone. When she heard Mingi came in, she immediately reached both hands towards him, asking to be picked up. "Minnie," she whimpered with trembling bottom lip. Without thinking, Mingi scooped the girl up in his arms and started calming her down while she clung on him for dear life. "Don't worry princess, Minnie's here, Minnie's got you," he repeated, smiling to himself when he heard the girl calming down as she nuzzled her face on his shoulder, finally content.

wooyoung

Initially you hesitated dating Wooyoung because you have a daughter. A 4 year old daughter who is your whole life and the very reason you hesitated being in a relationship. But when you found Wooyoung who absolutely adored your daughter, you knew you made the right choice taking the leap.

Usually, the men you date would make you leave your daughter at your friend's or with a babysitter or even with your parents by guilt-tripping or bluntly stating that they didn't feel comfortable with your kid. Not Wooyoung though, not at all. He's the type to want to take your daughter on your dates, even going as far as planning the date around your daughter. You couldn't forget her face when Wooyoung took her to the fox cafe, seeing them both running around the place and somehow blending in with the animals. That day, Wooyoung came home with 137 nee pictures and videos of your daughter going nuts over the animals. Since then, they were insepparable.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up my daughter," you smiled at the receptionist of the daycare who stared at you in confusion. "I-I'm sorry, but someone already came in for your daughter," she said, causing your eyes to bulge out in panic, "What? Who? Why would you let a stranger take my child?" Your voice was getting louder which scared the poor receptionist. "I-I'm sorry ma'am it-it's just that, your daughter called him papa so I-" "Papa? Who-" just as you were about to continue, your eyes saw a very familiar figure holding your daughter in his arms, happily talking. Wooyoung's eyes met yours and he momentarily paused, realizing that he got caught "kidnapping" your daughter. Just as you were about to call for him, Wooyoung grinned widely and pointed at you which caused your daughter to turn in his arms and beamed. "Now, say bye bye to mama!" He teased but your daughter did as she was told anyways, waving at you happily saying bye bye before Wooyoung whisked her away without any care, casually walking out of the daycare as if you weren't frozen in your spot, looking at them leaving just like that.

jongho

Jongho knew what he got himself into when he agreed to date you, knowing full well that you have a son. He didn't really care about whether or not you have a child but he grew very fond of the boy rather quickly. How can he not? The boy seemed to take a liking to Jongho to the point that he idolized the man. Especially Jongho's strength.

The three of you went out for a picnic because it was such a beautiful day and your son remembered Jongho saying that he should be out when the sun is out. As he was helping you take food out, he noticed the boy was doing the same, even taking glances at how Jongho was doing things. It was absolutely adorable. Suddenly, Jongho stood up and reached for a bag to produce a soccer ball. "Hey, bud," he spun and tossed the ball in his hands and you could see your son getting so hyped up, super excited, "Wanna learn how to play soccer?" Jongho asked. Seeing as your son basically had sparkles in his eyes, you could only roll your eyes playfully and shoo them off to play so you could FINALLY set the food up in peace..

They chose a spot not too far, somewhere you can still keep an eye on your son but still relax in the shady area with your book. Jongho and your son were having a blast being active together. The boy was thrilled to have been given personal coaching from the guy he admired most and Jongho was experiencing the joy of mentoring a child who looked up to him as much. "There you go, buddy! That's it!" Jongho cheered when your son managed to kick the ball with a running start. Unfortunately, once the ball was kicked, he tripped and fell on the grass. Just as you were about to rush to him, you saw Jongho rushing at the boy who had tears brimming in his eyes and a quivering bottom lip, frozen on the ground not knowing what to do. Without hesitation, Jongho pulled the boy up and hugged him tightly in his strong arms, "I'm so proud of you, buddy! That was such a good kick!" Jongho was hoping that by reminding him of his achievement, your son wouldn't focus much on his fall which thankfully happened. When your son pulled away from Jongho's hug, he was giggling while wiping the tears away with his arm, nodding shyly. "Do you think you can do that again after we eat something?" Jongho asked as he adjusted the boy before swooping down to grab the ball on the ground and walking towards where you were. You've never seen your son so excited talking about anything to anyone and frankly, you couldn't be more glad that it was Jongho who made him so.

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teddywook · 10 months ago

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cranberries ꨄ anton lee

warnings. shyboy!anton x noona!reader. sweet loser anton because i'm on my period and i'm soft. reader is sohee's older sister. anton's pov.

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the laughter that came from my lips gets stuck in my throat. i feel my heart beating so hard, I'm almost afraid it will end up bursting out of my chest.

i see you enter to the house party with that beautiful smile adorning your face, your silky hair sways with your walk and several eyes rest on your silhouette. i wanna be like those boys, with the courage to look at you freely and get closer to you, but i can't push away the tendril of bitterness that feeling unworthy of you generates in me. so i look away. fearing that you will catch me looking at you.

i know i look like a fool looking at you with so much admiration and i don't want you to notice it. i have enough humiliation every time my words stumble in your presence.

you approach where i am. i hear your brother greet our friends followed by your sweet laughter at some joke from seunghan. feeling jealous of him and his witty outgoing and confident personality

your eyes connect with mine and in a second they have me trapped in a spell. your soft voice pronounces my name in a greeting and then you smile at me, looking at me with eyes full of sweetness and i don't know how to react beyond a nervous smile and a whisper of a voice that is barely a decent response.

your brother has gone with seunghan to look for eunseok or sungchan, knowing that they will allow us to consume something stronger than cranberry juice and mineral water. so i'm left alone with you, trying my best not to go crazy in the process.

you poke my cheek in a loving gesture, and although i know it's mere big sister affection, my heart swells and lashes out even harder against my chest. i've found myself in this situation before, longing for you to see me as a normal guy who could spark a love interest in you. and not just as your little brother's best friend.

"my sweet tony always so cute~"

and there it is, your affection directed in expressions that make me feel small. a helpless and vulnerable boy who will never be man enough for you to look at him as such.

ain't your fault tho.

you have no idea the rollercoaster of emotions you provoke in me.

i am much taller than you, but you make me feel so small and defenseless in your presence that shyness engulfs me every time i am around you.

my senses are clouded, time seems to stop and i can only watch you cowering in my place. the sweet smell of your perfume surrounds me and your eyes on mine steal my breath.

if you only knew. if only you would let me love you... if only i had the courage to tell you how i feel about you.

noona... if you knew the effect you had on me, you'd probably laugh at what a pathetic lovestruck teenager i am. feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach, turning into a sweaty, clumsy mess whenever you're around me. a smile from you, a word, a gesture, a touch of your hand.

you have me in the palm of your hands and you are not even aware of it.

i know that i'm younger than you. i know i'm inexperienced compared to those guys you've dated before. every time i try to make a move or ask you out my tongue trips. shame consumes me and i'm not able to do it.

and then you are standing here, still looking at me with those eyes that burn my soul, your fingers make a path towards my face and i freeze in place, looking with trembling eyes.

i feel your soft caress on my cheek, your skin against mine, the lines of your fingers are soft but feel like embers burning me.

"please bend over a little, tony, can you?"

my body reacts before processing what you said, in a second my knees are bent and my face is level with yours. kinda pathetic the way my body is always reacting to you? maybe. that's the kind of power you have over me

your fingers pass to my forehead and ruffle my bangs a little. and then both hands rest on my cheeks and cradle my face.

"so handsome, as always"

i hear your bubbly laugh as you notice my expression, i sure look like an idiot. you say things like that to me all the time, but i don't think i'll ever get used to it. because, coming from you. the most beautiful girl in this fucking world... they break my brain and i speak before i even think clearly.

the words leave my mouth like a messy, meaningless noise. you look at me with a slightly confused expression but amused at my clumsiness.

"noona... so beautiful..."

i barely manage to formulate, and i'm about to give myself a mental slap when i see you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a blush staining your cheeks.

the image is deliciously captivating and makes me weak. but it feels like a victory in my books, and even though it's a small one, still being a victory. and it gives me a little courage.

i bring my hand to your face, it being my turn to caress your cheek. i delight in the softness of your skin and give you the most stable smile i can, rising to my normal height and towering over your noticeably smaller body than mine.

your eyes scan my face in detail and i feel like they can see right through me. if eyes are the windows to the soul, then mine should be transparent crystals towards the sea of burning fire that fills my chest. yours are of a beautiful color that keeps me awake, and as bright as stars that make me feel as if i were floating and flying beyond the sky.

you open your mouth and i catch the sigh that leaves your lips, your eyes sparkle and the air thickens around us. i feel the electricity run through the back of my neck and my lungs contract.

you take my hand gently, as if asking my permission, and like the docile child that i am, i melt into your touch. and again it is you who has complete control of the situation.

you gently caress the back of my hand —which is still on your cheek— as you move closer to my body. your hands go to the collar of my shirt and draw me to you, your eyes full of a fear that confuses me, makes me feel on the edge of the abyss.

"tell me you don't love me and i'll stop. i've been waiting for you for so long that i feel like i'm going crazy with every second that passes. but if there's a chance, please... i just want to hear that you love me as much as i love you".

i wanna ask you what's going on, because i'm not sure i heard correctly. but before i can say anything, your body sticks to mine and our mouths collide with each other.

a tidal wave of emotions shakes my body when i feel the softness of your lips on my slightly open mouth, the sweet acidity of the cranberries melting on my tongue and making me feel dizzy. my mind goes blank for a second and my body remains static without moving. by the time i start to understand what's happening, you slowly stop kissing me.

your eyes, now bright with disappointment, burn my skin. but it's a different burning, it's not warm.

it's heartbreaking and hurts like hell.

when you are about to walk away my instinct screams. my body reacts and attracts you to me, locking you into my arms.

your face buries in my chest, fear shakes me and i'm unable to think of anything. before i can say a word, your face rises, tears threaten to come out of your eyes and my heart screams at me to be brave.

then i kiss you, my arms go around your body almost as if i'm afraid you might disappear, but i loosen my grip when i feel your hands try to hold me down. so i let them go on their way and they climb up to encircle my neck.

my hands go to your waist and surround it, resting on the curve that joins it to your hip.

i feel like i'm flying on the cloud nine.

the bomb of sensations explodes in my mind and makes me hallucinate. the world disappears, there're no people, there's no noise or anything around. it's just you and me. here and now.

and when that kiss ends, your eyes look at me, your face still millimeters from mine. with your voice suffocated and full of truth and sweetness as always when you speak to me, you pronounce the words that i have dreamed of hearing for so long.

"i love you, anton. i know that i am older than you, that you surely have a bunch of girls behind you who are more beautiful and better for you. but i really love you. and i would really like you to see me as more than just your best friend's older sister"

i want to respond that i also love you, from the moment i met you and until the last day of my life. that don't care about the age gap, that there's nobody else i want more than you by my side.

but the laughter of our friends breaks our little bubble and we are once again in a loud and crowded party.

"finally lovebirds, i was beginning to believe that you would never confess to each other"

seunghan and sungchan laugh at eunseok hyung's comment. i feel the heat rise up my neck and ears. my eyes roam over our friend's faces. i turn to face you, you look as confuse as me and then sohee talks.

"literally everyone knew that you liked each other except you both. it was a torture"

sohee doesn't seem bothered that i like her older sister and that makes me feel better. but the guys' laughter reminds me that i still stick to your body like a puppy.

i feel like a child being caught by his parents and i become tiny and nervous again. your arms pull me into a hug and you hide my face in the crook of your neck as you stroke my hair and yell at our friends to stop making fun of me.

i want to tell you that i love you too, even if it's in a whisper. but the kiss you leave on my head makes me understand that you already know.

so i hug you and inhale the sweetness of your perfume.

suddenly i'm not so ashamed of my shyness.

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