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big ole bear paws grabbing at ye sweets
#hello hands#hello veiny hands#girl is it that serious no one is taking those pastries away from you you dont have to be so intense about it#man had such a strict diet now that hes allowed sweets again hes going all in#YOINK#no one take that away from him i think he'll start growling#oh forsy sweetheart have all the sweets you want youve earned it <3
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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CAUGHT IN BETWEEN kim chaewon & huh yunjin
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🧋★ ͘ ⴰ IFHY chaewon’s scandal
LESSERAFIMS KIM CHAEWON BAD ATTITUDE?
KIM CHAEWON BAD LEADER?
SHIPPERS BETWEEN LESSERAFIM’S YUJIN,YN AND CHAEWOM CAUSE WAR.
KIM CHAEWON JEALOUS OF HER HIT MEMBERS YN AND YUNJIN ?!
those were the headlines and more the day after the MMA’s and chaewon didn’t know what to do, the groups manager was blowing up her phone, she hasn’t even left her room, she felt like shit.
chaewon pulls her fuzzy blanket over her and takes a look at her lock screen, a photo of you and her when you both were in iz*one you both had pink hair.
she lets out a deep sigh, she knows that this whole situation is partly her fault, what was she thinking? letting her emotions get the best of her like that.
it’s just it’s like you and yunjin are together 24/7 now and you barely hang out with her one on one these days, it’s always been you and her, so why is it starting to feel like it’s you and yunjin.
chaewon knew not to let fans get to her head, but when she was in iz*one they’d ship you and her all the time, you both were the most convincing ship in the whole industry but now that she’s in lesserafim all the fans do is talk about you and yunjin.
she knows that sounds childish but can you blame her? she’s still getting used to not being in iz*one and being in another group with a whole different dynamic but you seem to be doing just fine.
she hears a knock on door and groans, “come in.” her gaze catches sakura peeping her head through the door. “since our managers couldn’t get a hold of you, they contacted me, the car is waiting for you outside you have a solo mandatory meeting.” and with that she closes back the door.
a meeting? gosh this really is serious.
chaewon reluctantly drags herself out of bed and puts on some clothes, she doesn’t even bother brushing her hair.
she leaves her room and walks into the living room to see you and yunjin sitting on the couch, she freezes when you both look at her, oh the atmosphere is so different, she can feel the sour mood radiating off yunjin but is caught off guard when you smile at her.
“you ready?” you ask getting up from the couch and walking towards her.
“um.” she takes another look at yunjin only to see that the girl isn’t even looking at her but at her phone. “I thought it was a solo meeting.”
“it is but I just want to go for the ride.”
with that you both make your way to the car, the mood is so awkward, she doesn’t like it, things are never awkward between you guys, your probably the person she’s comfortable with most.
sometimes she regrets agreeing to becoming the leader, she wouldn’t have all these responsibilities and she would be able to hang out with you more and not have to worry about yunjin.
it would be like old times she wonders if yunjin would say yes to being some kind of co-leader ? then she can put all the responsibilities on her and spend time with you.
“you okay?” your voice is what snaps her out of her thoughts, she snaps her head at you and nods.
“yeah, yeah im fine.” she replies dismissively.
you give her a pointed look, “are you sure? this whole thing is so crazy right? how about after your meeting we go to a café and we can get your favourite pastries.”
chaewon heart warms at your words, the way you can still be so positive with a situation like this amazes her, that’s what she loves about you the most, you always know how to cheer people up.
that’s it, there’s no way in hell she’s letting yunjin take away all of your attention, take away her yn.
“sounds great.” her heart speeds up when she feels you take her hand. “I just gotta question chae, were you really rolling your eyes at me and jen ?”
she stares at you for a second before letting the lie come out of her mouth.
“no.”
LESSERAFIMS CHAEWON SITUATION ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING?
KIM CHAEWON COMES OUT WITH A STATEMENT TOWARDS THE ALLEGATIONS EXPLAINING SHE WAS ROLLING HER EYES BECAUSE OF HER EYE CONTACTS.
STANS TREND “APOLOGIZE TO CHAEWON” ON TWITTER.
★☆.
— chaewon getting a bit obsessive!? this is just a little insight inside chaewon’s head should a do one with yunjin? just letting y’all know chaewon got a lot of things up her sleeve (be scared)
#le sserafim#lesserafim x reader#yunjin#yunjin x reader#huh yunjin x reader#chaewon#huh yunjin#yunjin imagines#kim chaewon x reader#kim chaewon#chaewon x reader#chaewon imagines
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Ranpo & Kyoka + "you're a VIP now"
kyouka izumi struggles to find her footing in a world that has moved on without her. it is a simple fact, and one that ranpo had seen plainly the first time he'd met the girl. pushed to her limits, stuck in the past, harboring the guilt of a soldier and the hands of a girl.
even now, under the agency's guidance, she has something to prove. that she belongs here. that she deserves their kindness and their forgiveness and that she can overcome the blood on her hands. really, her guilty conscience has a habit of getting on ranpo's nerves, but that can be said of most things. can't she see that everyone has already forgiven her? that there is nothing to be guilty for, that things were out of her control?
either way, some days are better than others. some days kyouka spends at the cafe down the street that ranpo likes and she sits to talk to the cashier and the butterflies that fly low through the garden; some days she spends sitting by atsushi's desk, bunny tucked into her arms like she can still see the blood fukuzawa managed to wash out of it.
it is not one of the good days.
and really, ranpo just needs to get some snacks at the corner store, maybe visit the bakery yosano has been raving about if he has the time (and he always does). there just happens to be no one else available to take him, and kyouka just happens to be having a very bad day.
it's a quiet walk to the corner store, close as it is; ranpo likes to fill the silence with chatter, but chatter has a tendency of stressing kyouka out more than she already is. like it's just background noise if she doesn't have the chance to tune in, the world moving too fast around her; ranpo understands the sentiment, kind of, in the completely opposite way.
the garden by the cafe is actually the owner's personal garden, and as such, it doesn't allow public visitors, at least not for the last few months. however - fukuzawa solved a case (ranpo did, really) for them a few months back, and the agency is owed a favor.
"you know," ranpoe starts, throwing his arm out flippantly to catch kyouka's attention if his voice didn't already. he walks right past the entrance to the corner store, the slight chill to the wind hitting his skin. "I changed my mind. I don't want those trashy chips. I want a muffin!"
"where would you like to get a muffin, ranpo-san? there are several suitable locations in the area," kyouka begins, ever-serious, unable to celebrate her youth in the way she should.
"the cafe, of course," he smiles, pointing a crooked finger - crooked from being broken many times over, of course, yosano's ability can't solve some things - to the cafe kyouka frequents.
she nods, bunny still held tight in her arms, and swiftly sets off the cafe with ranpo in tow.
the cafe is cute, quaint, and filled with little pastries. it's not quite ranpo's favorite the pastries aren't sweet enough, the filling is a little grainy, and frankly the prices are ridiculous, but oh well. he'll accept his strawberry danish with a flourish and a smile anyway, kyouka's pastry also in his arms, and whisk them both away toward the backdoor.
something kyouka is clearly nervous about, but she doesn't comment on the matter.
people recognize ranpo when he walks in; they usually assume he has a mission or a purpose, and it's incredibly rare that people stop him from doing what he'd like to do. such is the life of the best detective in the city (nay, the world)!
"the butterflies," ranpo starts, bumping open the door to the garden with his hip, the door swinging open and the nearby bugs startling at the sound. the greenhouse keeps the garden well-watered and incredibly humid, but oh well. "are quite pretty, don't you think? you can watch them while you eat!"
kyouka, obligingly, sits cross-legged on the ground, as there is no seating out here. bunny in her lap and crumbs of pastry across her mouth, she observes the critters and bugs with rapt attention as they move around the garden.
eventually, she turns, wide eyes turned back on ranpo. "why?"
"why what?" ranpo asks, wiping his own crumbs off on his sleeve.
"why are we here? it's not open to the public," she says, but takes her gaze off ranpo soon enough to what is actually interesting to look at.
ranpo shrugs, sitting cross-legged next to her. "you're with me. that makes you a VIP, doesn't it?"
"what does that mean?"
"er - VIP? very important person! and you're with me, so you're VIP now!"
"oh," is all she says, but she says it with a small smile, watching the butterflies, and when she's finished with her snack, she doesn't go back to clutching her bunny like her life will go back to the way it was if she stops for just a second.
it's nice to see her be a kid again. it's nice to help with her. ranpo's been in her place - he wouldn't wish it on anyone, after all.
#fic.txt#ranpo edogawa#kyouka izumi#sorry response is late I got EEPY last night and I wanted to go to BED and then I got distracted by crochet lol#edit: what do you MEAN this is 875 words...
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Things I've Written
idk how vital this is, but in case anyone's curious about the stories I've posted and don't feel like browsing my galleries, here's a quick rundown.
1. Everyone's Feeding You: By far my most popular piece. My first foray into second-person smut. You (assumed femme) have recently noticed people treating you a bit differently lately. Like, weirdly hospitable and giving with their food. And the endless gluttony maaay be having an effect on you. No explicit sex, just feedee vibes. Excerpt: "There were donuts in the breakroom the other day, and of course you took one. But then, back at your desk, your coworker offered you theirs—gave some excuse about having a big breakfast. And you took it, as though your girlfriend hadn’t made you a monstrous omelet that morning. And then, seeing that, your other coworker put half of their donut on your desk and said they were trying to watch their weight. And as you stuffed more jelly pastry into your already-full stomach, you couldn’t shake the thought: they were treating you like the fat girl of the group. Everyone was." 2. Calories and Kink: A long one, posted chapter by chapter. 17 are up so far (as of 5/31), but it will have an ending. Anthro furry stuff. Alexa, local goth lesbian fox, wastes away in her barren hometown. Her friends have moved on to better places. Her last relationship went out like an industrial fire (toxic, avoidable, burned longer than anyone expected). Another lonely night at the bar takes a turn when she bumps into Reggie, a big bad jock of a maned wolf, once the high school bully and Alexa's guilty crush. Both soon realize they've grown past the childish antagonism, but not their secret hots for each other. And Alexa has another hidden desire driving her: she wants to get fat. Is Reggie the dominant feeder she's been longing for? Is that worth looking past Reggie's history? Explicit. Excerpt: "Reggie rolled her eyes. 'Ya know, you gave me shit for acting like I was still in high school. Yet here you are still looking and talking like the same don’t-care won’t-care stoner goth you always were.' 'Like you knew who I was. You barely noticed me.' 'Whatever. Give me your phone number.' Now that she’d calmed down a bit, Alexa stopped to honestly consider her feelings. The night had been a rollercoaster. Would she want to do it again? Did she really want to see how serious Reggie had been back at the pizza shop? What if she did gain weight? Her mom wouldn’t like it, but it wasn’t like she was here. Alexa’s coworkers and friends wouldn’t give her any shit. But still, it was one of those things she’d always regarded as a fantasy. Something to read about online, something to stroke off to. She’d never actually talked to anyone IRL about it. Well, not since Syd. This could either be amazing or another catastrophe." 3. The Food Hoarder: The 3.5 Draconomicon is my favorite D&D sourcebook to date for many reasons. There's a dragon-exclusive prestige class called dragon ascendant. One of the prerequisites to taking the class is to eat one's own hoard. So uhhh yeah the premise writes itself: an ancient dragon who hoards food learns what step one is to becoming a goddess. Nothing explicit, technically feral I guess but I've always considered dragons an interesting case. Excerpt: "She lifted her lithe body and stretched, not unlike a hundred-foot cat. On light feet, she padded about her lair, examining the displays of food. Where to start? She wasn’t particularly hungry, having eaten several cattle just yesterday and lazed about since then. Well, she thought, running through the catalogue in her head. If we’ve already had dinner, why not begin with dessert? Her forked tongue licked her cavernous chops as she leapt up to a broad ledge on the north side of the chamber. Cakes. Pies. Pastries. Iced cream. Tarts. Puddings. Casks of sweet wines. All flavors, from all cultures in the world."
4. The Hunger of Dragons: More dragons! When Astal, local anthro dragon adventurer lady, is invited over for dinner by her old friend Silith, she discovers an appetite she didn't know she had. Silith is already well aware of her special relationship with food, as is her human girlfriend, Elryn. Sapphism ensues, and Astal learns a lot about herself. This one also has me dipping my toe into some light macro. Explicit. Excerpt: "Astal smiled, the nerves and awkwardness disappearing in her old friend’s soft embrace. And Silith was soft. When she stepped back, Astal saw that she had chubbed up quite a bit. Silith had never been as thin as her friend, but now she sported a hefty belly and chest, with thick padding everywhere else. Even her scaly red tail seemed fatter. Her wavy hair framed a round, tenderly smiling face with a blunted snout. 'It’s good to see you too,' Astal replied. 'You seem...healthy.' She caught herself staring at her friend’s middle as she spoke and quickly looked up. 'Doing well for yourself, I mean.'"
5. Kobolds Need Food, Badly: A quick, fun romp wherein 3 runaway kobolds settle an argument through gluttony. One thinks the city is the best place to live, the second heard about a cave of desires, and the third advocates stealing from a witch. They part ways, agreeing that whoever gains the most weight in a year will have found their new home. Nothing explicit. Excerpt: "Riska was taken aback as they strolled the streets of the human city. Until now, they were under the impression the tall ones slept when the sky was dark. But many still bustled to and fro under the light of lamps, some apparently on business, other obviously seeking pleasure. Keeping their purpose in mind—and feeling like their stomach was imploding—Riska followed the latter types and soon found a bustling row of taverns. Their sharp, draconic nose soon picked up a dizzying array of scents. Never had they sensed so much or so many kinds of food in one place before, but this was how they imagined the caravans from their grandfather’s stories."
6. Doubling Up: Tessa the centaur and Lina the werewolf have a new housemate who likes to cook. A lot. And even though she stopped to eat her fill on the way home already, Tessa can't bring herself to turn down a centaur-sized portion of home-cooked food. And oopsie, it awakens something in her...and in Lina. (Feedism, it awakens feedism.) Explicit. Excerpt: "She couldn’t possibly eat more tonight, right? But also…what if she could? She felt she had to try. The first bite solidified her decision. Like the rest of the meal, the cobbler showed RJ to be a brilliant cook. Bite after bite disappeared between Tessa’s lips. She was in a haze, but she kept eating. When the pie was gone, she paused and let a new wave of fullness wash over her. She’d pushed her limits tonight, for sure. But as long as she didn’t make this a habit, she figured there was no harm in the extra indulgence."
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Soup fic
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"Hello Shop Girl-san!" called a voice from the counter above. Fingers rapped on the wood over her head.
Monica emerged, red-eyed from the dust under the bench, with a stack of supplier invoices and receipts of payment in hand. She could feel that the bandana she used to keep her hair covered and in line was lopsided on her head.
She used to get things done on a computer: a sleek little tablet that could fit inside an envelope. There was a point of sale system she connected via a single USB-c cable.
The elemental nations did not have point of sale systems or cute little tablets. They barely had books—the people here loved their scrolls, for some reason.
Her customer was a tall, dark-haired fellow in an orange mask that obscured his face and clashed magnificently with the red clouds on his clothes.
"Hi there," she said brightly.
Monica thought he had serious major character vibes, and hoped that somewhere in this stack of receipts was the one from having paid her shop's insurance. The ninja clause was paper thin, but it was in there.
"Ne, sister, is it really okay to be taking a nap down there during business hours?" her customer wondered. He had an incredibly exaggerated voice and a childish way of speaking. Major-major character vibes.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she said. The change of light from the dimness under the register to the bright sunlight through the shop windows struck Monica, then. She tried very hard not to sneeze. "I was looking for pape—um, paperwork..."
No, she was losing that battle. She held up one finger "Scu—scuse me..." And then she turned her head away to unleash an almighty sneeze into her arm. "I didn't hear you come in," she said, again. "You ninja are all so quiet."
Ninja were the only people on the planet who would intentionally bypass the bell over her door and then get mad that she didn't magically notice their presence when they actually wanted her. (A lot of things were different when you accidentally switched planets into a cartoon. But customer service was pretty identical... unfortunately.)
The mask, and its rim of dark hair, tilted.
"Is that so...?" He tapped the chin of the mask like he was giving it really serious consideration.
Monica bowed a little. Couldn't hurt. The people here loved their bowing, too, but they were much better at judging how deep and for how long to bow than she was. "What can I help you with, Shinobi-san?"
He thumped his hand into his palm like a little hammer. "I'm looking for your super extra mega special supreme lunch soup!"
"Eh?" Monica blinked. "My what?"
"Your super extra mega special supreme lunch s—"
"Ah, yes, yes, I heard you... But I don't sell anything called that. It's just what you see here, Shinobi-san." She gestured to her display case, which was where she kept the home cooked food.
There were some things in there that were "different," by local standards. Sweets here trended in the direction of fruit or coffee jellies, mochi, things with soft rice flour and red bean pastes or sweet buns. Sometimes they had fancy light cheese cakes, or very occasionally, chocolates. Some of those things were available on the shelves, like the sugar crusted melon bread in its individual plastic wrappers, but Monica had not the first idea how to make them.
She watched the ninja as he made a grand show of bending over and examining the case. Today the dishes she was offering were only two: a savoury meat pie, which was made with a hot water crust pastry, slow cooked beef, root vegetables and mushrooms, and a sweet dessert she made with paper-thin layered pastry, walnuts smashed to a paste, and honey. She'd labelled them "savoury meat pie," and "sweet pastry (contains nuts)" so it wasn't going to take the ninja more than two seconds to recognise that neither was "super extra mega special supreme lunch soup."
He took about a minute, peering at one and whirling to bend over and examine the other, cloak fluttering.
Monica had seen that cloak before, on several people. Some of them gave her major character vibes, but some were utterly unremarkable. That big guy with the pencil moustache? She'd seen him once and he'd looked barely filled in: mid-tone skin, a red nose, colourless grey hair...
That was the other thing about living in an animated world. Most people had bland clothes and indistinct designs, and most of them were pretty uniform. There was none of the natural variation of the real world: everyone was of the same builds, the same hair styles in the same brown hair, the same clothing. Except major characters. Major characters were distinct. They all had something: weird clothes, brightly coloured hair or eyes—or even a silhouette that was totally unique. Something that would stand out on the page or the screen.
Which brought Monica back to this ninja. The cloak was one she'd seen before, but they mask and the fluffy dark hair were both crisp and decided. He stuck out.
In her old life, Monica had never really thought she was missing out when she'd given up on a long anime. But... she wished she'd watched more, now that she lived in it.
"These aren't soup!" he decided eventually. It took some time.
"I know," said Monica patiently. She didn't think she'd ever sold a soup—she made soups out of leftover vegetables and misshapen roots from the garden. They weren't pretty enough to sell to paying customers. She'd occasionally given a beggar or an orphan a cup for free, or any particularly unfortunate looking person who wandered into her store, but she didn't see how this man could have ended up with one of those. Whatever organisation employed ninja in those big cloaks, she doubted they were strapped for cash.
...she didn't have any right now anyway.
"Do you want me to put the pie filling in a cup? That's kind of a stew." A very thick stew.
He turned to look at her very, very intently. Then he stuck his butt out and began wiggling like a happy puppy. For... Some reason. "That would be so kind of you, sister."
She left him exclaiming over shelf-stable mochi while she went into her back room. It was also her kitchen. There was a tiny bedroom above it, so the heat from her cooking rose and kept it tolerably warm all autumn. Monica had lived in worse places. Especially here.
In the kitchen she thinned a serve of pie filling—which had to stew before she could bake it into a case anyway—with extra vegetable broth, stirred it up and decanted it into a broad paper cup.
Whatever Mr Major Character Vibes had come for, he left with his cup of soup, looking extremely pleased with himself—in as much as someone whose entire face was mask could be pleased.
Monica was just relieved that she'd gotten him out of her shop. She went back to trying to find her butcher's receipt for last month, interrupted only by other sales to much more mundane people—two small, gap-toothed children sent on an errand to buy beer and dried fish, an elderly lady who needed bleach, a burly guy who came looking for a pot in which to cook rice and pretended he was so incompetent about cooking that he couldn't figure out which to pick.
She finally found the receipt at about three, which was when a harried grandmother herded five children into her shop and asked for pies and sweets for all of them.
"I like your hair, sister," said the smallest girl when Monica handed her a folded cardboard box full of pie.
"Thanks," said Monica. She raised her hands to her head and realised her hair was escaping her bandana. "Oops. I'd better fix that, huh?"
The girl smiled at her through a mouthful of meat and gravy.
Once she saw the grandmother and her kids out Monica tucked her hair away again. It was a strange irony that, while in her regular life, she'd never even thought to dye her hair from its natural dark brown, now that she too was animated, her hair had turned out to be a mass of thick, dark red curls.
And yeah. Monica knew what that meant.
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anna! so happy for you finishing up work, hope you can get some nice relaxing in!
i’d love to see what you can do with 🐈⬛ and bobby OR 👩🏻💻 and phoenix!!<3
Ahhh thank you so much, Ashley! And yes I’ve really had so much time to relax, writing and watching so many movies 💗
Storyteller // Writing with Natasha Headcanons
A picture is worth a thousand words, and Natasha never runs out of any
Pairing Natasha Trace x reader
Theme fluff
Word Count 493
Note Just realizing this is my first time writing for a female character! Also, forgive me if this sounds like it’s all over the place! I was writing these as I was getting ready for my Christmas eve dinner so I didn’t get to spend as much time writing and editing it 😭 but I hope you still enjoy it though!
Aside from the required communication on missions and training, Natasha is one of the pilots that prefers to let her flying do the talking for her
But when she’s on the ground, boy, does she have a way with words
Natasha loves to write
It’s not something she really broadcasts to anyone, but she’s not ashamed of it either
She’s just the type of person who reserves her words for those she wants to share it with
As a child, she always loved reading
From the stories her mom would read to her before bedtime like Stellaluna and Dr. Seuss book
To the chapter books she’d borrow from the library like the Harry Potter and Goosebumps series
So when she got a good comment from her teacher on a story-writing assignment in school, she kept at it as a hobby
She could write anything under the sun, from poetry and short stories to academic papers and articles (she was on her school paper during her junior and senior years)
But she never saw it as a career since she liked the freedom of writing whatever, whenever, and wherever she liked
Once she entered the navy, she kept up her hobby through her private diary entries and the emails she would send to you
Of course, she emailed her family too, mostly telling them she was safe, and some stories she felt were appropriate to share with them
Like the nice cafes she and Bob ate at during their lunch break and how she promises to take them there when they visit
Or the high praise she received from her superiors about her performance from their latest mission
But the emails she sends you are much more colorful
She knows how much you love her storytelling, how she spares no detail and makes it feel like you were right there with her as it happened
Paragraphs on paragraphs of Hangman and Rooster’s latest argument
And Coyote’s Gordon Ramsay-level critique on his latest pastry find
And her girl’s night with Halo, Penny, and Amelia at the Benjamin household
She’ll save some of the more serious stories for when you guys get to call because she doesn’t like you rereading and dwelling on the negative stories (which are also the ones harder for her to write)
In exchange, you email her back everything that’s been happening at home, and these easily become the highlights of her day
When she gets back home, you spot her (sort of) casually greet her fellow aviators goodbye but on the drive back home with you, she’s bursting with energy, never running out of things to share
And before going to bed, you both swap journals—filled from cover to cover with reflections, poems, and real and imagined stories from your time apart—with the pages you want each other to read already doggy-eared
(It was something you learned how to do for her during your first time apart)
When you’re both done reading it, you tuck away the journals on your shared bookshelf that’s reserved for all the notebooks both of you collected and filled in through the years
It warms her heart knowing the two of you share enough stories for a lifetime, and that your life together is definitely one for the books
#top gun maverick#top gun maverick fanfiction#tgm fic#natasha phoenix trace#phoenix trace#phoenix top gun#phoenix fanfiction#phoenix x reader#phoenix imagine#phoenix fic#natasha trace fanfiction#natasha trace imagine#natasha trace x reader#natasha trace fic
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(continuation of this. this part will hopefully not be too confusing devoid of context but I'm sorry if it is 😶)
cw: pet whump, slavery, mentioned violence
Afternoon tea with a fairy queen sounds like something I would've daydreamt up as a kid. A really young kid. It sounds whimsical. Fanciful. Definitely not stressful. Because when you play pretend as a kid, you're probably not thinking about the political aspects, and you're probably not worried about accidentally screwing the whole thing up and getting yourself and your partner killed.
Funny how the real world works like that.
It was easy enough to get an invitation. Humans are apparently all the rage these days in the mirrored lands, and a human who's promising dirt on an old rival is even better.
The spread set out for the guests is immaculate. China so fine you can practically see through it, and glassware as delicate and intricate as a butterfly's wing. Not to mention the meticulously arranged trays of food. Tiny fruits that look too bright to be real, pastries baked in the shape of flowers with honey dripping from their crusts, little sandwiches and tartlets with fillings that look delicious, though I can't identify them. Even if it weren't for Rhodes and his secret quest for vengeance, I'd probably try and crash one of these parties anyway, if only for the meal.
"All rise for the Queen of the Garden Court!"
The voice booms across the marble hall from somewhere unseen, and those around me—lords and envoys, dukes and wannabes, all here to kiss up to the Queen—hurry to their feet.
Everyone here is after something; power, favor, a chance to climb the social ladder. I'm no exception, but my goals are a little less direct.
Hey, I call mentally to Rhodes. She's here. You should be in the clear for now.
Atta girl, just keep her busy while I figure out where she put the list, he replies.
I have to physically stop myself from nodding, putting on a smile as a woman enters the hall. Contrary to her title, the Garden Queen isn't clad in anything resembling flowers, wearing instead a simple but elegant dress that looks like it's made of melted chocolate. She's smaller than I expected, with tanned skin and a serious expression. In one hand she holds a silver chain, which trails upwards and attaches to a collar around the neck of…
Aaron.
I feel my breath catch in my throat as he moves closer, head bowed, led along by the Queen. He's thinner. Disheveled, even in the fine attire he's been dressed in, but it's unmistakably him.
I remember Armitage's words with a start. The mention of a deal to placate a flower queen. Was this it? Give her a human servant?
"Please be seated," the Garden Queen says, and I sit along with the rest of the court. She takes her place at the head of the table, Aaron kneeling on the floor beside her.
Is this a trick? Is he trying to con her? There's no way the Aaron I know would act so subservient. It almost makes me want to laugh, picturing it as an act. Prideful asshole like him ordered to pretend he's a fae queen's plaything. I wonder how hard it was to convince him?
Servants cart out a sizable teapot, and with a snap of the Queen's fingers, Aaron is standing to pour it. He's got four other guests before he reaches me, and I'm spending that time trying to come up with the best biting remark I can.
But as he gets closer, as tends to happen, I get a closer look. His expression is dull, like he's numb to the world around him, and there are dark circles under his eyes that weren't there last time we were face to face. His hands shake, almost imperceptibly, as he pours the tea.
Time passes differently in the mirrored lands. It's only been a few weeks since his fight with Nick, but how long has it been for him?
I'm still staring when he reaches me. We meet eyes for all of a second before he looks away, but I see the flash of recognition. He nearly spills my tea as he pours it, then makes his way around the table, returning to kneel by the Queen once his task is complete.
It takes a minute for me to realize that everyone else has started to eat, selecting treats from the tiered trays before them. I take a pastry and some fruit, if only to avoid drawing attention to myself.
I've lost my appetite.
How's it going? comes Rhodes' voice.
Looks like she'll be busy for a while, I reply. But…
But?
I grab one of the little fruits—one that looks like a tiny cluster of bright orange grapes—and chew it robotically. It tastes weirdly like bananas.
But there's been a small hiccup, I continue. Someone here knows me.
Dammit. Is this gonna blow everything?
I sip at the tea. No, I… I don't think so. He's not a guest. He's… I don't know, he's some kind of servant to the Queen. Some kind of pet.
He's human then, Rhodes says. It's been known to happen. A human gets in too deep with fae business and funds there's no coming back.
I glance over at Aaron. Very still, eyes glued to the floor. Like a stranger is wearing his skin.
Is there no coming back? I ask.
We can't help him, comes the reply. Not now. Not without getting caught.
I don't know why his words make my stomach twist. No matter how pitiful he looks now, it's still Aaron, and he's still a violent asshole. The world is no doubt a safer place with him bound to the Queen's will.
The afternoon rolls on, and I do my best to enjoy it despite the presence of my enthralled ex-coworker. I try to listen to the babble of the lord's around me to take my mind off it, but even in fantasyland, politics are super boring.
"Louisa?"
It takes me a second to remember the false name I gave to the court, and I look up to find the Queen staring pointedly at me.
"My Queen?" I manage to say.
"I've heard rumors that you have a story or two about an old schoolmate of mine," she says. "A man going by the name of Armitage?"
Ah yes. Gossip time. I straighten my shoulders and pretend I don't notice the slight shift on Aaron's face.
"I do indeed, your majesty," I say. "I have stories to entertain the whole of your court, and—" I lean in with a cartoonishly mischievous look. "---a few stories that may be too saucy for any ears but the Queen's," I say in a theatrical whisper. Rhodes would be proud.
The Queen herself looks sufficiently intrigued, and I think I can say with confidence that I've bought plenty of time. I stand up, aware of dozens of pairs of eyes on me.
Right. The fun part. The part where everyone stares at me and I have to hold their attention without messing up. No pressure.
I clear my throat, gearing up for one of the stories Rhodes told me.
"Well," I start. "It began on a windy day."
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My nerves are straight shot by the time I've finished the first tale, and thankfully it seems everyone's attention has wavered enough that they aren't wanting another. The Queen is a different story. Once the tea service is cleared away, she motions for me to come closer.
"That was quite an entertaining story," she says, giving me such a look that it feels like she's trying to read my mind. "But I'm more interested in the… what did you call them? Saucy tales. Do you have the information I think you have?"
Shoot. Do I?
"It may be so, my Queen," I say quickly. "However, if I am to divulge such things, it should be somewhere more…" I make a point to glance around. "Secluded."
Maybe that will at least buy me some time.
Are you done yet? I call out to Rhodes. We have a situation.
I swear I'm close.
You said that an hour ago, I complain.
For real this time. What's the situation?
It's probably fine.
What's the worst that could happen? All I have to do is lie well enough to get her off my back, then me and Rhodes can book it.
"You are correct," the Queen says after a moment. "I will receive you in my chambers shortly. Please wait here, and I'll send someone to fetch you."
With that, she rises, giving a snap of her fingers. Aaron, who'd been stacking the remaining plates, flinches at the sharp little sound. As he turns toward us, his arm catches the edge of the stack, sending it to the ground with a loud crash as the plates explode into a million tiny shards.
I jump at the sound, looking at him like he's gone crazy. Behind me, the Queen scoffs.
"Clean it up," she says flatly, a disgusted look on her face. And then she's gone, footsteps echoing on the marble.
I fall into a chair with a sigh, watching Aaron fall to his knees and get to work.
"You did that on purpose," I say in a low voice.
"I-I wanted to talk to you," he says, not looking up. His voice is hoarse, like someone with a sore throat.
"Well here I am," I say, shifting to face away. I can't get distracted with this right now.
Either hurry up or give me some actual dirt on Armitage, I tell Rhodes. The Queen is after some kind of secret.
"Please," Aaron calls in a soft voice. "Armitage… Armitage betrayed me. I'm her… her pet now. I haven't taken any oaths, but they're trying to make me, and if they do, I'll never leave." His voice breaks, and it takes all my willpower to not turn around. It's Aaron. Not some helpless innocent. It's Aaron.
"They're hurting me, Clara. Help me, please—"
"You want me to risk my own freedom— maybe my life— for you?" I cut him off. "You tried to kill Nick. You put me in the hospital."
"I'm sorry."
"Only because you're trying to save your own neck," I spit out. And it's the truth, isn't it? If it was Nick in his position, or even me, I know he'd leave us behind without a second thought.
"So y-you think I deserve this then?" Aaron says, and his voice comes out small. Broken.
"I think–" I shake my head, then at last turn back around. See him kneeling, hands on his knees, looking defeated.
"No. Yes. No. You deserve some kind of comeuppance but… not this."
His eyes brighten, just the tiniest bit. "Will you help me then? Please, I j-just want to go home–"
"Sh." I can hear footfall on marble, somewhere down the hall. Probably the Queen's messenger coming for me. I could really use those secrets, Rhodes.
"I'll do what I can," I say quietly. "But I'm not making any promises."
#i am once again apologizing for the first person POV#also this is way longer and less whumpy than i usually post here but i KNOW it'll be forever before i actually get to this part so#yeah#mark it down to impatience#whump#whumpflash#whump writing#pet whump#whumper turned whumpee#collar whump#villain whump#this is pretty muted since it may go in a book someday#but i might do a more intense variation of garden palace stuff lol
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Back where you’re mine
Pairing: Blackwall x Fem!Lavellan
Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom!Blackwall
(Basically a reader-insert since the Inquisitor isn’t given a name nor specific physical attributes)
Shining chandeliers, long tables stacked with the finest of foods, laughter hidden behind golden masks- Blackwall was out of place. Or maybe he was exactly at home, back in Orlais, surrounded by the nobles for which he had done the unspeakable in exchange for a sack of coin. The years had surely changed his appearance, but the curious eyes of the Winter palace's guests banned him to the shadows. He could not get recognized, could not be caught, not on such a big night. Everything was in place to stop the assassination of the empress, to stop the future seen by the Inquisitor. If they succeeded, the inquisition would no doubt be raised up in many's eyes, and rewards would come with it.
Blackwall watched from a distance as the Inquisitor slid past the Hall of Heroes, racing back to Leliana to no doubt deliver some scandalous secrets. His lover had been busy this evening, attempting to make the best impression she could while taking care of task after task. He had a hard time imagining anyone not taking a liking to her, she was always beautiful, but tonight she was a sight to behold. The dress that Josephine had arranged for her fit perfectly, the corset hugging her upper body while the bottom flared out in a sea of red fabric. The jeweled brooch that pinned up her hair matched the scarlet of her dress, the jewelry around her neck dipping just low enough to draw attention towards her cleavage. This was all done with intent, of course. As an elf, the Inquisitor already bore the scorn of many without them ever even having met her, so she needed all the charm she could muster to persuade the nobles towards her. From the heated gazes he had caught glimpses of when she had turned away for a moment, he would say it was working.
Blackwall was sipping at his drink, hiding in the shadow of some statue. He could feel the scowl on his face and imagined the Inquisitor running her fingers over it like she often did. "If you're not careful, it will get stuck like that," she would say. Foolish girl, it would've gotten stuck long ago then, for one of the only times he dropped it was with her.
"Fitting right in, are you?"
He looked over as Sera tittered towards him, plate stacked with food in hand. "Figure he's not the chatty sort." For a moment, he wondered what she meant but then noticed her glancing up at the statue behind him.
"Ha ha," he sounded sarcastic. "I imagine I'm fitting in about as well as you are."
She laughed, uncaringly leaning her back against the statue. "Like I want to fit in with these noble arses. I leave it to Inky to dazzle them with her fine tits."
The wine in Blackwall's mouth turned sour at that. The thought of all these people, openly ogling what was his, made his hand ball into a fist by his side.
"Ohh," Sera mused, "So that's why you're hiding away in here? Feeling too sorry for yourself?"
His jaw tightened, biting back a response. What could he say? That she was wrong? He was hiding for far worse reasons after all. She drifted into view, standing in front of him as she shoved a pastry into her mouth. "Listen, yeah," she started, barely legible with her mouth stuffed, "if you want her alone, just tell her you found some of those Caprice coins or something, she'll follow you anywhere."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm unsure whether you should be giving this advice as her friend."
She laughed and licked off the remaining crumbs from her fingers. "Oh please, she'd have you dead on the floor within a second if you tried anything she didn't want." Her face turned serious now, one finger pointed at him, almost touching his chin. "Seriously though, try and I'll cut off your balls."
Point taken.
Sera's advice was growing more tempting with every look at the Inquisitor. She had crossed him while looking for the council of Heralds and had taken a brief pause, saying she missed him. When her hand landed on his crossed arms, warm eyes looking up with him as a smirk played at her lips, he felt himself stiffen in his pants like some Chantry boy. The effect she had on him was frankly embarrassing, and he could barely muster a response when she had asked him if he'd safe a dance for her. She'd looked disappointed when he said he didn't dance but had smiled at him before leaving regardless.
She was so close by, he could muster to go unnoticed for a bit, couldn't he? With a deep sigh, he gave in and made towards her.
The Inquisitor had curiously followed him just like Sera had predicted, keeping close behind him without drawing too much attention. When they were alone, she squeezed herself against his arm. "Some excitement after all, huh?"
That sparkle in her eyes at the promise of a challenge always put a grin on his face, the little minx. He guided her into the closed-off corridors a bit further before turning towards her. "I have to admit Inquisitor, I have no clue whether there are truly coins to be found here."
She quirked an eyebrow at that before a look of realization crossed her face. A mischievous grin followed, and Blackwall could guess where her mind had gone. "Constable Blackwall, I had expected better of you," she purred, a hand pressed to his chest.
"That is a flaw on your part, my lady," he swallowed as he looked down at the expanse of her breasts revealed by her dress. Maker, she must be the most tempting woman he had ever seen.
Her giggle drew his eyes back to her face, and she was not at all offended by his blatant staring. "I wonder what you did call me over for then?"
The way she feigned innocence was amusing, her face betraying that she knew all too well. Within a few paces, he had her backed up against a wall, her hand clinging onto his tunic as her lips parted in anticipation.
"I had to see what all these nobles were fuzzing over," he said, lips getting closer to hers till he felt her breath fan over his. "From up close."
Blackwall's hand went behind her neck, drawing her in and closing the distance between them. The kiss was instantly heated, their parted lips leaving no time for delicacy. Knowing that she had desired him just as fiercely only fanned the fire inside of him, and he pulled up her dress and hiked up one of her legs, ready to take her.
"Blackwall," the Inquisitor whimpered against his lips. "We can't." Her words made him set her leg back down gently, and she straightened out her dress with shaky hands. "I promised the duke another dance, it will be noticed if I'm away for long."
The disdain at that thought must've been written on his face because she pulled him in for a fast kiss. "I'll make it up to you, promise."
He grumbled an agreement against her lips, straightening out his own clothes, and adjusting his pants. When he looked back up at her, she was holding up a coin between two fingers, a wide grin on her face. "Guess I got my coin after all."
His hands instantly went to his pouch with coins, finding the strings slightly loosened. Before he could make a comment, she had already runoff, and for some odd reason, he missed her even more.
“Josephine will kill me if something happens to this dress,” the Inquisitor mumbled, back pressed against the railing of her balcony.
When Blackwall had requested her to put it on the night they arrived back in Skyhold, she had instantly known what his intentions were. In the Winter Palace, there had been no time to truly indulge, but they were alone now. The vision of her in that dress had plagued him the whole way home, and now he had her in front of him, no one here to disturb, he could not resist letting his calloused hands wander over her body.
Her hair was pinned up just like that night at the palace, lips a darker shade thanks to the harsh kisses he had already pressed against them. “Let’s ensure she doesn’t find out then.”
Sweet whimpers fell from her lips as he cupped her breasts, squeezing and enjoying her flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. No armor, no breast bindings. A growl build up in his throat and he didn’t attempt to hide it.
“You should wear dresses more often, my lady,” he commented, making her chuckle.
“If you find me the time to wear them, I will.”
One of his hands moved from her breasts to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. “Perhaps when this is all over.”
Even in the dim light of the candles and fireplace that shone in from her quarters, he could make out the softening in her expression. That thought pleased her, that they would still be together. It made him both happy and ache with guilt, but he pushed that down. His lovely Inquisitor was dressed up in front of him like he was some noble suitor, not the traitor he truly was, and he has yet to repay her for it.
Hand on her back staying put, Blackwall guided her back inside. Wordlessly, she broke contact and moved over to the wall next to her bed, leaning against it with a coy smile. Her back was slightly arched, drawing his eyes to her chest yet again.
“I believe we didn’t get the chance to finish last time, Ser Blackwall,” she said and lifted up the skirts of her dress just slightly.
He came to her like a dog to its master, hands instantly finding her hips. The plan had been to take it slow, but how could he possibly refuse this?
Her leg nudged against his as she raised it a bit herself. “Gods, I wanted you to take me so badly that night.”
A groan left his lips and he pressed them to her neck, sucking and biting along the length of it. “Yet you left me for that damned Duke.”
She gasped and writhed against him as he teased her neck, swallowing hard before finding her voice. “Jealous, are we?” A wicked idea crossed her mind. “Do you think he wanted to bed me as well?”
Blackwall pulled away from her neck, eyes narrowing on hers. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine as he looked down at her. “What does it matter?”
“Just curious,” she answered, trying her best not to sound too amused.
With a casual display of his strength, he moved under her skirts and picked her up, sliding her up the wall and forcing his hips between her legs. She mewled at the feeling of his bulge pressing against her heat and shifted against it unconsciously.
“You only need to wonder about me,” he growled, hand moving into her hair and jerking her head back.
Her neck was fully exposed to him and he took advantage of it, placing far harsher bites than he had before. A whispered “yes” escaped her lips, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.
“Perhaps I should leave a mark or two,” he breathed out against her neck. “Let everyone see how holy their Herald truly is.”
Gods, she loved when he talked like this. That possessive tone of his sending heat straight to her core. “Blackwall…”
His breath fanned over her ear as he moved higher up, making her whimper. The subtle twitch of her ears didn’t escape his notice. “Look at you, so excited to get fucked. I’ve seen whores more subtle about it than you.”
The Inquisitor ground herself against him, legs desperately urging him closer. “Please.”
He smirked at her confirmation of his words. Many would think him crazy for talking to a woman as powerful as her in this manner, but he knew what she enjoyed.
As her core pressed against him, he realized a vital detail had escaped his attention. He could feel now that she was bare under her dress.
"You knew this would happen." His voice sounded strained, betraying his own lack of control.
A smirk pulled at the Inquisitor's lips. "Of course I did, you aren't exactly subtle either."
One of her hands moved to the back of his head and she shot him one more heated gaze before pulling him into a kiss. Her tongue moved against his, and he could feel the vibrations of her moans as he ground his hips into hers. He let go of her hair, preferring for both of his hands to be firmly on her ass. There was no doubt that the front of his trousers was getting stained by her juices, and his pride swelled knowing how sensitive he made his lover.
They stayed like this for a while, grinding and tasting each other, muffling each other's groans. Blackwall could imagine that they were back at the Winter palace, in that secluded corridor, and his cock twitched at the fantasy of someone catching them like that. Maker, if it hadn't been for his damned secret, he might've actually risked it.
As his mind wandered, his kiss became softer, grip on her behind loosening slightly. This caught her attention, and she broke the kiss, questioning eyes trying to search his. She called out to him as his eyes were closed, and for a second, it sounded to him like she had said his name, his real name, and he looked at her in shock.
Worry warped her features. "Is something wrong?"
As close as they were, he could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and he realized she might think he's rejecting her.
"No," he quickly denied. "I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have you, that I don't deserve this."
Her smiled returned at that, and she swatted playfully at the back of his head. "You are lucky that I don't kick you out of my quarters for not being inside me yet."
"My apologies, my lady," he chuckled. "I'll get right on that."
When he moved a hand between their bodies to move down his trousers, she watched him carefully, biting at her lip. She truly was impatient, eager to recreate how he would've taken her when he lured her away that night.
"Show me that I made the right choice," she said, attempting to bring back the fire from before.
His trousers were down now, and she swallowed a moan as his cock graced past her clit. "Right choice?"
She pressed a deceivingly sweet kiss to his cheek. "That I chose right to take you home, instead of a nobleman."
She caught glimpse of his gaze darkening before he moved fast, both hands back on her ass, holding her in place firmly. She barely got the chance to breathe before he entered her in one hard thrust, rewarding him with a choked cry. Blackwall's girth was something servants would excitedly whisper about if they had the chance, and even after all their nights together, the Inquisitor still felt her body struggling to adjust.
He felt the way her walls gripped him tightly, but he didn't give them time to relax. She had clearly wanted this to be done a certain way, and who was he to deny his lady?
It was hard to keep the extensive fabric of her skirts bundled up as he thrust into her, not allowing him to set the punishing pace he intended. "Hold them up."
It took her a moment to realize what he meant, but then she obediently picked up her skirts, holding the fabric in her trembling hands.
"Higher," he commanded. "I want to be able to see myself slide into that tight cunt."
She couldn't suppress a moan at his words, lifting the fabric higher till he twitched inside her at the sight revealed to him. He could feel how she gripped him, but to see it was a whole other pleasure. He reveled in the way her body spread open for him as he resumed his thrusting, his cock glistening with her wetness each time he pulled back.
"This is why you chose me," he grunted as he pounded into her. "No pristine noble would allow you to dirty his clothes like this. No holier-than-thou man would take you like this."
The blissed-out look on her face and the rhythmic clenching of her heat around him told him he was hitting right where she liked it, and he made sure to hold the angle. "You need me because I'm enough of a bastard to fuck you as you need."
"Blackwall!" she cried out, and he rewarded her with a sharp slap to her ass.
"That's it, let everyone hear who you belong to." He felt spurred on by his own words, landing one slap after another on her soft flesh.
Heat radiated from the spot where he hit her repeatedly, the Inquisitor a whimpering mess against him. It stung but felt so good at the same time, mixing deliciously with the pleasure of him sliding against her walls. After the tenth slap, he rubbed her ass reverently, subduing the pain with his gentle kneading. It was such a stark contrast with his sharp thrusts, making it hard to focus on either, but she felt herself drawing closer to her end regardless. She tried to seek out his lips for a kiss, but he denied her, wanting to hear every sound that left her mouth.
The way she cried out his name was like a song to him, his eyes switching from focussing on her face, to her bouncing breasts, to where she took him inside her. He fucked her with abandon, uncaring for what the future might hold. Here, she was his, and he would enjoy her fully.
"Inside," she gasped, drawing his gaze to her parted lips. "I want you to finish inside me."
He groaned her name loudly at the request, signaling that they should not, but she only angled her hips into his thrusts. "Please."
That damned word. He cursed under his breath, the steel grip he had on her behind sure to leave some marks. He should control himself, pull himself off of her, but as he watched her, it was impossible to do so. The pure pleasure written on her face made him want to fulfill the request all the more.
"My lady," he choked out in another attempt, but she shushed him with a loud moan.
Her cunt was clenching around him, and the way her body so lightly shook told him she was close. Against better judgment, Blackwall moved a hand between their bodies, seeking out her swollen clit. A few strokes were all it took for her to come apart in his arms, a pleasured scream echoing through her chambers. Feeling her come undone destroyed the last of his restraint, and he groaned her name as he spilled inside her.
Their harsh breathing was the only sound filling the room as they stayed like that, his cock still buried deep inside her. Their foreheads touched, and he pressed a gentle kiss to hers when she giggled breathlessly. "That was amazing."
He couldn't agree more, finding it hard to pull away from her. But he saw that she looked tired, the traveling from Halamshiral to Skyhold having taken its toll, and he slid out of her with a grunt. She gasped when she felt his seed spilling out of her, staining her thighs.
"The dress!" she shrieked and he swiftly put her down. It was amusing to him that that was the first worry to cross her mind.
When he turned her unstable form around, he felt the breath hitching in her throat. "Just trying to help you, my lady," he clarified, but couldn't resist teasingly whispering it into her ear.
He really did intend to get the Inquisitor out of her dress. Ambassador Montilyet was not someone you wanted to piss off, and he imagined she would not take kindly to the dress getting sullied by his cum.
His fingers worked carefully at the back of the corset top, far more gracefully than she had managed to herself. It felt nice, his fingers brushing past her naked back every so often. He was good at this. That last thought stuck with her, and she frowned slightly. He was quite good at this, wasn't he? Where a Warden would cross dresses as such, she could not imagine.
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The One Where She Got A Dog
Yelena Belova X Reader
Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2
Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic
AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.
Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.
Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.
"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.
"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.
You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"
"There." She points at the screen.
"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"
Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).
She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.
"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."
You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."
You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.
"No timer?," she asked.
"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."
Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"
"Something like that."
The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.
But she can't know.
"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.
Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…
There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.
But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.
"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"
Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…
"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."
Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."
You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"
"What was that?"
You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"
Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."
The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.
"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"
"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."
Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"
You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."
As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.
The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.
"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.
Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."
Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"
"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."
Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"
Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."
Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."
They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.
"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."
Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.
Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.
"So cute…"
You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.
"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."
You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."
You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."
The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.
"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.
"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"
You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.
"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.
Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.
You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"
Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."
The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.
You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"
"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"
"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."
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Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.
You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.
The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.
"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.
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A Super Sweet Secret - Gojo Satoru
Merry late Christmas ya filthy animals ;)
Mega thirst moment based on this post and I think it just fits this fucker so well. I wrote part of this at 3am and I hate it so much ... fellow Gojo fuckers come get ya food.
Warnings: 18+, my shitty writing, language, mentions of alcohol, Gojo using infinity (had to do it on em), smut, DIRTY TALK, fingering, oral *fem receiving, overstim, squirting, uh… the pet names are super self-indulgent too oops, literally every grammatical error you can think of (please let me know if I missed any warnings I don’t wanna upset anyone or make anyone uncomfy. That being said minors pls DNI!! I don't feel like blocking anyone today)
Word count: 2.25k (i do be getting carried away)
How do you go about explaining your current situation to the higher-ups if you get caught with him? Do you tell them that, instead of getting pointers on how to guide students down the right path, you’ve been indulging in some very explicit acts with the man who is supposed to show you the ropes? No. That’s not right either but in all honesty, it would have been a lost cause from the get-go. Gojo Satoru is the least traditional in his teaching methods and is without a doubt a troublemaker but his antics are a part of what makes him so charming. It’s that same charm that finally made you cave and accept a coffee date with him on the next day you both had off.
You don’t know exactly when it happened but little by little those morning coffee dates turned into mid-day snack runs, then dinner and overindulging in desserts at the other’s house. Everything took an unexpected turn when you went a bit overboard on the sake one night. The next morning you woke up naked on your couch, the sun in your face, a pounding headache and a large man clinging to your body like a koala. As much as you wanted to maintain a professional relationship between the two of you, it was so hard to not crave another taste of him. He couldn’t resist you either, one bite and he kept coming back for more.
You two are definitely going to get into some serious trouble for this.
After stressful days of exorcising curses Gojo likes to unwind with a sweet treat from his local bakery and you by his side. He’ll find it ridiculously adorable if you have a bigger sweet tooth than he does. On the walk back to his house, you both snag a pastry from the bag of goodies and laugh at the other for not being able to wait until you reached your destination. The two of you arrive shortly after but Gojo decided he wasn’t entirely satisfied...
“Hey, sugar?” he asked while removing his sunglasses, his eyes entirely focused on your movements. You started to place what was left of the little cakes in a dish that was used specifically for the sweet treats of the day, he quickly recalled how you made fun of him for the fancy crystal platter but he admitted to being a bit extra like that. “What’s up trouble?” He let out a soft chuckle and got closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders leaning down to rest his chin on top of your head. “Trouble? That couldn’t be me.” you placed the cover back on the platter and put your hands on his arms settling back into him slightly. “You only call me ‘sugar’ when you want something from me, so what is it?”
Now that was true, he had a list of pet names for you that he liked to pull out for certain occasions and you caught onto that quickly. It’s really not fair at all how he can make innocent words sound so damn sinful when he wanted to tease you. You turned to face him now, his hands resting on either side of you. He leans down and places a feather-soft kiss on your lips, so soft it’s almost like he’s not making full contact with you.
“I thought we didn't do those things when it was just us together like this?” Your eyes fluttered open and he came back in for a real kiss, his hot tongue lingering lazily on your bottom lip but not enough to excite you. He does that on purpose. “I know but it’s just the thought of it, I can tell you're thinking about it too.” He reached for the dessert dish and picked up a small cream filled pastry, he took a bite and offered you the other half. You knew it wasn’t an accident when he got the filling on your lip and chin. He used his thumb to clean up the mess he made then licked it clean, he is actually evil but even if you do hate him sometimes you can’t find it in you to resist him.
“C’mon Y/n, don't you think it would be interesting to try while I go down on you? Just a little bit?” You bit your lip at the thought and he was already excited for your answer. He was right, the idea of him between your legs, devouring you but not quite. Being able to feel everything between the two of you but not making an actual connection. it ignited a small fire within you.
“We can try it once but I can’t promise that I'll like it.”
Truthfully that was all he needed to hear before he began to strip you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. His large hands began exploring your body, grabbing onto any dip and curve he can find while placing sloppy kisses on your neck. He used both hands to get a firm grip of your ass, lifting you onto the cold marble countertop, you let a small moan escape you at the feeling and he placed a wet kiss on your lips. Tugging on the fabric of his long sleeve you brought it up and off revealing his defined upper body, you could drool if you didn't have some self control. “Satoru not too much okay? It’ll drive me crazy when all I want is to feel you.” The whimper that fell from your pretty mouth was almost enough to make Gojo cum in his pants, you swore you saw hearts glowing in his bright blue eyes. “Don't worry princess only a little bit. Besides you know my sweet girl always gets what she wants.”
If there was anything that came close to what you picture heaven was like, it would definitely be the equivalent to Gojo’s strong, slender fingers expertly rubbing your folds. He always found every sweet spot and applied the perfect amount of pressure without you having to say a word.
“Baby, did I make you this wet?” He used his thumb to spread your slick around, creating a delightful rhythm on your clit. Hips trembling when he grazed that one spot that practically had you gushing for him.
“Yes! It was yo- oh fuck that feels so good!” you leaned forward, resting your head on his chest, admiring the way his fingers looked so mesmerizing covered in the pretty shine of your juices. “You know you're the sweetest thing ever right? So damn delicious. I can spend hours between these sexy thighs of yours.” His breath is hot on the tip of your ear and that smooth voice sends shockwaves throughout your entire body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh and gripped below your knee, shifting the angle at which his fingers were exploring your overly sensitive hole.
“Are you gonna let me make you cum with my mouth? Let me taste how sweet you are?” his lips started to trail the sides of your neck down to your chest. He left a series of kisses on each breast, sucking lightly on your stiff and sensitive nipples. “Ah Satoru please! I want- Ooh want your tongue.” He licked a stripe across your tummy then placed a soft kiss on your belly button, he moved your thighs once more and found a position comfortable for the two of you. Your legs resting nicely on his shoulders while he rubbed circles on your hips and waist. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “So pretty.” another kiss on your swollen clit, you couldn't help but arch your back off the counter, grabbing a handful of his soft hair. He nibbled on your thigh and a sharp whine fell from you. “Remember to behave sweetheart, I'm supposed to be going easy on you.” His chuckle vibrated against your hot mound and you let out a sigh, releasing some tension from your hands on his head, allowing him to do what he wanted with your body.
Gojo’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, curling and sucking at the special spot that only he knew about with perfect accuracy. The buzzing sensation that you normally felt when he's down there was reduced to an incomplete static, like your nerves weren’t fully receiving the information of his movements. Now that? That was different. It really was infinity… a barrier he controlled entirely, the rolling of his tongue feeling more like a whisper of pleasure that was everything and nothing at the same time. You were right to think it would drive you crazy but in the most euphoric way possible. “Oh my god it feels s-so good! P-please don’t stop baby I’m so fucking close.”
The large kitchen was filled with desperate sounds of pleasure and the soft squelching of Gojo’s fingers inside your quivering cunt. This feeling was new but you were instantly hooked. It didn't take long for you to fall over that glorious edge with a broken moan of his name and a string of curses, making little to no sense at all. A deep groan erupts from his chest as he takes in every drop of your release in satisfaction. His gaze found your blissed out expression and he decided to ease up on that invisible veil between you, fingers slipping from your tight whole. You clenched around nothing and the loss of his fingers filling you was enough to nearly make you cry.
“That‘s my favorite flavor right there sweetheart.” he spent some time admiring the way you looked coming down from your high. The rise and fall of your breasts with every breath paired alongside the slight shaking in your limbs from how intense the orgasm was. You're a work of art to him, truly, especially like this. Opening your eyes you find his stupid gorgeous face resting on your thigh, licking his lips simply enjoying your taste. You ran your fingers through his hair one more time before softly squishing his face with your legs, letting out a breathless giggle while regaining some grasp on reality. “I w-want more, but let me feel all of you for fucks sake!”
He instantly obliged, diving right back in, using only his tongue, setting a languid pace. His animalistic groans against your over sensitive pussy were a telling sign that he was enjoying himself, probably ridiculously hard in the confines of his jeans. The thought of his cock deep inside of you was enough to get you shamelessly turned on all over again. If it weren't for his hands on your hips, rubbing easing circles into your soft skin, you would be a convulsing mess on the hard marble beneath you. A dull ache was beginning to form in your lower back, but you could care less. Gojo's tongue was working wonders on that delectable bundle of nerves of yours. His hands started trailing upwards and fondling your breasts, your spine arching under his touch as he pinched your nipples. You both made eye contact and he could tell that you were close to another release, your entire body was starting to shake. “Ye-yeah baby I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” his tongue never relenting on you. You were on the verge of screaming, your thighs were probably strangling him at this point.
“Mhm my little honeypot. Are you gonna make a mess?” he growled delicately against you.
That was also new but holy shit it had your brain short circuiting. Honeypot?! Damn you really could make a mess and that was exactly what you did. His relentless attack on your clit was blinding but so fucking delicious you didn't want it to end. You squirted all over his face, covering his neck and chest with a stream of your juices. The added stimulation of his abilities, and the shock of this new pet name clearly having an impact on your intense orgasm. it could possibly be the best you've experienced. He was aware of that fact as well. “I love when you do that.” honestly you did too. The aftershock of it all had you both mesmerized, your body just a quaking mess, panting and moaning. You struggled a bit to get air back into your lungs but Gojo's hands squeezed on your waist reassuringly. Your hips were beginning to relax and he once again found a place to momentarily rest his head on your thighs.
He huffed a small howl of amusement. You could instantly tell what he was so giddy about. “So? Honeypot?” you questioned him, not in a judging manner but out of curiosity and excitement. “It kind of just came out of me in the moment.” You couldn't help but laugh at his answer, a fitting response. You took a second to relish in the sight of your cum and his sweat tracing his brow. It will forever remain a mystery on how you managed to get so addicted to the world’s biggest pain in the ass, but here you were.
That evil little smirk made another appearance on his face while he brought himself up to kiss you, the taste of yourself was very much present on his tongue and soft lips, you screeched in excitement. He swiftly lifted you off the counter and began his trek towards his bedroom.
“Are you maybe just a bit more curious on what else I can do to that pretty body of yours?”
yeah this is trash uh if you read this sorry for the lack of seasoning in your food
tags: @bobabybo @ibukiirisha
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New Jujutsu Kaisen hc because I like to suffer and I got this idea after my sign language inumaki hc.
Okay, so... we all know that in animes there's usually that one really stoic and aloof character whose friends are complete fucking idiots and they just have to deal with them, so most of the times they are just annoyed as fuck?? (Yes, I am completely using fushiguro, nobara and itadori's friendship dynamics as a reference)
And we also know that at some point, maybe because faced with their past or because they actually risked to lose their friends, there's that one scene when the stoic character looks at their two dumbass friends arguing over something trivial and they are staring at them from the sidelines,,, and suddenly they just burst into this soft precious smile with rosy cheeks because they realize how much they care for these two idiots even if they drive them crazy?? And everyone looks back at the stoic character completely fucking baffled because what??? They had never seen them smile before and it's just so heartwarming??
But now, just consider sarcastic and annoying reader, soft spoken and polite to the point of mockery towards higher ups and loud and stubbornly undaunted when crossed. Reader is basically the pissy intj of the situation who is halfway between self-deprecating and god complex (gojo probably raised them lol, let's be real). And contrary to the stoic character, who's a little tsundere sometimes?? and who doesn't want to admit they care, intj reader just doesn't care. They don't want to. They don't know if it's worth it and are probably afraid that it's not.
Imagine them being a second year, and they're infamous because as much as you'd like to hate them (and prob a lot of people do) their "friends" really can't. Because reader is all about gratuitous sarcasm and soiled stubbornness that makes you roll your eyes, but they are also the first one to believe in Maki with everything they have got when she talks about her family history, they're the one that silence harshly the petty remarks of the Zenin whenever the most important families in Jujutsu meet, and no, it's not because they think maki can't fight her own battles, they'd never dare open their mouth to defend her because they know maki's own actions and achievements speak much louder, but they will never tolerate the Zenin's disrespect towards her.
They are the one that secretly buy books about sign language to learn it for inumaki, and before that they had an evergrowing list of his onigiri vocabulary on the noteapp of their phone. They're the ones that stay to the dorms with Panda when the others go get snacks because Panda can't really go out on their own, and reader always brushes it off by saying that they don't like going out anyways. They're the one that firstly greeted Yuuta with a half smile, tired but not forced nor fake, and called Rika a "pretty girl" because while she might have looked "just so scary", reader knew better than to dismiss the little girl still behind that "scary" appearance.
Reader is the one that exasperatedly yells at fushiguro, bite in their voice but none in their words, when they tell him that his thoughts and concerns are real and valid. They are the one that huff at itadori's sulking about sukuna and flick his forehead, then reassuring him not to have regrets for wanting to save people's lives when he ate that damn finger and that "whatever stupid thing you do, your senpais will have your back". Reader is the one that tries out new bakeries for Nobara in their free time so that she doesn't have to visit every single one in order to find Saori, and then brings her back her favourite pastries. And they're still the one that when gojo whines loudly, halfway between truly joking and self-deprecating, sigh at him and say in a joking tone "You might be standing alone as the strongest, but that doesn't mean that you always need to stand alone, you know that right?".
And it's so frustrating, because if any of the people at Jujutsu High was to be asked to describe reader, probably that would still leave every single one of them with their mouth hanging open in search of words, because they are annoyingly stubborn and loud, probably a little bit pretentious too, they're also soft and caring and attentive.
But they also know nothing more, nothing else about them. So what the fuck are they supposed to say??
Now, imagine that it all comes tumbling down one day, the elders come to Tokyo Jujutsu High to take reader with them (I imagine reader being like part of one of the main families, not the main threes, maybe a really important one just for the politics?? And the kind that just marries off their children to the three main families in exchange of retaining a high position, and like reader wasn't even born into it, they were adopted because they had like a really strong cursed technique or smth, that's why people from Jujutsu High didn't know who they were, cause they kept their old surname and basically escaped from their old life, cause fuck it, if the elders want them just to be someone's spouse, they are gonna be petty like that and become one of the best sorcerers instead).
For the first time they see reader scared out of their fucking mind, cause no, they don't want for their friends and their teacher to see them like this, to get their past thrown back at their face and drag everyone down with them. It makes them feel weak and helpless, and they fucking despise it.
But ofc no one there is gonna have any of the elders shit, gojo in the first place, and the second years too, boi they are so pissed, the first years just throw all caution towards the elders outta the window, cause they don't care.
They just refuse to hand reader over like they're not their own person.
And let's say they manage to send the elders back empty handed (for now at least, cause yes, I have more hc). But everyone if so fucking shocked??? And naturally now they see reader in a completely different light. And they treat them differently too.
And of course reader notices, how could they not, and they feel so disgusted cause they don't want their pity, they don't need it, they had spent already enough time pitying themselves.
But the thing is that they aren't acting like this out of pity, they don't pity reader, quite the opposite, they just see them as stronger. Because now they saw that reader too has weaknesses and insecurities, and all those things that reader calls disgusting and tries to hide, all those things that make reader agonizingly human. All those things that make them even more of a precious and admirable friend in everyone's eyes.
And so like, imagine that reader has closed themselves off in their dorm room, and no one is allowed in. They come out just late at night to take something to eat, but this time, they find everyone there in the kitchen/living room or whatever, and when they see reader coming all of them start stumbling on their words: the first years and their calls of "senpai! Please don't go back!" fushiguro is there too, and even maki looks worried, inumaki is weirdly serious, yūta visibly wants to speak but can't seem to find the right words and gojo sensei is there too, trying to silence everyone because of course, he is the teacher so "I need to be the first talking!".
And reader is just there, standing and watching all the people they care about the most argue and stutter. And it's a whole fucking mess, but it's okay, because reader is a bit of a mess too, and afterall who isn't?
And suddenly they all turn around to look back at reader because they be on the floor laughing their ass off at the scene, and then they stop laughing and look back at them with the biggest and yet softest smile ever.
And they take everyone's breath away, not because they had never seen reader smiling or laughing, they have, they do it plenty of times, but it's never like this. It's never this happy.
And it's in that moment that reader understands. They see it, and it's as clear as a day. They want to care. They care so fucking much. Because them, all of them, they are worth it.
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Wheew, this turned out to be longer than expected,,, I’m so sorry shsjsksk. Also, thank you SO much for everyone who read, commented or liked my previous headcanon about inumaki knowing sign language, I really didn’t think anyone would read it, I just wrote it for shit and giggles but and now I don’t know how to respond???Also maybe I’ll be posting more of these, like a series with this reader? Yeah, I really can’t keep my mouth shut so lol.
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6. Draco Malfoy - Rainy Nights, Warm Drinks
*Warning - smut*
“I want you.”
“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”
Draco’s p.o.v
Loud chatter filled the jam-packed dining hall as students discussed their Christmas plans while their grubby hands reached for the feast laid out before each house. My gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the turkey and sides that touched my plate, my fork picking at whatever it could reach without me moving too much. I was counting down the moments that led up to Dumbledore clinking his fork against his glass that would dismiss everyone from Hogwarts, sending them home. Each single tick drove me crazy as I shook my leg, desperately pleading for time to move faster. At the end of this feast, everyone would be on the train heading to their families, while I would finally get to see the one person that I couldn’t get off my mind. Even now, the only thing I could think about was seeing her beautiful face and hearing her soothing, angelic voice, tuning out the voices of my friends.
“Draco? Earth to Draco!”
Pansy’s voice sliced right through my current thoughts involving my plans after school. Blinking a few times, I turned my head to see Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pike, and Nott staring at me. While Pansy stared at me with concern, the guys stared at me skeptically.
“What?” I muttered, dully.
“Pansy asked you what you were doing during the break,” Blaise informed, taking a sip from his cup.
“Yeah,” Pansy agreed, “I was thinking you and I could go on a date since we won’t be in school.”
A date? I had broken up with Pansy a year ago with the excuse that dating her had become boring, which it had, however, the real reason I left Pansy was because I had fallen in love with another girl. The whole thing had torn me up since day one because I hadn’t believed that I, the Slytherin Prince, could have fallen for a muggle, and yet I did. After a whole week of thinking about it and running everything carefully through my mind, I finally decided that I didn’t love Pansy and needed to end it with her before things got too serious.
“I won’t be returning home this Christmas,” I stated, “Dumbledore has asked me to stay and help tutor some second years in potions.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Pansy sneered, “it isn’t your job to teach those brats.”
“You’re dad’s okay with that?” Nott asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“He wasn’t at first but once Dumbledore told him that I was the highest ranking student when it came to potions, he settled down and decided that I’d make a great leader for those snot nose brats,” I spoke, pride dripping from my lying tongue.
Of course, staying at Hogwarts wasn’t a complete lie, it was just not the full truth. For the first four days of break, I’d be staying with Maggie and her Grandmother then I’d come back to Hogwarts to help out with tutoring, and it’ll keep going like that until school starts again. It was an agreement that I had worked out with Dumbledore after he found out about Maggie, which if I’m being honest, I’m not even sure how he found out.
“And you’re okay with it?” Blaise asked, amused.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” I muttered.
I looked back down at my plate, feeling their eyes still watching me but not paying attention to it. Eventually, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and clinked his silverware against his wine glass. The chatter stopped immediately as everyone turned their impatient attention to the headmaster. Excitement was bursting through my chest, something I never thought I’d ever feel for a girl like Maggie. Dumbledore started by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and happy holiday, then proceeded in telling everyone what to expect when they got back from break. We were expected to practice and prepare for our O.W.Ls that were coming up, which Umbridge decided to announce after interrupting Dumbledore. I may have pretended to like Umbridge and do as she said to appease my friends, but in all honesty, I hated her more than I hated anyone else.
After all of Dumbledore and Umbridge’s talking, the feast disappeared from our tables and it was time for everyone to head to the train. I saw my friends on the train. Pansy turned around.
“Well maybe I can stay here with you, so you aren’t alone,” she offered.
Annoyance broke out across my face, “I’ll be fine, Pansy. I’m not interested in spending time with you anyway, so you’ll just be alone.”
She started pouting while the other snickered behind her back. Scoffing, she stormed past everyone onto the train. I waved goodbye to the others and they followed after Pansy to the cart. Those leaving for the Christmas holiday were finally headed towards the platform and those who would be staying at Hogwarts for the vacation headed back towards the school.
As I was approaching the entrance, I saw Dumbledore standing there waiting for me, a smile on his face.
“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” he stated, “have you gotten your belongings together?”
“My bag is sitting in my room,” I replied.
“Once you collect it, go to Hagrid’s. He’ll be waiting for you there to help you get to the muggle world. Have a safe trip.”
With that, Dumbledore walked away allowing me to go fetch my belongings.
I grabbed my trunk out of my dorm room and carried it all the way towards Hagrid’s small hut just a little ways from the school. Hagrid was outside playing fetch with his large hound as I finished walking towards him. Immediately, he looked up after tossing the rather large stick across the field.
“Malfoy,” Hagrid said, “what brings you here?”
I raised an eyebrow. He was kidding, right?
The big oaf laughed heartily and patted my shoulder with his gorilla sized hand.
“I’m messing, is all,” he bellowed, “let’s get a move on it before anyone notices.”
Hagrid opened the door to his home and gestured me inside. Sitting on the table when he opened the door was a thick, black bag filled with dark, gray powder. Hagrid scooted around me and picked up the black bag before meeting my gaze. This was awkward for me, and I knew he could tell but fortunately he didn’t say anything to make it worse. Instead, he told me that the floo network would take us to Diagon Alley and we’d have to walk through another entrance into the muggle world. From there we’d take a wizard bus, which I found odd, straight to Maggie’s farmhouse just on the outskirts of London. However, I grew bored with being explained the plan and just wanted to get there already.
I went through the floo network first and waited for Hagrid patiently for a moment. Once he was standing by my side, he took my luggage and walked with me through Diagon Alley. We both walked through the less populated parts of Diagon Alley until the two of us reached a dead end. Hagrid tapped his umbrella against the wall in a pattern and they started pulling apart revealing the empty alley of the muggle world. The smell was different from the one back in the wizarding world. I could definitely smell freshly mown grass, but there was an oil smell mixed in too. As Hagrid and I walked past all of the people and shops that adorn the streets, I could smell pastries, coffees, and other foods that I recognized. I could feel the inside of my mouth water.
We waited on the sidewalk near a coffee shop for what seemed like forever before a bus came to a sudden stop in front of us. No one seemed to notice its incredible speed.
“Why hello there, Hagrid,” said a frail, stubbled face man wearing a purple suit.
“Hello to you too, Stan Shunpike,” Hagrid laughed, “starting work a bit early, aren’t you?”
Shunpike gave a crooked smile and nodded his head before gesturing us on. I went to grab my trunk when Shunpike grabbed it instead, pushing me inside. The smell was something to gag at. It smelled worse than anything I could imagine. Hagrid took a seat.
“Aren’t you going to have a seat, Malfoy?” He questioned.
“No, I’d rather stand,” I muttered, disgust lacing my voice.
“Where to?” Shunpike asked.
Hagrid gave the address and Shunpike looked at us confused.
“That’s a muggle household.”
“Not completely,” Hagrid said, “Loral Belle is the homeowner, Dumbledore’s friend.”
A slow nod bounced off his thin shoulders and sat down.
“Ernie, you know where to go.”
As soon as the knight bus took off, the speed pushed me back. Not even my grip was strong enough to keep me in place and I ended stumbling backwards until Hagrid’s large hand grabbed ahold of me. I pretty much clung to Hagrid’s large arm as we whirlwind through the busy streets of London. Two trucks stood in the way of the bus and I thought we’d slow down. However, we didn’t. Instead, the bus warfed itself so that it was thinner and we slid right through the small crack separating the two muggle vehicles. It wasn’t long before we reached the dirt road that led to Maggie’s farmhouse. Hagrid paid Shunpike and told him that there was extra in it for him if he waited for him and kept this visit a secret. Shunpike agreed with a large smile on his face.
Hagrid grabbed my trunk and led the way to Maggie’s. He tried to make small talk with me as we hiked down the dirt road, but neither one of us knew what to say to each other.
“How did you meet her?” He finally asked, catching my attention.
“My father had some work to do with an old, retired friend,” I said, all of the memories flooding back to my mind, “I saw her sitting by the fountain reading a book when a group of guys started harassing her. I watched her try to get away from them, failing miserably, so I stepped in despite her being a muggle. A gentleman never lets a woman get pushed around. She already knew I was a wizard when I helped her, she said that her Grandmother had taught her to tell the difference from a young age. The more I talked to her, the more I liked being around her.”
A goofy smile appeared on his face, “she sounds like an amazing young woman.”
“She is.”
Sitting on the porch when we got there was Grandma Loral rocking back and forth while a red scarf was being knitted next to her in the air. When she saw us, a smile appeared on her face and she climbed to her feet, approaching us at the edge of her porch.
“Hagrid,” she greeted, “it’s been years.”
“Nice to see you too, Loral,” Hagrid said, “I wish I could stay long, but I’m only here to drop off Mr. Malfoy. I’ll see you in four day.”
I looked up at Hagrid, “thank you, Hagrid.”
If I didn’t know any better, which I didn’t, I could have sworn I saw tears in Hagrid’s eyes. He tried to push it away and claimed that dirt had gotten in his eye, but I knew the truth. No one was use to me being so nice, and seeing me do so meant to them that I was finally deciding things on my own and not because my father wanted them. Just like my decision to continue seeing a muggle. Grandma Loral and I waved goodbye to Hagrid, once he was gone, Grandma Loral sat back in her seat.
“Maggie’s in the garden out back,” she said smiling, “thank you for coming, Draco. I know that the decision couldn’t have been easy.”
“Actually,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck, “it was the easiest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life.”
Grandma Loral told me to head back there and she’d take care of my trunk. Nodding, I walked down the steps and headed down the cobblestone path to find Maggie sitting underneath a tree reading a book. Dozens of flowers of all shapes and colors surrounded her and blew in the breeze. Her brown, curled locks of hair brushed delicately against her freckled face. She was as beautiful as the day I first saw her. I walked over to her and smiled at how deeply invested she was in her novel.
“Mind if I sit?” I asked.
Her body jerked and her head whipped around to see me standing there with a smirk on my face. A large grin stretched against her face from ear to ear before nodding eagerly. As soon as my body was positioned next to her, she threw her arms around me and squeezed tightly.
“I’m so happy to see you,” she said, releasing me from her tight grip.
“I’m happy to see you too, Maggie,” I said, “how have you been?”
“I’ve been fine. Things have been a little difficult lately.”
When I asked her why, a sad expression came to her face. I thought maybe she was being bullied more, but as she explained, I realized that it wasn’t that. Grandma Loral was getting sick and it was getting worse and worse. Maggie was worried that she’d lose her grandmother and have no one once she’s gone. I touched her hand and told her it was going to be okay. She looked up at me.
“How have you been?” She asked, her smile trying to distract me from her growing tears.
I told her about Umbridge and my family, she never looked away from me and held on to my hand the way I held on to her’s when she told me about her Grandma. It seemed we were both going through some stuff right now and all we wanted was for someone to talk and relate to.
The remainder of the day moved quicker than I had hoped. Maggie was now in the kitchen cooking up some soup for dinner while I set up the dining table. From the kitchen, the two of us could hear Grandma Loral coughing up a storm. Maggie grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and brought it to her grandma before returning to finish dinner.
After supper, Maggie helped her grandma to bed before joining me in the living room with two glasses of hoto cocoa. Rain started to drum against the roof of the farmhouse, lightning slashing against the darkened sky and thunder rolling across the heavy clouds. With each passing second, the rain got harder and louder. I sipped on my warm beverage and looked at Maggie. She had whipped cream sitting above her lip and I laughed causing her to look at me.
“What?” She asked, an innocent smile dancing on her face.
“You’ve got some whipped cream on your lip,” I chuckled, leaning forward and wiping it away with my thumb.
A small red tint appeared on her face as she tried to avoid eye contact with me. I could tell she was embarrassed and I found it to be more attractive than ever. I scooted closer to her and she looked at me.
“Draco, is everything okay?” She asked.
“I love you,” I blurted out.
Her bright green orbs widened in shock and I started to regret saying anything to her. I looked away from her, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling it to face her.
“I love you too,” she hummed.
Before I could stop myself, I smashed our lips together, saying a silent prayer that neither of us were holding that hot beverage. The kiss deepened and I pulled her into my lap, gripping her waist tightly to keep her in place. When we pulled away, she was panting from the lack of air, her lips red and slightly swollen from the heated kiss. I leaned down and started nibbling on her neck, earning a small whimper from her.
“D-Draco,” she gasped.
I unattached my lips from her warm flesh and peppered her jaw with kisses before reaching her ear.
“I want you, Maggie.”
Her body shivered at my words and I smirked. Maggie was gripping onto my blazer tightly.
“But I-”
“Shh,” I cooed, “I’ll be gentle.”
I waited for her to give me the signal to continue. When her head nodded, I laid her down on the cushioned couch and began kissing her again. I traced my tongue against her bottom lip and tasted the cherry lip gloss she had coated her plump lips with after dinner. My fingers squeezed her thigh and she gasped, giving me full entrance to the inside of her mouth. I slipped my tongue into her warm, wet mouth and our tongues fought over dominance, however, Maggie’s submissive side kicked in and she let me take control easily. Quiet moans spilled from her muffled mouth. When I pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled from both of our lips. A rosy tint illuminated off her face and her green eyes were hazy, her floral shirt was pulled up, revealing her black, laced bra.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my pants growing tighter at the sight of her coming undone from my touch.
Pulling myself up, I removed my blazer and tie before unbuttoning my white, dress-up shirt. Her glistening eyes watched my every move, widening at the sight of my bare chest. She started nibbling on her bottom lip as I pulled at the hem of her shirt.
“Let's get this off,” I muttered, my voice husky and dripping with arousal.
Maggie didn’t argue, she just pulled her shirt above her head revealing more of herself to me. I groaned as I leaned down and started sucking on her exposed skin, leaving wet kisses against her porcelain skin. Her heartbeat was pounding against her chest, her skin was heating up, and her fingers gripped the couch cushion. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra clasp. Immediately, her hands moved to cover herself up. I lifted her chin.
“Don’t hide yourself, baby girl,” I whispered, “let me see you, please.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She allowed me to remove her bra from her small body and I tossed it to the side with the rest of our clothes that littered the living room floor. I pressed my lips against hers once again, my left hand gripped her left breast and I almost melted at the feeling of her perfectly soft, fleshy breast. Her pink, peachy nipples hardened from both the cold air and my calloused hands pinching at them. Her moans were becoming louder, but not too loud since her grandmother was sleeping.
“Draco, please,” she moaned, her hips moving against my own.
“What is it?” I moaned back, “what do you need, baby girl? Tell me.”
“I-I need you. Please.”
Those words turned me on even more. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, her black matching panties hugged her hips. I hooked my fingers to her lacy panties, pulling them down and revealing her perfect pink cunt. My pants were becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second, so I quickly removed them from my body, discarding them to the floor with the rest of the pile. I started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, and tracing open mouth kisses against her body until I reached her lower area. The sweet aroma coming from her was intoxicating and I felt drunk from the scent alone.
I traced my tongue against her already soaking slit causing her to shiver and moan. My tastebuds were coated with her delicious nectar and I couldn’t help but dive in quickly. Her small fingers tangled themselves into my gelled hair, messing up every strand. A list of moans echoed off the walls as I flicked my tongue hungrily over her clit. Maggie tried to close her legs, but I pinned them back down. My gray-blue eyes flickered up, meeting her lustful orbs. She was covering her mouth because she was becoming too loud. Careful not to hurt her, I slipped a single finger between her folds and she flinched. I stopped.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “do you want me to stop?”
“N-no, it’s okay,” she panted, “i-it’s all just a n-new experience.”
Nodding, I went back to lapping up her flowing juices and started entering my finger again. This time it slipped in with ease. A few seconds passed and I added another finger, moving them slowly in and out of her.
“D-Draco, faster.”
I didn’t waste time and started moving my fingers faster and faster into her sex. Her back arched off the couch, I could feel her clenching around my fingers and I could tell she was getting closer and closer to her release. I started sucking on her swollen clit and she yelped out before cumming all over my fingers. I removed them from her then placed them in my mouth, sucking every last drop off of them. Groaning against my fingers, I pulled them out with a pop.
“Delicious,” I hummed, watching her chest move rapidly as she caught her breath, “have a taste.”
I captured her lips with mine and rummaged my tongue around her warm mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head making me smile at how undone she looked for me. I pulled away.
“Doesn’t that taste amazing, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.
All she could do was nod her head. Sweat was beaded against her forehead and her hair was starting to cling to her face, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Ready?” I asked, “and use your words for me.”
“I-I am,” she muttered, “I-I’m ready.”
Climbing on top of her, I aligned my hardened member with her entrance before pushing it, peppering kisses against her face as she cried out in pain. Once I was finally nestled inside of her aching cunt, I stayed there to let her adjust to my size. A minute passed by when she gave me the okay to move, then I started moving my hips at a slow pace. Every time I pulled out and pushed back in, I felt myself get squeezed around.
“God damnit!” I groaned quietly, “so fucking tight. It feels amazing, Maggie.”
“D-Draco, you’re s-so…” she couldn’t even finish her sentence.
I started moving faster and harder with each stroke and both of our moans filled the room along with the sound of our sweaty skin slapping against each other. Despite the noise coming from us, we remained quiet enough so we didn’t wake up Grandma Loral.
Maggie squeezed her eyes shut as I started snapping my hips harder to meet hers. I grabbed her chin with my right hand and pulled her head to meet mine, my lips feathering over her. Her warm breath fanning over my chapped, slightly parted lips.
“Keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby,” I said strictly.
Maggie’s eyes opened and our eyes stared at one another as I drilled into her repeatedly. Her nails raked into my back causing me to growl at the stinging pain. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder for a better position, my cock now going deeper into her sweet sex.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, resting my forehead against her, never tearing my eyes away from hers.
“Oh my God,” she said.
“Feel good, huh sweetheart,” I praised, “you love being fucked like this.”
I didn’t want to take it too far, afraid that me being rough or even degrading her would cause her to push me away. She was sensitive. But Maggie seemed to love my words and nodded her head furiously as she started meeting my thrust.
“Yeah you do, fucking slut.”
Her moans were like music to my ears and I could feel her tightening around my throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around her throat, not too tightly, her free hand gripping my arm as I practically slammed into her with inhuman speed. I didn’t know what came over me, but everything felt intoxicating and I felt energy rushing through me.
“I-I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.
“Then do it,” I growled against her lips, “cum.”
Her body started shaking as pure pleasure rushed over her small form. I watched her emerald eyes roll to the back of her head as I continued to slam into her, riding out her high. Our moans got louder, and we didn’t care that we were being loud. If we got caught, we got caught. All that mattered to me was watching her, being with her, loving her.
My thrust started getting sloppy as I felt myself coming to my end. I removed my hand from her throat, letting her lungs collect the well needed air, and buried my head into her sweaty neck. With a few final, strong thrust, I came inside her dripping cunt and moaned in her ear, or more like growled with pleasure. Her body shivered at the sound as she knotted her fingers in my hair. My body collapsed onto her, our chest heaving up and down as we tried to settle down. Once our breathing returned to normal, I pulled myself out of Maggie and laid next to her. I looked at her.
“Sorry,” I whispered, as I tiredly chuckled, “I didn’t mean to finish inside you.”
She giggled and shook her head, “it’s okay. I’m on birth control, so it’ll be fine.”
I smiled at her and leaned down to pick up my dress-up shirt. It was cool to the touch and as I cleaned up the mess on Maggie, she closed her eyes enjoying the welcoming, cold cloth. After I cleaned the both of us up with my shirt, I laid back down. Lightning flashed against the sky once again as a loud rumble of thunder hit the clouds. Maggie sat up and cracked the window open, the cool breeze washing over our sweaty bodies. I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled against her.
“I love you, Maggie,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Draco,” she said, “now and forever.”
Forever, huh?
A smile appeared on my face as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep next to the one girl I would sacrifice everything for. All of the thoughts that once invaded my mind, the unsureness of being with a muggle, how my father would act once he found out, all of it, disappeared. The only thought left was how I would protect her from Voldemort, and if she would still be by my side when she found out I was destined to be a death eater. But all of that could wait. I wanted nothing more than to enjoy the next four days with her.
I’ve never felt so relaxed before.
Forever sounds nice.
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Crybaby (m)
— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.
↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: smut ↳ word count: 9.6k ↳ warnings: dom!jk, sub!oc, oc is small in height, rough unprotected sex, oc cries a fuck ton bc sex is too good and cock is too big for her, daddy!jk, little!oc, choking, spanking, intense dirty talk lol are we surprised, jk’s lowkey a sadist, SIZE KINK, big dick kook, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, face fucking, name-calling, degradation, taehyung makes an appearance because why not, this is just one big porn without plot thank you
cute people: @seokjoontae @gwccivante @pompurii
A/n: Before you start reading, the OC that I imagine in this oneshot is small in height, so if you read words like ‘little’, ‘small’, and ‘tiny’, please don’t get offended or feel hurt! It’s just the way I pictured this OC, but you can completely ignore that if you want and paint your own. Everyone’s beautiful in whatever shape or form! <3
It was a cold, rainy day and you were walking along the paved sidewalks. Holding onto your umbrella with both hands as you tried to prevent it from folding upwards from the harsh wind, the only thing that was keeping you going -- was café that you’d always go to before work.
It was called Jeon’s Kitchen. It was a café that was super underrated for its location was hidden from the busy streets, yet it served the best coffee and pastries that you’ve ever tasted in your whole years of living.
You push the door of the café and the bell rings, signaling your arrival. The fresh smell of baked bread and coffee instantly hits your nose, and you almost roll your eyes back from its heavenly scent. Folding your wet umbrella close, you greet the man from the other side of the glass counter. “Good morning Mr. Jeon!”
“Ah, Y/n, here you are,” he smiles back at you, his forehead wrinkling as he wipes his wet hands on his apron. “Good morning to you as well! You look very happy this morning. Why’s that?”
You approach the counter as your boots create wet marks on the wooden floor. Letting out a giggle, you replied, “Thank you, sir. But there’s no big reason, really.”
You ordered your usual brown coffee with banana bread and sat down on an unoccupied seat. “Your friend Jimin isn’t with you today?” Mr. Jeon asks and you shake your head.
You chewed on your food as fast as you can before answering his question, “Jimin got on sick leave, Mr. Jeon. I’m all alone today!” You sing-songed your last words jokingly, making him laugh.
“Oh, you wouldn’t—”
“Hey, dad.”
Your whole body jumps in surprise as a man, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, bursts inside the café, all soaking wet.
You were so frightened from the sudden outburst that your heart was pumping rapidly in your chest.
“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” Mr. Jeon asks quizzically, “And why are you so wet?”
Mr. Jeon’s son, Jungkook – as you supposed – smirked for a quick second before pushing his damp hair away from his face. You gulp, cheeks blushing at the embarrassingly hot sight.
“Dad, stop talking like that before I –”
“You know what I mean!”
“Okay, okay! Well, my car broke down today so I got it towed then I had nothing to do so I decided to help you with work.”
“Oh, that’s great then!” Mr. Jeon scans the room and locks eyes with you for a long second, and you swiftly pry your eyes away. Mr. Jeon grins, “Keep that gorgeous young lady over there company before she goes to work.”
And before you even knew it, Jungkook was right in front of you with his hands on the table, leaning down as he stared at your stunned face with a smirk.
“Hello.” He speaks, his voice sounding like honey and charcoal mixed together.
You swallowed the nervous lump on your throat before replying, “Hi.”
“Is it okay if I sit here for a while, hm?”
You nod your head.
Jungkook chuckles and does what he says. He rests his arms on the table and intertwines his fingers together. His eyes burn deeply into your own and you couldn’t seem to look away. You felt your cheeks blush and turn into a deep shade of red, not used to a man this handsome so close to you.
Jungkook studies you for a moment, scanning you up and down before squinting his eyes. “Do you not talk?”
Ouch. You felt a sharp sting on your heart, immediately lowering your head down. “S-sorry,” you half-whispered, avoiding eye-contact. This man in front of you not only looks handsome and cute, but he’s got a sharp tongue.
“Ah, no, please. I apologize. I was just shocked, that’s all.”
You lift your head up, “Shocked? Why?” your shyness was slowly fading away and he observes this.
“I wasn’t expecting a girl like you to be so shy and quiet when I first laid my eyes on you.”
Oh? You didn’t know how to respond to that, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. You smiled at him, and he smiles back.
“I haven’t gotten your name yet though, haven’t I?”
Your body hastily prompts up, “Oh, yeah. I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.”
“Y/n,” he licks his lips as he says your name slowly as if testing how it rolls off of his tongue. You bite your lip at that, making you squirm in your seat.
“I like it, you have a very pretty name. Just like you.”
Before you can react or even respond to that, he cuts you off. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you.”
“N-Nice to meet you too, Jungkook.”
Perhaps dating Jungkook was the best decision you’ve ever made.
Pinned against his bedroom walls, Jungkook leans down as he kisses you. His lips completely control yours, his dominant side showing and overpowering you. You keep moaning onto the kiss and that makes him groan. “Fuck, baby,” he sighs, scattering gentle pecks on the skin of your neck, “You like how I kiss you, hmm?” his big hands wander down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and causing you to moan.
“A-ah, Jungkook,” you whimper, his hands not leaving your butt. Jungkook smirks and pulls your body closer to him. You were so small that you literally had to tilt your head back to look up at him. He leans down to kiss your lips once more, but it was rougher. He wraps his whole left arm around your body, tugging you firmer, while his other hand cups your right cheek. He controls the kiss, your tongues fighting together and you couldn’t keep up with him.
You keep whining in the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt in a loose attempt of telling him to slow down. Your cheeks were flushed in red, blushing by how turned on you are for him.
Jungkook chuckles, stopping the kiss. “You keep moaning into the kiss baby girl, what are you, hmm? A little schoolgirl who got kissed for the first time?” he teased, your face redder than it already was. Jungkook suddenly growls darkly, the deep sound finding its way down your core. “Your little whimpers turn me on so fucking much.”
Your eyes widen from his crude words, feeling your panties soak. You rub your thighs together, and your boyfriend sees this. He smirks, lifting your small body with his strong arms and carrying you to his bed.
He sets you down gently with a grin, pushing the stray hairs away from your face. “You aren’t a virgin, aren’t you, baby?” he asks with a quirk of his brow.
You shake your head, “N-no… why?”
He chuckles, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan to fuck you like one.”
You almost moan with just that sentence, every little thing that he does turns you on. He suddenly grabs your legs and pushes them apart so that he can kneel in between them. Lifting up his black shirt, your mouth waters from the sight of his toned body. A quiet whimper escapes your lips as you bit on your index finger.
“Bet those little panties are soaking wet right now, huh?” he snickers, playing with the hem of your cotton shirt. “Let me take this off, okay?”
You whimpered, quickly placing your hand on top of his as you stopped him. You shake your head side to side, your eyes drooping.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s heart clenches at the sight of you and quickly leans down to caress your cheeks lovingly, “What’s the matter, my baby?”
“I-I,” you tried to start, “I’m not v-very pretty…” Your voice was shaking and you attempted to cover your face with your little hands, but Jungkook didn’t let you.
He firmly catches both of your wrists in his right hand. His eyes were burning holes in yours, “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Y/n.”
You gulp, noticing how he addressed you by your first name, and not the usual ‘baby’. His tone got more serious, his eyebrows creasing down.
He slowly creeps a hand beneath your shirt, feeling the soft, delicate skin of your tummy. Jungkook sighs, caressing your lower stomach with his big hand, massaging it gently. “You are so beautiful, Y/n, and you should believe me when I say that.”
He leans down lower to kiss your delicate lips tenderly, full of love. “You know I don’t lie to you. You’re the most beautiful and perfect girl I’ve ever met, and I’m so fucking lucky to even have you. Your body’s a blessing, baby. Be proud of it, yeah? Will you let me see your gorgeous body?”
His words immediately made you feel better, and it was surprising how he can control the way you felt. You felt so loved whenever you’re with him, a feeling that you’ve never felt in a long time. You were definitely the luckiest girl in the world.
Nodding your head, you gave him permission to remove your shirt. He smiles and slowly lifts the clothing up and throws it down on the floor. He eyes your body up and down, noticing how his cheeks blush in the faintest of pinks. “Shit,” he breathes out, “you’re a fucking goddess.”
Jungkook wastes no time to spread wet and sloppy kisses down the valley of your exposed breasts and down to your stomach. “J-Jungkook,” you moan, and a loud gasp escape your lips when he wraps his mouth around your left nipple, sucking and flicking on the hard bud.
“O-oh, y-yeah, Jungkook, mhm …” you throw your head back when he starts playing with your other boob as he continued to flick and bite on the little bud. Gripping a bunch of his hair, Jungkook growls from the feeling. He pulls away with a loud ‘pop’ and moves to your other boob to give it the same attention.
Jungkook’s hips were involuntarily humping down on you, feeling his hard cock rubbing on your thighs. You whimper, bucking your hips up to him in an attempt to feel some friction. He chuckles, “Needy little girl.”
He moves away from your body and you whine from the loss of contact. Jungkook only smirks and starts to unbutton his jeans, pulling the clothing down and tossing it to the side. Your mouth waters from the sight of his clothed cock. His cock looked long and thick from the way it was outlined from his briefs.
“Jungkook,” you mewled, biting your lip as you pleaded at him with your eyes.
He brings his hand down to tease you, palming his clothed, hard dick as he keeps eye contact. He was smirking, loving the way your body squirms on the bed. He grips his cock and strokes it up and down slightly. The image of him throwing his head back, his neck slowly starting to bead with sweat, his large hand palming his dick was enough to make you cry out loud.
“You want it, baby?” he asks with a raspy voice, crawling back to you.
“Yes, p-please,” you begged, but Jungkook shakes his head.
“M’gonna eat you out first. Gonna need this pretty cunt soaking wet for me before I fuck your little hole.”
Jungkook wastes no time and rips your shorts away, and he sees the little wet patch on your cotton panties. “Fucking hell,” he groans, his eyes rolling back to his head as your smell hits his nose. He rubs your clothed folds with his thumb, the slightest action already making you moan. “Damn, baby. You’re so sensitive. When was the last time you got fucked, huh?”
“L-Long, long time ago—oh my god, Jungkook!”
Without a warning, he pulls your panties down and licks a harsh, bold stripe from your dripping wet hole and up to your clit. He does this a second, a third time before you’re already begging and gripping on his hair. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, careful not to directly put his tongue on it.
“Please, w-wan’ more.” You mewled, eyes closed shut.
Jungkook suddenly prods the tip of his tongue on your entrance, collecting all of your gushes and wetness and letting himself taste you. He growls, his hand comes up to play with your clit using his thumb. He circles your bud gently as his mouth plays with yours slick. Your pussy throbs when he replaces his hand with his mouth, harshly sucking on your clit as his tongue flicks on it at the same time.
“Fuck! J-Jungkook,” you sobbed, bucking your hips up for more, “I want m-more, please, please, please!”
Jungkook gets turned on from your endless pleads, sucking on your clit harsher and flicking it faster. “Tell me how my tongue feels on your pussy, babe,” He groans animalistically, and the vibrations it caused made your whole body shake in pleasure.
“It f-feels so good, so good,” you sob, “I want more of it, please!”
You felt a finger prodding at your entrance, and your body writhes. “Shh, shh, baby, baby,” Jungkook coos, “Let me prep you up, baby girl.”
You hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly sinks his middle finger inside your tight pussy. You gush around his finger, more of your liquid starts to drip down as he slowly fills you up with a single digit. Your eyes roll back, mouth agape as you couldn’t seem to form any words.
“Thaaat’s right, that’s a good girl, hmm?” he smirks, watching how your hips buck up, “Gonna have to prepare you for this cock, right? Don’t want your little pussy splitting into two.”
Jungkook starts to thrusts his finger in and out of you at a normal pace, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. You were a whimpering mess, your forehead forming a layer of sweat, your pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Jungkook’s cock seems to twitch every time he hears your little whines and moans, your cute noises turning him on to the max. He feels precum dripping down from his tip, making him groan.
Without saying anything, Jungkook shoves a second finger in, stretching your walls out good for him. “Ah, ah, ah, there we go, there we go, baby,” he sighs, licking his lips.
“Jungkook, I-I’m so close,” you whimpered, eyes watery.
“You are?” he teases and fakes a disappointed tone, “My baby girl’s already close? Oh what a shame, I wanted you to cum on my cock, not on my fingers, baby.” Even though you know that he was playing a displeased expression, you still took it to heart.
“B-But your fingers – aahh – your f-fingers will make me cum!” you cried, tears already dripping down your cheeks as you felt him fuck you faster, his thumb circling your clit at the same time. The nerves in your clit send electrical currents throughout your trembling body.
Jungkook growls as something snapped inside of him when he saw your tears. He wanted to see you sob.
“Yeah? They will?” he fusses, “Oh, I’ll be very disappointed if you cum right now, baby. You wanna make me mad?”
You quickly shake your head, sniffing, “N-no!”
“Then don’t fucking cum.” He growls.
The combined feeling of your walls getting stroked by his fingers and the way he was playing with your clit made it super hard for you. More tears seem to escape your eyes when he suddenly hits your g-spot deliciously. “Oh, right there!” you cry out, breathing heavily.
“Right here, baby? Ohh, you like it right here?” he licks his lips, loving the way your body contorts from pleasure. His fingers rub and stroke the spongey feeling of your g-spot with wild ‘come here’ motions. He sees your tears dripping down your eyes as little strands of hair were sticking on the base of your neck from the sweat. Your pussy kept clenching around his digits so hard that made his cock throb painfully.
“Please please please, let me cum!” you begged in a little voice, not having the energy to yell as loud as you wanted to. You tried your best to hold back your orgasm, but the way he was fucking your pussy with only his two fingers was too much for you.
“Please, I-I can’t stand it…” More tears dripped down onto your cheek, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you were getting closer and closer to cumming.
Yet, Jungkook suddenly removes his fingers out, denying your orgasm.
“No, no!” your whole body shakes and trembles and Jungkook immediately hovers above your figure. His hands hold your wet cheeks and wipes away the fallen tears, his cock twitching.
“Shh, baby girl, baby girl. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Jungkook places soft pecks on your lips, trying his best to calm you down as you were still shaking.
You whimpered, literally sobbing as you tried to stop yourself from crying, but everything was just out of control. Your pussy kept clenching around nothing and your breathing was heavy. Jungkook places his head on the crook of your neck, rubbing your sides and he scatters kisses on your shoulder. He chuckles breathily, completely amused and turned on, “It’s okay, precious.” He lifts his head up to look at your face, all flushed and your eyes glossy, “I’m gonna make you cum so good and so hard. I’m gonna make it up to you, little baby.”
“Y-you better,” you sniff, making him chuckle.
He tugs his briefs down with one and the other wipes the remaining tears on your cheek. He hisses when his dick hits your inner thigh, stroking it a couple of times and spreading his precum.
“You like what you see, my baby?” he smirks, noticing how you couldn’t get your eyes off of his hard cock.
It was so big, you weren’t even sure if it’ll fit. Your past boyfriends couldn’t even compare to him. The tip of his cock was pouring precum and it was angry in red, the veins in his shaft prominent that made you mewl. Crossing your legs together in need, a whimper flows out of you as you felt your pussy drip. You wanted to feel it inside of you for the first time, you want him to break you.
“What are thinking, hmm? Baby?” he says, letting his thick shaft rub against your wet, soaked slit. You whimper, bucking your hips up but his hands push you back down with a growl.
“Y-You’re so big, Jungkook,” you blush, “It wouldn’t fit.”
“Oh, I fucking know, baby,” the tip of his dick slightly nudges your clit, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “I don’t even know if you can take it.”
He hears you whimper and he slaps your cunt a couple of times with his thick dick, “But you will.”
Jungkook pushes the tip slowly against your entrance, and you close your eyes immediately from the feeling. He was going so slow yet you can feel how your walls were stretching so much with just the tip.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses, trying to fit this whole tip in without accidentally breaking you in half, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck, even with how wet you already are. Goodness, baby,” he chuckles, pulling his cock out as he tries to fit it in for a second time, “Pussy so fucking tiny, can’t even get the head to fit.”
He was able to push about half of his cock inside your cunt yet you already feel so full. You couldn’t stop the way your pussy was dripping more and more juices out, and Jungkook loved the way it felt.
He notices how your eyes were getting watery once again, and this time he felt concerned.
“Does it hurt, baby? Please tell me to stop if it gets too much for you,”
“No, no, please. Please continue,” you say with a small voice, trying to control your breathing, “I-I just love the way it feels so much.”
Jungkook feels his cock pulse from your praise, and it definitely turned a switch inside of him, “Yeah, you do? Look at you, crying already. Crying ‘cause you love the feeling, huh? Love the feeling of my cock stretching your tiny, delicious cunt?”
You nod your head frantically, feeling how he pushes more and more of his cock into you. It felt like it doesn’t seem to end. “S-so…big…” you cry, sniffing. Jungkook lifts your legs up and hangs it on his shoulders, the new position caused him more room to push and his tip hits your g-spot without trouble.
“Oh!” you yell, “Jungkook!”
“Fuuuuuck!” he drags out, starting to pump slowly, “Feels so fucking good. Your little cunt feels so tight, shit, it keeps clenching, baby.” Jungkook throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.
“I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, “I’m gonna c-cum!”
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to fuck you a bit faster, hitting your sweet spot without difficulty with his thick tip. “Cum, baby, I’m not gonna stop you.”
Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure, the feeling of a large wave hitting your body as you went through your hard orgasm. You’ve never cummed so hard in your entire life. You started seeing stars as your pussy clenches tightly around Jungkook’s cock as you feel him fuck you harder and faster through your orgasm.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, “Jung—oh my god!”
Jungkook adjusts his position and starts to fuck you deeper, his arms keeping him up as he pounds down in your cunt. He watches your reaction, how you never stopped crying and how you kept moaning and whimpering for him. He watched how your tiny figure was curled up, your legs hanging on his shoulders as it provided him more space to fuck you. He smirks and chuckles, loving how submissive you are.
“You love how I fuck you, huh, you love my cock? You love how my big, long cock stretches your tiny little cunt out? Hmm?”
You don’t respond as you were too focused on the feeling of his big cock pounding your pussy, his balls hitting your butt. His shaft was rubbing against your walls so good that it was the only thing you can think of. When you don’t answer, Jungkook gives one particular, hard thrust, his tip harshly hitting your g-spot.
“O-oh! Jungkook…” you whined.
“Answer when someone asked you a question, you bad, little girl.”
“I-I…” you gulped, “I love it, Jungkook…”
He pushes another inch of his cock in, making you gasp loudly.
“Love what?”
“I l-love how your big cock stretches me out,” you mewled, biting your lip right after. Jungkook cock throbs when your eyes meet and they looked so big. Your eyes were watery as more tears kept escaping from them, and Jungkook wanted to wipe them off of your face, but the sight was too good.
The way you were looking up at him so innocently made him fuck you harder and deeper, getting even closer to his own orgasm.
“Why’re you such a fucking crybaby, huh?” he chuckles, “Crying all this time, hmm? Couldn’t take my fingers and my cock? You couldn’t take how I fuck you raw? Fuck, baby. Cry as much as you want, I’m not gonna fucking stop until you say so.”
Saying that Jungkook was turned on was an understatement. There were no words to describe how aroused he was in this situation. He was so fucking lucky to have you.
“Deeper, please,” you sobbed. Jungkook does just that. His thrusts turn even harsher as he basically pushes all of his cock in, not caring that it might sting. “Aahh! K-Kook!” you cry, but he doesn’t care at this point. He was too in his feelings.
“Yeah, look at my pretty little girl taking all of this cock in her little cunt. You filthy little thing, you like it when I fuck you balls deep?” he chuckles when you nod your head, sniffing.
“My crybaby. I love to see you cry. Love to feel how my dick stretches that little pussy. So fucking tight, fuck.”
Jungkook feels your pussy clenching sporadically around him once more, and he senses your second orgasm. “Cum, baby. Cum around my cock again. Please, fuck. Wanna feel your walls tighten around my raw dick. Wanna see you scream my name and sob for me. Wanna see this little pussy ruined.”
That was all that it took for you to cum. Your hands scratch down his back as your walls tighten around his thick girth. Your mouth was agape as you screamed his name like he wanted to. “Jungkook! Oh my god, oh my god…” Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm again as he helped himself reach his own high. You came so hard, your mind going blank as you just focused on the delicious, addictive sensation.
“Fuuuuck, yeah, oh my fucking god.” He curses, and with a few hard thrusts, he pulls out and shoots his cum on your stomach. Strings of his seed cover your skin and you moan from the sight. He kept pumping his cock with his right hand, his biceps flexing and abs tightening as he milked his cock clean.
After he was finished he flops beside you with a loud sigh. “Oh my god. I came so fucking hard.”
You giggle at that as you watch him stand up immediately to grab a wet towel from the bathroom, and coming back to wipe your body with it. He then tends to your face, wiping your cheeks using the clean side of the cloth. “I’m sorry if it was too much for you, Y/n,” he breathes out, “Seeing someone cry like that during sex was a first time for me.”
“No, i-it’s okay. I loved it. I cried because it feels too good. I’ve never felt that type of way, I promise.”
His eyes light up, his lips curving into a smile, “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nod, “I probably looked dumb crying, didn’t I?
“No, no, no! Absolutely not.” He quickly says, stroking your hair. He kisses your lips lovingly, and you can feel how much he loves and cares for you in that little kiss. “You didn’t look dumb, in fact...” Jungkook looks away, blushing a little bit as he wondered if he should say it or not.
‘Oh, whatever.’ “It turned me on.”
You lift your eyebrows up in shock, and now it was your turn to blush. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” he leans down close to your ear, and you can feel his hot breath hitting the skin, sending shivers down your back, “You looked so fucking cute like that, baby. So fucking hot, shit,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “I’ll stop talking before I fuck you again… just to see you cry.”
“Jungkook!” you playfully slapped his arm, your face completely red in embarrassment. “I’m too tired for another round.”
“I know, I know, baby. Let’s get some rest, little one.”
Having sex with Jungkook for the first time made you closer to him than ever. After that day, Jungkook seemed more protective of you. It wasn’t like he isn’t protective of you before having sex, but… things felt different.
He also acts more helpful? You weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe it, but he acted more caring than he already was.
He’d always cook for you whenever you visit him, he’d pick out clothes for you to wear and help you put them on, he’d grip your hand tighter whenever the two of you crossed the road, he’d order food for you in restaurants, and he would even massage your back whenever you came home from work. It was the simplest thing he does for you that amuses you. To be honest, it made you feel soft and fluffy on the inside. It made you feel a type of way, like you feel so protected and loved around him.
Knocking on his front door three times, you waited for Jungkook to appear as you held your hands behind your back.
“Oh, hi Y/n.” Your eyes widen when you saw Taehyung, his roommate, open the door instead of your boyfriend.
“T-Taehyung!” you stutter, completely surprised, “Hi… is Jungkook home?” you asked politely. You and Taehyung met a couple of times before, yet your conversations were always short and a bit awkward. Taehyung was a great guy, but he was always out and about so you didn’t have the opportunity to get to know him.
He was almost the same height as your boyfriend, and you still had to look up.
“He isn’t here yet, he’ll be back in a few minutes though.” He says in a monotone voice, towering over you. He looks at you so sharply that it made you feel intimidated. His eyes turned into little slits, eyeing your little figure up and down. You could’ve sworn he smirked for a quick second, but perhaps your mind was only playing with you.
If you knew that Jungkook’s roommate would be home, your outfit wouldn’t be a simple oversized t-shirt and short cotton shorts.
“Come in.” he states simply as he moves aside to give you some room. “Please act as if I’m not here.”
“O-oh,” you whisper, “okay…”
You watch Taehyung as he disappears into the hallway and goes inside his room, the door shutting with a loud bang. You frown. Maybe he had a bad day?
You still had so much time to kill left, so you had an idea. You walked up to Taehyung’s doorstep and gulped before knocking. “Taehyung? C-can I ask you something?” you say in a quiet, small voice.
“What?” he shouts.
You sigh, “I wanted to ask you about some—” You shrieked when the door suddenly flies open, revealing him wearing headsets and a PS4 controller on one hand.
“Oh s-sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s okay,” he chuckles, “I’m having a bad day today, so I apologize if I seem like an ass.”
You giggle at that, nodding your head in acknowledgment. “I wanted to ask you if I can use some of your ingredients, I want to surprise him some food before he gets home.” You say giddily, not realizing that you’re standing up in your tippy toes.
Taehyung looks down and notices this, making him laugh and shake his head in amusement. “Yeah, of course, Y/n. You can use whatever you want.”
“Yay! Thank you!” You quickly ran back to the kitchen as Taehyung laughs at you, his mouth smiling wide as he shuts the door, resuming to his game.
Jungkook can feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach as he parks his car, knowing that he’ll be seeing you again today after such a long day. He bites his lip as he makes his way to the front door, the thought of hugging your body, of kissing your sweet lips and smelling your scent was driving him insane. He wants to feel you. To see you again.
You, on the other hand, don’t hear the keys jiggling as you kept humming to yourself as you made him his favorite snack. Jungkook opens the door and sees you facing away from him, chopping away on the counter. He creases his brows in confusion, smirking.
Jungkook crosses his arms together, biceps flexing as he quietly walks closer. He leans his arms on the marble island, watching you in amusement.
You kept humming your favorite song, not knowing that your boyfriend was right behind you. You tip-toed as you tried to open the cupboard right above you, but it was too high for your short height. Huffing a breath, you reached your right arm higher, stretching up as much as you could. Jungkook only watched with a cocky smirk, lifting a hand up as his thumb and index finger played with his bottom lip. He watches how your shirt hikes up, revealing more of your butt, how you struggled to keep yourself in your tippy toes.
Even though you’ve admitted many times before how much you hated your height, Jungkook loves it so fucking much. He didn’t understand it before, but he loves how he can easily hold your tiny little body by just wrapping his big, strong arms around you. He loves to see how you seem so small beside his tall and intimidating build. It gives him the feeling to take care of you, the strong desire of wanting to protect you as your lover.
Besides all of that, though — the size difference turns him on.
His dominant side easily shows whenever you let him control your body with consent, letting him use your frail figure for both of your pleasure.
A whimper escapes your lips, “Mmph!” You frustratingly yelled, fingers trying to reach for the handle.
Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, feeling his cock twitch slightly inside his tight pants. He licks his lips and chuckles darkly when you wailed.
His eyes widen, though, when you lift your knee up to rest on the counter, trying to hoist yourself up as your hands grab onto the cupboard.
He quickly strides over to you and places two hands on your waist, pressing his front on your backside. “Hey, hey, careful, careful, little one.”
Your whole body jumps in surprise, eyes expanding as you flip your head to him, “Jungkook! You scared me!”
“No, you scared me. Climbing up the counter isn’t safe at all.”
Jungkook grabs your hoisted leg and puts it back on the ground. He still kept his body pressed firmly onto yours, not giving you space. “I couldn’t reach the cupboard…” you faintly said, making Jungkook giggle.
“I know. I was watching you this whole time.”
You gasp, trying to turn your body around to face him but his strength didn’t let you. He grips your waist firmer, a soft raspy growl leaving his lips. A blush creeps up your cheeks from the sound.
“T-then why didn’t you help me?” you grin, throwing your head back so that you can look up at him. The top of your head was pressed against his upper stomach, giving you a full view of his jaw and his face looking down at you.
Jungkook sighs, wrapping his hand around your throat without pressing. He leans farther down and presses a kiss on your forehead. “Because I thought you look fucking adorable.”
“Jungkook!” you shout with an embarrassed laugh. “P-please let me finish this snack I’m making for you.” You whine, wriggling your body as you tried to find a way out of his strong grip. Jungkook further plays his game though, wrapping his big arms around your small figure, enclosing your body with his firm hold.
“Mmm, fuck, I love you, I love you.” He mutters, making your heart flutter with his words. “I-I love you too, Kook. B-but you’re squeezing me so h-hard.” Your small hands try to push his arms away, but of course, it was useless.
Jungkook gives you one final kiss on the top of your head before he finally releases you, causing you to puff out a large breath. “Oh! Thank you,” you giggle, “please, let me finish this, Kook.”
“Okay baby,” he smiles, wandering to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. “Thank you.”
You nod your head and bite your lip, looking at his eyes. “Y-you’re welcome. But can you…” you look up at the cupboard, then back to him, “Can you please grab me the salt up there?”
Laughing, Jungkook nods and comes up to your side and opens the cupboard with no problem. “Here, little girl.”
You blush at the nickname as you grab the bottle with a blush on your cheeks. “Thank you.”
With a final kiss on the cheek, Jungkook playfully squishes your cheeks with one hand, “No need for that, babe.”
Jungkook also finds many different ways to spice up your sex life. Every round drained your energy but he had such a huge and impressive stamina.
“Jungkook, p-please, careful, careful…” you whimpered, closing your eyes tight as his dick kept pounding into your little cunt. Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle as he lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist. This position gave him better access to your g-spot, hitting all the right nerves that made you moan louder and louder with each thrust.
“Careful?” he snickers, “You want me to go careful on this pretty little pussy?” He pounds harder and deeper, making you cry out. “How can I go fucking careful when this cunt drives me wild. Drives me insane, huh? How can I go careful when you cunt keeps clenching around my thick cock? Hmm, baby?”
“Jungkook, oh my god,” you start scratching down his back from the pleasure he brings you, his dirty, filthy words sending you into a frenzy.
“My god, baby girl. Keep clenching your walls around me like that and I swear I’m gonna fucking cum inside this cunt. Oh my fu – shit! You wanna be a bad girl and keep tightening around my cock?”
You tried your best to relax, yet his powerful thrusts were making it hard for you to do so. You keep whimpering and whining, hugging his sweaty body closer on yours so that you can feel his hot breath. Jungkook places wet and sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and biting on it. He scatters your neck with bites, nipping harshly, making you mewl.
“Daddy, t-that hurts.”
You didn’t even process what you just said not when Jungkook stops his tracks. You lock eyes with him and there were this different look and aura on his face, his irises blown even wider and turning darker.
His breathing was heavier, and he wants to fuck you like his little fucktoy so fucking bad, but he controls himself. “What did you…what did you just call me?”
You shake your flushed face side to side, “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know why I said it and I’m sorry if you didn’t like it…”
Jungkook releases a deep growl, wrapping his right hand around your throat and squeezing, choking you. “I asked you a fucking question and I expect you to answer it, you fucking slut.”
You whimpered from his degradation, feeling his big hand wrapping around your throat made your pussy clench tighter around him even more. Your mind goes back to his previous question, “I c-called you my daddy…”
Jungkook closes his eyes shut for five seconds, inhaling a deep breath as he prods his tongue on the inside of his right cheek.
He leans down so close to your ear that you can feel his lips grazing on your earlobe, his hot breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. “Keep calling me that and I’ll fuck you like the good little bitch you are for me.”
Your eyes widen and you feel your pussy gush around his thick, long cock. He smirks at your reaction and starts thrusting in and out of you once again, slowly this time. “I love how your pretty mouth says that. It turns me on so fucking bad.”
You giggle, cheeks blushing, “Okay, daddy. B-but – oohhh – go faster.”
Jungkook wipes the smile away from your face when he suddenly flips your frail little body over, making you lay on your stomach, your face pressed against the sheets. You whimpered loudly when a harsh slap lands on your ass, his hand hitting the flesh so roughly that caused a stinging, loud spank.
Jungkook pulls his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you mewl from the loss.
“So now you’re begging for daddy to go faster without saying please, huh?”
Spank.
“Is this what you want, huh?”
Spank.
“Wanna be a bad girl? Talking to daddy like that?”
“Jungk—daddy!”
Spank.
“Fucking get your words right, baby girl, before I bruise this pretty little ass purple until you couldn’t sit down.”
Your pussy was gushing slick out to the sheets, your eyes were already blurry as you let your tears drip down onto your cheeks. Jungkook can hear your little sniffles and he roughly grabs a bunch of your hair and tugs harshly, forcing your head to tilt upwards.
A loud whine escapes your lips, the pain triggering more cries out of you. Jungkook tsk-ed, spanking your reddened ass once more. “Look at you, fucking pathetic.”
“N-no,” you whimpered, feeling his head prod against your entrance, but he doesn’t push all the way in.
“Crying like the little cockslut you are, begging for cock without saying please? Daddy needs to teach you a fucking lesson, you little slut.”
You felt your stomach coil up from his crude, degrading words but it turned you on even more. Jungkook finally releases the harsh grip on your hair, “Up on all fours, crybaby.”
You bite your lip from the way he addressed you, quickly doing what he told you so that you wouldn’t be in more trouble. You hang your head low, feeling your teardrops run down to your jaw and on to the bed.
“D-daddy,” you sniff, “I’m…I’m s-sorry.”
He hits another hard spank on your ass, making your whole body jolt forward from the sudden sting. “Mmphh, d-daddy…” you plead.
“I’m not taking any little sorry tonight, slut. Take what daddy gives you as an apology.”
Without any warning, he suddenly shoves his whole cock inside of you, balls deep, without giving you any time to adjust. Your eyes expand from the quick shot of pleasure, your mouth agape as you tightly gripped on the sheets below you. You felt so full, feeling his cock about to split you into two. “F-fuck! Daddy!” you cried, your pussy clenching around his girth tightly.
Jungkook tries his best to keep his composure, to prevent himself from fucking you as he keeps his dick inside your wet cunt. His hands grip your hips tightly, for sure leaving red handprints.
“Be a good girl and keep my cock warm,” he growls.
“D-daddy, no… p-please mo — oohh — move!”
“You really want to disobey daddy, huh?” Spank. “You like being a brat? You’re not my good little girl.” Spank.
With his words, somehow, made you cry even more. You bite your lip to stop yourself from sobbing out loud from the overwhelming pain and pleasure that he’s giving you. You can feel his cock throb inside of you, and his tight grip prevents you from moving.
“I-I’m your…your good little girl, daddy.” You whimper as you shut your eyes, shedding more tears.
Jungkook groans when he swivels his hips slightly, his tip hitting just the right nerves inside your clenching pussy. He wanted to fuck you just like you do, but you had to endure your punishment.
“Oh you are now, really?” he snickers, “Good little girls take their punishment properly.”
“I-I’ll take it properly, daddy! Puh-please, I’ll b-be good.”
Jungkook seemed satisfied with your pleading, and he takes his cock out of your pussy. You whined loudly, your whole body shaking. Jungkook moves so that he was now kneeling in front of you, his heart clenching when he finally sees your fucked-out face.
He leans down and takes your wet cheeks in his big hands, watching you sniff and tremble. “Baby girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay? Still want to keep going?”
You nod your head, trying to form a smile above all of your weeping. Jungkook grins but soon replaces it with a devilish smirk. His big hand wraps around your jaw and adjusts himself so that his dick was right in front of your lips. He grips his shaft in his other hand and spreads his precum on your lips, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.
“Gonna fuck this bratty little mouth of yours ‘till you learn your lesson, got it?”
You look up at him with fuzzy eyes, nodding your head. He pushes his cock in and you instinctively open your mouth, inviting him in. Jungkook throws his head back and groans loudly when his cock comes in contact with your tongue. His dick wasn’t even halfway in and you were already gagging.
“Shit,” he chuckles, his left hand holding the back of your head. “You look so fucking hot like this,” you watch him brush his hair back with his unoccupied hand, seeing his biceps flex. You whimpered, the vibrations hitting his cock deliciously.
“Look at you, fucking crying as your little mouth tries to take my cock,” he smirks, pushing more and more of his length in, feeling your throat tighten around him. You quickly remembered to breathe through your nose, and you do just that.
“What? Can’t take my cock either?” he snarls, pulling all the way out before snapping his hips back in again, making you choke. “I think my cock’s too big for this tiny little girl I have right here.”
His words sent up a spike of pleasure to run throughout your whole body, and you were determined to take all of him in. You slack your jaw and open your mouth wider – besides the protest of your tears – and you take more of his dick.
He starts to thrust at a steady pace, hitting your gag reflex again and again but you try to push it away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, watching how your eyes struggle to keep open as they keep shedding more tears, your lips drooling in saliva as his dick fucked your throat. He thrusts faster and faster, now holding your head in both hands.
“B-baby,” he groans, “take my fucking cock. That’s right, choke around it… fuck!”
Jungkook decides to push another inch of his cock in, and your throat harshly gags around it. You felt your pussy clench tightly and his dick throbbed harshly from the tightness of your throat. He shuts his eyes and keeps his dick still inside your mouth, the tip of your nose almost touching his pubic bone. “Fuuuuuuck! Baby g-girl, so fucking t-tight.”
He reopens his eyes and finally pulls his cock out of your sore little mouth, watching as a string of saliva connects from your lips and on his tip. You exhale a large puff of air, breathing heavily.
“Ohh, my precious baby girl,” he coos as he leans down to grab your face, kissing your lips passionately. You whimpered into his mouth, feeling so fucked out and tired, your arms almost giving out. “I love you,” he says, biting on your bottom lip right after, “I love you.”
You look up at him, your eyes slightly red. You knew that he was only saying these crude, vulgar words just for the sake of sex. You knew that he didn’t mean it. “I love you too, a lot, lot more.”
“Impossible.” Your boyfriend chuckles and swiftly flips you over again with no trouble, lifting you up as if you weighed like a feather. He lays you on your back again as he hovered his body on top of you, his forearms on either side of your face.
“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserved to be fucked, baby.” Jungkook wastes no time to insert his cock back in your cunt, and this time, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you balls deep, feeling your walls stretch around his girth once more. He couldn’t get used to the feeling, he wanted to fuck you even rougher but he feels like he’s going to tear your pussy apart. “Fuck, baby, your cunt feels like it’s gonna break if I fuck you even harder.”
“Daddy, p-please… I want it.”
Jungkook quirks a brow up, “What did you say? Say it louder, baby girl.”
You gulp down the lump in your throat, “P-please fuck me rough. Please don’t hold back, daddy, I d-deserve it. Fuck my l-little pussy until I break, please please please, daddy.”
Jungkook turns animalistic, a deep growl erupting from his throat as he snaps his hips even harder and faster. His cock was hitting your sweet spot all this time, and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open from the overwhelming pleasure. He’s fucking you so roughly that he can’t think straight. He lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist so that he can fuck you deeper.
“Aaah! Right t-there!” you squeal, wiping your tears away from your face with your palm, “Daddy, it f-feels too good!”
“Yeah?” he groans, “My little crybaby, wanting her daddy to fuck her pussy like it’s her last dick she’s ever gonna get?” Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it just right. His dick throbs from the sight of you weeping, lips bruised from all of your constant lip bites. “This little body trying it’s best to take big dick, huh?”
Your cheeks blush, nodding your head, “Y-yes, daddy. I-I love it.”
“Oh I know you do. Pleasure too much for you to handle that you cry, hm? Bet no one fucked you this good. No dick has ever been good to you, huh? Is that it?”
Your eyes roll back, his hand squeezing your neck bit tighter as he feels your pussy clenching nonstop around his cock. “O-only you, daddy. Only your cock makes me feel this good.”
“Good thing you know, baby. Because you’re gonna feel daddy’s cock in you for the next couple of days. Daddy’s gonna make your small little body feel so sore tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. Daddy’s gonna make sure that you couldn’t walk after this.”
With his head hitting your g-spot constantly, you felt the familiar coil in your stomach building up fast. “D-daddy! I’m gonna cum!” you whimper, chest heaving up and down, your forehead sticky with sweat.
“You are? Ohh, I know, baby,” he chuckles, “Your cunt keeps squeezing around my dick. Cum whenever you’re ready, little girl.”
After a couple more hard thrusts, the building knot in your tummy snaps. You finally cum around his cock, your walls clenching and pulsating tightly and sporadically on his length, your legs physically shaking. Jungkook groans, holding your trembling body in his strong arms, hugging you close. “Thaaaat’s it, that’s my good girl.” He purrs, watching your figure shake, your legs pulling his hips closer and firmer.
“Daddy,” you whispered, still cumming, “I-I…” your mouth was agape, not having the energy to form coherent words. Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, trying his best not to cum immediately. His thrusts turn sloppy and he slows down, his own high coming closer.
“Shh, shh, daddy’s got you, I got you.” He bites his lip, feeling his balls get heavier.
“Daddy, p-please let me t-taste your cum.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Jungkook almost came then and there, quickly pulling out of your drenched pussy and kneeling between your head, stroking his rock-hard cock furiously, “Fuck, Y/n, shiiiiiit,” he moans, gripping your left cheek in one hand as he strokes the fallen tears away with his thumb. “My good, pretty crybaby, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum!”
Your legs cross together as Jungkook’s cum spurts out, thick strings of his seed covers your face as your mouth opens wide, trying to catch them. Jungkook breathes heavily as he tries to aim at your tongue, but slightly fails as his body shakes from the strong orgasm. “Holy fuck,” he growls from the sight beneath him, watching you gulp down his hot cum. “Good fucking girl, fuck.”
He keeps stroking his dick until he’s completely fucked out, throwing his head back with his eyes closed. You watch him with big eyes, seeing how his adam’s apple bob up and down, his neck covered in beads of sweat. Little droplets would run down from his thick chest and to his defined abs. You whimpered, making him turn his attention back to you.
“Oh my fucking god, baby girl.” He chuckles, reaching to the nightstand to get the wet wipes. “I need to clean you,” he smirks, “even though you look hot like that.”
“Mmm, daddy,” you giggle, biting on your index finger as he cleans your face.
“Yes, baby girl?” he says, voice sweet and gentle, completely different from the tone he’s been using on you this whole time.
“Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, Y/n? I’m here supposed to say sorry to you, for pushing your precious, little body.” He fakes a frown, still wiping your sticky face.
“No, I-I loved it. I love playing with you like this daddy,” you giggle with a blush.
Jungkook hums, “Mhmm, I know baby girl. You like it when daddy plays with your body rough, huh? Like it when I make your body shake and tremble as you cry?”
You face turn redder, rolling your eyes playfully with a stupid grin.
“I take that as a yes.”
You groan and push his body away from you with as much strength as you can, but you clearly fail to do so. Jungkook giggles, feeling your small hands pressing firmly on his chest. He finds you so adorable. He flops on the space beside you as he quickly wraps an arm around your body, cuddling you. He tugs you closer to him, his chest resting on top of your head.
“Baby?” he questions.
“Hmm?”
“I was really surprised when you called me daddy.” Your face instantly blushes red again, covering your face with your hands as a quiet groan leaves your lifts. Jungkook smirks, “I didn’t know you were into that.”
“A-as if it didn’t turn you on.” You snicker shyly, feeling the grip he has on your waist tighten.
“Oh it did. It fucking did.”
Without a warning, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and swiftly lifts your body above him, placing you on top of him. You squeal as he makes you straddle his blanket-covered waist. He tugs your upper body down until your faces were mere inches apart.
Jungkook’s chest tightens when he sees that your eyes were still red from crying so much. He chews on his bottom lip, lifting his hands up to caress your cheeks. Your head felt so small between his large hands, and it somehow gave you a comfortable feeling – as if you were so safe in his hold. You instinctively lean into his palm, eyes fluttering at him.
“Oh, princess,” he exhales, his eyes drooping slightly as he looks at you so lovingly. “You’re so good for daddy. You’re only mine, get that?”
Nodding your head, you smile as you feel your heart beat faster. “I’m yours, only yours, daddy.”
You didn’t expect the harsh, deep growl that left Jungkook’s lips. Your eyes widen when he pushes his thumb inside your mouth, getting them wet as you automatically suck. You whimper when his other hand crawls down from your spine and down to your ass, gripping your sore cheek.
“Mmmphh—da..ddy,” you mewl, gagging a little when he pushes his thumb inside further. Jungkook prods a tongue on the inside of his cheek as he looks at you so darkly. With a devilish smirk, he slaps your butt sharply, the loud sound resonating throughout the room as your body shivers.
“D-Daddy…it hurts,” you pleaded at him with your eyes, wiggling your ass.
“I know.” He says simply. It wasn’t the reply that you wanted, causing you to groan out in frustration. “Can you take it?” he asks seriously, lifting a single brow up.
You start to sniff, a lump forming in your throat as you look away. You shake your head side to side slowly, “N-no, daddy.”
Jungkook quickly removes his thumb out of your mouth and instead pulls your head closer until your lips touch his. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your body onto him until there was no space left. You mewl as you couldn’t keep up with his dominant pace, manipulating the kiss and showing who’s in control. Your hands find their place on his hair, playing with his gorgeous locks because you knew how much he liked it.
Your cheeks heat up when you feel Jungkook smirk into the kiss. He leaves deep little moans and groans, making your stomach turn.
Jungkook was the first one to pull away before it gets more heated. He watches your face, how you were slightly out of breath and your cheeks pink.
Jungkook was so thankful that you spoke your mind, saying the truth that you couldn’t handle another round at this time. He could definitely go on for hours and hours, but he was thinking about you. He had a huge amount of stamina, and you know that. With you saying no, he knew that you really trusted him.
Jungkook lovingly strokes your hair, pushing the stray strands away from your face. “How about we take a bath, baby?”
Your eyes instantly light up, nodding furiously.
“Good.” Jungkook taps your side a couple of times and you move away from him so he can stand. “You stay there and look pretty while I run the water, yeah?”
You giggle, “Okay, daddy.”
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head, “Don’t say that as if you want to be fucked stupid again, crybaby.”
~
There’s a part two!
Oh, and a part three?
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- midnight moon café
genre: fluff, fantasy, mystery, slight angst, suggestive, baker!au, soulmate!au, proofreader!reader word count: 14.8K warnings: swearing, one mention of drugs, suggestive content, kissing. pairing: gender neutral!reader x baker!taeil song recs: ride or die - kai // dream girl - crisaunt
a/n: finally finished my first taeil fic a day late of his bday😭 first time making a soft moodboard & thought it turned out great! :D inspired by my lovely lovely friend’s moodboards @laurence-web! also bc i couldn’t help but think of you, dedicated to @neonun-au to celebrate your one year on this god forsaken yet addicting site🙏🏼💗
synopsis: a curse befalls moon taeil, a successful baker and the owner of ‘midnight moon café’. for every thing he bakes, he is lusted after tirelessly by hundreds. one day, you stumble upon his café by accident and find yourself to be the only person who acknowledges that his baked goods are terrible. this leads you to try and discover just why you’re the only person who doesn’t view taeil with rose-coloured lenses...
Lo and behold, after a couple of years and trying out different techniques and interior designing, Midnight Moon Café had opened and was thriving in its first week. Taeil had chosen to name it after his own last name and to have the theme relevant to it as well. He was more than content with it as it surpassed any expectations he had had. He had no regrets nor any worries as he watched people take pictures and videos of his café after hours, sharing the beautifully sky and "up in the clouds" like place on their social media.
Yet with all of this happiness and good fortune, somehow Taeil had cast an evil eye upon his self. For struggling and walking to wherever the devil took him, an evil sorcerer aimed to find a place to call his own and to take revenge upon those who had wronged him. This sorcerer had been good at one point in time, yet the greed and selfishness that arose with the power he had gained from learning witchcraft had corrupted his mind. After a serious incident, he had been kicked out of the guild in his city and exiled. It was heart-breaking of course, yet he never understood his wrongdoings and instead sought out revenge and to practice his evil sorcery.
He happened to be walking down the same street where Taeil was standing a couple metres away, simply admiring the neon white milky sign of his café with a great sense of pride. When the sorcerer spotted him, jealousy and spite filled him at the prospect of someone being successful and happy, something that had been stolen from him. So, he cleverly thought of a plan and approached poor Taeil who was still in his flour dusted apron, ready to clean up.
“What a beautiful shop you have.” The sorcerer pulled up slowly beside Taeil, pretending to be in awe at the grand place.
“Thank you, it's a café.” Taeil warmly smiled at the man, noticing how he looked to be in poor health and clothes.
“Would you like something to eat? I have a lot of pastries left and would hate to throw them out.” He offered, seeing how this poor man would definitely benefit from all the leftover food he had. Besides, wasting food was a bad thing and he always felt so guilty for it, wishing he could simply donate the unused food to charity but knowing it would go bad very quickly.
The sorcerer’s eyes twinkled as he broke out into a gummy smile, “I would love to, that is very thoughtful of you.”
Taeil smiled, a relaxed happiness in his eyes as he excused himself to pack up the pastries.
He quickly stuck a couple random tarts and other baked goods in a paper bag, sealing it shut and bringing it outside to what he thought of as a poor man patiently waiting.
“Here you go!” He handed it to the poor man who smiled at him, revealing his missing teeth and pink gums.
“May you be blessed," The man put up his hand, making a mockery of religions for he believed in none, "Do you have any wish you would love to come true my child? I could put in a good word for you at the church I visit often.”
“Oh no, that would be too much. All I ask is for you to enjoy the baked goods and to live in peace.” Taeil attempted to be religious back to the man.
For some reason, the sorcerer twitched at the word peace and roughly asked Taeil again, “My boy I can not leave without blessing you. Now tell me what it is you desire?”
“That’s weird.” Taeil thought to himself as he watched the man become agitated. But what harm could come in telling a random man his dreams? Not to mention that most of his dreams had already come true with the opening of his café.
“I don’t think I have anything else I desire besides the success of this café....”
“Are you sure? Nothing that your heart aches for?” The sorcerer didn’t want to use any magic on Taeil to reveal his deepest desires as he was now being entertained by the stupidly naive boy who looked willing to share enough and more with a random man like him.
“I guess...” Taeil's voice trailed, a faraway look in his eyes.
“You guess...?” The sorcerer egged him on, his eyes gleaming.
“I guess it’s always been my dream to not only be successful but to have someone by my side to share the success with. To be able to love someone so deeply that we merge into one with our thoughts and hearts.” He smiled to himself with love filling his eyes to the point where it looked like he had someone he loved. Yet, it was simply the idea of having that perfect love that he was so deeply in love with.
The sorcerer grinned widely saying, “I will grant you that. You will be extremely successful and through your success, will find your one true love.”
Taeil smiled, simply thinking that the man was a bit odd but still kind as they both walked away from each other. Little did he know what was in store for him.
For just a week later, Taeil had lost all of his staff and had been cursed to create terribly tasting food that looked beautiful and created people to lust after him. His once golden hands were now as good as coal. All because he was in the wrong place and time, taking in pride and happiness in what he rightfully should have.
The hushed whispers annoyed you to no end. Normally, you wouldn't have minded it but today was harder than usual, as you'd had to communicate with a rather difficult author when proofreading their local traveling guide. Then when having to fact-check the locations and their descriptions, something that landed you in the gossip chain for being so unusual, you had stupidly tried on some new shoes that needed to be broken into so your feet had been killing you all day. Altogether, the quiet whispers, no doubt more gossip, only added onto the irritation of your aching feet, growing headache and sore fingers that kept typing and erasing, typing and erasing.
Choosing to become a proofreader had always been one of your dream jobs as you'd always taken great pleasure to point out the mistakes in everything you read, whether it be grammer, syntax or the usual spelling mistake. It wasn't a glorified ideal job for many, you were aware. But it paid well and you weren't forced to interact with your coworkers through brainstorming or group activities.
After graduating with an English major and a minor in Philosophy, you'd taken up the first job lined up for you, a perfect job at the Neo Proofreading and Publication Company. As happy as it made you, at times it was demanding to work as a proofreader when dealing with non-compliant authors and clients as well as the occasional rift between two proofreaders when an assignment was handed out. Yet, it was refreshing to take upon a new challenge after another and strive to complete your job by the deadlines. It was a joy to proofread and you felt immensely accomplished after every assignment so you kept going on.
Your office was also not the ideal workspace either as the proofreading floor was located on the basement floor and there were just a couple massive tables with sections in between, separating you from each other. There were no cubicles nor no offices as even your boss' desk was just at the very back of the floor, a bit further from the others. The only separate rooms kept the machinery such as printers, books, belongings and sometimes miscellaneous items such as little models of houses and toys from books that one of your colleagues enjoyed creating.
So the open environment wasn't quite your favourite but everyone minded their own business and it was beneficial that you didn't have to go far to ask if you could borrow an item from your colleagues. The only downside was that anything that was happening could be heard from everyone like if someone was calling their significant other or was being yelled at by their mother.
"Psst (y/n)!"
Lovely. This was another downside to being in an open setting, that you could be called upon by anyone, specifically the annoying workers from the publication company.
You turned to the sound of who was calling you. Of course, it was the intern from the publication company on the floor above yours, Ally. They often visited your floor, the basement really since the publication company dominated the proofreading side, to hand over some items or works needed to be proofread. It was plain bullshit most of the times since they spent a good half hour chatting with the other gossiping proofreaders that needed a break from their job.
Most of the people you worked with were all in their late ages, only a couple were your age and Ally had latched onto them, befriending many. It wasn't that you didn't like the people you worked with, it was just exhausting having to maintain good work and friend relationships and you really preferred not to mix between the two in order to avoid complications. But Ally was a fresh face which all the old and young folks loved.
"Yes Ally?" You didn't even try to hide the exhaustion in your voice as you looked at their bubbly self adorned in a multicoloured flowery dress and pink cardigan, a huge contrast to your black and white work suit.
They grinned, "I was just talking to Sophie and Matteo over here in how we should all check out the new cafe that opened up nearby here! It has the most amazing pastries and it's so cool because it opens at 10pm to 5am!"
Well that was odd but intriguing.
Ally's eyes shined as they continued, "Plus, the owner's really cute and so dreamy." They let out a sigh, the other two following suit, no doubt probably having accompanied her before.
"He's just as delicious looking as his food," A twinkle in their eyes as they continued, "But I've yet to taste." Ally winked while Sophie and Matteo giggled. You managed to hold yourself back from mock gagging, a habit that you couldn't stop doing when watching cringeworthy or extremely cheesy content. Couldn't they all just talk about this type of stuff during lunch break or after work? Must they speak about it during work hours?
"But seriously (y/n), the moon tarts there are addictive I swear. I don't know what he puts in those, I have to ask him actually, but they keep me wanting to come back for more and more!"
"Ssshhh!!!!" Manuel, one of the no nonsense proofreaders shushed her. Finally someone did.
"Except tonight we're going to be hitting up a bar or a club with some of the publication guys and gays, do you want to come with? It'll be fun after having to deal with boring text all day."
Sophie and Matteo sucked in a big breath at her careless words, everyone knew how much you loved your job and dealing with 'boring writing', so no doubt these two were expecting for you to blow up. But you weren't about to have a fit near the end of the day and at work too where you always kept to your own business. Besides, you were too tired to put them in their place.
"I'm good Ally, thanks though."
"Whyyyyy." They whined. You could feel Manuel's glare on you without even having to look his way so you purposely lowered your tone, hoping Ally would follow.
"I'm a bit tired, I've been running around all day so I'll pass."
You didn't include the classic line: "I'll join you guys another time/sometime" as this only encouraged them to ask you more often.
Ally frowned, wanting to argue more but perhaps feeling the intense anger from Manuel so they backed off and let you get back to your demanding work.
Thank god it was 6pm and you only had a couple hours left.
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"Alright, thank you everyone!" Your boss waved to you all, creating a whole chain of voices to monotonously reply, "Thank you Mr. Lee."
Eagerly logging out, you checked around to see everyone leisurely grabbing their belongings and quickly grabbed your own. You did not want to spare time and to have to take the elevator with anyone so you always made sure to be quick when leaving.
Finally, you were off. Darkness was slowly creeping in as it was already seven and you were happy to head home. The work hours were a bit odd as you all started at nine in the morning and stopped at one in the afternoon, having an hour for a lunch break and to clear your mind and to freshen your mind from the morning. Then you all went back to work at three up until seven or sometimes overtime. That meant that you had fairly long days and it wasn't always so pleasant as you rarely had time to schedule anything after work.
But you only worked four days a week so having three days of vacation was still rewarding plus you could always just have a shorter lunch break and head home early. It was this type of relaxed environment that made this job worthwhile in keeping, at least in your eyes. Many of the folks who worked alongside you had worked for years and were comfortable with their lives, not wanting any change. Curently? You felt the same. It was nice to not have to stress over going through job interviews, new classes, and everything else horribly nerve-wracking in university.
You hurried out the main doors of the building, contemplating on whether to endure an hour and a half more and head straight home in these aching shoes or, whether to stop by the mall and switch out the shoes maybe eat some dinner there and just go home and relax.
If made more sense and saved you more time at home to deal with everything at the mall so you decided to just stop by there for a bit. Your feet hurt immensely, but there was a fire inside of you waiting to be released at the fact that you were off work. It was like a light switch went off as soon as your shoes hit the pavement outside and a breeze passed by.
What a beautiful summer evening.
The flowers were blooming alongside the sidewalk and so many people were happily chatting away with one another, immersed in their own bubbles, something you secretly yearned for. The bus to the mall had just arrived and so you tightened your bag on your shoulder and hurried before the doors shut.
Once on the bus, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally, only a couple of minutes until you were out of these damn shoes. Hmmm.... maybe a nice epsom salt bath would help any soreness for tomorrow as you were unfortunately going to be traveling more.
Plugging in your headphones, you let the beautiful arrangement of classical music take over your senses. No more grammar checking nor correcting jargon, all you cared about in the moment were the piano notes drifting through your ears and feeding your mind some peace.
The mall was actually really pleasant to be at. If you weren’t so tired from before, you would’ve had more enjoyment in accepting the free samples from this new restaurant opening and the small yet random jazz band performing across from a newly opened musical instrument store. Yet, you trudged past them in hopes for a pharmacy or even a dollar store to ease the burning pain in your feet.
To your luck, there was one just by the grocery store, carefully hidden from the normal views with a small sign hanging on the wall. You had quickly bought some light blue crocs as they would be very comfortable and easy to walk in, especially while your feet had polysporin and bandaids all over them now.
You had spent a bit longer than you expected at the mall, finding it difficult to choose what to eat and then while seated at a table far from the excessively loud noise, peacefully watched an anime and ate. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed the time pass by as you were so into the anime that when the mall's old european looking clock chimed, you twitched from surprise. Checking your phone, you realized it was now 9pm meaning that you had spent a little more than an hour at the mall.
Damn it. You were going to be late to do your nightly routine and sleep in early to give your feet an adequate amount of time to rest!
Quickly, turning off your phone, you got up and realized that the next bus that stopped the closest to your house was arriving in a couple of minutes. The bus afterwards the next one was going to come in half an hour or so and you knew you’d be home much more late by then.
You practically ran in your crocs, the sounds of the plastic slapping the floor drawing lots of attention your way. You didn't have time to focus on the people that were looking at you like you were crazy in your weird outfit consisting of a formal black and white suit and light blue crocs. But you didn’t really care, they were all strangers, bystanders in your life who you'd maybe by coincidence see one more time or never again. The only thing that mattered was your transportation home.
Once again, this must’ve been your lucky day as when you made it to the bus stop, very out of breath, the bus hadn’t even arrived at it’s scheduled time. Many people had been grumbling about the late bus near you and when you checked your bus app to see if it had come, you found that they were right, it hadn't yet arrived.
Thank god for that. Now it was just an hour ride and then you’d be at home, taking a nice, warm shower and snacking on some pastries. What a lovely thought and an even lovelier realization that you were so close to comfortable clothes and a soft bed.
—
With a merry pep in your step, you got off the bus as you arrived at your stop and thanked the driver. It had become more darker now, the sky being a clear dark blue with twinkling stars above. You stopped on the sidewalk to really take in all of the beauty in front of you. The illuminated streets and small shops buzzed with life and the narrow streets were as usual empty, perfect to have a leisure walk and simply enjoy the ambiance created by the wonderful people around you.
You didn't hate people, on contrary to what your coworkers thought of you. It was just much easier to be friendly and spend time with those who lived near you and those you would be seeing for a longer period of time. Your job was a place of professionalism and seriousness, not for slacking off and emotions. It was also just really warming to walk in your neighbourhood and meet with all the lovely and kind people in your area.
You lived in an apartment just down the street that was surprisingly much more quiet and reserved than the small shops situated just a couple of kilometres or so from it. The neighbourhood was nice and you didn’t have to go far to grab a morning pastry and coffee so you enjoyed living here. On one hand, you got your peace and quiet that you deeply valued, on the other, you had the small city life type of feeling when you walked by the shops and restaurants.
With a deep breath and a small smile, you nodded at some people as you walked by. The night wasn’t too warm either so you left your suit jacket on and enjoyed the way the straps were twinkling and the light laughter paired with glasses clinking to welcome you into the night. A strong cool breeze passed by, somehow knocking some important papers out of your bag onto the ground.
You collected the papers quickly but one paper was a bit stubborn than the rest as it kept being swept up by the wind and fluttered into this narrow alleyway. It almost felt as if the wind was teasing you to see how long it took for you to catch up to it’s great gusts. But you weren’t one to give up as you chased and chased the paper, finally snatching it up off the ground.
As you got up and shoved it into your bag, you looked around to see that you had somehow trudged down an unfamiliar and shady looking dark alley. When you turned around to go back, for some reason, some small scooters were all in a line coming your way so you were forced to walk towards what seemed like a more open area with soft lights shining ahead.
Thinking this was maybe some secret connecting alley to another road, you were surprised to come across a small but spacious area that resembled a miniature version of a town square. There were seats set up and you realized once entering the opening, there were also small shops stuck together revealing that this was some sort of hole in the wall area. Except all the shops were closed
There weren't too many people around which felt a bit weird and spooked you out a bit. The scooters from behind you had all passed by you and were making their way farther down the alley and for some reason you felt compelled to follow. Perhaps it was the fact that they were in a clump and it felt safer, or maybe it was the curiousity of what else was going to be discovered. It was still intriguing to see all these scooters in a file going down the narrow alleyway that had now gotten so small from the sides that the scooters barely fit through without touching the sides.
Somehow you didn't wish to bother any of them with questions as they all looked fairly serious and not too welcoming so you followed them and when they all came to a clearing, you were left in shock.
For in front of you was a bigger town square-like area than the one from before, with a fountain in the middle of the painted cobblestone road around it, and many other smaller shops surrounding the fountain with fairy lights hung up everywhere. It was a sight to behold in the night but you knew in the day it would be absolutely extraordinary. With little flowers growing in between the cobblestone and beige picnic benches on the far sides. Once again, the shops looked to be closed except this time, one was still open and vibrantly shone amidst the darkness around it.
You squinted from the bright white neon sign that read "Midnight Moon Café" and noticed the heavily tinted windows that contrasted and didn't give away the interior of the place at all. Wasn't this the place that Ally had been mentioning? Midnight Moon Café? That was a pretty funny coincidence that you had stumbled across it when you had shut Ally's invitation down. It looked to be very pretty, some vines hanging from the roof with beautiful white clematis flowers resembling a wedding dress' train.
It was definitely beautiful but you didn't have the time for it at all.
And you were reminded of this when your phone dinged from a random notification and you checked it only to see that it was now 9:20pm, far too late for you to be venturing out and trying a new café.
Yet, something inside of you was drawn to the beautifully white café and the mysteries it looked to hold inside. It was hard to fight against the feeling and you let out a sigh, deciding to just take a quick peek. Just one small look wouldn't hurt, you could always visit this place the next night.
It didn't spook you out like the previous shops and looked welcoming in a similar way to a late night ramen shop, warm and comforting but with an air of elegance.
Slowly approaching it, noticing that weirdly the scooters had disappeared off to somewhere, you felt a bit nervous, hating the feeling of visiting new places by yourself. But the area looked to be dead so the café was probably quiet and empty which assured you.
Boy were you wrong.
For when you pushed the doors open, in front of you was a sight even more shocking than from before.
A small staircase led you to a spacious and sky-themed room that seemed to have no end to it. The walls were painted a dark blue with white clouds and stars that looked like they were moving but you just wrote it off as really good computer projections. On your side was a long table encased in glass and filled with many different types of pastries, all looking so delicious and unique. This place was absolutely stunning to say the least.
But it was also packed with people like it was some rush hour for a restaurant. Except one thing you noticed as you slowly walked closer was the dazed look they had in their eyes as they ate and spoke with one another. It was odd but they probably were as smitten as you were with the place.
It was like the café of your dreams and because of that, you didn't even care so much about the amount of people and had totally forgotten about your desire to sleep early. Your feet had stopped hurting and you felt like you had taken something that was making you feel so giddy and full of energy. Gone were the eight hours of fatigue and now you were refreshed simply from the interior designing from this place. You hadn't even realized it but the roof above your head also had those same clematis flowers hanging from above, looking like white stars against the dark blue.
You wondered why dark blue had been chosen and not a fresh light blue which would be typical of a café. Either way it felt like a magical sleeping fairytale with how everything was set up. Even the tables and chairs were different shades of blue and the ground had some black swirly fog lightly rolling on top. This seriously felt like some Disney shit happening and it was incredible. A part of you expected Mickey Mouse or Goofy to pop out and announce the newest addition to Disneyland or Disneyworld or something.
You noticed however the one odd thing was that there seemed to be just one person working behind the front counter on the side. You walked closer to the counter, mesmerized by the place and unable to comprehend how someone had made this happen and how you really were standing there right now.
As you got right in front of the counter, blown away at how beautiful the pastries were up close, you noticed the man behind the counter tiredly ask, "Welcome to Midnight Moon Café, what would you like to order?"
Was this the so-called dreamy owner?
Perhaps it might be that your taste in men was different from Ally's or that he might be just having a rough day but this guy looked absolutely exhausted. He was more cute if anything, with his striped baker's cap, plastic face shield to ensure food safety as he baked, almond-shaped eyes hidden behind round glasses, a straight nose, thin pursed lips and he was adorning a dark blue sweater with a cute apron filled with clouds. The attractive appeal was there but with an aura of sadness that lingered as you watched the tired man have no choice but to work.
You pitied the poor man and found it hard to really focus on his attractiveness because of this.
Oddly, he looked like a reflection of yourself at work earlier. Except now you were obviously giddy from this discovering this new place and it being so close to your home that the exhaustion had magically melted away.
You noticed a name tag on his apron, a cute white cloud that read Owner Moon. Was this some themed nickname to go along with the café or was this his actual name? You didn’t want to risk asking him as he didn't even look your way when he spoke, which you would've thought was rude if he didn't look so tired.
Realizing he was probably still waiting on your response, you felt pressured and quickly ordered the first thing you saw.
"Uh I'll have a moon tart please and a caffé latte please." You skimmed over the selection of pastries on the side of you. It was for sure now that you had to come again and try all of the desserts. They looked so delicately and perfectly created, there was no doubt they all had to taste just as great.
"Sounds good." Was his curt response.
As sorry as you felt for him, you wondered why he was all alone and felt concerned for his well-being. Shouldn’t he just have closed the shop then? Or was he some sort of part-timer worker or even full-time worker being profited off of unfairly. Or you could be stretching it and maybe his coworker(s) were just on their break or attending to other matters. Regardless, a part of you wanted to meddle yet a part of you was beginning to accept the reality that you needed to get a move on it and seriously get home and go to sleep to prepare for the next day.
So once you paid and he surprisingly quickly prepared and gave your order which was conveniently packaged for takeout, you decided to eat and drink at home.
As you quickly made your way out, somehow fighting against the weird urge to stay, you thought to eat and walk at the same time to save you some leisure time at home considering you were late already.
You had high expectations for the taste, was it going to be very sugary or have the perfect balance of sweet and sour with the berries you could see hidden inside?
A thrill ran through your body and you shivered at the excitement as you walked up the stairs and out of the magical place.
But when you bit into the tart, you were majorly let down.
It was plain, like seriously plain as if it was made for someone who had a ton of allergies and couldn't consume sugar or merely made by someone who had lost their taste.
The tart itself was a pretty crescent moon shape with chocolate cream piped inside and little bits of mixed glazed fruit in between but the top had a beautiful white chocolate piped to look like little clouds and was dusted with chocolate powder as well as little bits of gold foil. All in all, it was so intricately beautiful that you were very disappointed that it tasted the way it did, like some plain dough and creamy textures, none of the sweetness not even a bit of tartness from the fruit.
You tried to look on the bright side though. Maybe this tart was just a defective one, who knows, you couldn't judge the whole café based off one tart.
So you took a sip of your caffé latte, hoping it would wash away the taste only to be met with more disappointment.
It was the same problem, somehow there was no distinct flavour to it, how could one mess up such a simple drink like this? The drink wasn't even bitter, at least that would've been something to complain properly about. Nor was it too sweet, it tasted like a twice watered down coffee with plain cream in it.
You were so upset as you quickly walked down the sketchy alley again that you didn't pay attention to your surroundings nor to how the alley was slowly and magically being cemented behind you, preventing you from turning around and going back to bring up the issue with the owner. The familiar rush to go home filled you again as you took another small sip of the drink, stepping out of the alley.
Luckily to your side was a trash can and although you didn't enjoy wasting food, this was an exception as you just couldn't bear to take one more sip nor bite.
As you walked the couple blocks to your apartment building, the café's magical interior kept reappearing in your mind. This stayed all the way to even when you got home, took a shower and laid in bed to sleep. The last image in your mind was of the tired but cute café owner and wondering if he was alright.
—
The next day was fairly hectic again.
Somehow, the publishing company had needed many extra pair of hands on deck for their last minute projects and you had been volunteered by your boss as you were pretty ahead with your own assignments and already going to be adventuring out for work anyways.
Begrudgingly, you had gotten up and helped them out, running around (thankfully in comfortable shoes) and helped the distressed publishers and workers.
It was a better day however, as Mr. Lee had let you go home early as a way of saying thanks so you were all comfortable currently in your apartment, wrapped up in a blanket and pajamas as you watched a cooking show.
Living by yourself had encouraged you to cook more at home, realizing how how fast the expenses of takeout and delivery added up. But you enjoyed cooking for yourself and felt it was like a reward after a very long day at work. It was your comfort hobby now and one that you treasured secretly in your heart.
The weather outside had randomly turned rainy and cloudy, despite it being so sunny a couple hours before.
The whole day you had been fantasizing about the café, unable to get it out of your mind and the negative experience of what you had ate imprinted in your mind. You'd hoped to go again today but the weather looked too miserable. The place opened at 10pm anyways, which was plenty of time for the weather to get better or to prepare yourself before going again.
Over the next couple of hours, you researched as much as you could about the café, wondering what the reviews were and if anyone had experienced something similar to you.
To your amazement, all of the reviews were extremely positive and filled with love! You noticed that half of the people commented on the owner's looks as well, talking about how good-looking and kind he was. Whenever commenting on food, most people talked about how the pastries were so good that they felt compelled to go back and eat some more.
It was oddly suspicious that this guy had no negative reviews at all, no matter how much you scrolled down to read. Could it be that he was paying for only positive comments to gain hype for his café?
Now you were way too curious to not go again later on in the night.
The rain had lessened around 9:30pm and was now a gentle mist so it seemed like it would be okay to go out for a short while.
Changing into some joggers, a long-sleeved shirt, a puffy jacket and a cute knitted brown hat just in case the rain was heavy again.
Somehow, the distance to the alley seemed shorter and trudging down the dark and damp alley felt a little less scary now, knowing what was coming up.
The familiar small square had a couple of people in it that were all hooded which was a bit spooky but you tried not to think too much about it.
Soon enough, the big town square came into view and it's one of a kind almost rural beauty shined in the dark. The fairy lights made you feel like you were in some coming of age movie and some shops had their lights on which piqued your curiousity to check them out. Yet, you made sure to keep your eyes on the bright Midnight Moon Café that hadn't opened it's doors yet.
You looked down at your phone and saw that it was a couple minutes to 10 and you were alone in waiting for the café to open. You were lucky as that meant that you could talk to the owner today and ask him about his shop.
Aimlessly scrolling on your phone to pass the time, your ears perked up at the sound of a door unlocking and you looked up. As soon as the door was pushed open, you were met with the eyes of the man from the other day. And boy you were not prepared for how he looked today.
First off, he didn't have his baker's cap on and you had failed to notice the other day, the hair that had been slicked to his neck that would've revealed a mullet and bangs covering his smooth forehead. Now, his hair was all free and showed off how insanely attractive the mullet looked on him. The glasses were also gone as well showing him in a much different light to his innocent baker look.
Not to mention that your mind was going crazy at how he wore a gray hoodie, dark green joggers and converse, an outfit so simple and reminiscent of your teenage years. This guy looked very, very different from the exhausted looking man from the other day. Although he had on a face mask covering half of his face, he still looked to be filled with more life and it was understandable now why so many people fawned over his looks.
Your eyes were still locked on him in surprise as he looked at you unfazed, not even batting an eye to your reaction. Was that just a part of his personality maybe? Or was he just used to people staring at him?
For some reason it was hard for you to speak, you felt so nervous as if you were back in high school and this was one of the popular cool guys who you couldn't approach, no matter how hard you forced yourself to.
"Would you like to come in?" He asked, looking at your casual outfit and the way you were rocking on your feet. He probably thought you were cold, that was considerate of him.
"Uh sure, thank you."
He walked out and held the door open for you, your heart throbbing as you tried to not look into his deep brown eyes that didn't seem to care too much at your close proximity. You noticed the fresh musky melon-y hybrid scent coming off him and tried not to take a good sniff which would show your desperateness.
It was hard to date while being so obsessed with your profession so you hadn't really come across a really fine man like this in a long while. The closest you had was when the attractive interns would come by your floor for their orientations.
You walked down those same set of white steps, amazed at how clean they were. The people working here did an extremely great job to keep everything looking brand new. It was a bit weird to be the first person inside as the place was huge and had soft music playing throughout to make up for what would've been an excruciating silence.
"I'll be right back to help you, I wasn't expecting anyone to come in right at opening." The owner said as he took off his mask, revealing his handsome face underneath. His voice was smooth and made you feel a bit more relaxed.
He looked over at you with a slight curiousity in his eyes as he said, "Usually rush hour starts at 10:30 so this is a first. Help yourself to a table and I'll be right out in just a moment to assist you."
You nodded, not knowing how to keep up the conversation but wondering why so many people came by at a certain time and not right at opening. If all of these reviewers loved this place so much, how come they didn't come right at opening? It wasn't like it was too early or at a bad time anyways, the café was open past midnight until the early mornings.
But this was a perfect chance for you to mention the plain moon tart and latte. You felt some sort of pity still for the owner and didn't want to start any drama in front of customers.
In a couple of minutes, he was out and back in those regular clothes. This time he was wearing a simple short-sleeved white shirt which showed off his fair and lean arms.
However, now was not the time to drool over arms.
He walked over to the table you were seated at with a pen and paper in hand and for some reason the first thing you could think of saying was,
"What's your name if I may ask?"
Great, now you were going to seem just like those reviewers but even probably creepier.
But he didn't seem to be fazed by the question or think much of it, judging by his calm facial expression and instant reply.
"Taeil Moon." He pointed to his nametag with a small smile, "Many people think I use a nickname to go along with the theme of the café but in reality, it's after my own name."
You nodded, avoiding eye contact as to try and focus on what you were actually aiming to say. His name was beautiful though, no wonder he created a whole café surrounding it.
"Could I ask you something?"
"Of course."
You fidgeted with your fingers under the table as you focused on a loose tendril of hair peaking out of his baker's cap. You tried to think of the best way to word what you wanted to without hurting his feelings yet once again, you failed to do so under his gaze.
"How do you bake?" Was the unintelligible thing that came out of your mouth.
Taeil cocked his head to the side and licked his lips, seeming confused. You would've been more blunt if you were in his position and someone had fumbled with their words but he surprised you once again with his calm and patient nature.
"Are you meaning to ask for the recipe?"
You nodded, hoping you looked more composed than the intense freaking out going on inside you. How come yesterday had been different? You had been totally fine and not obsessing over his looks. Perhaps it was because he looked much livelier and not so exhausted that the pity went away and was replaced with desire. But you didn't want to be like everyone else so you attempted to push down the feelings that were arising.
He looked pensively at the table, putting his paper and pen away in his apron pocket.
“I’ve never really done this for anyone, but tell you what, you can be the first.”
He smiled, somehow the whole place brightened with his smile and a soft feeling fluttered inside of you at the angelic sight.
“I can give you a small baking lesson after hours if you’d like.”
Huh?
You raised your brows, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. Bake? With him?
He looked patiently at you, a spark in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher what it meant.
It sounded like a good idea still. Having a baking lesson could show you what he was doing that was lacking and making his food taste bad. Maybe this was your golden chance and besides, you were going to be spending some one on one time with him which sounded so lovely.
The nervousness had to wear off sooner or later and more of it was because of the way he looked at you now. There was a tender look in Taeil’s eyes and as you thanked him, getting the details to meet up with him on the weekend, you realized that that look never left his eyes when they were upon you. It only faded away as he helped other customers who had begun to swarm in now.
—
It was Friday night.
The night that you were going to be learning from Taeil the so-called renowned baker.
You had prepared yourself as much as you could before stepping out of your apartment.
The fit of the night included some cute dark overalls, a long sleeve brown tee and boots as the weather was muggy again.
Somehow you hadn’t been able to get Taeil and his calm nature out of your head in these past couple of days. It had been agony to wait for this day to come where you could see him and because of this, you hadn’t gone back to try his baked goods again.
A part of you was curious as to whether his food just didn’t taste good or if you should just wait to taste it when you baked together. Although, you weren’t a master baker yourself, you still knew the basics and would be able to tell if he messed up.
Yet, how could he mess up? He had probably been baking his whole life so surely this had to be a one day mistake or maybe purposely to see who was truly praising his food or had no taste buds.
The walk to the café had been peaceful, the pathway and alley seeming more familiar to you now. It was comforting and you felt more relaxed as you walked into the brightly lit up café.
You both had decided to settle on 7pm so that Taeil had enough time to prepare before opening and you had just asked to leave early from work, having done most of what you had to do on a Friday night.
It was nice to leave work early so you had made an early dinner at home and gotten all ready for the night that was to come.
And here you were, inside the café that was a bit more bare and had most of the lights shut off. Taeil had left the doors open for you and so you locked them behind you before following the small ray of light emitting from a set of closed doors on your far side.
It should’ve been spooky to be in the vast space by yourself yet, there was a more peaceful aura instead of the nervous and high strung feeling you’d had before. Was it because you hadn’t seen Taeil yet?
“(y/n), I’m glad you could make it.”
You faltered in your steps as Taeil opened the doors to the kitchen.
He was incredibly beautiful tonight.
Although his clothes were simple, a black hoodie and dark cargo pants, they added onto his untouched beauty. The light behind him illuminated his figure as if he was an angel and truly you believed that he looked like one except in black. Taeil was like a soft, dark angel and yours for the two hours.
You noticed as you got closer that his mullet was messy, as if he’d just ran his hands through it and you wondered why. Was he as nervous as you?
After all, he had mentioned that he had never done this before. But you found it hard that this calm man with a lazy smile in front of you would be nervous.
It was probably stress, thinking of it now, you felt guilty for asking him to teach you to bake before he worked such a long shift into the night. That was another thing you had found out, he worked the whole shift and didn’t work with anyone else. Surely, it was against many work-safe rules but you weren’t in any place to snitch on him.
“I love your overalls by the way, they’re very cute.” He commented as he held the door open, taking a long look at your simple outfit. You realized that you both were matching coincidentally.
You felt your cheeks heat up as you thanked him. He smelled insanely good again and you closed your eyes for a second as you passed by him, allowing yourself to indulge in his addicting scent.
“I have everything set up for us here, I hope this will go okay, I’ve never really properly taught someone how to bake.” He walked over to a drawer and pulled out two aprons. One was his classic cloud apron and the other had crescent moons all over it.
He handed you the crescent moon apron and then tied his own. A part of you hoped that he’d help with yours like some cliché movie scene but he went off to prep and left you to tie your own.
“Okay, today we’ll be baking my infamous moon tarts. They’re fairly simple and use simple ingredients as well so I think it’d be nice to teach you that as a starter.”
He guided you throughout the whole process of the creams and glazing the fruits and creating the dough. Taeil was obviously gentle and patient with explaining it and you couldn’t help but fall for him more. There was an undeniable attraction to him and the unconscious eye smiles, sweet laughs and grins that only made you swoon harder. But you knew nothing was to come out of it. He was simply being kind and allowing you the privilege to bake with him, the privilege that you were going to discover if he .
The whole lesson felt short even though it had gone on for two hours and when the tarts came out of the oven, then you and Taeil had decorated them, they were just as beautiful as when you had seen them in the display.
Now the important factor was the taste. Were they going to taste as horrible as before? God, you hoped not. Taeil had put so much love and care into his baking and you'd found yourself enjoying his company as if you both were old friends. Well, that is if one old friend had a huge one-sided attraction to the other.
As for the ingredients, they all looked similar to the other tart recipes you had found online so really, they couldn't taste bad.
You'd realized that you had been staring at the tarts in deep thought and Taeil had been simply watching you, not saying anything.
"I'm sorry, these just look so beautiful, I find it hard to eat them and ruin their beauty." You mumbled in a daze.
Taeil lazily smiled, his thoughts only being reaffirmed as he watched you picked up that tart, put it in your mouth and make an unpleasant face that quickly changed to a wide fake smile to be polite just for his sake.
"These taste good!" You put your hand over your mouth, straight up lying and regretting that you'd taken such a big bite of the dry ass tart and wondering how to get through eating the rest of it.
"No need to lie for me (y/n), I know what you feel."
You coughed, choking on a specific dry part as Taeil walked up to you, a small smirk curving on the side of his lips and his eyes gleaming.
You were slightly terrified at how he knew, you thought that he couldn't have ever, was this some kind of setup or something? Perhaps he had this weird sixth sense and knew you didn't like it so he had created this whole scenario so that he could cook you alive for daring to disrespect his food.
Although, he didn't look dangerous besides the weird gleam in his eyes. But now you were realizing that maybe you shouldn't have blindly accepted to spend two hours with a complete stranger. No matter if he was a hot stranger.
Yet, you had to admit this was hot as well.
Taeil was so close to you, one more step and he'd be touching you. Your heart was going a mile a minute as the small features on his face became clearer now.
A small acne scar ran across the top of his cheek, some tiny blemishes nearby. Tiny melanin dots speckled all over his face and jaw, so insignificant that you wouldn't have noticed until now being so close.
The once thin lips now looked fuller and were an irresistible pink, looking so soft and inviting. You realized his hair wasn't just a dark brown but also had what looked to be caramel brown highlights hidden here and there. Yet, it was the brown eyes that held so much care in them that you couldn’t stop drowning in them.
He was truly mesmerizing. But this was not the time to be fawning over him as you had now been caught in the act of faking to enjoy his pastries.
"You're probably confused by all of this so I'll try to explain as best as possible. I-I just seem to be filled with a lot of intense emotions right now and it's hard to not act upon them, so um could you please step away?"
His voice was so soft, so delicate as if the words he spoke were not meant for anyone else but you. You were the only lucky one to be graced with his attention.
You gulped down the remaining of the tart, unable to process his words and thirsting for water now to not only wash away the tart but also to cool your hot and bothered body.
Taeil brushed something off your lip, his breathing becoming shallow as his finger lingered on your bottom lip, simply rubbing it gently.
Good lord you were going to lose it.
"I don't think I'd be able to control myself being so close to you and I can't seem to walk away..." He trailed off, reluctantly stopping himself from touching your lips and holding the side of your face tenderly, looking into your eyes before flicking his attention back to your lips hungrily.
The sexual tension was off the charts and you were having a hard time comprehending his words but also at how fast this situation had escalated to. With a deep breath and all of the strength you had in you, you obliged, stepping back a couple steps in order to think clearly because your senses were just filled with him.
Taeil's warm hand fell from your cheek and your heart clenched at the cold feeling that went through your cheek, wanting him to touch you again.
What were these feelings?
What was wrong with you?
He walked over to the tarts as if nothing had happened, taking them off the tray and talking to you at the same time, while you stood frozen and in a daze.
"I can tell you're very conflicted right now and what I'm about to say probably won't help your current state but I do hope you take my words seriously. I've waited a long time for this and I'd hate to see you slip away."
His brown eyes looked up hesitantly to search your face that was void of emotion besides shock as his hands swiftly packaged the tarts.
"Those tarts tasted plain right? Same with the café latte you ordered a couple days ago."
Your eyes widened at his words. How did he know?
Taeil took in a big breath, his vulnerability showing through his eyes and he ran a hand through his hair continuing,
"This will sound stupid I know but I've been cursed."
Excuse me?
You both stood there silent, Taeil trying to read your face while you were processing his ridiculous statement. Was this guy for real?
"I know you might not believe me so I have no choice but to explain as simply as I can, but I have been cursed by someone whom I believe is or was a sorcerer."
Great, now he really sounded crazy. Your eyes shifted over to the exit door to the side of you that could be your ticket to freedom if he pulled some crazy shit like speaking about sacrificing or something. The hesitant trust you had placed in him before coming was dwindling, yet, you couldn't help yourself in trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe there was something going on and he had gotten an evil eye, maybe that's what he was trying to say.
No matter what though, there was just something about him that made you want to try and trust in him.
Taeil was extremely nervous now you could tell, as he was wiping and cleaning everything repeatedly while speaking in a rushed tone. This was very different from his calm and laidback nature you had seen.
"I don't know of his or maybe her name but I do know that it is a curse as all of the things I've been through lead to it. It was just about a year ago and I also was tipped off by an anonymous letter which I believe to be by the sorcerer indicating and gloating in what had happened to me. I think it started when I had been closing my café one day and a poor looking man crossed my path then had blessed me which was a lie as it was a curse."
He huffed, messing his hair again and giving up on the cleaning, plopping himself down on a stool and putting his head in his hands, his shoulders hunched.
"The curse is that everything I bake, no matter how I bake it, will always taste plain and unappetizing. But the catch? The poor man slash sorcerer had asked me what my desire was and I had stupidly told him true love. So whatever I bake and sell to people, they only taste the intense desire and love I have for wanting to find my soulmate and in turn they fall in love with me. I'm sure you've seen it in the people who come here, it's hard not to see it."
This was a whole lot to take in and you leaned against a counter, keeping a distance between the two of you as you tried to process his words. On one hand, it did make sense with the way people lusted after him and did the most, the reviews were a great example of this and even Ally.
But on the other, a curse? Curses were for children who loved fantasy books and escaping from reality. They were meant to be in books and movies so that you could imagine a world that contained magic. You had never heard of any sorcerer in the city nor of them existing altogether either. But you knew that Taeil did have an issue with his baking despite the ingredients being accurate and the way people weirdly desired him.
"If," His head perked up and his hopeful eyes shone as you began to spoke, "If this is true, then how do you lift the curse? And why are you explaining this to me? How am I involved?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear a bit tougher yet unable to help the pity that ran through you as Taeil looked frustrated with himself.
"What I say next might be even wilder than the curse so just, just please promise me you won't walk away? Please promise me you'll hear me out?"
You knew you shouldn't be making any promises, especially with a man who believed in curses. But you couldn't help it, he just looked so sad and it tugged at your heart. If he needed help with his magical problems, then maybe you could offer it to him, depending on what it was.
"So the only way to break the curse is if I find my soulmate and if they fall in love with me then we kiss. It's not a huge thing but it has to be a kiss filled with love, not just a small peck or one done for the sake of the curse, it must have natural feelings to it as stated in that horrible letter. My soulmate is supposed to be the only one who is able to recognize the true horrible taste of my food."
Wait a minute....
"And so um, that's where you step in." Taeil got up and walked over to you, completely disregarding his previous statement of staying away from you and the silence being so loud as you pieced together what he was intending.
"You're my soulmate (y/n)." He whispered.
Your mouth was ajar as you stared into his eyes that had that tender look in them from the other day.
God this wasn't real. Where was Ashton Kutcher when you needed him to pop out and yell that this was a prank? Or the Prank Patrol? Where were they?? This had to be some bloody prank.
"Is this a joke? Is this a new way to get with somebody now?"
You knew your words were too harsh as he flinched at your rough tone, stepping away from your upset self.
"I wish it was..." He muttered while looking down at the ground dejectedly and he went back to the other counter to continue with his work, not even sparing you another glance.
"I can tell you probably think I'm a fool so I'll just stop now and just give you the option of leaving. I'm sorry to burden you with this (y/n), it's not a joke, it's something I have to deal with everyday as stupid as it sounds."
You clenched your fists together, not liking the difficult position you were in. It was just a kiss of course, but you didn't know his true intentions behind it. It only seemed like he was trying to get in your pants and this didn't seem like the calm and patient guy you had talked to so far. Your elders had always told you to be aware and stay careful of men who lied as they would just do it again and again without another thought.
Besides, even if a kiss didn't seem to be a big deal, you didn't know what you were getting into as he already seemed unstable enough to come up with this whole curse thing.
Yet, a foreign feeling fluttered throughout your body. You felt compelled to kiss him, to touch him, to run your hands through his soft looking hair and to feel his smooth jaw just as when he had been so close to your earlier. You felt the lust take over your senses and make it hard to logically reason what you should do.
It seemed Taeil could sense this as he looked at you with concern and stepped even further away than was possible.
"This soulmate connection is also supposed to be strong and make us both want one another very badly. I know you're struggling against it so I think the best thing would be for you to leave and come back another day (y/n)."
He was right. It was so fucking weird but he was right. These intense feelings inside of you just wanted to do so many nasty things to him that were clear as glass in your head and it confused you as you had just been contemplating on running out of this place a couple minutes ago but now wanted to stay? Even though Taeil was technically kicking you out?
"Y-you should go (y/n)," Taeil's voice was strained and he walked away even farther, "Come back tomorrow or Sunday. I don't want you to regret your impulsive and unconscious actions."
His hands were white from gripping the kitchen door that led to the café and with it being silent, you could hear his shallow breaths as he struggled like you.
"I'll, I'll see you, just call or walk in whenever you're free to discuss."
He was the first to walk away, leaving you sexually and mentally frustrated.
But the extended distance between you, helped to cool you down a bit and to think more rationally. No matter how badly you wanted him, you had to listen to the voice in your head that was reasonable and fighting against the urge. Taeil wasn’t yours in the moment, no matter what had been said. You’d only known him technically for less than a full day and so succumbing to your desires was only going to lead to regret and anger at yourself.
With all the willpower you could then muster, you went out the exit, wanting so badly to go back in and just hold Taeil, to merely touch him. But you couldn't give in, you had to think it through first and this situation just made your head hurt at how quickly it had escalated.
So begrudgingly, you walked away from Midnight Moon Café, sighing and confused at this bizarre situation and as to when you should come back again.
—
You decided to not to go during the weekend no matter how much your body was telling you to. Taeil’s words begin to ring even more true as you ended up spying in the alley to see all of the people still fawning over his feet with this dazed look in their eyes. The curse seemed to become more believable when you saw how when people took one bite into the Midnight Moon pastries, their movements slowed down and their eyes glazed over.
Another option you’d considered was that he laced the food with drugs but that would also mean that you would’ve been drugged as well. This was highly unlikely as the first time you had ate the pastries you had felt fine. The second time you’d also felt fine and only really felt a drastic change when Taeil had come into close proximity.
It should’ve been ridiculous really but you were slowly beginning to believe Taeil and had so many more burning questions at the tip of your tongue about this situation. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to visit him on your days off. There was a slight nervousness as to what was going to happen next.
If you truly were soul-mates what was going to happen? It wasn’t that you were unsatisfied with Taeil, curse or no curse, he was seriously an amazing person. You’d discovered after sleuthing or well creeping about him that he’d used people’s desire for him in a positive way by contributing to charities and having people follow in his steps.
Could it be seen as a wrong thing for some? Perhaps. But donating to charity was never wrong even if some were doing it while being under some sort of spell.
But you had decided that you’d have to face this head on and get to the bottom of it. You didn’t want to run away from things as at work you always faced situations head on so this was it.
Thinking it would be better to visit a bit later on when the rush died, you had stayed up until 2am. This was one of the first times you had stayed up before a work day. Honestly, you should’ve regretted it, knowing that you’d be yawning and being slightly grumpy throughout the day from the lack of sleep but one day wouldn’t hurt.
You had to get to the bottom of this.
Dressed in some long basketball shorts, a baggy tee and some sneakers, you made your way over to the beautifully decorated café. A part of you had dressed this way thinking that it would sfop the sexual tension between you and Taeil, surely in non-form fitting clothes you would be seen as less desirable but that thought went right out the window when you locked eyes with him outside the café.
The silence was excruciating as you simply stared at one another in want.
“I was wondering when you’d come back, I knew you would just didn’t know when.”
Lord have mercy. He was taking out the trash in a tight short sleeve white tee, black shorts for the mildly warm night and his classic converse that you were beginning to adore.
The two of you just stared at one another, all questions leaving your mind as all of your senses were just filled with Taeil. The fairy lights softened the atmosphere and made it feel like you both were either in a cliché romantic movie or that this was like a date. The latter was what you secretly hoped could happen one day.
“You, you look good.” Taeil muttered, a pained look on his face as he forced himself to look away.
“Thank you, you do too.” You politely replied, feeling hopeless as your plan had obviously not worked and awkward as to what was going to happen now.
He cleared his throat, his eyes shifting to anywhere but you and said, “Come in, no one’s here since it’s so late. I’ll make us some tea.”
He opened the door for you and somehow you managed to keep yourself together when thanking him and attempting to casually walk inside while your brain screamed at the close proximity and the intoxicating scent of his musky cologne once again.
But over the past two days, you’d trained yourself to control the urge, finding it much easier now to hold yourself from jumping on him.
“Oh wait, I forgot that my baking and cooking will taste bad to you.” He laughed bitterly.
“It’s okay, I’ll um make the tea.”
You followed him to the kitchen, the fresh memories coming back to you. Making the tea was quite relaxing and soothed you for what was to come so thank god you had done it.
Taeil sat on a stool on the other side of the counter, facing you and took a sip of the warm tea. His eyes closed from content and a peaceful smile etched its way on his face, making you wish that you could capture this moment and attempt to paint and fully preserve his raw beauty.
“So where should we start?” He grinned, seeming a bit more cheeky and lighter than before.
That early morning you talked and talked for what seemed like a short amount of time. Taeil had luckily not had too much business and had explained to you about the specifics of his situation.
You’d learned that when he had opened the café, it had been successful and he’d employed many people to work for him. But as the curse was placed, many people quit because of the tension and toll that the Taeil crazy customers put on them. This had left only Taeil behind and he had no choice but to keep the shop open. This was also why he had relocated in such an oddly remote location to prevent people from finding him quickly yet, that had seemed to fail.
No matter what he did, if he gave up on baking and did something else, the curse forbade him to take upon another career besides his current one.
He didn’t mind it too much though, he really minded the people more and after a while he had come to accepting that his pastries tasted bad.
The conversation was deep yet light at times and you wished to just keep talking with him forever. There was something about lat night conversations that was so intimate but also helped you to bond closely with the other person.
Your trust in Taeil expanded as he kept talking and being so polite. The more he spoke, the more you were making up your mind as to what you were going to do.
“Hey Taeil,”
“Mhm?” He was cleaning the dishes now, you realized he had an extreme habit of cleaning when stressed which you found adorable.
“Is it just one kiss? Will this uh tension wear off after?” You felt bold in asking and knew you wouldn’t have if this had been during the day.
His whole body froze, kitchen gloves on and all. After a couple seconds or so he slowly nodded, unable to speak.
“Okay then, I believe you in most parts and I think then I’ll kiss you as to release you from this whole thing.”
Knowing he was still taken aback, you got up and walked over to him, placing a hand on his thin clad shoulder.
Taeil turned around, his eyes wide as he took in your disheveled and tired state. You were simply drunk off the exhaustion and wanting to just stop the worrying and fear from what was to happen next.
Before you could do anything else, Taeil cupped your cheeks delicately, slight concern in his eyes as he asked, “Are you sure? You don’t have to, we can wait it out or-or find another way. I don't want to force you into this (y/n), those were never my intentions, I'm sorry."
You found it funny as this whole situation had done nothing but put a whole lot of pressure on your shoulders. But fuck it really, Taeil was the closest thing to perfection you had seen if there was anything in this world that was perfect. It may have been naive for you to think this way but a part of you wanted to just take the risk and see what the outcome was. It was thrilling to dive head first into this crazy world of curses and magical tarts. It was just a kiss, you kept telling yourself.
Just a kiss.
Looking into his eyes that held fear for the future, you hoped your own showed some reassurance before you took the leap.
You leaned in slowly, the moment feeling so fragile and precious. Taeil's hand moved to the back of your head, caressing it gently as your lips landed on his own delectably pink ones.
You were right.
Taeil's lips were just as soft as they looked.
You slowly moved your lips against his own, feeling the deep thirst in you take over and wanting to only have Taeil touch you for as long as it was possible. You could taste the tea on his lips, your eyes fluttering close as he deepened the kiss.
The situation intensified fairly quick as your hands slid to the back of his head, finally being able to feel the soft mullet and tugging at it, wanting more and more of him. Meanwhile, Taeil hand's slid from your head to your shoulders then to your waist, pulling you in right up on him so that your body moulded with his own, feeling the heat roll off him. You did the same, letting go of his hair and sliding your hands from his collarbone to his chest, just wanting everything you could have of him.
This moment was perfect. You knew right away now that you couldn't go back, this was it for you, he was it for you.
Grasping for air, the both of you stopped kissing and you slumped against Taeil's shoulder, the fatigue from not being able to sleep well these past few days catching up to you and feeling high from this blissful feeling coursing throughout you.
If every kiss felt this powerful and intoxicating then you never wanted to stop kissing Taeil.
"I didn't know that you were so tired, I would've just asked to meet up another day" He laughed softly, rubbing your back as you put most of your body weight on his.
You couldn't tell if it was the tea or simply that that was one of the most mind-blowing kisses you'd ever had but you were absolutely addicted to him now and feeling so sleepy.
Taeil put his arms around you, hugging your soft body so that he could touch you one last time before he parted with you.
"I guess the tension doesn't wear off huh." You mumbled into his warm shoulder. You could feel him laugh as his shoulders shook and he replied, "I guess it doesn't."
The both of you simply stood there in each other arm's, enclosed and not wanting to be the first to move away and face with the reality sitting on your shoulders.
"It's getting late and I know you have work tomorrow fairly early so you should go home."
Your heart fell at his words, not wanting to leave him and his touch. There were more questions on your mind as well now that had arised. Such as, where did you stand now? Were you together? Was his curse lifted and he could bake well again?
Taeil gently lifted you off his shoulder and kissed your fore-head, his eyes holding so much tender love for you that you wanted to succumb to your desires and kiss him again. If only, you weren't so tired.
"Come back tomorrow and we'll discuss it all okay? I think the curse must have lifted off now and you're way too tired to properly talk with so I'll walk you home and we can meet again."
A nervous feeling washed over you, what if Taeil didn't want you now that you had helped him lift the curse? Your shoulders slumped as he walked away to grab the shop keys to lock up. Time had apparently flown by and it was 4am now so he was closing up an hour early.
When he walked back to you, he noticed how dejected you looked and realized what must've been on your mind.
"I know you must have a lot of questions but one thing I can assure you is that I want you (y/n). I want you like no other and that was prevalent when I first paid attention to you the second time we met. You might be thinking that this is all because of that stupid curse but even if that hadn't happened, I'd still want you more and more after getting to know you."
He kissed you tenderly again, reluctantly pulling away and resting his fore-head against yours, his eyes fluttering as he closed them as he cupped your cheek, his whole body tense.
"You're the one for me (y/n) and what happens next is what you decide it to be, I'll be fine with whatever you decide."
"I only want to be yours and for you to be mine." You whispered, feeling his body relax and a bigger smile stretch across his face.
"I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say that." He gave a gentle peck before stepping towards the exit and holding the door open for you.
"After you." He gestured to outside, looking like so happy and you felt yourself mirror his happiness and walked out the door. Taeil locked up the door and put his hand out, letting you slip your own into his and feel the warmth radiating off him.
You both walked home, murmuring to one another like those secretive lovers you often saw roaming the streets, in their own bubble. You had found your other half and now you were never going to part with him. The future could hold whatever in store but with Taeil grasping your hand in his own warm one, making you feel like a main lead in a movie, you didn't care whatever happened as long as you were together.
—
A couple of weeks later
"Yeah, I dunno the Midnight Moon Café owner just doesn't do it for me anymore... I heard he's in a relationship now too so don't want to mess with a man who's off limits." You could hear Ally loudly whisper to your coworkers by the printing machine.
A small smile swept across your face and you tried to act like you were just happy about something to do with work.
"It's so weird though, you know? Like he was so dreamy but now I'm realizing he's just average I guess."
Your brows furrowed, not enjoying the way Ally was being rude towards your sweet boyfriend. You didn't know what got into you as you got up and walked over to the printer, your feet having another mind of their own as they rested to a stop in front of your terrified coworker and surprised Ally.
They looked at you as if you were going to tell them to quiet down but instead you simply smiled and whispered, "I still think he's pretty dreamy, I guess that's one of the reasons why I'm still dating him dunno. That or for his creative, kind and intelligent personality I guess."
Ally's mouth fell open and your coworker looked like they were going to pass out. You were never one to join in any gossip so this was new of course.
"Are you just saying that or, or are you really dating him?" Ally sputtered, eyes wide as they didn't believe your words.
"I guess you'll just have to see after work." You winked, reaching behind them and saying, "Sorry, just gotta grab something." Then you walked away, head held high and feeling so powerful for the way you had defended Taeil's innocent self. It didn't matter what people said about him or you, society's words shouldn't have such an impact. Yet, it was the condescending way that Ally had degraded Taeil to just his looks that really upset you and you had wished to see that shocked look on her face.
So it was worth it.
You heard a door close and knew that Ally had left, thank god. Before you were able to get back to work, a gentle tap on your shoulder made you jolt in your seat.
You turned around to see Manuel who had a smile on his face and he mouthed a thank you before going back to his seat. A big smile stretched its way across your face as you tried to concentrate on your work but failed to do so for the rest of the day.
"Than you again everyone!" Mr. Lee thanked you all and for the first time you enthusiastically thanked him back, quickly grabbing your belongings and excited to leave. This time it wasn't for the sake of avoiding everyone but for who was waiting for you patiently outside.
It felt like you were flying as you rushed to see the man who you daydreamed about in the middle of work and whom you wished you could be with every minute of the day.
Moon Taeil waited outside, a giddy feeling rushing through him as he checked his watch to see that it was now 7pm and you'd be rushing to see him. His life was back to normal now, his pastries tasting delicious to all, including himself. He'd also been lucky enough to hire people again which took a load of stress of maintaining the huge café off his shoulders. It seemed that the love spell thing had also worn off as well on people and instead they came by for the quaint and lovely hidden café and not him.
He though about his future with you as that was the only thing on his mind constantly nowadays. Sure, you two had only started officially dating for only a couple weeks now but it felt like a dream for him that he never wished to wake up from. So many people around him kept saying that he was in the honeymoon phase which would wear off soon enough but he couldn't disagree more.
The love he had for you was eternal and no matter what happened, it would remain in the deepest parts of his heart and mind. Sure, tough times were to come like when he had discovered that you didn't like that he stress cleaned and had advised to find a better way to cope. And how he didn't enjoy the fact that you stayed up late at night watching shows and dramas only to wake up the next day totally exhausted as you headed to work. But it was all a part of your love for one another.
And when he saw you practically fly out of the building's front doors, his cheeks hurt from the huge smile on his face and his heart burst with joy as you jumped into his open arms.
This was his forever, holding you in his arms and feeling his heart beat wildly out of his chest at the same rhythm with yours.
You were his forever.
And as you held Taeil as close as humanely possible, this moment was one you would never want to exchange with anything else in this world. Just by being in his arms you had forgotten any hardships from the day adn what you'd said to Ally, so wrapped up in your boyfriend and that fresh scent of his cologne you loved. You didn't pay attention to the people who stared at you, some reminiscent of their own loves and some envying you.
You fit together perfectly, your fingers, your bodies, your lips, your souls. And when you pulled back, facing a wide smiling Taeil, his brown eyes shining from the sun reflecting off them, you knew that this was it.
Your love was worth it forever and forever. And as you grew old, having children of your own and managing the café as well as proofreading, you never regretted it for a single moment that you had succumbed to your desires for once and taken a risk.
Taeil was the best risk in your life.
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Too Late: Tom & Sabine (Commission for miner249er)
This is a sequel to Revolt of the Akuma, also a commission from @miner249er this will be multichaptered!
Summary: Sequel to Revolt of the Akuma. How Paris and everyone there deals with Marinette’s akumatization and the many things born from it.
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Business was slow but that somehow became the normal for Tom and Sabine, at first they resented it, they truly were busy bodies and they loved to work, needed to work, but then Marinette was akumatized and disappeared. Their baby girl was gone and it felt like there truly was nothing they could do about it. The worst part was they hadn’t even realized she was the akuma at first, they didn’t know things at school had been so bad that Hawkmoth was able to take advantage of their little Baguette’s emotions, and they hadn’t been there to help her through it. Their days seemed routine now, they would wake up at 3 AM instead of their regular 4 AM because of the guilt and the nightmares, they would prep the kitchen then Tom would start on the bread with his father Roland helping out since everything had taken its toll on Tom and he started to become forgetful in things to do with the bakery, even his timing was off. Meanwhile Sabine would attempt to do her morning meditation. The meditation was never successful nowadays because she truly could not clear her mind or calm her heart and memories of Marinette both good and bad would surface and she would be thrown into a fit of sobs that Gina tried her best to help calm.
Roland learned the hard way that he no longer could hum his and his son’s song while making bread as it had reminded his son too much of Marinette and the larger man would break down in tears if he even heard the slightest bit of the song. He would call out for his daughter while hugging whatever he had in his hands close to his chest. Roland had never been the most affectionate of father’s, he wasn’t even affectionate with his wife, but when he broke down like that, Roland felt the urge to just hold his boy and comfort him. It pained him to see his son in so much pain, but Tom and Sabine were strong people and they picked themselves up in order to get through the day.
Well, they tried their best and really that’s all anyone expected of the grieving parents. The day Marinette was akumatized and disappeared had been a normal day for them and maybe that’s what filled them with so much guilt. Their bakery was always busy and that was something they took pride in, before Marinette was born, the bakery had been their baby. They made it, helped and watched it grow, and they got to see it flourish. It was a lot of work and sometimes they would just get into this work zone where nothing else could grab their attention. Working with so many ovens and having to prepare so many things, there was only so much you could multitask before your brain felt full. Though those were only excuses, they had been neglecting their daughter and hadn’t realized it. Marinette knew how much they loved their bakery and how busy it could get and she always seemed to understand but now looking back on it maybe she had just pretended to be fine with it all. They tried their best to always ask how her day was when they would all have dinner together, but Tom would be the first to admit that sometimes even that just became routine rather than actual curiosity about their daughter’s day.
They had deluded themselves into believing that Marinette’s world was rose tinted, and they had taken comfort in the lie. Maybe they truly just wanted to believe that Marinette was their always smiling baby girl and she had no problems to worry about because it would be easier to deal with than the reality. When Marinette had become fascinated with fashion and that fascination grew, Sabine and Tom had been happy and supportive of their daughter, yes their hearts hurt a bit since they had hoped that maybe she would take over the bakery for them, but then they noticed how much time her designing took up. It hurt to think about now but Sabine could remember thinking that it was a blessing that Marinette was distracted and busy because it meant they had more time for the bakery. The more they remembered their shortcomings, the more they felt. They felt too much now after not being able to for so long because of Hawkmoth.
After having to shut down any and all negative emotions, finally being able to express them was like breaking a dam. Crying was never just a little tears, it was always these heart wrenching sobs and it could be for the littlest of things like a broken toy or missing a bus. Anger, now anger was the scariest in everyone's opinion, once someone started yelling it was like they couldn’t stop, they would break things, maybe hoping to see a butterfly, then there was the crying. Everything ended in tears. Anger came quickly nowadays, more so than sadness, though maybe they worked hand in hand now. Tom had found himself more on the depressed side of things, everything made him miss his little Baguette, sometimes he still expected to hear her footsteps racing down from her room and out the door with a shout because she was running late. Sabine on the other hand, everything just made her angry, every little thing. She would even snap at Tom but she would immediately apologize because she knew it wasn’t his fault. If anything she was angry at herself, angry at the school, at Hawkmoth, Hell, even at their bakery.
Some days she hated waking up to the work and the mingling, there were times where she was so close to just begging her husband to closing the shop for a while and taking a break or maybe closing it permanently. She hadn’t decided yet, but she just told herself to hold on, just hold on till their closing period or ‘vacation time’ as Marinette would say. Perhaps that was the reason why she wasn’t really giving it a serious thought, the whole giving up their boulangerie idea. It held memories, both good and heart-aching, of Marinette. Sabine would never talk about those memories with anyone but family now, but everytime she was working she couldn’t help but look over at their ‘Artisan Boulanger’ sticker at their storefront that was slightly crooked because Tom had been putting it on when Sabine had told him she was pregnant and he had slipped in shock and the sticker was forever a bit crooked. She couldn’t help the way her hands would clench over a box or bag when giving a customer their things, Marinette had designed them and each time she handed them over it felt like she was giving away a little piece of her daughter each time.
“Have a wonderful day.” Sabine muttered to the latest customer of the day not even caring that her voice came out monotone.
“You as well! Merci Madame.” The young boy who had come in thanked her but Sabine just watched impassively as he hurried over to his friend. “Dude can you believe it? We get to eat pastries that the Protector ate!”
“Correction, we get to eat pastries that Ladybug ate.” His friend responded.
“That hasn’t been proven yet. That’s all just speculation man.” The first boy laughed as they made their way to the door and Sabine had to take in a deep breath or else she might have thrown something. How dare they come into their shop and talk about their daughter as though she wasn’t a person. How dare they treat her akumatization as some spectacle for them to worship and admire. How dare them all.
“Speculation? You are sorely mistaken bro, look at all the evidence! I’ll send you all the links then you’ll see.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Sabine just stared at the young men even after they had left until she no longer could make them out. This. This was why she no longer wanted the bakery, it no longer held the same joy it had when Marinette was there and Sabine and Tom hadn’t even known it until she was gone.
“Bonjour Madame.” Sabine was ripped from her musings by another customer walking in, a regular in fact, Mlle Josephine Bernard. She had been coming to their boulangerie since they first opened and had always been very kind to Marinette. In fact, she commissioned Marinette a few times as well.
“Bonjour Joséphine." Sabine greeted with a small smile, the most she could manage.
“One rhubarb tart please and a pain de campagne. I’m making stew tonight and my fiance loves when I pair it with your bread.” Joséphine said with a kind smile as she took out her money and change and placed it on the saucer on the counter.
Sabine couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped, Joséphine always had exact change and honestly it was a welcome habit to Sabine. “Are you going to share the tart for dessert? It is small, are you certain you would like just one?”
“Oh no, that’s just for me. Our little secret okay?”
“Your secret is safe with me.” Sabine promised as she swiftly gathered Joséphine’s order, once she made her back to the counter to hand everything to the woman she was caught off guard when said woman placed her hand on top of Sabine’s.
“How are you holding up Sabine?”
First instincts were yelling at her to lie, to say everything was fine despite everyone knowing it was not, but another part of her was yearning for reassurance that wasn’t from her husband or his parents. “I...I’m trying. But it’s hard. It’s hard when people come in and talk about my daughter as if she’s this thing that is more than human, more than just a teenager. They don’t even say her name anymore. Tom and I have had to move and lock away her things because...because people have broken in and stolen her belongings in order to steal or collect them. The police have been no help on that front. They told us to just get better locks. As if it is our fault that people are breaking in.” Sabine took in a shaky breath before continuing, “We get people who leave “gifts” instead. They are letters to Tom and I, accusing us of abusing Marinette...of neglecting our baby. They seem to think we don’t care about what happened to her Joséphine. We’ve had to replace some windows after one incident with a rock and some spray paint.”
“Oh my goodness Sabine! I’m so sorry. You and Tom don’t deserve any of that.” Joséphine gasped out, but Sabine wanted to argue that maybe they did. “That is just cruel and disgusting. If you two ever need anything please don’t hesitate to ask, or if you just need to talk or get out of the house for awhile, call me okay? Things...things will get better.”
“Merci Joséphine...maybe I’ll take you up on that. Enjoy your treats and tell me how Stephan likes everything okay?” Sabine responded after a while.
“I will...I will keep you and Tom and Marinette in my prayers. Merci Madame.” Joséphine said before leaving.
Sabine’s movements felt robotic as she walked over to the door, locked it, and flipped the sign letting everyone know they would be closing for lunch. It was a small mercy that they were already at the middle of their day. Thankfully Roland and Gina would have lunch ready for them, they had been so helpful through everything but sometimes Sabine couldn’t help but feel like even they blamed Tom and Sabine for what happened to Marinette. Sabine knew how much Gina adored Marinette and she could see how much getting to know Marinette had meant to Roland, to have their granddaughter gone so all of a sudden, they too were grieving in the way they best knew how. They parented and distracted themselves with helping out Tom and Sabine as much as they could, that would be why they were staying with them. She knew how Roland was about them being late to lunch so Sabine made her way to the kitchen to see Tom baking but it looked like he was doing everything on autopilot, she wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t even heard Joséphine come in.
“Tom. Sweetheart. It’s lunchtime, let’s go eat with your parents.” She mumbled as she placed a soft hand on Tom’s shoulder stopping him from decorating the last of the cupcakes he had made.
“Oh...Lunchtime already?”
“Yeah. Here let me put those on display then we’ll head on up.” She took the tray of cupcakes gently from him and went out to the front again to put them on display where she saw several people looking in their shop. She decided to just ignore them...and the camera flashes, though maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to pull the security gates down just while they were upstairs for lunch. In fact that’s exactly what she did. “Ready to head up dear?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, ready. Let’s go eat. It’s been a long morning.” Tom said with a small smile. She felt like it was more for her benefit but she still appreciated it all the same. Once they went upstairs they went through the motions of eating lunch and if someone asked Tom and Sabine what they had eaten, they wouldn’t have been able to answer, but they gave the obligatory remarks of, “This is so good thank you,” and,” So good. Maybe you can make it again sometime.” Maybe Roland and Gina saw through them, they probably had and the fact they made no comment about it truly was a blessing. As a way to avoid conversation if they needed to Sabine turned on the television and it just so happened to be the news.
“And as promised viewers video footage of The Protector in action. This footage was donated to us by an anonymous source who had happened upon The Protector out in the open when she was akumatized. I want to warn everybody, the footage may be shocking to some viewers. Roll the clip please.” Nobody spoke. How could they? Sure they knew people still had some weird fascination with their daughter and granddaughter’s akumatization but the news stations had stopped reporting on it or at least they thought they had. Nadja certainly hadn’t given them a heads up about this little ‘special’ of theirs like she had done previously, and yet here they were watching her and Alec talking about their daughter and they wouldn’t even say her name. She has a name. Sabine robotically pressed on the remote to see more info on the program and had to swallow back bile, ‘The Protector Really Paris’s Protector?’ that was the title and already Sabine could feel her anger rising. She didn’t bother reading the summary, she already knew what this special was about.
She watched as her daughter, her baby girl, bent down in a patch of butterfly bushes crying her eyes out, sobbing out her hurt for anyone and everyone to hear. Her baby, even in the distance of the camera, looked so angry, so torn, she should never had to have felt like that. The video continued on with this person slowly zooming in on Marinette and Sabine had to wonder why this person was recording at all. She could never understand people’s obsessions with filming akumas, at least many filmed from a distance other than Alya and sometimes Nadja but it was always after the fact the person was akumatized. Maybe that’s why this particular video was bothering her so much, this person, whoever they were, they were filming her daughter breaking down because they knew at any moment she would be akumatized or, and the idea made her sick to her stomach, they were hoping she would be akumatized. They were hoping for a chance to have a video go viral, maybe they weren’t but that’s the only thing that Sabine could rationalize why they would be filming her teenage daughter in the first place.
The video was a bit shaky as it seemed like the person filming didn’t want to be seen even though there was no one else there. Sabine hadn’t realized she started crying until she felt the tears hit her hand. She hated seeing Marinette in pain and her not being able to comfort her. She, her husband, and his parents watched with bated breath as they saw an akuma finally fly into frame and slowly make its way towards Marinette. Sabine wanted to shout out a warning, do something, but she knew it was pointless and that just made the tears fall more. Everyone watching could tell that Marinette hadn’t noticed the akuma at all as she was still sobbing and wailing, Sabine could feel Tom squeeze her hand and she squeezed his right back. Then the akuma landed and merged but that wasn’t the shocking part, they had to watch their daughter stare at nothing with too-wide eyes and the familiar symbol of Hawkmoth over her face sit there as dozens...no, maybe hundreds of butterflies, white butterflies surrounded Marinette and landed on her body.
Then a bright light flashed, it was so unlike any akumatization anyone had seen, the butterflies were gone but if you looked closely at the fading light surrounding Marinette you could see the faint flutter of wings. Then she stood up, the Protector stood up. Sabine sobbed and not for the first time cursed at her daughters classmates, they had been around Marinette the most, they knew her daughter, she did everything for them and yet they treated her like that. To the point of akumatization. Sabine prayed that her little girl wasn’t actually Ladybug like it was speculated, even if it made sense, because that would mean her daughter had been suffering through more than just everything going on at school and really, Sabine wasn’t ready to face all of that just yet.
“Now before we discuss everything in that video I will say we do have many more to share so stay tuned Paris!”
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#miraculous ladybug#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#ml salt fic#slight tom and sabine salt#tom dupain#sabine cheng#nadja chamack#roland dupain#gina dupain#akumanette#akumatized marinette#marinette dupain cheng#ml salt#salt and angst with a dash of consequences#angst#ml class salt#hawkmoth#ml hawkmoth#goggles commission#revolt of the akuma
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HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS
i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didn’t have any solid themes or good ideas
SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU’LL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.
warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot
officer!daichi
we are: vigilante/troublemaker
loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much
nah bro you ain’t full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things y’know like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins
u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace “I LIKE YOU” like way to go girl
He didn’t appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date
but let’s talk about before yall got together
he’d CHASE u thru alleyways when he’d catch you writing “police sux” on the fuckin wall
bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs it’s FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u
HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???
you’d almost always get away by a hair - he’s SO SO close
and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty
and this would continue for a while
but yall have such fun fun banter - you’d tease him and he’d say something back and you’d bolt and he’d chase
some days he’d catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow
he’s having so much fun and doesn’t even know it
and then at one point he doesn’t even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows it’s bad for business and it’s unprofessional but he’s so attracted to u
he doesn’t even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: “oh i’m just asking about her so that i know her motives” bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore
and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! he’s more shy around u awww,,,doesn’t even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.
yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING
it’s more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost he’s too hot)
he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love
u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses
u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (i’m jk of course...or am i)
u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u
u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street
but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.
unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things
after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)
THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA
but it’s much more complicated than that - it’s either ur the laidback one and he’s the strict one or ur the fiery one and he’s the person like “calm down”
PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS he’s trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time
u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass
bro says he’s not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there
even though yall dating he still won’t let u play with his equipment
but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when he’s not looking and prank call the others
and his coworkers know by now they’re like “oh it’s daichis gf” and go along with it HAHAHAHA “this is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.” “roger, but what’s ligma? over.” “*inhale* LIGMA-” *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*
his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)
the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3
u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and he’s bouncing around asking u personal questions “how did you date the commander!!! what’s he like as a bf??” he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera
he does get u a walkie talkie that’s just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. it’s ur second phone basically that only has his number in it
daichi LOVES it when u massage him after he’s had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,he’s also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333
IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesn’t, but he’ll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP
bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)
daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-
in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY
househusband!oikawa
we are: girlboss sugar mommy
somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife
and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant
IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.
sure, he’s pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time he’s bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it
his specialty is cooking but he’s so lazy he’s all “just get the maid to do it”
please give ur workers a raise he’s so demanding
when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.
only reason you bring him is cuz he’s pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long
yall cant even stay for too long - he’ll practically drag u out of the building and whining that it’s too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo
he’s not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking
probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so he’s constantly begging u for an extension to the house “please babe!!! makki has-” “no.”
8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house
he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldn’t stop bawling for 15 min
please find him a hobby
crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death it’s over. but he’s got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering
like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said “we’re discussing this when we get home and you’re gonna get your ass beat” and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies
please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. it’s reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way
does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention
speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back he’ll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment
don’t bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and he’ll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back he’ll come crawling back to u. “WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???”
one time yall got into a fight and he was all like “since ur being a rude mommy i’ll just find someone else !!!” inside u were like “oh god finally” but instead u said “okay”
ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesn’t want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and he’s standing by the door ur just like “ok bye bitch”
So he’s trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.
“fine! I’m leaving now!” “okay.” “...*sniffles*” “tooru, go.” “WAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-”
u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it
tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they don’t think he’s cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesn’t like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u don’t ask for it
Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something he’ll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and you’re like “where. which store.”
bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldn’t EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats he’s been bimbo-ified
beat him with ur gucci belt pls it’s so funny
also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him it’s NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc he’s feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc he’ll bitch about it but you need to be firm
but don’t worry,,,he’ll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)
now he has to ask permission like a good boy. he’ll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine
you got a bigass man child i’m sorry maam u should’ve picked tobio or ushi
ceo!kuroo
we are: secretary
bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours
but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break
one minute he’s all “get these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy you” and then later he’s all “hey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffee”
flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE
but you’re less than impressed bc y’know when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work he’s ruthless once more
HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when you’re on break though
will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM
he’s got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldn’t even dare
RIP janet from accounting
that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again
it’s not even limited to the other employees - he’s not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you
bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention
*picks up phone* “sir?” “ah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.” “...with all due respect, it’s 2 am, sir.”
but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz he’s the bank
and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.
once u were out sick and he had the worst management - he’s not used to working without you
def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc he’s worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesn’t want to go thru scheduling again
prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while he’s sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention
maybe sometimes he’s secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile
he’ll tease u for it of course “oh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?” bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies i’m saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)
sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say it’s highly unprofessional but he says it’s his stress reliever
you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you
he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!
never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you
but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesn’t know how it works (hint: manual doors. “why isn’t it opening on its own?” “sir, there’s a handle.” “but?? what does it do??”)
bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because you’re rich doesn’t mean i’ll- ...wait...how much did you say…? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES I’LL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH
brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too
no matter how much you insist that you’re ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. “think of it as a bonus from me.” NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH
BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point “you have to look presentable for the next focus group so here’s a nice rolex watch” “sir, i don’t need-” “ah ah ah - it’s my treat.”
it’s pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? “if i didn’t know any better, secretary, i’d say you’re just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.” “exactly.” “hey!”
yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u
KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u
he’s so silly when he’s drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf
but that’s only when it’s the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3
also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him
it’s the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333
you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced
HES the one who has a crush on you
you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss
he’ll do anything for u but wouldn’t ever admit it he simp
offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him
bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-
he’s so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but he’s acting like a schoolgirl in love
probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd
in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank
dog hybrid!bokuto
we are: owner
Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333
OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT
he’s well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then i’m sorry you just lost him
please if a robber came in he wouldn’t even attack them he’d just tackle them w hugs
he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!
the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy
HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3
soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob
the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY
he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u
destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and there’s stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent
tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS
loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua
gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!
ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head
which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other
so now he’s more feisty around him and any other cat that’d get ur attention
If it was a person, then that’s another thing. He’d be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then he’d go ballistic
but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,he’s lost it
u have to lock him in the other room and he’s crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his owner’s attention !!!
def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back
“GRRR” “AAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-” “he don bite” YES IT DO GET UR-”
doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesn’t work. like he tries to do that thing when he’s a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc he’s not smooth
doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it
speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word
SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOU’RE NOT LOOKING
u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? there’s ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips
big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out
he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud
hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now
we all know he’s not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,he’s somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet
HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away
and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants
he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, they’re all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him
knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them he’s like a damn pokemon
he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better
he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( he’s so precious
in other words i love doggy bokuto
pirate!ushijima
we are: kidnapped
ah yes we’re are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa
just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all “let’s kidnap a noble’s kid and get the ransom money!” (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)
thing is, nobody’s willing to pay (if you aren’t a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt
so yeah you aren’t going back anytime soon
but he’s a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable
he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333
he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, there’s suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading
but you definitely shouldn’t test him. he’s SUPER scary when it comes down to it
you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea
mf made them walk the plank
you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean
he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure
speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for
“oh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?” “i brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.” *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* “are they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.” “I-”
bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened
hell, even he doesn’t know how it happened wtf. “oh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. that’s all.” wtf
equivalent to diluc’s bird - he didn’t even give it a name so he gives u the honors
U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)
oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP
it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333
“what the-” “we need to get you to safety. we are under attack.” and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES
HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT
tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no “she could hurt herself.”
“but ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herself” “...it’s my orders.” “c’mon, be more honest, ushiwaka! what’s the real reason?”
he goes quiet then looks at u “...i’ll always be there to help. she’ll have me.” AOISHSDHFSNDF
HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY
but the rest of the crew are like “then what’s the point”
but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe
sorry ur apart of the crew now - but they’re like a family even if they did kidnap u
oh whatever your life before wasn’t as cool as this (no offense)
they are given orders to protect u at all costs
speaking of which - ushi isn’t all that great w guns
almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him
he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff
ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-
he finds out you’re pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more
is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??
he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333
no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood c’mon man
whenever you have to stay on the ship while he’s away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages
speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away
wakatoshi “swimming is for pussies” ushijima - he’s water resistant
bruh so powerful he walks on water
second coming of christ who
IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it
legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle
speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . don’t worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous
“Jump off the deck and see if he’ll catch you!” um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST
he’s got good intentions...i think…
but everyone literally knows he would dive after you
in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard
mafia leader!kita
we are: associate from different group/family
kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families
so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit
arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3
nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two
POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho he’s a mafia leader
RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM
he owns the majority of the underground casinos
and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.
you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most
prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune
when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere
u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone
before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that
his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u
they can’t tease him for it, though, cuz he’d pulverize them
but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you
so they go to inarizaki’s most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou
and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and you’ve got LOTS of history
he doesn’t dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him
until they bribe him at just the right price
and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy it’s lights out for all three of them
oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much
one time you were kidnapped and held hostage
bro saw red
MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH
he got world record time
wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that
and of course, made sure you were safe.
yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...
is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him you’ll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he won’t let it go
“don’t you have to go back to your place?” “this is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.” aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE
makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster
and it’s not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)
and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY
absolutely DOESN’T care if he’s smuggling jewels from different countries - he’s having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. “the diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, i’ll have it 7 times that size.”
makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style he’ll do anything for you
he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS
takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you don’t have to worry about work
meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you
he’s a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3
the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...
in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita
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--EXTRA EXTRA!! other characters’ roles!!--
officer!daichi:
karasuno squadron consists of:
cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama
investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi
surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too
househusband!oikawa:
makki and mattsun are also househusbands
iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-
ceo!kuroo:
lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-
janet still a bitch
kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kuroo’s and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings
yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings he’s there
dog hybrid!bokuto:
kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did
kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you don’t see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.
hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned
i couldn’t decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say he’s ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.
pirate!ushijima:
tendou is practically is right hand man
the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-
BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.
mafia!kita:
the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.
suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and he’s a hacker lol.
aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards
a/n: im going to regret posting this
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