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importantpuppystarfish · 1 month ago

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Unexpectedly ate with the most delicious Kim Minji..

Male reader (grandfather) x Minji (granddaughter)

!Male reader = grandfather

Kinks: Taboo & Incest (w/grandpa), huge gap gap, pussy eating, pissing, asshole licking, armpits licking, lots of kissings and romance & anal..

Minji, an 18-year-old K-pop idol, is the darling of millions, her princess-like beauty making her a global obsession. her agency’s managers have crafted a stage persona that’s pure sex: her choreography is a parade of hip thrusts, body rolls, and skimpy outfits that leave little to the imagination. On stage, Minji’s a brat, all smirks and teasing glances, her dances dripping with slutty energy—though she’s only following orders by made the dance moves. Offstage, she sometimes flirting shamelessly with fans, in live streams she flirts and says sexual stuff, also and pushing boundaries to feel alive amidst her controlled idol life.

Her grandfather, a 62-year-old is the family’s rock.. He's still strong and healthy. He lives in a sprawling countryside estate, a world away from Minji’s neon-lit Seoul. He’s always adored Minji, his only granddaughter. He's not like an old ass who can't walk. He's still young and strong despite his age.. Very fit enough to still work like in his prime.

The grandfather sees Minji as his legacy, the dazzling star who carries his bloodline’s beauty.. But her bratty attitude and slutty stage performances—clips he’s seen online, her thong peeking out during a twerk—alarm him. He fears she’s on a path to becoming a “public slut,” her innocence corrupted by fame’s machine. Yet, this fear twists into obsession: her provocative dances awaken his long-dormant desires, her body is a forbidden fruit he wants to both save and devour. He’s torn between guiding her back to “purity” and indulging the filthy urge to claim her himself.

Currently Minji is at her home. Her parents has planned to go to village for work, so since minji cant be alone, her parents called her grandpa for protection and support since Minji can't be lonely alone in a dark house.

Minji practices her daily dance practice in her own living room.

Her body’s is slick with sweat from an impromptu dance practice, she’s been perfecting that slutty choreography where she shakes her ass and all hip rolls, her tiny outfit clinging to her curves. She’s wearing a white crop top that hugs her perky tits, the hem barely covering her underboob, and high-waisted jeans that sit low enough to flash the band of her Calvin Klein thong. Her toned midriff glistens, her long black hair sticking to her neck, and she smells like a mix of sweet perfume and raw sexy sweat.

A sharp knock arrives to the door ... “Coming!” she says, her voice kinda loud but sweet, as she hops up, her bare feet slapping the hardwood floor. She swings the door open, and there he is—her grandfather, standing tall in a crisp button-up and slacks, his silver hair catching the hallway light, his sharp eyes locking onto her like a hawk. It’s been months since they last saw each other, and the sight of him sends a flutter through her chest. “Grandpa!” she squeals, genuine joy in her tone, though her body language screams something dirtier as she throws herself into his arms.

The hug is electric, a collision of familial love and forbidden heat. During the hug, Minji presses herself against him, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to his shirt, her tits squishing against his broad chest. Her arms wrap around his neck, these aren't intention, it's just because of actual love and they have done these hugs before.

He sets his bag down, his eyes glued to her as Minji’s outfit is exposing a lot of skin. Its a barely-there outfit—a white crop top clinging to her sweat-slicked chest, high-waisted jeans flashing her Calvin Klein thong—makes his throat tighten as we've seen. He shakes his head, trying to focus. She’s his granddaughter, for fuck’s sake. But the way she moves, so carefree and bratty, stirs something dark in him—a hunger he hasn’t felt in years.

Minji steps back, brushing her hair behind her ear, oblivious to the storm in his head. “It’s been forever, Grandpa,” she says, her voice light, a genuine smile on her lips. “How was the drive? You look tired.” She gestures toward the living room, her bare feet padding across the hardwood as she leads him to the couch. She’s not trying to seduce him—her mind’s on their reunion, her affection for him pure—but her natural energy, that bratty, confident sway in her hips, makes it hard for him to look away.

“Long drive,” he grunts, settling onto the couch, his eyes flicking to her exposed midriff before he forces them to her face. “You’ve been keeping busy, I bet. All that dancing and… stuff.” His tone carries a hint of disapproval, but he keeps it casual, not wanting to start a lecture yet. He leans back, trying to relax, but his mind keeps replaying her latest performance video where her ass is bouncing on stage, her smirk teasing the crowd.

Minji sits down beside him, tucking her legs under her, her crop top riding up just enough to show more skin. “Yeah, it’s been crazy,” she sighs, stretching her arms above her head, her abs flexing. “The tour’s killing me, but I’m on a break now, thank God. Oh—have you eaten? I was gonna make some ramen. I’m starving!”

She hops up without waiting for an answer as she heads to the kitchen, leaving him with a view of her backside that makes his mouth go dry.

“Go ahead,” he calls after her, his voice gruff. He watches her disappear into the kitchen, then leans forward, rubbing his face. He shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.. But her sweaty, perfect body, the way her ass looked in those jeans.

But as he hears her cooking noises, the clatter of pots and pans filling the apartment, he can’t resist. He stands quietly, moving to the kitchen doorway, his eyes narrowing as he peeks at her. Minji’s bent over the counter, reaching for a spice jar, her crop top lifting to expose the curve of her lower back, her thong peeking out above her jeans.

Her tirs and ass are a fucking masterpiece, round and firm, and he feels a primal hunger stir—God, he wants to bury his face in her asshole and eat off her tits.. Like taste her, make her squirm. His cock twitches, shame and lust warring in his chest as he grips the doorframe, forcing himself to stay still.

Minji feels a prickle on the back of her neck, like someone’s watching, but she brushes it off. Probably nothing, she thinks, focusing on the boiling water. She’s too caught up in her task to notice her grandfather’s hungry stare, his eyes tracing every inch of her exposed skin. She tosses the noodles into the pot, her movements casual and sensual. She’s not thinking about him that way, not consciously, but there’s a tension in her body she can’t quite place, a heat that’s been building since their hug.

A few minutes later, she carries two steaming bowls of ramen to the dining table, setting them down with a proud grin. “Ta-da! Not bad, right?” she says, sitting across from him, her crop top shifting to reveal the underside of her breasts for a split second before she adjusts it. She’s oblivious to the effect she’s having, her focus on the food, but her grandfather’s eyes catch every detail, his appetite for her growing stronger than his hunger for the meal.

They eat in comfortable silence for a moment, the clink of chopsticks filling the space.. “Minji, are you tired?".. "Ah yes Grandpa, sometimes due to excessive loads of work, but its normal for me now". She replies.

" I saw your last performance online,” he starts, setting his chopsticks down. “That dancing… it’s too much. All that shaking and showing off—it’s not right. You’re better than that.” His words are measured.

Minji sighs, “I don’t really have a choice, Grandpa,” she says, her voice softer now, less bratty. “The agency decide everything—my outfits, my moves. They want me to be… sexy, I guess. It’s not like I love it, but it’s my job.” She shrugs, taking a bite, her lips glossy with broth. She doesn’t notice the way his gaze flicks to her mouth, his mind imagining those lips elsewhere.

He leans back, his eyes narrowing slightly, a new curiosity sparking. “Doesn’t it bother you, though?” he asks, his voice lower, more probing. “All those people watching you, sexualizing you… Have you ever felt that way yourself? You know… been with someone?” He keeps his tone casual, but there’s a weight to the question..he waits for her answer.

Minji pauses, her cheeks flushing slightly, she smiles and laughs a little. “No, actually,” she admits, looking down at her bowl. “I’m… I’ve never done anything. I’m a virgin.” She glances up at him, her eyes wide, a mix of embarrassment and humour in her expression. “I mean, I’ve thought about it, you know? I kinda want to try… see what it’s like. But I haven’t.” Her voice is honest, a little shy, the bratty edge softened by her vulnerability.

He blinks, genuinely surprised,. “Wait, really?” he says, his tone lighter now, almost disbelieving. “I thought for sure you’d have… well, with the way you move on stage, I figured you’d already done it!” He shakes his head, a mix of relief and pride washing over him. His little Minji, still innocent despite her slutty persona—it makes him want to protect her even more, though the thought of her “trying” sex sends a jolt straight to his groin.

Minji bursts out laughing, the sound bright and genuine.

“Grandpa, come on!” she says, grinning at him. “Just ‘cause I dance like that doesn’t mean I’m out there doing it."

"Besides, you’ve already done it, right? I mean, that’s why I’m even here!” She gestures to herself, her laugh turning playful, her eyes sparkling with humor.

She’s teasing him now, but not in a sexual way—just her natural, bratty charm shining through.

He laughs too, a deep, warm sound, his chest swelling with pride at her maturity. “You’ve got a point there,” he says, his smile softening as he looks at her. “Smart girl. You’ve grown up so much.”. He shifts in his seat, leaning closer, his voice dropping slightly. “You haven't even tounched any guys of your age??” His tone is gentle..

Minji shakes her head, her laughter fading into a shy smile. “Nope, not even that,, leave kissing!” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know, I know—I’m all innocent, but then I go out there and dance like a total brat. It’s weird, right?” She giggles, her cheeks pink, her crop top shifting again as she leans forward, giving him another glimpse of her midriff. “I do wonder what it feels like, though. Kissing, I mean.”

"You’re too pure for your own good,” he murmurs. “Dancing like that in public, but never even kissed… my little Minji.” His hand moves slowly, brushing against hers on the table..Minji senses something’s about to happen, a nervous excitement fluttering in her chest, but she doesn’t pull away.

Their faces are inches apart now..

Minji bites her lip, her voice barely a whisper as she breaks the silence. “Btw, Grandpa… I think its time to try already,” she says, her tone a mix of frustration and longing.

“My group members, Hanni, Daniellie, Haerin—they’ve all done it already, with their boyfriends. You know, kissing, and… more. I can’t handle being the only one left out.” - Minji says.

Her cheeks flush, her vulnerability raw, but there’s a spark of determination in her eyes. She’s tired of being the innocent one, her bratty, curious side itching to catch up, even if it’s in the most forbidden way possible. Her grandpa smiles but before he can respond, she leans forward, her breath hitching, and presses her lips to his, initiating the kiss with a boldness that catches him off guard.

As they kiss, the grandfather’s mouth, at 62, isn’t fresh; his breath carries the faint tang of whiskey from the drive, mixed with the earthy, slightly stale taste of age, his lips rough and chapped from years of hard living. His tongue, when it slips into her mouth, is thick, a little clumsy, the texture rougher than a younger man’s, with a hint of bitterness that comes with his years. But to Minji, it’s her first kiss, and the sheer wrongness of it—kissing her own grandfather—makes it thrilling, the roughness of his mouth a strange contrast to her softness.

For the grandfather, Minji’s mouth is a fucking revelation and heaven!!! A total paradise he didn’t know existed. Her lips are plush, yummy, pinkish, and so goddamn soft, like biting into the ripest fruit. Her breath smells sweet, a mix of mint gum and the faintest hint of her sweat, that sexy, musky scent that’s been driving him wild all evening. When her tongue shyly meets his, it’s a burst of flavor—her saliva is young, fresh, and fucking delicious, a watery sweetness that makes his head spin. It’s better than anything he’s ever tasted, better than the finest wine, better than the women of his youth. Her mouth is so yummy, so alive, the warmth of it making him groan into the kiss, his cock hardening painfully in his slacks as he drinks her in.

Their kiss deepens, turning wet and sloppy, a mouthful of watery freshness as their tongues tangle, exchanging saliva in a messy, primal dance. Minji’s tongue is tentative at first, exploring his roughness, but she soon matches his rhythm, her youthful energy pouring into the kiss. The grandfather’s hands slide to her neck, pulling her closer, his fingers tangling in her sweaty hair as he devours her, sucking on her tongue like it’s candy, savoring every drop of her delicious spit. He can’t get enough, his arousal skyrocketing as he feels her soft moans vibrate against his lips, her scent—sweet, sweaty, and so fucking young filling his senses. His erection strains against his trousers.

Minji’s mind is a whirlwind, the kiss overwhelming her senses. She didn’t expect it to be so intense, so wet, his aged mouth is strange but thrilling contrast to her untouched lips. She can taste the whiskey on him, the roughness of his tongue making her shiver, but it’s the heat of the moment, the forbidden rush of kissing her grandfather, that makes her lean in harder, her hands gripping his shirt.

Minji pulls back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glossy, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. The grandfather’s eyes are dark, almost feral, his erection throbbing painfully in his slacks. Her taste lingers on his tongue—sweet, fresh, and so fucking delicious, like a drug he can’t get enough of.

Their dinner sits forgotten on the table, the ramen growing cold, but his hunger has shifted entirely to her. He’s starving, not for food, but for Minji—her body, her skin, her everything. The taboo of their blood tie, the fact that she’s his granddaughter, only makes the craving worse.

“Minji,” he rasps, his voice low and rough, his hands trembling as he grip her shoulders. “You’re… fuck, you’re too much.” He doesn’t give her time to respond, his hunger taking over as he pulls her closer, his lips crashing against her neck. Her skin is warm, slick with sweat from her earlier dance practice and cooking in hear, and he groans at the taste—salty, sweet, and so goddamn young.. Minji gasps, her hands clutching his shirt, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, her first taste of being touched like this.

He pulls back just enough to look at her, his eyes raking over her exposed midriff, the white crop top barely covering her perky tits. “Been wanting to do this since you opened the door,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust, a dark chuckle escaping him. His hands slide under her top, pushing it up to reveal her breasts—small, perfect, with pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. “Fuck, look at these,” he growls, his mouth watering as he cups them, his rough thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her shiver. He’s hungry, so fucking hungry, and her body is a feast laid out just for him.

Minji’s breath hitches, her eyes wide, a mix of shock and curiosity swirling in her chest. She’s never been touched like this, never felt a man’s hands on her bare skin, and the fact that it’s her grandfather makes it all the more trustable. “Grandpa…” she whispers, her voice trembling, not with fear but with the sheer intensity of the moment. She doesn’t pull away, her body responding despite her racing mind.

He doesn’t hesitate, his hunger too strong to resist. He leans down, his lips wrapping around one of her nipples, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Her taste explodes in his mouth—fresh, faintly sweet, her skin so soft it’s like sucking on silk. He groans against her, the sound muffled, his cock throbbing harder as he feasts on her. His other hand kneads her other breast, his fingers rough against her smoothness, pinching her nipple just enough to make her squeak. He pulls back for a moment, her nipple glistening with his spit, and he licks his lips, savoring her flavor. “So fucking delicious,” he mutters, his voice hoarse, before diving back in, sucking harder, his teeth grazing her lightly, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin.

Minji’s head tips back, a soft moan escaping her lips, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. She can feel his age in the way he moves, his lips chapped, his breath hot and slightly stale.

The grandfather’s hunger doesn’t stop at her breasts. He pulls back, his lips shiny with spit, and trails his mouth down her exposed stomach, licking and sucking at her sweaty skin. Her abs flex under his tongue, the salty tang of her sweat mixing with the natural sweetness of her body, driving him wild.

Next, His gaze shifts to her arms, raised slightly as she grips the table for support, and he notices the faint sheen of sweat under her armpit, exposed by her sleeveless crop top. It’s juicy, glistening, the skin there a little darker from her dance practice, the hair shaved but a faint stubble adding to the raw, primal allure. “Fuck, look at that,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust, a dark grin spreading across his face.

He grabs her wrist, lifting her arm higher, exposing her armpit fully, the scent hitting him immediately—musky, sweaty, and so fucking nasty. It’s disgusting in the most delicious way, the kind of nasty that makes his mouth water, his cock leaking pre-cum into his slacks.

“Grandpa, what are you—” Minji starts, her voice shaky, but her words cut off as he dives in, his aged lips pressing against her armpit, his tongue flattening against the sweaty skin. He licks hard, dragging his rough tongue across the juicy, watery surface, drinking in her sweat like it’s the finest liquor. The taste is filthy—salty, tangy, with a bitter edge from her exertion, the kind of dirty that should repulse him but instead drives him wild. “So fucking nasty,” he growls against her skin, his voice muffled, his lips sucking at the tender flesh, pulling more of her sweaty juices into his mouth.

“Your armpits, Minji… disgusting little pits, but fuck, they’re delicious. My granddaughter’s sweaty, juicy mess—better than anything.” His praise is crude and depraved

“Oh… Grandpa…” she moans, her voice trembling with a mix of love and arousal, her head tipping back as she surrenders to the feeling. It’s nasty, so fucking nasty that her armpits are getting licked, but she likes it, the taboo thrill of her grandfather worshipping such a dirty part of her making her pussy throb.

Her moans grow louder, soft and breathy, her love for him growing as she grips his hair, pulling him closer without even realizing it. “Feels… so good,” she whimpers

He pulls back for a moment, his lips shiny with her armpit juicy sweats which he just ate,. “You like that, huh?” he chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust. “My little Minji, moaning for her grandpa’s tongue in her filthy pits.” He doesn’t wait for her response, diving back in, sucking harder, his tongue lapping at every drop of her sweaty juices, the watery, tangy taste making him groan. His hands grip her hips, keeping her steady as he feasts, his cock so hard it hurts, the taboo of it—drinking from his granddaughter’s armpit juices—pushing him to new heights of depravity.

After a few more greedy licks, he pulls back, his breath hot and ragged. He can’t resist her lips again, the memory of their first kiss still burning in his mind. He grabs her face, pulling her into another kiss, his lips crashing against hers again with a wet, desperate edge. Their tongues tangle immediately, the kiss is sloppy again and a mouthful of watery freshness as they exchange saliva once more. Her mouth is still fucking delicious—sweet, youthful, her saliva is like a burst of candy.

Minji moans into the kiss,“Grandpa… love you,” she murmurs against his lips, her voice a soft, breathy moan, her innocence and affection bleeding into the nasty act. She’s lost in the kiss, her tongue moving with his, her body pressing closer, her sweaty scent filling the air.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing hers, his voice a low growl. “Love you too, princess,” he says, his tone thick with lust and affection... “My dirty little girl… those nasty pits, that yummy fucking mouth… you’re a goddamn feast.” His words are crude, his praise a mix of love and depravity. He dives back into the kiss, his tongue dominating hers, his cock aching as he loses himself in her, the grandfather devouring his granddaughter in the most forbidden way.

The grandfather pulls back from their sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss, his lips glistening with Minji’s sweet saliva, his breath ragged as he stares at her. Her sweaty, half-naked body—crop top pushed up, jeans low on her hips, her armpits still wet from his tongue—drives him to the edge of sanity.

“Minji,” he growls, his voice low and guttural, his hands sliding to her jeans, fingers fumbling with the button. “I need more of you… all of you.” His words are thick with lust, his aged eyes dark with a primal need as he yanks her jeans down, pulling them off her legs in one rough motion. Now Minji is just in her underwear thong.

His eyes lock onto the Calvin Klein underwear thong he pulled.

He brings the expensive CalvinKlein underwear to his nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of her pussy hitting him like a drug. It’s musky, tangy, and so fucking dirty—"Goddamn, Minji,” he growls, his voice thick with desire, his eyes half-lidded as he takes another deep sniff. “Your dirty little panties… smell so fucking good. My granddaughter’s pussy, so ripe and filthy.” . He presses the thong to his face, rubbing it against his lips, tasting the faint remnants of her juices, his groans muffled as he loses himself in her scent.

Now, her pussy throbs under his gaze.

It’s fucking perfect—Minji's pussy is pink, glistening, untouched. Her pussy lips are slick with her juices, her clit peeking out, begging for attention, and he can’t hold back. “So fucking pretty,” he growls, his aged lips curling into a dark smirk, his hands spreading her thighs wider. He dives in, his rough tongue flattening against her pussy, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting her for the first time.

The flavor explodes on his tongue, its sweet and tangy, her juices fresh and so fucking youthful, better than anything he’s ever tasted. It’s like drinking nectar..His aged mouth, chapped and rough, moves greedily, sucking on her pussy, his tongue dipping into her entrance to lap up every drop of her wetness. “Fuck, Minji,” he mutters against her, his voice muffled, his lips shiny with her juices. “Your pussy… so goddamn delicious. My granddaughter’s tight little cunt… never tasted anything so good.”

Minji’s head tips back, a loud moan escaping her lips as the sensation hits her like a tidal wave. “Oh… Grandpa!” she gasps, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure, her hands flying to his hair, gripping the silver strands as her body trembles. She’s never felt anything like this—his rough tongue, the wet suction, the way he’s devouring her like she’s a meal.. “Feels… so… good,” she whimpers.

He growls into her, his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks, his mouth working her pussy with a hunger as he sucks on her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, making her hips buck against his face. Her juices coat his lips, his chin, dripping down as he drinks her in, the wet, slurping sounds filling the room, a nasty soundtrack to their taboo act.

Minji’s moans grow louder, her body shaking as the pleasure builds, her pussy clenching around nothing as his tongue works her over. “Grandpa… I… I can’t….. I love you..” she gasps, her voice trembling, her love for him mixing..

As he's eating her pussy like a beast, Minji feels something is coming out of her pussy.

She bites her lip, her voice shaky as she speaks. “Grandpa… I… I need to-- pee…” Before she can finish, the urge overtakes her, and she lets go, a warm stream of piss gushing from her pussy, splashing onto his mouth & face. The golden liquid soaks his face, shirt, dripping down his torso.

Minji’s eyes widen in shock, but as she sees the way he reacts—his groan of pleasure, his hands gripping her thighs tighter—she feels a rush of arousal, the taboo of pissing on her grandfather making her heart race. “I love you, Grandpa,” she moans, her voice soft and breathy, her love for him pouring out in the midst of the nasty act. “I really mean it... ” She’s overwhelmed, her body trembling, but she loves the intimacy of it, the way he’s accepting every part of her, even something so dirty.

The grandfather’s eyes light up, his arousal hitting a new peak as her piss soaks him, the warmth of it seeping into his skin. “Fuck, yes,” he growls, his voice a mix of lust and adoration, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips, pulling her closer. “My dirty little girl… pissing on your grandpa like a fucking slut. I love it.”

Minji’s moans turn softer, her body relaxing as the last of her piss drips out and her grandpa swallows it, her love for him grows more higher with her senses. She reaches for him, her hands trembling, and pulls him up, her need for closeness taking over. “Grandpa… hold me,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes shining with love and vulnerability. He stands, the scent of her piss and arousal clinging to him, and pulls her into a tight hug, their bodies pressed together in a messy, loving embrace.

He wraps his arms around her, his hands sliding to her bare back, gripping her tightly as he buries his face in her hair. “I love you too, princess,” he murmurs, his voice rough but tender, his cock still hard against her stomach as they hug. Minji clings to him, her arms around his neck, her face pressed to his shoulder, her breaths shaky but full of love.

They stay like that for a long moment, hugging tightly, their bodies pressed together, the scent of her piss and sweat mingling in the air. The grandfather’s hands move slowly, caressing her bare skin, his love for her evident in every touch, while Minji melts into him.

They kiss for what feels like forever, their lips moving in a desperate, loving rhythm, exchanging watery saliva in a messy tongue dance. Minji pulls back slightly, her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed as she looks into his eyes. “Grandpa… I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, her love for him raw and unfiltered. “I didn’t know it could be… like this. So… intense.” She bites her lip, her body still buzzing from their earlier acts.

He chuckles softly, “You’re just starting to feel it, princess,” he says, "There’s so much more… so much I wanna show you.” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he glances down at her exposed pussy, still glistening from his tongue. “You liked me tasting you, didn’t you? My little Minji… letting her grandpa eat her sweet little cunt.”.

Minji blushes, a shy smile tugging at her lips, her hands still resting on his chest. “Yeah… I did,” she admits, her voice soft, “It felt so good… I didn’t know it could feel like that.” She pauses, her curiosity taking over, her bratty side peeking through. “Can… can we do more? I wanna feel it again.” Her words are innocent but bold, her love for him driving her to explore further.

“Oh, we’re gonna do more,” he growls, his voice thick with lust, his hunger for her reigniting. “I want you on my face, Minji. Wanna taste you deeper… let you ride your grandpa’s tongue.”..he guides her off the table, lying back on the floor, the hardwood cool against his back as he positions himself beneath her.

Minji hesitates for a moment, her heart racing, but the look in his eyes—lustful, loving, commanding—makes her move. She straddles his face, her knees on either side of his head, her pussy hovering inches above his mouth. Her scent hits him immediately.. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her down until her pussy presses against his lips...

Now the facesitting starts, He dives in, his rough tongue lapping at her clit, sucking on her lips, his mouth devouring her with a hunger that borders on feral.

Minji gasps, her hands gripping his hair, her hips moving on their own as she grinds against his face. “Grandpa… oh my God…” she moans, her voice a mix of love and pleasure, her body trembling as the sensation overwhelms her.

His tongue fucks into her pussy hole, lapping up every drop of her wetness, his nose pressed against her clit, breathing in her scent as he eats her out. She’s riding his face now, her movements clumsy but eager, her pussy soaking his mouth, the wet, slurping sounds filling the room. The taboo of it—sitting on her grandfather’s face, letting him devour her—makes her moan louder, her love for him pouring out in every sound.

The grandfather’s cock throbs harder, his face buried in her pussy, his hands squeezing her ass as he pulls her closer, his tongue relentless. But then, he feels her body tense, a familiar pressure building, and he knows what’s coming. Minji's about to piss again, she can't control her body..

“Do it, Minji,” he growls against her, his voice muffled, his lips still sucking on her clit. “Piss for me again… let your grandpa drink you.” His words are depraved, and Minji lets it go, she screams, a warm stream of piss gushing from her pussy, splashing into his mouth.

He opens his mouth wide, swallowing her piss greedily, the sharp, pungent taste mixing with her juices as he drinks her down. It’s nasty, so fucking nasty, but he loves it, the taboo of swallowing his granddaughter’s piss making his cock ache, pre-cum soaking his slacks. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, his voice garbled as he gulps, her piss dripping down his chin, soaking his chest. “So fucking good… my dirty little girl.” He keeps licking, his tongue lapping at her pussy as she pisses, the combination of her juices and piss a filthy cocktail that drives him wild.

Minji moans louder, her body trembling as she pisses into his mouth, the sensation of him drinking her sending a new wave of arousal through her. “I love you, Grandpa,” she gasps, her voice thick with emotion, her hips still grinding against his face. “I love you so much… feels so good…”

He pulls her off his face, his lips and chin dripping with her piss and juices, his breath ragged as he looks up at her, his eyes burning with love and lust. “I love you too, princess,” he rasps, his voice hoarse, his hands pulling her down into another tight hug. They collapse together on the floor, their bodies pressed close.

By now, he has tasted her pussy, her armpits, her piss, but his hunger for her—his own granddaughter—knows no bounds, and there’s one place he hasn’t claimed yet, the most forbidden part of her body.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. “Minji,” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly, his hands sliding to her hips, gripping her tightly.

Minji’s breath hitches, her body trembling as she feels the cool air on her naked skin, her position making her feel vulnerable in a way she hasn’t before. “Grandpa… where are you going…” she starts, her voice shaky, a mix of nervousness and curiosity in her tone. She glances back at him, her long black hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes wide with innocence, but she doesn’t pull away, her trust in him and the forbidden thrill of their acts keeping her in place.

He doesn’t answer with words. He spreads her ass cheeks with his rough hands, exposing her asshole fully, the tight, pink ring a stark contrast to the glistening wetness of her pussy just below. The scent hits him immediately, which is musky, earthy, a faint trace of her sweat and piss mixing with the raw, primal smell of her ass, the kind of nasty that makes his cock throb harder in his slacks. “Fuck, look at that,” he growls, his voice thick with lust, his thumbs rubbing circles on her cheeks as he takes in the sight. “My granddaughter’s perfect little asshole… its soo tight af and so fucking dirty, just for me.”

He starts eating and putting his tongue whole full inside Minji's shithole now..

The taste is filthy—bitter, earthy, with a tang of her sweat, the kind of nasty that should repulse him but instead drives him wild. He groans against her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin, his tongue lapping at her asshole with a hunger that borders on feral. “So fucking good,” he mutters, his voice muffled, his lips sucking on the tight shithole, pulling at the tender flesh as he feasts.

Minji gasps, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, her hands gripping the floor as a soft moan escapes her lips. “Grandpa… oh my… that feels…soo good” she whimpers, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and pleasure, lt feels good in a way she didn’t expect—his rough tongue, the wet suction, the way he’s devouring her most private place. “Feels… so weird… but good,” she moans, her voice soft and breathy, her love for him mixing with the arousal coursing through her. she can’t help but push her ass back against his face, her body responding despite her racing mind.

He growls into her, his hands spreading her cheeks wider, his mouth fully eating her asshole with relentless hunger. His tongue fucks into her tight hole, pushing past the resistance, the bitter taste of her ass mixing with the faint sweetness of her sweat, driving him wild. He sucks harder, his lips pulling at her hole, his nose pressed against near the shithole areas, breathing in her scent as he feasts. “Fuck, Minji,” he groans, his voice garbled, his face buried in her ass. “Your asshole… so goddamn filthy, so fucking delicious. My little granddaughter… letting me eat her dirty little hole.” His words are crude, his praise dripping with depravity, but there’s a twisted affection in his tone, his love for her making the act feel intimate in the most perverse way.

Minji’s moans grow louder, her body trembling as the pleasure builds, her asshole clenching around his tongue, the sensation pushing her to the edge. “Grandpa… I… I love you,” she gasps, her voice thick with emotion, her love for him pouring out in the midst of the nasty act. She’s overwhelmed, the taboo of her own grandfather eating her ass—his tongue in her most private place—minji body shakes.

The grandfather’s face is still buried between Minji’s ass cheeks, his aged tongue lapping at her tight shithole. Her soft moans fill the room, her body trembling on her hands and knees....

He pulls back for a moment, his lips shiny with her juices, his breath hot and ragged as he looks at her perfect ass, the tight circle of her asshole glistening from his tongue.

“Minji, my sweet girl,” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly, but there’s a tenderness in his tone, a love that cuts through the depravity. “You’re so fucking beautiful… every part of you. Even this dirty little hole… its my life, you know that?.” He leans in again, his rough tongue swirling around her asshole, sucking on the tender flesh with a hunger that’s both primal and adoring, his groans vibrating against her skin.

Minji’s moans turn softer but loud, her body trembling as the sensation overwhelms her, but his words—his love—make her heart swell, her love for him pouring out in response.

“Grandpa… I love you so much,” she whimpers, her voice thick with emotion, her hands gripping the floor as she pushes her ass back against his face. “No one’s ever… loved me like this… made me feel so… so special.” Her words are a mix of innocence and arousal, her love for him so deep that the taboo act—her grandfather eating her ass—feels like the ultimate expression of their bond. She giggles suddenly, a light, breathy sound that cuts through the intensity, her bratty side peeking through. “You’re really… really into my butt, huh? What’s next, Grandpa, you gonna start calling it your ‘little love muffin’ or something?”

He chuckles against her asshole, the sound muffled but genuine, his tongue pausing for a moment as he pulls back to laugh. “Love muffin, huh?” he says, his voice hoarse with lust but tinged with humor, his hands squeezing her cheeks playfully. “Fuck, Minji, you’re gonna kill me with that ass of yours… but yeah, maybe I will. My little love muffin… tastes better than any damn dessert I’ve ever had.” he dives back in, his tongue fucking into her tight hole..

Minji laughs again, her giggles turning into moans as his tongue works her asshole, the sensation sending shivers through her body. “Grandpa, you’re so lovely!” she gasps, her voice a mix of amusement and pleasure, her love for him shining through in her playful tone.

“But… I love it… I love you… feels so good…” She’s never felt so loved, so cherished, as she does in this moment—her grandfather worshipping her most private place, his love for her so deep that even the dirtiest acts feel like a romantic vow.

He sucks harder on her asshole, his lips pulling her tight shithole circle, his tongue pushing deeper, the taste of her—bitter, sweaty, so fucking filthy—making him groan into her.

“Fuck, Minji,” he mutters, his voice muffled, his face buried in her ass. “You’re my everything… my perfect little girl… this ass, this dirty fucking hole… I’d die for it, you know that? Love you so goddamn much.”

Minji’s heart swells at his words, her moans turning into soft whimpers of love, “I love you too, Grandpa… always,” She tries to push her ass more against him, her movements eager but clumsy, her love for him driving her to give him more, to let him have every part of her.

Finally, the grandfather pulls back from Minji’s ass, his lips and chin glistening with her juices, his breath heavy as he looks at her trembling form on her hands and knees. Her soft moans and declarations of love still echo in his mind, their shared laughter and deep connection making the taboo act feel like a romantic ritual between them..

Minji clings to him, “Grandpa… I love you so much,” she murmurs “but… I feel kinda bad,” she admits, her voice trembling with innocence, her bratty side giving way to vulnerability.

“You’ve been… doing all this stuff for me… making me feel so good… but I haven’t done anything for you yet.” She bites her lip, “It’s not fair… I wanna make you feel good too.”

The grandfather’s heart swells at her words, his love for her deepening even more.. “Oh, Minji,” he says, his voice rough but warm, his hands cupping her face as he looks into her eyes. “You don’t have to do anything, princess… just having you here, loving you like this… it’s more than enough.” His words are heartfelt, his love for her so deep that he’d give her the world without expecting anything in return. But the thought of her wants to please him.

Minji shakes her head, her bratty determination kicking in, a small, playful smile tugging at her lips. “No, Grandpa, I wanna do it,” she says,. “I wanna try. For you.” She pauses, her cheeks flushing deeper as she glances down at the bulge in his slacks, her eyes widening slightly. “I mean… you’ve been so hard this whole time… I can tell! It's craving something from me, right? Let me… let me help.” Her words are innocent but earnest.

He chuckles softly, “You’re too good to me, Minji,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, a playful edge to his words. “Alright, princess… if you wanna make your old grandpa feel good, I’m not gonna stop you. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—I’m a bit of a mess down there after all this!” His humor lightens the moment, his laughter rumbling in his chest, but his cock throbs harder at the thought of her mouth on him, the taboo of his granddaughter giving him a blowjob making his pulse race.

Minji giggles as she reaches for his slacks, fumbling with the zipper. “I don’t care if you’re a mess,” she says, her voice soft but teasing, her bratty side peeking through. “You’ve been… eating my butt, Grandpa! I think I can handle a little mess.” Her laughter is light and genuine. She finally gets his slacks open, pulling them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and leaking pre-cum, the scent of his arousal mixing with the faint musk of his age.

Her eyes widen at the sight,. “It’s… so big,” she whispers, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness, her cheeks flushing deeper. But her love for him drives her forward, her hands wrapping around his dick...She leans down, her long hair falling over her shoulders, and presses a soft, experimental kiss to the tip, her lips brushing against the pre-cum, the salty taste making her blink in surprise. “It’s… kinda salty,” she says, her voice curious, a small giggle escaping her as she looks up at him, her innocence making the moment both funny and deeply tender.

The grandfather groans, his hands gripping her hair gently, his head tipping back as her lips touch his cock. “Fuck, Minji,” he rasps, his voice thick with arousal, his love for her pouring out in his tone. “You’re killing me… my sweet girl… so fucking perfect.” she has her willingness to please him, makes his heart swell, his cock throbbing harder as she starts to explore him with her mouth. She takes the tip past her lips, her tongue swirling around it clumsily, her inexperience evident but her eagerness making up for it. Her mouth is warm, wet, and so fucking delicious, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue as he watches her, his love for her deepening with every second.

Minji moans softly around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt through him, her hands stroking the base as she takes him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness. She’s clumsy, her movements unsure, but her love for him drives her to keep going, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, her saliva dripping down as she sucks. “Am I… doing okay, Grandpa?” she mumbles around him, her voice muffled, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and affection..

He groans louder, his hands tightening in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as her mouth works him over. “You’re doing fucking amazing, princess,” he says, his voice hoarse with pleasure, his love for her evident in every word. “My little Minji… sucking her grandpa’s cock like a good girl… love you so fucking much.” His words are crude but heartfelt, his arousal mixing with his deep affection, the taboo of her blowjob—his granddaughter’s mouth on him—pushing him to the edge. He chuckles suddenly, a playful edge to his tone as he adds, “Careful, though… don’t want you choking on your old man’s dick..”

Minji giggles around his cock, the sound muffled but genuine, her eyes sparkling with humor as she pulls back slightly to laugh. “Grandpa, you’re so bad!” she says, her voice teasing, her lips shiny with spit and pre-cum as she strokes him with her hand. “I’m trying my best… it’s my first time, you know!” Her laughter is light and playful, their shared humor making the moment feel intimate and fun, their love for each other shining through in their banter. She dives back in, her mouth taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her love for him driving her to please him..

Minji pulls back from her grandfather’s cock, her lips swollen and glossy with spit and pre-cum, her breath shaky as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her long black hair is a mess, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead..

Her grandfather pats her head, praising her for the amazing blowjob she did.

Minji smiles shyly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment, her innocence shining through as she looks up at him. “I’m glad I made you feel good, Grandpa,” she says...But then her expression shifts, a flicker of curiosity and desire crossing her face, her bratty side peeking through as she bites her lip.

“Um… Grandpa,” she starts, “do you think… maybe we should… you know, fuck?” Her words are this time direct..

The grandfather’s eyes widen, his heart racing at her words, a mix of arousal and concern swirling in his chest. His cock twitches at the thought—fucking his granddaughter, taking her virginity, burying himself in her tight, untouched pussy—but he quickly shakes his head, his protective instincts kicking in.

“No, Minji,” he says firmly, his voice gentle but resolute, his hands cupping her face as he looks into her eyes. “Not that… not your pussy. That’s your main virginity, princess… I can’t take that from you. It’s too much… too special. I love you too much to do that.” His words are heartfelt, his love for her so deep that he’s willing to deny his own desires to protect her..

Minji pouts, "But Grandpa… I want to,” she whines. “I love you… I want to feel it… I don’t care about my virginity… I just-.” Her words are raw, her love for him pouring out...She’s curious, eager to experience everything with him..

He chuckles softly, “Oh, Minji,” he says,. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? So damn stubborn… just like your grandma was.” His words lightens the moment, his laughter rumbling in his chest, but his eyes are serious as he pulls back to look at her.

“I can’t take your virginity, sweetheart…You'll regret it in the future if I take it from you. I'm not gonna marry you.. It might cause you pregnant.. ", he continues.. "but… there’s something else we can do. Something just as close… if you’re sure you want it.”

His voice drops lower, a hint of lust creeping in, his hands sliding to her hips as he waits for her response.

Minji tilts her head, her curiosity piqued, “Something else?” she asks, “What do you mean, Grandpa? I… I wanna be close to you… I wanna feel it!!.”

He takes a deep breath. “We can… try it in your ass, Minji,” he says “It’s not your virginity… not like that. But it’s still close… still special. And we'll be gentle...”

Minji’s eyes widen, a flicker of nervousness crossing her face, but her love for him and her curiosity outweigh her fear,. “In my… ass?” she says, “That… that sounds kinda… great!!…… I trust you, Grandpa!!. I love you… and I wanna be close to you… like that.” Her words are shy but earnest..

“I love you too, Minji… more than anything,” he murmurs,... “We’ll go slow…"

Minji nods, “I trust you, Grandpa,”.. “But I'm a little scared..Just… don’t laugh if I scream a little, okay? I’ve seen stuff online… this sounds like it’s gonna be a lot!”

He chuckles, his laughter warm and genuine, his hands sliding to her hips as he helps her back onto her hands and knees, positioning her on the floor. “No promises, princess,” he teases, his voice playful but loving, his humor lightening the moment. “But I’ll be gentle… we’ll take it one step at a time. You’re gonna be okay, I swear.” he spreads her ass cheeks, her tight, glistening asshole coming into view, still wet from his earlier licking. He now aims his cock inside to her shithole.

He doesn’t have lube, but her ass is already slick from his tongue, and he spits into his hand multiple times, rubbing the saliva onto his cock and then onto her asshole, working the wetness around her tight ring to ease the way. “Gonna get you ready, okay?” he says, his voice low and soothing, his free hand rubbing her lower back as he presses a finger against her asshole, slowly pushing it in to help her relax. “Just breathe, Minji… nice and slow… relax for me. I’ve got you.”

Minji takes a deep breath.

She nods, her breath shaky, and follows his instructions, pushing out as he presses forward, the tip of his cock breaching her tight shithole. The stretch is immediate and intense, a burning pain shooting through her as her asshole resists the intrusion, the lack of natural lubrication making it feel raw and tight despite the spit.

"Oh… oh God, Grandpa!” she cries out, her hands gripping the floor as tears prick her eyes. “It hurts… it hurts a lot…” Her body tenses, her anal sphincter clenching around him, the pain is high. This is her first time crying.

He freezes, his heart aching at her cry, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her hips as he pauses, only the tip of his cock inside her. “I’m sorry, Minji… I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, his love for her making her pain feel like his own. “We can stop if it’s too much… I don’t wanna hurt you, princess. I love you so much.” but his cock throbs inside her, the tightness of her ass.. The fucking his granddaughter in the ass makes his arousal almost unbearable.

Minji shakes her head, her breath shaky, “No… don’t stop,” she whispers, her hands gripping the floor as she pushes back slightly. “I… I want this to happen… I wanna be close to you… I love you, Grandpa.” She giggles through her tears, her bratty humor breaking through as she adds, “I… I guess my butt’s not ready for the big leagues yet, But… keep going… I can take it.”

He chuckles softly, his laughter warm and affectionate, his hands squeezing her hips as he starts to move again, his thrusts slow and careful. “You’re a ffuckingchamp, Minji,” he says as he eases into her, tearing her asshole inch by inch.

“My little granddaughter… taking her grandpa’s cock like a pro… love you so much.”

Minji moans softly, the pain starting to fade into a deep, intense pleasure as her body adjusts, the fullness of his cock in her ass making her pussy throb, her clit aching as she feels him move inside her. “Grandpa… it’s… it’s starting to feel good,” she gasps, her voice a mix of awe and pleasure, her hands gripping the floor as she pushes back against him, her love for him making the act feel intimate, even romantic, despite the initial pain. “I love you… I love this… being close to you like this…” Her words are raw, her emotions pouring out, the taboo of anal sex with her grandfather turning into a profound expression of their bond, her innocence giving way to a new, shared intimacy.

He groans, his thrusts picking up slightly, his hands gripping her hips as he fucks her ass, the tightness of her body making his cock throb, pre-cum leaking inside her as he moves. “I love you too, Minji… my perfect girl… my everything,” he rasps, his voice thick with emotion, his love for her deepening with every thrust.. He moans as he releases a big load of cum inside her shithole.. Minju screams also in pain and satisfaction.. Both loses their energy and collapses down on the floor..

#girl group smut #Minji smut #Newjeans smut #kpop gg smut #twice smut #izone smut #kpop girl smut #ive smut #wonyoung smut #female idol smut

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yzzart · 1 month ago

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Ok...so...I was thinking...MORE OF GIRLDAD! DANTE. I wanna see more of his wife and daughter. How would Eva and Nero interact? Maybe?

⋆˚࿔ LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.. ── PART TWO.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: Dante being a girl's dad, Interactions between Nero and Eva, mention of Kyrie and Nico, part one is here!

⭑.ᐟ Children ask questions, question everything, absolutely everything, and it was normal. — And, of course, Eva couldn't skip, omit this phase of her little curiosity. — Every two minutes, or only during the times when you or Dante put her to sleep, she asked something.

⤷ Dante, being the main victim of her questions, didn't know how to answer — he always got confused, saying things that didn't make sense; he tried in every way to change the subject, but he never managed to — and he always asked, begged, for your help. — But, there were some questions, about a subject, or rather, someone specific that Dante never failed to answer; his daughter always asked about her grandmother.

⤷ Eva asked about Eva; it was funny, any creature could agree. — Little Eva, especially when she was going to sleep, would ask what her grandmother was like; both her appearance, her characteristics, her story. — She always showed her curiosity, enthusiasm when it came to her. — Dante spent hours and hours talking to his daughter about his mother, he didn't care what time it might be, that was the only rule that father and daughter liked to break.

⤷ One night, while the only dim light that was present in the hallway came from the little child's room, Dante was there; showing a photo he kept of his mother to Eva. — It was the only photo he had in his hands and he considered it a treasure, something precious. — The old but so beautiful, angelic image of Eva was admired by her granddaughter.

⭑.ᐟ Nero, even with his classic temperament — influenced by the blood that runs through his veins — always got along well with little Eva; sometimes, he took it upon himself to take care of her, because of you and not because of the annoying and comedic demon hunter. — He made fun, mocked Dante's jokes and puns in front of Eva.

⤷ And she was still laughing! Dante's heart was breaking, with so much sadness and melodrama, with the terrible betrayal; this was unacceptable. — She could only laugh at the provocations, the small humiliations, if they were done by you. — That man was whipped by you.

“If your father were to live as a comedian, he would starve.” — Nero pointed the screwdriver at the little girl, shaking it and crossing his arms. — “Like, the most precarious situation of hunger.” — Eva’s cheerful, radiant laugh echoed through the garage. — “That old man wouldn’t even support a crow.”

⤷ Nero was fond of his adorable little cousin; considering he was good with children. — On the days he looked after Eva, he would take her to meet the orphans he fed and cared for, alongside Kyrie; thus, forming friends.

“Can i stay with Nero today, please?” — Eva asked, tugging on the hem of her father’s gray and slightly dirty shirt, who, just hearing that name, sighed deeply. — “He promised he would take me for a ride in the van with Nico.”

“I’m losing my daughter to that brat.” — Your husband complained, exaggeratedly, drama overflowing his chest.

⭑.ᐟ Dante had loved his daughter's eyes ever since he first held her in his arms; those little orbs perfectly resembled your own. — They showed, transmitted an air of sweetness, pure ingenuity, something that was divinely beautiful. — Just like yours.

⤷ You insisted; claiming it was a mix between you and him. — However, Dante denied it, maintaining his concrete certainty. — Eva had your eyes.

#dante #dante sparda #dante dmc #devil may cry #dmc #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante x you #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry x you #dmc x reader

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aemondtargaryengf · 11 months ago

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hii! i hope you’re doing well!!

can i get a jace fic where she’s his younger sister and she’s just really dependent on him, and like follows his around and tried to stay w him while he’s really protective of her especially from the greens

pairings: protective!jace x valeryon(strong)!reader

warnings: not quite angst unless the last line. but the tension is there, fluff i suppose, romantic tension, canon typical incest. if anything else let me know, MAJOR SPOILER FOR FIRE & BLOOD/FUTURE HOTD

word count: 1.8k <3

masterlist

a/n: I am sorry i have been tardy with my promise but here is your much awaited request!!

You liked it here. Laying in bed, reading a book of poems while your mother combed through your hair. Rhaenyra always had a soft spot for her only daughter, caving in and allowing every reasonable whim you had. “Mother” you speak slowly, putting the book down and holding it close to your chest. Rhaenyra stops her gentle movement, looking down at you with fondness, “yes my child”?

“Can we stay here in king’s landing for longer?” you ask, “I do not wish to leave grandsire’s side yet. The maesters do not bring news of improvement any longer and I fear….” You trail off not wanting to word it out loud. Rhaenyra knew of the gravity of her father’s health but she feared the wedge between her children and her half siblings will only give rise to new fights and arguments every day.

“You know we can’t my dove”, she pets your head affectionately, “who will look after Dragonstone with us gone?”

“Please”, you request sitting up and turning your back to face her, “I do not want to risk not being here when he passes away and miss my chance at a last good bye.” Even Rhaenyra couldn’t argue with your words. Your request comes from a place of adoration for your grandfather, he was quite fond of his elder granddaughter, but Rhaenyra also contemplated what can go wrong if she isn’t here for her father’s death. No matter the legitimacy of her being named heir to the throne, she is well aware of the whispers at court, the scheming of the hand and the queen. Aegon Targaryen cannot be king if she is here to take control of the situation.

“It’s settled then” Rhaenyra agrees after a beat of silence. “We shall stay here for as long as you desire.” A smile of gratitude makes its way on your face at your mother’s words and you are quick to embrace her “Thank you mother”. Rhaenyra chuckles, rubbing soothing circles on your back “Now rest my dove, it has been a hectic day.” She leans in to kiss your forehead “sweet dreams”.

You make your way beneath the sheets, head resting comfortably on the pillow “Farewell mother”. With one last look at you Rhaenyra steps out of the room. The door closes softly behind her, letting the dim glow from the candles lull you into sleep.

Morning arrives gently, with sunshine streaming through the windows casting a soft glow in your room. The ladies assigned for your care had let themselves in, rousing you from your sleep and ushering you to the bath to get ready for the day.

The baths at King’s Landing were more majestic than back home. You take your time soaking in the warm water with jasmine oil and rose petals, sighing in pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to get dressed with the help of the ladies and having your breakfast alone, opting for some calm in the morning knowing your brothers and uncles will inevitably destroy any sense of peace in the coming hours.

“I’d like to take a stroll through the keep, alone. Much has changed since I’ve been away.” The guard assigned for your duty only nods at your command as you make your way out of the room. The seven-pointed star glares at your face at every turn you make, a stark contrast to the regal décor the keep had in your childhood.

“Sister! Wait!” comes a voice from your right. You stop turning around only to be faced with a panting Jacaerys. “Brother” you greet with a slight smile “You are up early today” you tease. “I was looking for you” says Jacaerys, ignoring your teasing. “I was wondering if you were alright after last night’s events”.

You slightly wince at the memory of Jace throwing a punch at Aemond and Aegon and Luce starting a brawl of their own. Your cousin Baela even tried jumping only for you to grab her by the waist as you yelled for them to stop.

“I’m alright” you dismiss his worries. “It was just a graze”. Aemond’s elbow had hit you in the cheek causing you to yelp in pain. Aemond’s actions did stop midway not expecting you to be so near and get hurt but it only spurred Jace even more as he landed even stronger punches than before at his uncle’s jaw.

Jace gently reaches a hand up to caress your face. “Its good it didn’t bruise” he thumbs at your cheek, “I’d not let it go if that brute ruined your pretty face”. And there it was again. Jace always had a penchant for using certain choice of words which reddened your face.

“Jace” you warn, “Do not fall prey to our uncle’s provoking. You know both of them only say words to rile us up.” Jace let’s go off your face sighing “I can’t help it if they accuse us of…” Accuse us of what? The Truth?

The somber tone in his voice lets you know of his mood dropping. It was only the start of the day and you will be damned if you let your older brother sulk so early. “I’d like to accompany you to your training if that’s alright with you?” Nothing makes him happier than being able to show off his skills to his younger sister and you are well aware of that. Jace is quick to look at you with shining eyes and agrees to your request.

You follow after him as he excitedly tells you of a new method he learnt from Daemon, smiling at his words and nodding when you think its appropriate to let him know you are attentive. Jace liked having your sole attention on him. It was just you and him in the beginning. His mother told him that the first time he saw you when he was a boy of two, you had looked at him as if he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. Your crying would only stop if your older brother was there to shush you with his toys. You were the happiest baby when in his presence, trailing behind him like a little duckling, a trait which you still carry. Nothing soothes your nerves like being near Jace.

You watch as Jace spars with a squire. A sheen of sweat on his forehead making him look godly in the late morning sun. “I do not think its fit for a lady to be here niece” comes a chilling voice from right behind you, closer than you’d like that voice to be. “Uncle” you greet, your eyes not wavering from Jace at all, “I think I can go wherever I’d like. The Red Keep is my home as well after all.” Aemond smirks at your reply. Out of all the strong bastards you were his favourite to toy with. The boys were quick to throw punches but the ability to sometimes make you unable to come with a witty response brought him immense satisfaction.

“Hmm” he hums, coming to stand by your side, a little too close for comfort, “I hope my elbow didn’t cause you any harm princess. It would be unfortunate to see your brown eyes blacken from my unintentional hit.” Brown eyes. He emphasized it. He is trying to make you take the bait again. And his backhanded words of comfort and presence did unnerve you more than you’d like to admit.

“If you wish to see how real men train perhaps you should watch me instead of your no good of a brother. He moves like a boy who was gifted a sword a day ago” Aemond whispers in your ear. His breath hitting your skin makes your skin crawl and you shiver in disgust, moving back and putting a distance between yourself. “No thank you” you decline politely. “I prefer my brother over all”. Aemond only gives a sly grin at that, “Even in your bed?” he mocks.

What was stopping you from slapping this bastard from even suggesting such nonsense. You grit your teeth in frustration, almost hitting him yourself when a protective arm wraps around your waist bringing you back into a sturdy chest. “Who my sister brings into her bed is none of your concern dearest uncle” Jace says cooly. “And I suggest you refrain from using certain phrases that will bring the honor of my sister into question” he raises his brows at Aemond challenging him. “I’d hate to dislocate your jaw over some misunderstanding, we are family after all.”

One thing Aemond had learned from the beginning was Jace will never lose a chance to be your protective guard dog. He could hit two birds with one stone by simply choosing to pick on you instead. Why rile up one Strong bastard when you can rile up two? “I’d like to see you try” Aemond grins leaning in to challenge your brother.

“Jace” you whisper, “Don’t.” Aemond chuckles at your warning. “Aww will poor Prince Jace listen to his sister like an obedient mutt?” Jace clenches his jaw at his statement. “He isn’t worth it Jace” you interlock your fingers with Jacaerys’s trying to tug him away. Once you are able to move him from his spot, you lead Jace away and turn to Aemond to give him a disgusting sneer “You’re pathetic.”

Aemond's grin widens, his eye gleaming with amusement as he watches you walk away, Jace's hand still in yours. "Run along, little dove," he calls out mockingly, but you don't look back.

As you and Jace walk through the courtyard, the tension slowly eases from his shoulders. "You shouldn't let him get to you," you whisper, glancing up at him with a reassuring smile. "He only seeks to provoke."

Jace nods, but his grip on your waist tightens protectively. "I won't let him hurt you," he promises, his voice low and determined. "Not ever." You squeeze his hand, drawing strength from his presence. "I know, Jace. I know." You kiss his cheek gently hoping to calm him “No one can hurt me with you breathing down my neck” you giggle trying to lighten the mood.

He rests his chin on top of your head. “I won’t let any harm come to you ever. No one can hurt you.” His arms squeeze around your waist.

You always felt restless without Jace, and nothing brought you more comfort than being in his arms. You never have to worry about being safe with your brother around.

But years later when you crumble at the sight of the body of Jacaerys Velaryon with an arrow through his neck, no one is prepared for the wail of anguish that leaves your throat at not having your Jacaerys beside you anymore.

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Casual /extra IV

One shot; college students drew x reader

explicit language and scenes, read at own caution

⋆.˚ "two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach, is it casual now?"

♡⸝⸝ elevator | other | more casual!drew

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The sun is casting that golden-hour glow across the backyard of the Starkey’s summer house, a little over the afternoon.

The yard, is decorated with a large banner that reads “Lil’s Second Bday,” and a few balloons are scattered around. The long table on the stone patio is stacked with snacks, and the smell of BBQ fills the air.

There aren’t many people- just the Starkey family; Mr and Mrs Starkey, Drew, his four siblings, his baby niece, and a couple of close relatives.

It’s nothing big. Other than their baby niece’s birthday, it’s also a chance to catch up. Laughter and chatter fill the air, a warm vibe surrounding the entire afternoon, with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The view of the beach just beyond the low fence adds to the relaxed, coastal atmosphere.

…and you? You’re chilling, calm, and- and…and you don’t really know why you’re here.

No, you do know.

Drew’s mom invited you.

A week ago, when you and Drew were casually lounging on the couch, watching tv, he picked up a call, suddenly handed it to you with a defeated look on his face.

His mom. Mrs Starkey.

She urged you to join them at their house on Long Beach, celebrating their granddaughter’s birthday, if you weren’t too busy.

It was weird.

Casual, yet you’re here, celebrating his niece’s birthday.

You didn’t want to come. But Mrs Starkey sounded so excited on the phone, and it seemed like she liked you- a lot.

And Drew? He didn’t resist much either. Last time you visited, it was his idea to bring you, thinking you could act as a ‘distraction’- both for his family, a new person to annoy, and for him, a way to sneak away from the constant questioning and attention.

On the way here, he’d admitted that yes, his family liked you, and it would definitely be boring without you.

The whole day flowed smoothly- a long drive in Drew’s car to the summer house his family owns. Upon arriving, you’d helped with setting up, meeting some relatives that Drew introduced you to- as his ‘best friend,’ of course.

His niece? Adorably cute. His siblings and parents, would pull you away to chat privately, either about their random hobbies or just to get to know you better.

You didn’t even realize how long it had been since you’d been alone with Drew today, until he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand lingering around your lower waist.

You were holding his niece in your arms, standing by the fence, entertaining her with the seagulls flying just a few miles away- when Drew decided to join. His height loomed just over your shoulder, his broad chest brushing faintly against your back.

“Hey you,”

Drew whispered into your ear, his voice low and flirty, just like it always was.

You turned around, a smile pulling at your lips as you showed him Lils, his niece, held against your hip.

“Look,” you whispered back, her pacifier snug in her mouth, her little eyes wide with curiosity.

“My sister’s… freaking out,” Drew started, a smirk tugging at his lips as his blue eyes met yours, the light catching from the afternoon sun, making them almost glow. “But it’s just you that kidnapped her.”

You shot him a glare, making him chuckle, the sound warm and full of amusement.

“Go away. We’re watching seagulls,” you half-heatedly tease him, turning back to the beach view.

Drew, of course, wasn’t done. He laid his palm against your hips, gently turning you back to face him.

“Hey- hey,” he murmured, forcing his face into your view, the sapphire orbs meeting yours again, “I’m bored. Talk to me.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” he said, his smile soft and unbothered. “Just, just talk to me.”

His fingers came up, gently brushing the corners of your mouth.

“So?” he asked, his voice low, curious. “Was today fun?”

You looked away on purpose, pretending to think deeply for a second before answering with a playful shrug, “Hmm… could’ve been better.”

He laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all day- bubbling straight out of his chest.

“God- I missed you,” Drew suddenly said, like the phrase weighted nothing.

“Missed me?” you echoed, brow raised.

“Yeah.”

“We’ve… you’ve been in the same place as me all day.”

“I know.”

“You sat next to me like ten minutes ago.”

“I know.”

“You talked to me during lunch.”

“I know.”

“You’re literally talking to me right now.”

“…I know.”

His smile never wavered. If anything, it deepened, pulling at the corners of his mouth, creasing the skin around his eyes- those soft, familiar smile lines you could trace from memory.

His hand rested at the base of your neck now- light, warm, grounding. He was close. Too close. And he wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore.

He’s looking at your lips.

And you were pretty sure that if the two of you were alone right now, he’d kiss you. He’d kiss you like he’d been holding his breath all day and just remembered how to breathe. Like you were the cure for something he didn’t know he had. He’d kiss you like he’d thought about it a thousand times and still wasn’t ready.

Which… was not how casual people behaved.

Before you could say anything, Lils, lets out a sound that’s muffled by her pacifier.

You let out a quiet laugh at that.

Drew gently pulled his hand away from your neck, the warmth of his touch fading as Lils reached out to grab his finger- the one with the gold ring he always wore. Her tiny hand curled around it with the kind of fascination only toddlers had, but her attention quickly drifted.

She reached for the chain bracelet on his wrist instead, the one he never took off. The one you gave him.

She tugged at it curiously, eyes wide with wonder.

“Hey- she likes it,” Drew says, his voice warm as his gaze flicked from you to his niece. That smile still playing on his lips.

“I wonder who picked it,” you tease, rocking Lils gently on your hip.

“Someone amazing,” he murmurs, low enough that it felt just for you, punctuated by a quick wink that somehow made your heart skip in the dumbest, most inconvenient way.

He said things like that; and each time, it made you wonder if it’s still casual.

Drew’s tongue poked out, resting on his lips for a beat as he stared down at yours. The look in his eyes said everything; Shit- he wants to kiss you so bad.

“…Stop that.”

You barely recognized your voice, rougher than you expected.

“Stop what?” he laughs, dropping his hand from your waist.

“Looking at me.” You try to play it off, but your pulse betrays you.

“‘Looking at you’?” He laughs again, “Where- where am I supposed to look then?”

“…no, I mean, stop looking at me like that.”

“…you’re confusing me, babe.”

The nickname slid off his tongue effortlessly, and it stirred something in you. Butterflies erupted, trapped somewhere between your chest and your stomach, without a doubt every single time he said it.

“…never mind,” you whisper.

Drew laughs, for the thousandth time.

Suddenly, a voice calls his name from across the crowd. You glance over, seeing two of his cousins standing together, probably wanting to talk to him. They waved over at you; eyes at your direction.

You turn back to Drew, but he’s still staring down at you, completely lost in the moment.

“Drew?”

“Mhm?” He hums absently; eyes still staring down at you.

“Your cousins- they want you.”

“…Mhm.”

Before you can say anything else, Lils tugs harshly on Drew’s bracelet, causing his hand to shift slightly. That’s when he snaps back to the present, the playful, seductive gleam returning to his eyes.

“…Let’s get out of here,” Drew says, a hint of something else laced in his words.

“What?” you ask, a little surprised.

“Yeah, you heard me. Let’s get out of here.”

“What? ‘Get out of here’?” you giggle nervously, trying to mask the pulse that suddenly races through you, though part of you already knows exactly what Drew means. “But I’m taking care of Lils- ”

“Not anymore.” Drew’s voice is calm, but his hands are quick, effortlessly lifting Lils out of your arms and into his hold without much work at all. “You’re not- not the babysitter,” he adds.

“Drew, this is your niece’s birthday party. You can’t just leave.”

“She’s two. You think- you think she’ll remember this shit?” Drew glances down at Lils, the innocent little face beaming up at him, then back at you, the smirk still teasing at his lips.

You give him a soft glare, but it barely registers as he begins making his way toward his sisters, Mackayla and Brooke, both in deep conversation with each other.

“Drew- stop,” you say, a soft giggle escaping your lips. You tug at his arm gently, trying to keep him in place. “The party’s almost over anyways. Just a few minutes, yeah?”

He slows down for just a second but doesn’t stop, his steps continuing with that same purposeful stride. He glances back at you, his lips still curled in that devilish smile.

“I- I don’t wanna wait.”

A heat rises to your neck as you fall silent, following him as he closes the distance to his sisters. Without hesitation, Drew interrupts their conversation, forcefully but gently placing his baby niece into Mackayla’s arms. Her mother instincts kick in immediately, holding Lils close to her.

“Here- take your kid,” Drew says, his tone that demanding, teasing way that siblings use when talking to each other.

“What-” Brooke glares at her brother with an exaggerated expression of disbelief. But then her eyes flicker to you, standing close to him, and her gaze softens as she shifts between you two.

You awkwardly stand on your feet under her scrutiny.

“Where are you guys going?” Mackayla rocks Lils in her arms, also looking at you.

“Showing y/n the house,” Drew says, his voice dropping low as his arm slides around your waist, guiding you away from them.

His sisters stare suspiciously at you two. Brooke already gave you a tour.

“Be right back,” Drew murmurs. He doesn’t wait for their response, tapping your waist to get you to move. Your feet follow his lead before you can think about it.

In seconds, you’re inside the house, the hum of the backyard party fading as the kitchen door clicks shut behind you. Drew’s presence envelops you, and you can’t ignore how close he really is, how the space between you seems to shrink.

“You’re showing me the house?” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you spin around, your sundress flowing with the movement.

Drew’s eyes land on your figure for just a moment, the smirk on his lips sharp, before they quickly flicker behind you, his attention drawn elsewhere.

“Alright- don’t- don’t do that near a window,” he mutters.

You laugh softly, out of shyness and amusement.

You follow him as he walks through the kitchen into the living room, purposely trailing behind.

It’s hard not to notice the way his eyes flicker around, scanning the space, his steps urgent and his back muscles flexing under his shirt.

When he starts walking up the stairs, you stop at the bottom.

Drew’s a few steps up before he realizes he doesn’t hear your footsteps following. He looks down at you, a mix of a smile and something resigned tugging at his features.

Without a second thought, he hurriedly walks back down, and grabs your wrist with a firm, almost commanding grip.

“What are you doing?” Drew asks, a chuckle escaping him as if he already knows the answer.

“What are you doing? Show me around,” you tease, mimicking his words from earlier.

“Babe, c'mon,” he groans, tugging your wrist.

“No, show me the living room or something,” you murmur, the corner of your lips lifting in amusement.

Drew stares into your eyes, his gaze intense, but surprisingly, he lets go.

You smile, before turning to point toward the pictures along the fireplace. The Starkey siblings’ childhood memories sit there, arranged like a timeline of their past. Brooke already introduced you to them, even showing you the entire family album. You’d seen Drew’s younger self, his bob haircut embarrassingly cute.

“Tell me about those- Drew!”

Before you can even finish your sentence, he lifts you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder. Your ass sticks in the air, and one of his hands comes up, flattening your dress back down.

He lets one hand stay there; caressing the back of your thighs, the other hand on your lower back to steady you in place.

“Drew, what if someone sees us?” You breathe out, as you realize he’s making his way upstairs.

His throaty laugh replies instead.

“Drew- put me down-“

He slaps your ass, rather roughly, the sound echoing for a brief second.

Your gasp follows after, and he laughs once more.

“What? Want me to do it again?” Drew teases.

And because your face is close to his ass, you hit on it; hands balling into fists as you attempt to frustrate him into putting you down.

You wiggle in the process; which just makes him hold you even tighter; not even flinching at your protests.

Your white ballet flats slip off, rolling down the stairs.

The familiar flooring of the second-floor hallway approaches, the sound of it under his heavy steps making it clear that you're getting closer to his room. The moment you hear his door click open, you give up, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

Without a word, he drops you onto his bed, your body bouncing slightly from the force, and you try to prop yourself up with your elbows.

Drew stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with that smirk of his, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hair is slightly messy, a few strands falling over his forehead, adding to the casual look that only seems to make him more irresistible.

The way he’s looking at you, though, is anything but casual.

“Comfortable?” he teases, his voice low and mischievous as he takes a step closer.

You giggle, and instinctively, your feet come up, pushing lightly against his stomach to keep him from coming any closer. “At least show me your room.”

Last time, at Drew’s childhood home, you remember Drew’s bedroom like it was yesterday. The basketball posters, his sports car bed frame, a small table, shelves filled with trophies and books, etc. It was the typical teenage boy’s room.

This, however, was a bit different. This was the summer house.

You scanned his room quickly, taking it all in.

It wasn’t as decorated as his childhood room, the interior different too. The white walls were bare in comparison, except for a couple of posters and a surfboard leaning against one side of the room. In the corner, a guitar rested. His table was cluttered with papers and a few random items, and on the wall, a small basketball hoop hung above his trashcan.

Your eyes don’t linger long because Drew grabs your legs, forcing them apart as he leans down, slowly pressing his weight on you.

“You play guitar?” You continue, as he signals for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You do; your dress shifting upward, riding up past your hips. Drew glances down at your panties; licking his lips as his hand covers the back of your neck.

“Shut up,”

he practically growls, his voice low and rough as it vibrates through the air.

Instead of feeling embarrassed or insulted, you let out a giggle, a flutter deep in your stomach, a rush of warmth flowing through you.

Casual, casual, casual.

His lips inches from yours, the tip of your noses brushing as he closes the distance.

He finally kisses you after being deprived of it all day; his tongue darting in without hesitation.

You gasp at his urgency, your arms naturally wrapping around his neck. One of his hands steady himself against the bed; the other sliding down further, from the back of your neck, lower, lower, lower, moving to your stomach.

The heat escalates as you explore each other’s mouths; licking, sucking, caressing, or whatever you would use to describe a passionate and lustful kiss.

Moaning into his mouth as he cups you over the pussy, your hips buckling instinctively against him.

You didn’t even know how wet you are from the make-out; until Drew chuckled into your mouth, his chest shaking against yours.

“Soaked, you are,” he murmurs, letting his lips drag along your jawline, before sucking on the skin just below your chin.

You whimper softly as his teeth sink in, head leaning back into the mattress.

He tugs down the waistband of your panties, lugging it just above your knees. At the same time, his lips trail to your cleavage, and he gives each side a quick peck. Your hands play with his hair now; messing, ruffling it just enough to see him smirk, clearly enjoying it.

Drew shifts; positioning himself so his face lies on your stomach, your legs now lazily dangling by his sides.

He plants kisses on your bare tummy; a hand kneading your breast, the other still resting on the bed.

He basically has you trapped under him.

Your back arches as his mouth goes from light brushes to aggressive savoring; tongue licking your skin, moving lower, lower, lower.

Until the tip of his tongue teases your sensitive nub. He teases it; slow and deliberately, earning your breathy gasps, your fingers tangling with his hair.

“Drew…” you whined, the throbbing of your pussy growing louder by the second.

“Mhm?”

Tongue flat against your folds, he licks a long stride of your arousal.

Your breath hitches, moans rippling out of you.

His laughter, all shaky and trembling, echos between your folds, his hot breath fanning the cold sensation.

However, just as you expect him to dive in, eat, clean up the crumbs, he tears himself away.

Your eyebrows knit together, your arms and legs dropping onto the bed.

Drew has that devilish, almost mocking smile on his face as he pushes himself off the bed. You don’t miss the glossy shimmer of saliva (or arousal?) dripping from the corner of his lips, the blue eyes of his taking in your position; your sprawled-out body and dress barely worn right.

You prop yourself up by your elbows; the strips of fabric flowing off your shoulders.

“You got something on your…”

You point to your own lips, before giggling, clasping your thighs back together.

The smirk on his lips remains, and he wipes it off with the back of his hand.

“Now get back here,” you whisper, eyes dropping to his crotch, seeing a very, very obvious outline of his erection.

Drew touches his back pocket, and his expression drops, the playfulness in his eyes quickly replaced with something unreadable.

“What?” you ask, your voice a mix of curiosity and concern, your gaze following his every move.

He pokes his tongue against his cheek; eyes darting around the room as he thinks.

And swear, you could see the exact second when it finally clicks through his mind.

“Don’t- don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs, his tone soft but firm as he walks out of the room.

As his footsteps fade away, it’s only then that you realize- he never closed the door.

…Idiot.

A small, frustrated laugh escapes you.

You can’t believe you didn’t notice earlier.

What if someone saw? Idiot, really.

You bite on your bottom lip as you waited, looking around his room. Oh, there’s even a CD player resting on the shelves, with booklets of of albums. Mostly old ones, worn at the edges, the artwork faded with time.

You hear footsteps again.

Sure enough, Drew’s back.

A light smile plays on his lips as he steps in- and then, casually, effortlessly, he rips open a small foil package.

“Close the door!” You whisper-yell.

He pauses, glances over his shoulder- then quickly shoves it shut. The force of it sends a loud thud echoing through the house.

Good thing everyone’s downstairs, outside.

You let out an excited laugh as you sit up slightly, spreading your legs to let Drew in.

“Where did you get that?” You ask, as he yanks his pants down, just enough to let his hard-on spring out. Your eyes flicker to his cock; already leaking his precum.

“Logan,” he murmurs, knees sinking into the mattress. “Lay down.”

You do as told; resting your elbows and letting your hands lay on your stomach. “What, he’s- he’s next door?”

“His suitcase,” he clarifies, a hint of frustration peeking through as his hands grip his cock, trying to wrap the plastic around it.

Wait-

It’s pink.

You fail to hold back your laugh, watching as obviously, it’s a different color, and it’s not his size.

“Fuck,” he groans, a smile tugging at his lips, whether from the situation or your laugh, you can’t tell.

But you just laugh harder, watching him struggle.

“Here- lemme help you- ” you murmured, sitting up and brushing his hands away, “- princess Sophia.”

You giggle at the name, biting your lip as you watch his reaction.

But the moment your gaze meets his, the air shifts.

His smile disappears like a switch flipped off, his jaw tightening. His blue eyes- dark, narrowed- lock onto you with a heat that’s no longer playful.

His hands fall to his sides as yours wrap around his length, gently tugging on the plastic, and adding a few strokes.

“Never,” he breathes out, obviously trying to hold out a moan at the way you touch him, “never say that again.”

You blink, still grinning, but your breath catches a little.

“Or what?” You press. You get the condom on him; tight and barely covering him, but it works, the translucent pink standing out from the corner of your eyes.

His hand comes up fast, covering your mouth. With one sharp push, he forces you back down onto the bed, your body hitting the sheets with a soft thud, your laughter muffled by his palm.

“Shut up,” he murmurs, licking his lips.

You sigh into the palm of his hand, letting your legs wrap around his waist, guiding him downward.

Then fuck me already, your eyes say.

Drew lets out a throaty laugh; hands leaving you to run through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes. “You’re killing me,” he comments, lifting your hips to angle your entrance with his dick.

You feel his tip drag along your drenched clit; smearing the wetness. You shudder, you head dropping back as he continues to glide his cock against your folds.

With a slow push, he sinks into you, nestled between your legs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Drew,” is all you manage to breathe out as he stretches your folds.

He groans at the way you say his name; gripping your hips as if it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto you.

Your walls tighten around his thick length; and his eyes flutter close at the feeling, pausing to savor it.

Reaching out, you let your hand overlap his, holding lazily.

Move already, your eyes say.

He smirks, and his hand catches yours in a firm, rough grip. He drives it down, pressing the palm of your hand flat against your own hip, now completely claimed beneath his touch.

Holding you, he pulls out, before pushing his cock back in. He makes sure to return fully in- making you soak in every bit of his length.

“Oh,“ you moan, your other hand clinging onto the sheets.

“Yeah? I haven’t even started,” he grunts, pulling out of you, before rolling his hips back in.

He’s knee-deep into the mattress, the bed sinking under his weight as he continues the same process over and over again.

Each thrust begins slow, drawn out- intentional, like a tease. He chuckles at the way you squirm underneath him; your mouth agape as your eyes fluttered up at him.

“Wait- wait,”

Drew breathes out, and his smirk widens, his eyes glued down at your stomach.

You follow his line of focus- and you see it.

A bulge peeking out with every snap of his hip.

You couldn’t help but giggle dumbly at that; your head falling back.

“Shit- that’s- fuck,”

Is all Drew manages to stumble out as he slides faster, rougher, sloppier into you, amused by your tummy bulge.

It’s happened before; he’s noticed this before; but he gets excited like a child getting a new toy, every time he sees it.

“Mhm, you- you like that?” You breathe out, your own body shivering with the way he’s hammering into you.

The slapping of skins develops into a sloppily rhythmic melody, paired with soft moans and low grunts, with occasional low chuckles. Your eyes focus on the way his bracelet dangles, the metals shining just briefly, adding to the liquid heat building in you.

He lets go of your hand; tracing the hard outline of your tummy.

“You- ” he starts to lean down, slowly letting his weight crash onto you. It allows his cock to sink deeper, nudging against your g-spot. You moan, loud and unfiltered into his ear as he presses a kiss on your cheek. “-you have no idea.”

Your arms wrap around his shoulder as his movements become jerky and messier, repeatedly attacking your g-spot.

To the point where your knot snaps, without warning, unexpected.

Maybe it was the sex, his words, or just him.

But it sends you over the edge, moaning his name, shivering as it flows through you.

Drew laughs, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, “oh, my baby,” he coos, giving the last few thrusts to chase his own high.

Your arms fall to the side; panting as his length still slammed into you, your body trembling beneath him.

His cock twitches, and- and he bites your shoulder.

It’s so random and unlike everything before; the pain and pleasure mixing in together as his cum spills into the condom, that you just lay there, breathing in his sweat, cologne, everything.

His teeth latched onto your skin, hard enough to leave a mark, definitely.

“Aw, fuck,” he mumbles, a low groan escaping.

He presses a hand into the mattress beside your head, lifting his weight off of you, but still close, hovering on top.

Drew’s blue eyes look down at you, lazy and satisfied, a corner of his lips twisted into a smirk. There’s a faint trail of saliva clinging to his mouth, catching the light.

“Ow,”

you whisper, delayed, breathy, but not really complaining. Your tired smile mirrors the haze in your eyes as your hand drifts up, fingers brushing the corner of his mouth.

You swipe the trail away gently, holding his face in your hands.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and the smirk curves into a full smile- the one that produces winkles at the corners of his eyes.

It’s the kind of smile that feels warm and dangerous all at once.

The kind of smile that settles under your skin before you even realize it.

The kind of smile that feels casual.

The kind of smile with no attachments.

“Your skin’s soft,” he compliments.

“But you didn’t need to bite me,” you shoot back, a soft giggle following after.

“Aw, but you like it,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to your shoulder.

You follow his gaze- and it’s there, red, indented, a blooming imprint of teeth.

That’s when it hits you; his family’s still downstairs, and your sundress isn’t going to cover this. Not even close. It’s not the kind of mark that fades in a few minutes either.

You turn your gaze back to him, eyes narrowing, your smile quickly replaced by a pout. “Drew,” you whisper, dragging his name out like a warning. “You bit me.”

“I did,” he says, completely unbothered, the pride in his voice unmistakable. He leans in and gives your lips a quick, smug little peck- before slowly pulling out of you.

He pushes himself off, the proximity gone.

“Drew, this is serious. How am I supposed to hide this?”

He takes care of the pink condom; wrapping it up and disposing it in the trash.

“It’ll fade in a few minutes,” he says with a lazy grin, adjusting his pants. His eyes trail over your wrecked form sprawled across the bed, and he licks his lips slowly.

Then leans back against the edge of the table, arms crossed, his muscles flexing, “you’ll be fine. You- you are fine.”

A few quiet seconds pass before Drew moves again.

He walks back to you, and handles you by the waist, pulling you to sit upright. You sway slightly, but he steadies you, letting your head lay on his chest.

His heartbeat hammers against your walls.

Casual, casual, casual.

He’s got tissues in his hands; and he wipes your pussy clean, gently taking care of you.

When he’s done, he fixes your attire; adjusting the straps back over your shoulders, sliding your underwear back on, smoothing the hem of your dress back to its place.

The bracelet and ring brushes against your skin ever so often.

Casual, casual, casual.

You study the side of his face; taking in the slight part of his glossed lips, the way his blue eyes stay locked on you. His hair is messy, a little damp with sweat. Your gaze trails over the tip of his nose, then down to the soft curve of a double chin that appears at this angle.

“It’s not so bad,” Drew murmurs, fingertips grazing the bite mark on your shoulder- the one your sundress strap barely manages to cover.

Casual, casual, casual.

“Let me do it to you, then it’s even."

“…do me then.” the double meaning doesn’t go unnoticed.

You’re laying on his chest, looking up, eyes locking for a split second before it crumbles- you break into laughter, unable to hold it in. He snorts, then laughs too, chest shaking beneath you.

Somewhere between the laughter, he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your eye.

Your gaze drifts around the room, and you’re remembering that this is his childhood room. The one he spent summers in. The surfboard propped in the corner, the guitar leaning against the wall, shelves cluttered with music and memories. It smells like him, like salt and dust and something warm you can’t name.

If you’re going to be here a little longer, you figure, you might as well make it count.

“You play guitar?” you ask again.

“Sometimes,” he murmurs. One hand comes up to the back of your neck, fingers curling gently, rubbing slow, lazy circles into your skin.

“‘Sometimes’? But I’ve never seen you play.”

He shrugs, “you never- you never asked to see me play.”

“…play it right now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Barely remember shit,” he mutters, and you see those sapphire orbs of his flicker to your lips, “…barely remember shit.”

You cock your head to the side, eyes beaming at him. Your hands slip under his shirt without warning, palms pressing against his stomach- warm skin, hard muscle, the faint trail beneath your fingertips. You start to massage gently, slow circles over his abs, coaxing.

You watch his jaw flex like he’s trying not to smile, but really, already folding.

“…okay,” he murmurs, giving in.

Your smile spreads as he walks over to the guitar propped against the wall. He picks it up with a quiet kind of care, fingers brushing off a thin layer of dust from the body. Then he walks back and sits beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The guitar rests comfortably in his hands, though it's clear it’s been a while. He strums a few hesitant chords- a little off, before reaching up to adjust the tuning pegs at the headstock, testing each string.

“You got a, a song in mind?” Drew asks once he finishes tuning, blue eyes flicking up to meet yours, searching.

You shift on the bed, lying on your side to face him, propping your head up with one hand, your palm cradling your cheek. “Thought you barely remember.”

He smirks, fingers hovering over the strings. “…just recommend one.”

You glance away, thinking. One comes to mind almost immediately- the one that’s been on loop lately.

“Shallow.”

He bites his lower lip, nodding slowly.

Yeah, he knows. He’s heard you humming it, caught it on the shared playlist, playing in your AirPods, playing in the car.

“Sing- sing the start again,” Drew purposely says.

You give him a shy smile, already feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks, but you do it anyway. You hum the beginning of the song, soft and unsure, the melody slipping from your lips a little uneven. The lyrics come out half-mumbled, half-forgotten, but you keep going, biting back a laugh as you stumble through them.

His eyes don’t leave your mouth.

Then, when you finish, he finally looks down at the guitar. His fingers move slowly, thoughtfully- and he begins to play the melody exactly as you sang it, mistakes and all.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch him, listen to the quiet chords filling the space between you.

“I’m falling... in all the good times…”

Drew sings the line without thinking, his voice low, a little rough, laced with that lazy drawl he always has when he’s not trying too hard. Somehow, that makes it worse. Or better. You’re not sure.

Your breath catches before you even realize it, and the playful smile you wore a second ago slips, just a little. Your eyes soften, doe-eyed and open, completely undone by something so small.

Casual, casual, casual.

But it’s not.

Not when he’s sitting this close, not when your heartbeat stutters just hearing his voice wrapped around a song that’s been sitting in your chest for weeks. Not when he’s still so unaware of the weight he’s tossing around with every offhand lyric.

Drew strums once more, half-heartedly, then stops just before Gaga’s next verse. Looks up at you, totally oblivious, grinning like nothing's changed.

“You like that?” he asks, lips tugging up at the corner.

Yeah. You do. Maybe more than you should.

“Not bad,” you manage to say. You hope he doesn’t see how flustered and completely gone you are right now.

“‘Not bad’?”

“Yeah. You- you got some parts wrong.”

He chuckles under his breath, “you sang it wrong though.”

“Blaming me now?”

“…maybe.”

It’s quiet for a moment, that perfect little stretch of tension hanging between you, before he says softly, “come here.”

You glance at him, confused for a second. “…I’m already here,” you say, laying on the bed next to him.

But then he gestures with a shift in his posture, opening his legs slightly. “No, I mean, come here.”

It clicks in your head, and you crawl, sitting in between his legs.

You lay your back against his chest, the warmth of him immediately surrounding you as the guitar nestles in front of you.

His arms come around you, and you melt, melt into him like butter. His hands move- one guiding yours to the fretboard, the other settling on the sound hole.

You feel his fingers slide over yours, teaching you the placement, Drew wrapped around you in the most natural, intimate way.

“You’re gonna teach me?” You murmur, your face inches from his, your nose grazing his jawline as you look up at him.

He hums in response, that soft sound vibrating against your back.

You can barely focus as he shows you how to strum, how to move your fingers, how to hold the chords.

Your brain’s fogged, lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded.

You’re not listening to the melody. Not really.

"You’re a natural," Drew whispers- and that’s when you realize he’s stopped, at the same spot, right before Lady Gaga’s verse.

“I am,” you whisper back, as he leans in and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You getting comfortable?”

“I am.” he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmur- and this time, you close the distance.

Your hands reach up, fingers threading through his hair, gentle and certain.

The guitar slips away somewhere between your bodies, forgotten on the bed.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer like instinct, like gravity.

You kiss him- slow, tender- and he kisses you back like he always does. Like he can’t help it. Like he physically can’t do it without you.

A few seconds, minutes, maybe even hours might’ve passed by the time you finally pull apart- both of you gasping, smiling giddily.

“You wanna head downstairs?” Drew asks, voice low, still breathless.

“Is it gone?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly, referring to the bite mark on your shoulder.

He shifts, his head cocking to the side as he stares at the spot. Your fingers lazily wrap around a soft strand of his shirt, as he squints, inspecting.

“Yeah.”

You turn your head, following his gaze.

It is gone.

So, reluctantly, you peel yourself off of him, standing slowly, hands smoothing over your dress.

Drew leaves the guitar on the bed, and then- he reaches for your hand.

No words, no glance- just his fingers brushing yours, finding them easily. And sure enough, your fingers interlock like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

He leads you out of his room, and as you walk beside him you glance at his face; neutral, unreadable.

Holding hands. Something very causal to do, apparently.

You trail a step behind him as you both descend the stairs, your eyes stuck on the place where your hands are joined. How could you not? The way his thumb brushes along your knuckle feels thoughtless, natural, nice.

“Shit- your shoes,”

Drew says suddenly, half-laughing.

You blink down and remembered how they slipped off on the stairs earlier.

He bends down slightly- still holding your hand, and grabs them. He places your shoes neatly in front of your feet so you can easily slide into them.

“Thank you,” you whisper, as you slip your feet into them.

Drew gives you a quick wink, a playful glint in his eyes, before continuing down the stairs.

Nearing the end, the distant hum of voices starts to grow louder; laughter, silverware, footsteps.

Thought everyone was outside?

It’s not coming from the living room, as the two of you checked.

However, just as Drew turns the corner, just as the noise becomes real, closer, and the world outside of the two of you floods back in-

He lets go.

Just… drops your hand.

Immediate, sharp.

When you look at him, he’s already a few steps ahead, like it never happened at all.

“What are you guys doing in here?” you hear Drew say.

You try to stop the frown forming at your lips, but it’s slowly sinking in. Quiet and slow, like an ache. Your hand- the one he had held- you rub it against your stomach, feeling the material. Like that’ll distract you. Like it’ll help.

You glance around the kitchen. His two siblings are moving through it like a well-rehearsed routine, grabbing plates, reaching into cabinets, passing things between each other.

Drew’s by the fridge now, grabbing a bottle of water. Or sparkling water. You don’t really know.

You don’t really care, actually.

“We’re cutting the cake now. Where’s y/n?” Brooke asks, glancing around the kitchen with a plate in her hand.

Drew leans back against the counter, then nods in your direction, chin tilted just slightly, and those blue eyes of his lock on yours.

Two almost identical pairs of eyes follow, putting you under a spotlight.

You force a smile, your legs moving on their own, carrying you forward.

“How’s the house tour?” Logan asks, and the second the words leave his mouth, you feel your ears burn.

Your eyes flick to Drew before you can stop yourself. His expression changes in an instant. Not dramatic, very subtle- his jaw tenses, lips pressed into a flat line, his entire body suddenly still as he leans against the counter. He stares at the back of Logan’s head with a look that could cut glass.

Brooke catches it too. She nudges Logan in the shoulder, a silent knock it off, passed between siblings like a second language.

“It was fine,” you say finally, pushing the words through a tight smile. You meet Logan’s teasing gaze with one of your own- friendly, distant, like you didn’t just come down the stairs with Drew’s warmth still clinging to your skin.

“Mhm,” is all Logan replies, but you catch the way his lips twitch at the corners. Logan grabs the plates in both hands, muttering something under his breath as he speeds out of the kitchen, escaping before another sibling can ‘attack’ him.

"Ignore him," Brooke assures, holding the silverware and knife in one hand, her other ready to grab the cake box.

“Here- let me." you immediately reach out to take the cake box from her.

“Oh- um, thanks,” Brooke smiles as your hands brush the blue handles of the cake.

As his siblings leave, Drew takes the box from you.

You look up at him. He’s staring down at you intently, his blue eyes searching yours as he holds the box by the handle.

“You okay?”

No, no, I’m not okay.

“Of course.”

He hums, and simply nods, accepting your answer without question.

You look away, your chest tight.

You walk out the house, the noise of his family sweeping over you as you blend into the crowd of Starkeys.

Drew steps out shortly after, and placing it on the long table, he undoes the cake box, revealing a big, cute cake decorated with colorful frosting.

You stand a few steps away, quietly observing, letting the warmth of the scene wash over you.

Drew laughs at something someone says, his eyes lighting up, his hands expertly lighting the candles on top. His mom is next to him, helping with the candles, a bright smile on her face. Makayla stands nearby, holding Lils in her arms, her husband leaning in to kiss her cheek.

They start singing Happy Birthday, and you can’t help but smile, the whole scene feeling like a snapshot of something genuine.

And while everyone sings to the little girl squirming in her mom’s arms, Drew’s eyes are glued to you.

He’s not looking at the candles.

Not at the cake.

Not at the birthday girl.

Just you.

There’s a slight smile on his lips, relaxed, familiar- and you can’t help but smile back, even as your heart kicks up in your chest.

Once the song is over, Makayla urges her daughter to blow out the candles. Clueless, Drew does it instead, a quick puff of air before the family applauds.

You stay off to the side, watching as they start cutting the cake, handing out slices on plates.

People move around you, but you just stand there, wondering;

Is it still casual?

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word count: 7.3k

࣪𖤐 a/n: longest fic i've ever written. also, I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT TF

also i finished new girl. i have a crush on nick miller

casual taglist: @maybankslover @rafeyswifey @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @amb3rsaurus @bananaminn @rafecamerons-national-anthem @milky321 @drewnationalgf @iraslore @ursogorgeous13 @jamimers @hockeybabe87 @jqtsblyth @virgochaos @wolvestitches @dontblamethedrunkcaller @esposamultifandom @starkeysfile @rlalliehayes @pillowprincess4him

elevator | other | more casual!drew

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x you #fiction #angst #fluff #smut

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valkyrieelysia18 · 2 months ago

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Jinmao Children Headcanon

Okay, so in terms of fan children, we seem to all agree that if Jinshi and Maomao have a son, he's gonna be a mini Maomao. Tiny, curious, energetic about his interests while being a tad more socially adjusted due to having a healthier and more openly affectionate environment than his mother did growing up. Probably love medicines and poisons just as much as his mama, I can also see him liking lizards and insects. Though given his focus on the mind, probably not the most physically capable.

But if they were to have a daughter? I'd say she'd be a mini Jinshi. Like, can you imagine the pretty genes this girl has on both sides of her family?! She'd be so beautiful her parents are going to have to beat off men with sticks and food poisonings (non-lethal, just enough so the idiots will get the point). I imagine whether older or younger, she'd be utterly exasperated by both her mother and brother's antics, probably dragging the later out of trouble. She'd also probably take after her father in that she's more of a jack of all trades rather than a specialist like her mother and the rest of the La Clan. Given her examples, she wouldn't consider herself that impressive only for the royal retainers to consider it a blessing in a disguise she was born a woman otherwise her capabilities would have made her a rival for the crown prince (Gyokuyou's son).

Omake: Family

To Maomao's utter dismay, her children utterly adore their biological maternal grandfather. Lakan is doting to the point of utter cringe, but he does adhere to the rules and standards Maomao sets in order to have a relationship with his grandchildren. If him and his son-in-law agree on one thing it's that no man is good enough for his granddaughter.

They also like their Uncle Lakan and Uncle Lakan's Brother (they consistently call him by his actual name, brings happy tears to the guy's eyes).

Luomen unfortunately passed away when they were very young, so they didn't really have a relationship with him though they hear about him with great respect.

Granny of Verdigris seems nonchalant compared to the to Three Princesses' doting, but she's happy in her great grandchildren if a tad disappointed that she can't pass the business on to them. She also passes away when they are very young.

Empress Gyokuyou loves it when Maomao brings the children when she visits. Her ladies in waiting are less than pleased at the chaos that is bound to follow with the children's antics. The boy always brings something interesting to play with or interesting ideas to imitate. The girl and Lingli act more like sisters than "cousins".

Ah Duo loves when they come to stay when their parents have to go on trips out of the city, enjoys taking them on "adventures."

In public, the emperor is a stern and authoritative "uncle." In private, it is very clear the man adores the children and loves being with them just as much as Grandpa Lakan.

#the apothecary diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #jinshi #maomao #lakan #jinmao #gyokuyou #lingli #lahan #granny knh #ah duo #apothecary diaries emperor

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c-monthecob · 1 month ago

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Ran Haitani Headcanons!

💤 Grew out his hair because Rindou told him he looked like their mother with it long.

💤 Wore glasses one time, and the other S62 made fun of him for it.

💤 People thought he was a little girl with his pigtails when he was younger.

💤 Started wearing different color uniforms after accidentally punching Rindou in the face during a brawl.

💤 Snores loud asf, like you can hear his ass from the halls.

💤 The kind of guy who will repeat your joke but louder and get all the praise.

💤 He hated recess. He'd throw a fit whenever the teachers tried to make him go out.

💤 Eventually, the teachers let him stay in and have nap time instead.

💤 Slept so much in class that teachers started to get concerned about his home life. (They reported him to CPS before)

💤 He and Koko go to the same hair salon. They go out for coffee afterward, too.

💤Gossips with his hairdresser and all the old ladies in the salon.

💤The women will show him pictures of their daughters and granddaughters, trying to set him up with them.

💤Shamelessly stands outside to watch the neighbors argue. He knows they won't say anything.

💤 All his food HAS to be cold. He says it cools his stomach down.

💤 Doesn't allow Rindou to sit on the couch after coming home from the gym because he smells musty

💤He wants to ask Baji for his haircare routine, but his pride won't let him.

💤Always nagging Rindou about his posture and frowning. "You'll get wrinkles and grow a hump"

💤Believed his life was over when he got a pimple. Rindou had a full face of ache and listened to him cry about it for twenty minutes.

💤Aging is his biggest enemy. He stresses over wrinkles and grey hairs like it's the end of the world.

💤 As an adult, he often regrets cutting his hair.

💤 Dyed his hair purple because it's supposed to make him 'look young'

💤 Refuses to sleep anywhere but his bed. He doesn't trust anything else.

💤 Has to sleep on a specific thread count or he will throw a bitch fit.

💤 Has a satin bed set and his name embroidered on his pillowcases.

💤 Washes his sheets twice a week, but blames the high water bill on Rindou.

💤He used to worry when Rindou wouldn't come home from drinking out, then he acquired the "He'll come back eventually" mentality.

💤In school, he'd pretend to sleep to listen in on conversations. "Oh, don't worry about him. He's sleeping." No, he's not. He'll relay everything to his brother right after class.

💤 Hates New Years. The fireworks keep him up all night.

💤 Only watches 3 specific asmrtists every night. He refuses to watch anyone else.

💤 He never eats in front of people. But he'll fuck up a plate when he's alone

💤 When he was a kid, he sent really low-quality photos to a modeling company.

💤He and Emma like to gossip while painting each other's nails.

💤In the final timeline, he made Hanma do a photo shoot for him. When Hanma wanted him to pay, he tried to smooth talk his way out of paying

💤Wakes up in a cold sweat constantly. He has no idea why. He just does.

💤The guards had to hold him down to cut his hair in juvie

💤He adores trad goths. Loves the spooky Victorian vibe they give

💤He was a Twilight fan back in the day. (Team Edward)

💤Loves mean-girl movies. Clueless, Heathers (1988), and Mean Girls

💤He has a one-sided beef with Tom Holland. Apparently, he "Knows what he did."

💤His parents got him glasses, but he refuses to keep them on because it's "Rindou's trademark."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers anime #ran haitani #ran headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #rindou haitani #sleepy head #hanma shuji

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amirasainz · 9 months ago

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Ooooh can you please do reader is Lewis daughter and she’s a big daddy’s girl and she has everyone wrapped around her finger, including the stoic Toto?

AHH! I had so much fun writing this. I love the idea of Lewis being a girl dad. I hope y'all enjoy reading this and send me some requests!

-XoXo

Daddy's little love

“Who is your favourite Disney Princess, Baby?” asked Anthony, Lewis’ dad, to his 4-year-old granddaughter. Cassie, who was busy getting her beautiful, long, curly hair done by her grandmother Linda, turned to Anthony with the biggest grin on her face.

“Tiana,” she proudly stated. “TIANA? Why’s that, hm?” he asked her, now sporting the same huge grin as the girl in the living room. “Because she is the prettiest of them all. And her prince is better than the other ones. OH, and their friends are so cool, because Ray is a firefly and his wife is a star. And their other friend, the crocodile, Louis, can play the trumpet. Oh, and Mama Odie makes the best gumbo in the whole wide world,” she answered, running towards Anthony.

The older Hamilton immediately picked her up, sitting little Cassie in front of him on the kitchen counter. “Ohh, is that so, young lady?” he jokingly asked her. “UHU,” she answered with a duh-tone. “Really?” “Uhu.” “Really.” Now the game between Cassie and her Poppy started.

Linda, who knew that this little game of theirs could go on for hours, called towards the young girl. “Cassie, honey, we still need to do your hair.” “But I don’t wanna, Loveyyyyy,” whined the 4-year-old. “Nuhu, don’t even look at me with those puppy eyes of yours,” she told her. However, Cassie tried to find a way out of the situation. “But why can’t Daddy do it for me?” she whined again. “You know why, Baby. Daddy can’t make those braids that you like,” Anthony answered, sensing the beginning of a little tantrum.

Both Anthony and Linda knew that Cassie hated getting her hair done. If the young Hamilton could, she would always have it open. However, with the hot weather and her playing the whole time with her cousins in the garden, everyone knew it was better to braid it back.

Before anyone could say anything else, a figure appeared in the doorway. “What’s that I’m hearing about Daddy?” asked Lewis, who was finally back home after the Mexican GP. He looked tired but happy. “DADDY!” squealed the young girl, immediately running towards her father with outstretched arms. Lewis, who knew his daughter better than himself, picked her up in his arms and held her close, releasing a sigh of relief now that he finally had his baby back in his arms. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile as she giggled like crazy while he kissed her cheeks repeatedly.

After a moment, he stopped and greeted her with the biggest smile ever. “Hello, my little love,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He could feel the stress of the race melting away as he held her.

Remembering the conversation he walked into, he carefully petted her hair and told her, “Go on, love. Let Lovey finish your hair, then we can go outside swimming.” Cassie pouted, her lower lip jutting out adorably. “But Daddy—” she began, her eyes wide with pleading. “Nuh-uh, Honey. Don’t even try it with me,” Lewis said, his tone gentle but firm. Cassie released the biggest sigh on earth before stomping towards her grandmother, her tiny feet making exaggerated thuds on the floor.

Thankfully, her older cousin Willow was also now in the living room, so the two cousins could play a game while Linda finished the two Dutch braids. Willow, always the patient one, smiled and pulled out a board game, setting it up on the coffee table. “Come on, Cassie, let’s play while Grandma finishes your hair,” she said, her voice soothing.

Lewis, who was watching the whole situation with an amused smile, turned towards his father and hugged him. “It’s good to have you back, boy,” Anthony whispered in his ear, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s good to be back, Dad,” Lewis answered while releasing the hug. He felt a wave of gratitude for his family, who always supported him no matter what.

After a moment, Lewis’s face turned serious, and he looked at his dad. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked. Anthony, sensing the gravity of the situation, turned his full attention to his son. With an encouraging nod, Lewis began.

“Dad, you know how important the Brazil Grand Prix is for me, right? This year, I was thinking of taking Cassie with me. This race isn’t just significant for me, but also for Mercedes. Plus, it’s my last year with the team,” he explained, his voice tinged with emotion.

Anthony took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. “Lewis, I understand how crucial this race is for you, but why do you feel the need to take Cassie with you?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Well, Dad, it’s going to be such a meaningful race for me, and I want my favorite person there with me. Besides, the team and the other drivers are always asking about her. And Gloria, you know, Cassie’s babysitter, will also be there. She can watch over her while I’m racing,” Lewis replied, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Anthony paused for a moment, considering his son’s words. “Okay, I think that’s a really sweet idea. And we both know how much Cassie loves traveling with her daddy,” he said with a warm smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I guess I just needed to hear from someone that my idea isn’t completely insane,” Lewis said, relief washing over his face.

“No, don’t worry about it. Now go tell the little princess the good news,” Anthony encouraged, giving his son a reassuring pat on the back.

After an uneventful flight and a good nights rest, the little trio entered the paddock the next morning. Cassie clutched her father’s hand tightly as they walked into the bustling paddock. The young girl, with her curly hair bouncing in the warm breeze, wore a bright purple cap that read "Daddy's little Champion". It was a sea of activity, with mechanics, engineers, and media personnel buzzing around. This was Cassie’s first time attending a race outside of Silverstone, and her wide eyes took in every detail with a mix of awe and excitement.

Lewis,, was a seasoned pro in this environment, but today he felt a bit different. He was not just a world-class driver; he was an overprotective dad. He kept a close eye on Cassie, making sure she stayed close and safe amidst the chaos. The media quickly noticed the duo, and cameras started flashing, capturing the tender moments between father and daughter.

Lewis’s smile was tight as he waved politely to the cameras, but inside, he was less than thrilled about the attention. He had always been protective of Cassie, and the thought of her being in the spotlight made him uneasy. He bent down to her level, his voice gentle but firm. “Stay close to me, okay, Cassie? There’s a lot going on here.”

Cassie nodded, her curly hair bouncing with the movement. “Okay, Daddy.”

Beside them, Gloria, the babysitter, walked with a calm demeanor. At around 50 years old, she had a reassuring presence that both Lewis and Cassie appreciated. Gloria had been with the family for a while and knew how to keep Cassie entertained and safe. She smiled at Cassie, holding out a small toy car. “Look, Cassie, it’s just like Daddy’s car!”

Cassie’s face lit up as she took the toy, momentarily distracted from the overwhelming environment. Lewis gave Gloria a grateful nod. “Thanks, Gloria. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Gloria chuckled softly. “Just doing my job, Lewis. You focus on the race; I’ll keep an eye on our little racer here.”

As they made their way through the paddock, more media attention followed. Lewis did his best to shield Cassie from the cameras, but it was clear that their presence was a big deal. He sighed inwardly, wishing for a bit more privacy for his daughter. But seeing Cassie’s excitement and knowing Gloria was there to help made it all worthwhile.

“Alright, Cassie,” Lewis said, lifting her up so she could see over the crowd. “Let’s go find a good spot to watch the race. It’s going to be an exciting day.”

Cassie giggled, her nervousness melting away as she felt the familiar comfort of her father’s arms. With Gloria by their side, they were ready to face the day, media attention and all.

As they walked to the Garage, Cassie's wide eyes took in the sight of the famous cars, the hustle of the crew and the vibrant colours of the team uniforms. Other drivers like Lando, Charles, George and Daniel, couldn't help but stop and admire the adorable little girl.

"Hey there, little champ!" Lando said, waving at her. "Are you going to cheer for your dad today?"

Cassie giggled and nodded. "He's the fastes!" she declared proudly, causing the drivers to melt at her sweetness. They all exchanged smiles, and for a moment, the competitive spirit of Formula 1 seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth of Cassie's innocent joy.

As Lewis, Cassie and Gloria approached the Mercedes garage, Lewis introduced Cassie to his team principal. Toto, the usually angry Austrian, was particularly taken with her. "Well, if it isn't the youngest member of our team!" he said, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "How would you like to be the team principal for the day?"

Cassie's eyes widened in amazement. "Really? I can be in charge?" she squealed, bouncing slightly in excitement. Lewis, who was busy talking to Bono, turned towards his daughter and reminded her again : "Cassie, inside voice, ok?" "Sorry Daddy" she apologised cutely, warming Lewis heart at the sight of her.

Toto brought her attention back to their conversation. “Absolutely! You can help make all the important decisions,” Toto replied, grinning. He handed her a small headset, and Cassie put it on, feeling like a true boss.

“Okay, Cassie,” Toto continued, “let’s make sure the drivers are ready. We need to keep an eye on them!”

Cassie nodded seriously, trying her best to mimic the serious expressions of the adults around her. As she sat on Toto’s lap, she observed the team preparing for the race, her little fingers tapping away on the radio as if she were giving commands.

“Driver 44, are you ready?” she said into the headset, mimicking what she had heard the engineers say. The team chuckled at her adorable seriousness, and Lewis turned to give her a thumbs-up from across the garage.

As the pre-race festivities continued, Cassie found herself surrounded by the other drivers, who were all charmed by her presence. Daniel knelt down in front of her. “So, what’s your strategy for today?” he asked playfully.

“I think Daddy should go really fast and win!” she replied, her face lighting up with confidence. The drivers laughed, and Daniel gave her a mock salute. “A solid plan, Commander Cassie!”

Soon, it was time for the drivers to head to the grid. Toto carefully lifted Cassie off his lap and placed her back on the ground. “Are you ready to watch your dad race?” he asked her.

“Yay! Go, Daddy!” she cheered, waving her arms enthusiastically. Lewis leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead before heading out to the grid. "I love you, my little love" he called back to her. "I love you more" she yelled. Turning towards his daughter, he said : "Impossible" before continuing his way. Their interaction gained laugher throughout the garage.

As the race began, Cassie was glued to the edge of her seat in the team hospitality area, her small hands gripping the railing as she watched the cars zoom past. With each lap, her excitement grew. “Go, Daddy! You can do it!” she shouted, her voice ringing out amidst the cheers of the crowd.

The race unfolded with thrilling intensity. Lewis battled fiercely against his competitors, maneuvering through tight corners and executing perfect overtakes. Cassie’s eyes were wide with awe as she watched her father, the adrenaline coursing through her tiny body with each lap.

During a particularly tense moment, where Lewis found himself in a tight spot battling for position, Cassie gasped and clutched the railing. “Come on, Daddy! You got this!” she yelled, her voice carrying over the noise of the engines.

Her encouragement seemed to resonate, as Lewis managed to pull off an incredible move, taking the lead. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Cassie jumped up and down, her laughter mingling with the roars of the fans.

“Look, Cassie! Your daddy’s in front!” Gloria said, smiling at her enthusiasm. She was having the time of her life, completely unaware of the high stakes of the race, so focused on her father’s performance.

As the race neared its conclusion, the tension was palpable. Lewis was vying for the victory, and Cassie could feel the excitement in the air. She leaned over the railing, her heart racing as the final laps approached. “You can do it, Daddy! Just go faster!” she shouted, her little fists clenched in determination.

When Lewis crossed the finish line, victorious once again, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Cassie squealed with delight, jumping up and down in sheer joy. “He did it! He won!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

After the race, Lewis hurried to the team area, where Cassie was waiting, her face glowing with pride. He scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around. “Did you see that, Cassie? We did it!” he exclaimed, his heart swelling with happiness.

“You were the best, Daddy! I knew you could win!” she said, her eyes shining with admiration.

As the celebrations continued, Cassie found herself the center of attention. The drivers gathered around her, congratulating Lewis and showering her with affection. “You’re an amazing little team principal, Cassie,” Charles said, ruffling her hair.

Cassie beamed, soaking in all the praise. “I told him to go fast!” she said proudly, and the drivers laughed, each one charmed by her innocence and enthusiasm.

As the sun began to set over Brazil, casting a warm glow over the paddock, Lewis took Cassie aside. “You know, today was special not just because we won, but because I got to share it with you,” he said softly.

“I had the best day, Daddy! Can we come to every race together?” she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

“Of course, sweet pea. Every race, if you want. You’ll always be my lucky charm,” Lewis replied, giving her a warm hug.

The day ended with fireworks illuminating the sky, and Cassie watched in awe, her heart full. She had stepped into a world of speed and excitement, and in doing so, had forged an unforgettable bond with her father. As they headed back to their hotel, Cassie rested her head on Lewis’s shoulder, dreaming of race tracks and fast cars, knowing that this was just the beginning of their adventures tog

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mbruben-stein · 5 months ago

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Being Damian Wayne's twin sister would include.

As the only girl and daughter in the Wayne family, you would likely have a unique bond with your father Bruce. He would be very protective of you but also push you to be strong, independent and reach your full potential like he does with his sons. You'd know that beneath his tough exterior, he has a special soft spot for his little girl.

You and your twin brother Damian would have an unbreakable bond, having gone through the same intense training in the League of Assassins as children. You understand each other in a way no one else can. Even when you argue, as siblings often do, there is a deep love and loyalty there. You always have each other's backs.

Alfred would absolutely dote on you, seeing you as the granddaughter he never had. He makes sure to prepare all your favorite meals and treats you like a princess. You in turn adore Alfred and love helping him around the manor, seeing him as family.

As the daughter of Bruce Wayne, you would face a lot of public scrutiny and expectations. You learn to navigate high society while also training hard to fight alongside your father and brothers. It's a lot of pressure that not everyone understands.

With your mother Talia, things would be complicated. Part of you would long for a mother's love and approval. But her cruel tactics would also repel you and make you determined to be a better person. You'd find a mother figure in the kind women in your father's circle instead.

Like Damian, you would initially struggle between your assassin training and your father's code. But in time, you would grow and decide to fight for justice over vengeance. Your father would be proud of you becoming a hero in your own right as part of the Bat Family.

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kotori-chama · 1 month ago

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Read right to left.

Small Lukloe family comic. Chloe doesn't put up with Audrey's shit when it comes to her daughter(she runs the hotel now).

Read under the cut if you wanna read about Medli's relationships with her grandmother and grandfather(not required reading though. You can really headcanon what you want)

Medli likes Audrey more than Andrea. She knows Audrey doesn't like her or her mommy and daddy and that that won't change so she doesn't worry about getting Audrey's approval like Chloe did and just brushes off her hostility. She just finds it funny. Andrea tries to butter her up with gifts but Medli just wonders if he'll abandon her like he did Chloe if she does something bad which depresses Andrea. To Medli she's okay with Audrey being a bitch because at least she knows what to expect from her. But Andrea she sees as fake and doesn't know if she can trust his actions as genuine(this is from Medli's point of view I personally don't think she would ever do anything extreme enough for Andrea to feel the need to turn his back on his granddaughter. I just want him to suffer a little for his shit parenting). This has caused strain with Luka and Andrea as well because a few times Medli has had nightmares where she's done something bad and Luka leaves her because of it.

Medli gets along great with Anarka, Jagged Stone, and Penny. She adores Juleka and loves Rose and Zoe too. And she sees Armand as her grandpa more than Andrea.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 9 months ago

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Dad Jace would totally let him daughter braid his hair and let her use him as her mannequin head (who else had one when they were kids?). He would be such a good girl dad

Request: Jace and reader's daughter who disturbs small council meeting by walking in and Rhaenyra is sweet to her and don't care of the disturbance. She would have been such a good grandmother

This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks (early august...), and since I have not posted in a moment, here's a little blurb until I finish other things. I don't usually write fics with children/babies in it, but now that I'm a godmother, I have material for content XD

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Unlike her father, Rhaenyra wanted Jacaerys to be prepared for when he’ll, one day, ascend the iron throne. She gave him a seat at her small council, at her side, and taught him how to rule the Seven Kingdoms. He was not given a title other than heir, but his presence was important to her and for the future — his future.

While the council was deep in discussion about ships and importation, the heavy doors of the small council chamber creaked open. Heads turned as little Alyssa, who had just turned four, burst into the room. Ignoring the gathered noblemen, the young princess darted straight to her father at the far end of the table.

Jacaerys immediately shifted his attention from Tyland Lanister to his daughter. He could feel that the noblemen at the table were irritated by the disruption, but he didn't care.

‘’How do I look, Daddy?’’ Alyssa asked, spinning in her new dress, her eyes full of excitement.

''Magnificent,'' he said, smiling lovingly at the little girl who looked just like him, except for her eyes. She had your eyes.

Alyssa beamed at the praise, her little heart swelling with joy. She then skipped over to Rhaenyra, her small hand reaching out to display the dress with pride. ‘’Look, Grandma!’’

Rhaenyra's eyes softened at her granddaughter, removing her Queen facade. ‘’That is a very beautiful dress, sweetheart. You look lovely.’’

Alyssa beamed and pointed proudly to the light blue dragon with silver wings embroidered on the dress. ‘’Mama made the dragon,’’ she explained.

‘’Speaking of Mama, where is she?’’ Jacaerys asked gently, hoping to get a response.

But Alyssa just shrugged, her small shoulders rising and falling. Without a word, she spun around and dashed out of the council chamber, her mischievous giggles echoing down the hallway.

This time, Jacaerys was hot on her heels. He couldn’t let her wander alone — she was far too young. She could get lost or find herself in dangerous places, like the kitchens or the White Sword tower. Or worse, she could also get taken by ill intentioned people.

His long strides quickly closed the distance between him and Alyssa. As he finally caught up with her, Jacaerys scooped the little princess up in one swift motion, causing Alyssa to squeal in surprise and delight as she wiggled in his arms.

‘’No getting away from me!’’ Jacaerys held her closely, feeling her small arms wrapping around his neck and clinging to him. ‘’Did you run away from the nursemaid again?’’ Alyssa stayed silent. ‘’You know you're not supposed to run off like that. Let’s go back to the playroom before they send a search party for you.’’

Alyssa remained quiet, but she nestled deeper into her father’s embrace. She adored you, but there was something special about the bond she shared with her father. Same for Jacaerys. She was his precious little princess, his firstborn.

As they entered the playroom, Jacaerys saw the nursemaid pacing around worriedly. The young princess's escapade had clearly caused a bit of panic.

‘’Princess!’’ the nursemaid sighed in relief, silently thanking the Sevens that she had returned safely.

‘’She's safe and sound,’’ Jacaerys said softly, gently rubbing Alyssa’s back. ‘’Just a little adventure, right, Alyssa?’’

The little girl finally lifted her head and nodded, her grip loosening slightly as she glanced at the nursemaid. ‘’I wanted to see Daddy.’’

Jacaerys kissed her cheek before setting her down. His sweet girl.

Behind the nursemaid, Lucerys was playing with little wooden dragons, handed down to him by his uncles. Jacaerys played with these same dragons when he was young, and so did his brother Lucerys, who his son was named after.

‘’You may leave us and take the rest of your day, Saphia. I will take care of the children.’’

The nursemaid nodded, bowing to Jacaerys before retiring herself. Later, when you returned to your chambers after spending the afternoon with ladies from court, you were surprised to see your husband sitting on the carpet with Lucerys and Alyssa, who was in the middle of making ‘braids’ in her father’s hair. It looked more like knots than braids, by the look on Jacaerys’ face. A smile curled on your lips and you joined them on the carpet, finishing the day with your little family.

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riesread · 9 months ago

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Full Name Frenzy

— pairing • dad!jude bellingham x mom!reader

— summary • You, Jude Bellingham’s fun-loving girlfriend, team up with his entire family to pull off a hilarious TikTok prank where you call him by his full name in front of everyone. The plan is perfect: everyone’s in on the joke, except Jude. His adorable daughter, Rosie, steals the show with her hilarious reaction, turning the prank into a memorable family moment filled with love and laughter.

— warnings • Fluff overload, light teasing, adorable family dynamics, and lots of banter.

— wanna talk or send request • to charlotte

It was a calm, sunny Sunday afternoon at the Bellingham family house—one of those rare lazy days when everyone could simply relax and enjoy each other's company. The smell of a home-cooked lunch lingered in the air as the house buzzed with light conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. It was a perfect family day, but for you, it was the perfect setup for a prank you had been planning for days.

As you sat on the living room couch with your boyfriend, Jude Bellingham, and your three-year-old daughter Rosie, you were practically giddy with excitement. The idea had started as a harmless joke when you stumbled upon a viral TikTok trend. It was simple: call your partner by their full name and capture their reaction. But knowing Jude’s playful personality and the fact that he was surrounded by his family—his parents Denise and Mark, and his younger brother Jobe—you couldn’t resist going all in.

It was about time to pull off the prank, but not without some help from Jude’s family.

The night before, after Jude had gone to bed, you had shared your plan with the rest of the family, gathering them in the kitchen for a secret discussion.

“So, I’ve got a prank in mind,” you whispered with a grin, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Jude wasn’t anywhere near. “And I need all of you to help me pull it off.”

Denise and Mark immediately perked up. Denise smiled warmly as she leaned against the counter, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Oh, I love a good prank. What are we doing?”

You explained the viral TikTok trend and how you planned to call Jude by his full name—Jude Victor William Bellingham—in front of everyone. The key to the prank was keeping a straight face and making Jude think he was in some serious trouble, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Mark chuckled, already seeing how Jude might react. “You know he’s going to be confused as hell. He never hears his full name unless it’s something serious.”

Denise nodded enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “And he hasn’t been called that since he was a little boy. I’m in.”

Jobe, who had been listening while casually scrolling through his phone, suddenly grinned. “Wait, you want us all to act like Jude’s in trouble? Oh, I’m so in for this. I’ll make it dramatic.”

You laughed, already imagining Jobe hamming it up and making Jude’s confusion even worse. “Exactly! He won’t know what hit him. I’m going to start it off casually, and then we’ll see where it goes from there.”

Denise giggled like a schoolgirl. “I can’t wait to see his face.”

“And don’t worry,” you added with a wink. “Rosie will have the final word. She’s going to unknowingly seal the deal.”

Mark laughed and nodded approvingly. “You’re using our granddaughter as the secret weapon. Smart move.”

The plan was set. You all knew your roles. Now, all you had to do was wait until tomorrow.

The next day, everything felt perfect. The family had gathered in the living room after a hearty lunch. Jude, unaware of what was coming, was lounging comfortably on the couch next to you, scrolling through Netflix and mindlessly suggesting shows to watch.

Your daughter, Rosie, was sitting on the floor, her tiny fingers wrapped around the plastic handles of her dolls as she hummed happily to herself. Jude’s parents, Denise and Mark, sat across the room in armchairs, chatting softly, while Jobe sprawled out on the other couch, pretending to be deep into his phone, but really waiting for his moment to strike.

You caught Denise’s eye from across the room, and she gave you a small, conspiratorial nod. It was time.

You leaned back against the cushions, acting as casual as you could, before dropping the bomb. “Jude Victor William Bellingham,” you said, your voice carrying just enough weight to suggest seriousness, but not too much to make it sound fake.

Jude’s body froze. He turned slowly to look at you, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Wait... what?” he said, blinking at you as if you had just said something in a foreign language.

You stared back at him, keeping your face completely neutral. “You heard me,” you said with a deadpan expression. “Jude Victor William Bellingham.”

The room fell silent. Denise lowered her cup of tea slowly, her eyes widening in what could only be described as mock concern. Mark raised an eyebrow from behind his newspaper, peeking over the top like he was waiting for some kind of explanation. Even Jobe, who had been doing his best to act oblivious, now sat up straighter, his mouth open in exaggerated shock.

“Bro,” Jobe muttered, shaking his head dramatically. “Not the full name. You’re in deep now.”

Jude looked around the room, his expression one of total confusion. “What the hell is going on? Why are you using my full name like that?”

Denise, ever the supportive mom, chimed in softly, her voice laced with concern. “Sweetheart, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jude exclaimed, laughing nervously, but still visibly unsettled by the sudden use of his full name. “Why is everyone acting like I’ve committed some crime?”

You tried your hardest to maintain your composure, but it was difficult. Jude’s face was a mix of disbelief, nervousness, and slight panic, like he was trying to figure out if there was some major mistake he didn’t remember making.

Jobe, of course, leaned into the drama, shaking his head slowly. “Nah, bro, when they drop your full name like that, it’s over. You’ve done something. Just admit it now and save yourself.”

Jude looked genuinely baffled now, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I haven’t done anything! I swear!”

You kept your serious expression, though inside you were practically bursting with laughter. “Jude Victor William Bellingham,” you repeated, drawing out each syllable for extra effect. “I can’t believe you don’t know what you’ve done.”

Jude threw his hands up in the air, looking helplessly around the room. “I’m telling you, I’ve got no idea! Mum, Dad, help me out here!”

Denise shrugged, her lips pressed together as if she were trying hard not to laugh. “I don’t know, Jude. She used your full name. You must have done something.”

At this point, Mark lowered his newspaper fully, folding it on his lap as he gave Jude a sympathetic look. “Son, full names are no joke. Maybe it’s time to come clean.”

Jude groaned, still laughing but now visibly confused and stressed. “But there’s nothing to come clean about! You’re all ganging up on me for no reason!”

That’s when Rosie, who had been mostly absorbed in her dolls, suddenly looked up. Her big brown eyes, wide and full of innocence, locked onto her father. She paused for a moment, processing the serious tone everyone had adopted, before deciding it was time for her input.

In the sweetest, most innocent voice, she pointed a tiny finger at Jude and said, “Oooooh, Dada, you’re in soooo much trouble.”

That was it. The room erupted into chaos. Jobe doubled over, clutching his stomach as he let out a loud laugh. Denise was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, while Mark chuckled deeply, unable to contain himself. You couldn’t hold it in any longer either, bursting into giggles as Rosie’s serious tone tipped everyone over the edge.

Jude, now laughing but still utterly bewildered, pulled Rosie into his lap, covering her face with kisses as she squealed with delight. “You little traitor!” he teased, tickling her until she shrieked with laughter. “Even you’re turning against me?”

Rosie wiggled in his arms, still giggling as she buried her face into his chest. “Dada in trouble!” she squeaked, clearly enjoying the attention and the fact that she had somehow been part of the big prank.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, finally catching your breath. “You should’ve seen your face, Jude. You looked like you were trying to figure out if you’d broken the law or something!”

Jude shook his head, though his smile was wide and affectionate. “I genuinely thought I’d forgotten something major, like our anniversary or Rosie’s birthday or—I don’t even know!” He laughed, running a hand through his hair again. “You got me good, I’ll give you that.”

Denise, still recovering from her laughter, smiled warmly at you. “That was brilliant, darling. You’ve officially outdone yourself.”

Mark nodded in agreement. “I’ve never seen Jude look so lost in my life. Well done.”

Jobe, who had been leaning back on the couch with a smug grin, chimed in. “I’ll give you points for execution, but honestly, Rosie’s line took it to a whole new level. That was gold.”

Rosie, still sitting in Jude’s lap, seemed to sense that she had become the star of the show. She smiled proudly, looking up at her father with wide eyes. “I got you, Dada,” she said softly, and Jude’s heart melted on the spot.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a big hug. “Yeah, you did, little one. You’re too smart for your own good.”

You couldn’t help but feel a swell of warmth in your chest as you watched the scene unfold. What had started as a lighthearted prank had turned into one of those perfect family moments—filled with love, laughter, and the kind of joy that only comes from being surrounded by the people who matter most.

Jude leaned back, cradling Rosie against his chest, and gave you a playful look. “You realize this means war, right? There’s no way I’m letting you get away with this.”

You raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Well, if you think you’re getting away with pranks this easily, you’re in for a surprise.”

Mark, who had returned to his newspaper, chuckled quietly. “Careful, son. She’s got Rosie on her side. You don’t stand a chance.”

Jobe snickered. “Yeah, man. You’re outnumbered.”

Denise, always the peacemaker, leaned forward and patted Jude’s knee. “Well, at least now you know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a prank. I’d say it builds character.”

Jude groaned dramatically but squeezed Rosie a little tighter, his playful eyes never leaving yours. “I guess this is what I get for falling in love with a prankster.”

You leaned in closer, your voice soft but teasing. “And don’t forget, I’ve got the ultimate prank partner right here.” You gestured toward Rosie, who had already snuggled into Jude’s chest, her tiny hand gripping his shirt as she started to doze off after all the excitement.

Jude smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Yeah, yeah. I guess if it’s you two, I can handle a little trouble.”

As the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the cozy living room, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple joys of family life. The prank had been a success, sure, but more than that, it was moments like these—filled with love, laughter, and the people you loved most—that made everything feel just right.

And as you snuggled up next to Jude, Rosie sound asleep in his arms, you knew that no matter what, these were the moments that would stick with you forever.

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