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[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Headcanons that can and will make up how I write the Marvelous Bats AU I’m trying to actually write

Everyone has a minor upgrade or addition on the powers they have. Eugene has his technokinesis, Pedro is physically stronger than Billy even though they have the same blessing, Darla is faster, Freddy has some minor telekinesis and is better at flying in practice, and Mary’s courage is infectious to the degree of getting people out of being scared frozen in an emergency and getting them to rescue themselves and have the bravery to help others along the way.

Billy and Mary are still twins, she’s adopted by the Bromfields and Billy is newly fostered by the Vasquez’s but they all work and spend time together as a family unit despite the separate home lives

Billy knows how to make portals anywhere with doors, the place just needs to have a door. (He has tried getting the Batcave that way but apparently the car doors of the Batmobile don’t count)

Yes all the Bats know the Marvels identity’s and vice versa, the rest of the League? Nope. Just think Batman mellowed out in his crusade to learn Caps identity

Yes Bruce wanted to adopt Billy, Billy said screw that and Jason pointed out how bad of an idea it would be to have a kid named Batson in the public eye of Gotham. “The Joker can and will try to make a bad joke out of the kid Bruce.” “Yeah Batman, you want me to die in a robin costume of all things?” Bruce just stayed silent for a moment and almost started crying (it’s was only a week later Jason took a good look at the kid and realized Billy is a mini him and Bruce probably didn’t like the Robin comment)

Damian, Darla, and Jon are the true kid hero trinity. Their mission? Chaos

Freddy just about passed out when he met Barbra, the super amazing Batgirl is the super cool lady behind the monitor that’s one of freaking Batman’s most essential teammates? Oh the feeling of finally seeing a super like himself

Tim met Billy and Mary’s parents through his own when he was little, the 3 of them had a very long discussion about cool archeology stuff for a good few hours

Because his hero form is his “full potential” and is very big Pedro asked Jason to help him get from how he is now to his hero form, seeing as his body type was closest. Now they work out together every Tuesday and Friday (school and vigilante work permitting) half of it is actually working out and the other is building Pedros confidence

Batman and Captain Marvel make a point to block and argue heavily against any other Marvel joining the League, Billy is the only one until the rest of the family does meet the age requirement they have. Billy does the heavy lifting expected of the actual Champion of Magic and his siblings enjoy the small town hero life and look out for Fawcett and the Rock when he’s off world, Mary is the defacto leader when he’s gone.

Like how every Bat has their designated Super and sometimes Wonder, they all have a Marvel they hang out with more than others. Mary and Dick hang out and bond over being the unfortunate voice of reason siblings, Darla is the childish influence making Damian act more his age and love doing it. Billy and Bruce are the respective “heads of the family” and Bruce checks in a lot on how Billy’s life is going with the occasional leadership tip thrown in to help with hero work. Jason tutors Pedro when they’re both visiting, if they cross paths on the job they’ll talk sports a lot. Freddy and Eugene talk a lot about strategy’s, games, gadgets, and superpowers with Barbra and Tim.

Tawny and Alfred are golfing buddies, they also build miniatures of flag ships together and talk about their weird family of supers over tea

Eugene has hacked the Bat-computer on multiple occasions, each time to make an edit to any files Bruce makes of the family, mostly something childish like adding “the amazing” or “the super awesome” before their hero names in the files. But one hack he did was into his contingency plans files, which nearly gave Bruce a heart attack thinking there was going to be another accident that would almost kill his friends.

The hack was the change of “Further research needed to figure out a strategy for neutralization, for now the best strategy is to trick or force them into using their trigger phrase to de-transform before incapacitating them” to “let their siblings deal with the situation”

The Justice League’s first introduction to Captain Marvel was during a “Superman is being affected by Red Kryptonite” situation. By the time they caught up to him in Fawcett their resident hero was helping the man up and panicking over how much he hurt him trying to wrestle the Kryptonite off him, they offered him a seat with them by the end of the week after satellite imaging showed that he led Superman into the air after he knocked down a building and delt with him without further damage and Superman’s account that he broke his arm and bruised multiple ribs trying to stop him. Billy was 9 at the time and only had his powers a few months at that time so he had no idea how much he needed to reel his strength in and was panicking too much to properly do so either way in that fight.

Damian was jealous that Billy got into the league so young and Bruce still won’t let him on despite his capabilities but realizes Billy only got so far because of a lie of omission and one event where he severely harmed Superman, he’d call his father an idiot if he hadn’t tried to keep an eye on such a worrying individual

The Vasquez’s know their kids visit the Wayne’s every other day, as do the Bromfields, but only Vic and Rosa know about the superhero part of it all. The Bromfields just think Mary is visiting a girl friend and having sleepovers every so often, they aren’t entirely wrong since she does hang out with Cass and Stephenie but they don’t need to know her whole superhero life. It’s framed as a mentorship so that their kids can do their best with the powers given to them with a healthy amount of encouragement in still being kids and attending school, it’s mostly just the two families spending time with eachother though.

Black Adam used to antagonize the Marvel Family but after a fight with Billy 1v1 he saw he was a child and stopped trying to actively kill him, he’s now their weird uncle figure who pops by to show them some fighting moves and try to tell Billy to stop being the champion until he’s older.

Black Adam is closer to the movie version solely for the purposes of expanding the family size, he looks like his classic comic self but has to shift in morals and backstory he had in the movie

The fight happened in a empty patch of dessert outside Khandaq when Billy was 11, no one on the League knows why they suddenly stopped fighting or why Cap officiated the guys wedding but their happy he figured something out so his city didn’t get torn up every month by their fights anymore.

The hero names and nicknames for the Marvel family are as follows

Billy Batson —> Captain Marvel (Cap, the Captain)

Mary Bromfield —> Mary Marvel (Mary)

Freddy Freeman —> Lieutenant Marvel (Lieu, Captain Marvel Jr. (by one annoying reporter))

Pedro Peña —> General Marvel (The jolly green giant, Greenie)

Eugene Choi —> Chief Marvel (Chief, Master Chief (self proclaimed, never used))

Darla Dudley —> Ms./Princess Marvel (Ms., Missy Marvel, Missy (Used for professional purposes) Princess (Used every other time as her choice of code name))

Adriana Tomaz —> Isis (/got the amulet of Isis as a wedding gift from Darla from the Rock, she didn’t know what it was but is happy she got cool powers with the rest of the family/)

Amon Tomaz —> Horus (/name changed from comics to coincide with the change in family dynamic between him and Adriana from siblings to parent/child/)

Theo —> Black Adam/Khem Adam

Shout out to @thefantasmarex for reminding me how much I love these two families together

[kryptonitejelly]

Hi lovely!! Can you please create a blurb about Aaron who absolutely loves the taste of the chap stick/lip balm reader uses, so he keep stealing kisses from reader. Only if you have time no worriess bestie also I love all your works, Thank you!!

A/N: This idea is SO cute bestie 🥰 thank you for sending it in. I really love this one and I had fun with this idea!!

Requests for blurbs are currently open here.

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It was one of those once-in-a-blue-moon type of weekends where everything lined up. You had both had slow Fridays at work, and your weekend had been strangely clear - no emails on your work phone, and no calls on his. 

It had started on Friday evening when you had both decided to head out for dinner, taking advantage of the Friday and Saturday which Jack was spending with Jess and his grandpa. 

Aaron Hotchner was, despite the steely exterior which he maintained at the BAU, a man that was equal parts affection and playful in his personal life. He would hold your hand when you were walking down the street, guide you through crowds with a hand firmly on the small of your back, have his knee against yours during dinners when you was sitting across from you, or a hand slung across the back of your chair when he was sitting beside you. 

His lips often found you when you were out in public, brushing across your knuckles, planting themselves against your temple, forehead or the top of your hair, meeting your cheek, and of course, stealing affection from your own lips. But what you had noticed, since Friday, was that the focus of his lips had been centred on yours, it started when you had kissed him hello outside the restaurant on Friday evening, continued throughout dinner, and followed on during your Saturday morning errands - not that it was a problem, but simply, out of character. 

So when he had kissed you on the lips, for the umpteenth time, and right after you had put your coffee cup down during a late lunch at the place you guys had finally gotten the chance to try, you found yourself cocking your head to a side, eyes narrowing in suspicion at him. 

“What is it Hotchner.” 

He meets your narrowed expression with surprise and raises a brow, yet while still managing to look innocently at you. 

“What is what Sweetheart?” His hand reaches across the table to grasp yours in a loose hold before you can snatch it up and cross it over your chest. 

“You know what,” you find yourself studying his expression, “the kisses, Hotchner.”

Realisation clicks into his features, rearranging them into an expression of understanding, and you watch as he bites back a chuckle, managing to don an expression that is half sheepish and half mischief as he tugs you towards him, easily pulling the side of your arm against him as you slide across the bench of the circular booth you are in. 

“Can’t I kiss my wife?” He states as he leans forward, a quick peck to your lips. 

“Thats not what I’m saying.” 

“Then what you saying counsellor.” He jabs at your day job in jest, a grin slipping onto his face. 

“What I’m saying Agent,” you emphasise, returning the favour, “is that a disproportionate number of the kisses, if not all, have been directed to my lips, and this court, Sir, wants to know why.” You follow up, teasing with your choice of words.    “Permission to approach to bench?” He breathes out, tone playful, still jesting, his face inches from yours.

“I’ll allow it.” You feel his hands drop from your shoulders, to circle your waist, palm dropping to rest casually on the curve of your hip. 

“It’s your new chap stick,” he admits, against your lips as he goes in for another kiss, “I love how it tastes.” 

“You know I can just give you a chapstick of the same flavour.” You respond. His admission makes you roll your eyes.

“It won’t taste the same if its not on you.” His fingertips skim down, across the hem of your skirt, squeezing your thigh before he pulls away. “But of course, if other parts of you are feeling neglected, all you had to do was ask.” 

He smirks, throwing a wink at you before following up by pressing a kiss on the side of your jaw, the skin of your neck, and ending on the exposed skin of your collarbone. 

[bakuvantea]

HEY BESTIE I HOPE YOUR HAVING AN AMAZING DAY

CAN I GET SOME GENERAL HEADCANONS WITH SUNG JIN-WOO WITH A FEMALE S/O

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE BUT REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

>:)

general relationship headcanons of sung jin-woo with his beloved s/o

- warnings: none! just a tad bit of nsfw implications

- audience: I made this gender neutral, i do hope that’s okay!!

- a/n: hello >:) anonnn (may i call u that? lmao-) here’s your request love!! thank you for your kind words <33 stay heathy, stay hydrated, and always rest up okay? hope you have an amazing day ahead too!!

also idk who jacob is-

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: pre-awakened jin-woo (before entering the carthenon temple)

> he was always cautious, he didn't want [you] to hear the whispers going around about how you could've chosen someone better, about how you could've loved someone that was not him. thus, he was very shy and timid, always on edge when he feels the piercing stares from his batchmates -most especially when you try to initiate physical contact with him in your school or in public, you'd see him uncomfortable and so you'd immediately stop (because you respect him, ily). behind closed doors though he would always go above and beyond in pleasing you and making you feel loved, although he always doubts himself so you always make sure to give him praises and assure him that he is the one you love (not that jerk jacob from the class next door).

> he always wears spare hair ties or hair pins around his wrists in case you forget or lose yours. in fact when its weekends -and when he's not out infiltrating dungeons and positively offering his life on a silver platter- he always tries to study new hairdos and hairstyles so he can have more variations and choices when he ties or pins your hair for you. he'd always kiss the top of your head after and you'd feel his smile as he nuzzles your hair, smelling your shampoo. since his hair is also long, you'd also return the favor and tie his hair for him. his favorite would have to be the classic apple look with a pointy lock of hair erect in the middle -he really looks like a shih tzu, adorable-

> he.blushes.so.easily !!! he is very weak to praises and your lil kisses that pepper his face. you can see him glow and you even see his smile evidently becoming wider despite him shying away from you, looking downwards to avoid your loving gaze.

> he may be sht but he is also very playful towards you, teasing you and throwing pillows at you when you’re in his room, what a baby.

> often during dates he'd always need to leave early because he really needs to earn money and g to the dungeons. although you try to offer him some of your savings or your help during the dungeon raids, he'd always reject your offer, thinking of how it may burden you or the dungeon raids may possibly hurt you. you don't listen to him though, you give some of your savings to his sister when you cross paths in your school, and you'd always register after him in raids or call up someone you know to have you join in.

"(name) why are you here?!"

"angel face, i can handle myself just fine. it's my choice to help you and whether you like it or not, i've also been called for this raid. come love, we're going in."

> you'd always take his blue hoodie and wear it. he gets so shy when you smell it.

he gets frantic when you take his hoodie and start sniffing it, exclaiming; "stop! i smell weird."

you raise an eyebrow at him, "woo, you smell fine. i like it."

he tries to stutter a remark but was silenced by your smile.

> you always try to visit his mother with him and his sister, jinah. you always talk to their mother out loud and you'd see jinah smile gently at you and jin-woo trying to stop sniffles from escaping his lips by biting them and covering his face with his hoodie.

jinah: u simp

jin-woo: shut it

> he loved cuddles! but he really likes kissing your cheeks. he loves how soft they are and he loves feeling your cheeks move when you smile or laugh at his cute antics.

> he loves you so so dear

: post-awakened jin-woo (after the events of the carthenon temple)

> oh, dear it's the monarch-

> you weren't with him when he raided the "d-rank" dungeon that then turned out to be,, well pretty much a bloodbath, so you were very worried when you heard word of the news. you and jinah basically ran to the hospital and when you caught sight of him you almost fell down from relief and pure shock in seeing the state he's in. well, not long after though suddenly he's all buff and you were really trying to make sense of what's happening.

you: hello there good sir, what in the name of fck are you doing in my boyfriend’s room all sweaty and half-naked😀

jin-woo: (name) it’s me

you: haha yes, sir ‘it’s me’ that’s a pretty weird name but i don't judge, anyways my baby boy is not here uhm haha please get out of my boyfriend’s room

jin-woo: (name) it’s really me!

you: no sir, my woo radiates baby energy, you on the other hand radiates big dilf energy, haha i do not like what i am sensing so please for the life of me leave-

(jinah had to convince you that it is indeed jin-woo, you had her stop you from trying to hold his tiddies)

> you were very happy in seeing how confident he’s become, and you were even more proud with how he still says so humble despite his new accomplishments and title.

> it was obvious that he has become distant with others and have set a boundary between him and other hunters, you accept that part of him though since you know just how much he has gone through. he may act aloof towards others but he’s still very playful and comfortable with you.

> you have also noticed another thing though, he has become a bit possessive or much protective over you and jinah. he’d always have you bring a shadow with you to guard you when he can’t be with you. also, when someone stares at you for far too long, he’d step in and go, “hey there pal” and oh gosh was that enough to get the guy running (pretty damn hot)

> you still visit his mom with him, he doesn’t cry now though.

> when he trains, you’d insist on lying down below him when he does push-ups. you’d kiss him every time he swoops down and you’d hear him laugh which then makes you giggle as you hold his cheeks between your hands

> jinah is sick of the two you, always screaming about how on earth did her brother get an s/o before her, the audacity!

> his shadows adore you, of they’d always try to impress you or get head pats when you tell jin-woo to summon them for you. you live them to bits and always thanks them for a job well done in helping jin-woo with his raids. on the first time you accompanied him for a raid -you had to bribe him with more cuddles- and you were shocked with how his sweet adorable shadows turned a full 180, becoming ruthless towards the enemies. quite a show you’d say. after though, they’re back to flocking over you, even dismissing jin-woo lmao

jin-woo, watching you give each shadows head pats: i hate it here

you: get in line then

> it may be due to his newly acquired talents and his current mental and physical prowess but he has become more perceptive towards you. he can always read you and know just what your mood is and he always tries to make you feel better by giving his whole attention to you.

> of but of course, since dear jin-woo has become quite the looker, you also notice how girls flock over to him. and especially miss hae-in (she’s very sweet yes, but hey that’s your man so like—). the moment you discovered that she left her guild to join jin-woo’s, and then confessed (well basically she did) to your man, well you were upset but really who could blame her? instead of taking your frustrations out on her and your boyfriend, you decided to just talk it out with jin-woo and ask him about how it went. the two of you cleared it out and you got kisses and maybe even more after that ;))

> you and jin-ho are menaces to society when you are together, he hates how endearing and annoying you two can be. i mean, does he really hate it? nope, he absolutely loves seeing you two interact, although his head always throbs when you two start screaming to britney, gaga, and doja.

> a tease, he has become the master of being a tease, you hate it and love it at the same time. he’d trail kisses down your neck to your thighs and leave some marks then he’d suddenly walk away while asking you what take-out you want. rude, that’s what he is. ofc he always finished what he starts tho oop-

> he always randomly bites you now, you don’t know why but it’s really cute when he starts nibbling so you let him be.

> so extra when he tells you that he loves you. he professes it in such weird but adorable ways. one time he had printed out ‘i love you so much’ on a big-ass tarpaulin and had his shadows hold it for him while he’s kneeling down smoldering at you. you hate him so much (you don’t-). or that one time he bought a bouquet basket and had a ring tied to one of the flowers, you had to take the bouquet apart since the damn ring fell to the very bottom.

> sometimes when he gets back to the agency after his dungeon raids you and jin-ho would see him all grumpy and you immediately know that either he wasn’t able to make the enemy his soldier or his coat got ruined.

jin-woo: *sad noises*

jin-ho: that’s okay, you can kill and slaughter the others and take their souls next time

you: jin-ho couldn’t you have worded that better-

over-all, he’s the bestest boyfriend, such a sweet and handsome pretty boy much strong and reliable we love him<333

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- a/n: i can add more to this if you’d like!! just hit me up again lmao it’s too long now so-

[0risha]

Hii! I love both your writing but also your vibes too!<3

May I request a timestamp with a gnreader and baji with the song "in your arms" by Sunbeam Sound Machine at midnight? (fluff if it's possible)

Also thank u so much for accepting my request, have a good day/night and take care!<33

「 1:40 PM + IN YOUR ARMS 」

tags... canon divergence (baji is alive and well yawl) fluff, two besties who are dumb and in love, gender neutral reader, slight spoilers??

note... hey love thank you for your kind words and ofc thank you for requesting!! you didn't specify a time so I just made one from the top of my head!! I hope you like <33

he'd shown up at your doorstep with a neatly pressed suit in his hand and a fanged smile.

"i'm here to get ready for pah's wedding." he'd stated matter-of-factly before stepping through your door without a care in the world. you followed behind with little to no protest — nothing could ever become between baji and his stubbornness.

and now he's staring daggers into your soul as you drape a navy blue tie around his neck. he smells different, like sweet-smelling soap — it's nothing like his usual fresh, clean scent of pine.

you shake your head, choosing to focus on the task beforehand: cross the wide part of the tie over the narrow head, turn the wide—

"you're doing it wrong." he mutters lowly, but he's so close that you can almost feel his voice deep in your chest.

his hand brushes past yours (you ignore the skip of your heart) and takes a hold of the far end. before you can blink, he's centering the knot on his chest with an accomplished smile.

you squint then frown. his smile widens even more. "why'd you ask me to help if you already knew how to tie your own damn tie?" you throw your hands up exasperatedly then scurry away to check the clock.

twenty minutes left.

"kei, how do i look?" you question, voice hopeful as you straighten your back and flatten the front of your attire. you pause when you meet his eyes. he's looking at you through his lashes and you hate how your face floods with heat.

"you look great." he steps forward, slinking an arm around your waist as he interlocks your gaze with his. his long hair tickles the apple of your cheeks.

you suck in a breath, not having the heart to turn away and break your 'stare-off'. you're hyper aware of the heat that seems to seep from his body into your shirt as he adds on, "more than great."

"thank you, kei." not sure what to do with your hands, you decide to fiddle with his tie. you hope he can't hear the erratic thumps of your heart. "you look good too."

it looks like he's about to say something in response but the ring of his phone cuts him off. you both part —now snapped back into reality.

"can you get that for me?" he points to his phone on your nightstand, refusing to meet your eyes.

"sure." you cough before reaching for his phone and sliding accept. chifuyu. you don't know whether to be annoyed or glad that he'd unconsciously ruined the 'moment' between you both.

placing a hand on your hip, you put the phone on speaker. "hello? fuyu, are you—"

"did you ask (name) to be your date yet?" you turn to baji with raised eyebrows. you would've taken the idea of being his date as a normal thing if it wasn't for the scarlet color on the apple of his cheeks.

"no, he didn't." the line goes silent.

"oh, well then... baji, uhm, if you can hear me i'm– i'm... deeply sorry." the line cuts before any further words can be exchanged.

"well..." baji rubs his neck with a bashful look, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

you bite down on your bottom lip while your mind toys with your next words. "is the offer still standing?"

"huh?" his eyes go wide.

you ignore the small voices of skepticism and worry, only choosing to amplify ones of courage. "is the offer to be your date still standing."

he straightens his back, a look of fondness painting his features. "yes, yes it is."

you smile so wide, it almost hurts. "okay, let's go."

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[inimoo]

Operation Eradicate the Homoerotic Energy Between our Dads

based off of @avalynok's tiktok

charlie emily is alive and well but her twin brother sammy unfortunately got nerfed in her place so too bad for him

michael and charlie are absolute besties

michael is absolutely mortified by the nicknames william has for henry

Summary: Michael overhears his father calling Uncle Henry 'babygirl' and is mortified to a point where he enlists the help of his best friend Charlie to attempt to eradicate all forms of sexually charged tension between their dads.

In hindsight, they probably should've just let them makeout.

Chapter 1 - The Phone Call Chapter 2 - Sam, Henry, Clara, and William Chapter 3 - Aunt Jen's Letters Chapter 4 - Caught in the Act Chapter 5 - Graduation Chapter 6 - Planes and Cars Chapter 7 - Wrinkled Polaroids Chapter 8 - "I'll have your babies Charlie. Platonically." Chapter 9 - A Tree Room Chapter 10 - Blueprints from 1968 Chapter 11 - Samantha Adeline Rogers

It starts with a phone call.

Nobody really calls the home phone - her dad’s work phone on the other hand is constantly bombarded with hundreds of calls every week to the point where even staying in the office for more than an hour would drive her crazy. But the home phone? It’s a rare sighting.

Charlie’s sitting at the dinner table, her legs propped up onto the wooden table, her math textbook about maybe two inches away from her face as she put all her dedication into not failing the final math test of the year. She was a good student - and she had to beat Michael (who, for someone who claimed he didn’t care for school at all, was surprisingly good at math). Unfortunately, she sucks at math which just makes her desire to get a good grade more intense.

Her concentration was cut off by the sudden ring like a knife and she almost flinched at the sound after being enveloped in silence for the better part of two hours. Her dad was at the pizzeria and had (for the first time in what felt like forever) let her stay at home unattended. Charlie looks up with a sigh and swings her feet off the table one at a time before se

tting the book down upside down and making her way to the blaring telephone.

‘Seriously, why is this thing so loud?’

She picks it up and lays it against her ear and shoulder. “Hello?”

“Charlie, I need to tell you something!” The voice is a hundred times louder than the infernal ringing; she winces and holds the phone away from her poor ear. “Woah, woah, woah, why are you yelling?”

It’s Michael. He’s always yelling.

“Sorry.” he apologizes quickly, he doesn’t sound like he means it though. “But listen listen listen - Babygirl.”

“You are not calling me babygirl.” she states, honestly a bit offended at the proposition as she leans against the flower-patterned wallpaper of her living room. “If you’re flirting with me you suck ass at it.”

“No I’m not flirting with you! He’s calling your dad babygirl!”

Her nose scrunches up. “What? Who’s calling my dad baby girl?” She doesn’t really want to know who’s flirting with her dad by calling him babygirl of all things but she’s also quite nosy when it comes to anyone’s love life.

“My dad!” Michael exclaims and she can almost hear him waving his arms around to emphasize the point even though they couldn’t see each other.

“No he’s not!” Charlie says in an attempt to defend the two. She crosses his arms and brushes her brown hair out of her face with her fingers. Michael tries to deny her defence but she cuts him off. “No he’s not! He calls him darling , at least he’s respectable.”

“I’m telling you Charlie they’re going to start making out one day if we don’t do something about it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, it’s not like they’re in love with each other. They just have a bit of an… intimate friendship. She’s lying, she doesn’t even believe herself. “Plus, your dad’s still sad about your mom.”

“Yeah but it's been 8 years since she died and mother never cared about him and Uncle Henry. She thought it was funny! ” On the other side of the line, Michael's mouth twists and shakes his head. “You need to help me Charlie, it'd be so embarrassing if you were my sister.”

“Hey!” she says with a hand to her heart as she frowns, “I would be a great sister.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“How can I be friends with someone who thinks so lowly of me.”

“If you were my sister then we won’t be able to carry out our plan of faking a marriage when we’re older if we’re both single.” Michael says simply, reminding her of the scheme the two of them made at the bright age of six years old. If she was being honest Michael was much more worried about being single than she was but then again, if she was going to marry someone her best bet was him. The other boys she knew were… an interesting bunch.

“Right.” Charlie sighs, “But they won’t fall in love. Your dad’s not like tha- Wait!” she gasps as a thought suddenly strikes her, “Your friends told me yesterday that your dad was hot.”

Michael groans when she mentions them. “Please don’t remind me.”

“Oh come on it can’t be that bad.” Charlie laughs.

He audibly rolls his eyes. “God I wish it wasn’t that bad.”

“My friends came over for like, ten minutes. Nothing too bad, right? No! Because father’s at home and he’s making lunch and when they saw him-” She hears him gag on the other side of the line. “They started to act all nice - which, one: that’s a total act. And then they start talking to him and she starts talking to them and I leave for two seconds and then a minute later they come into my room and tell me that Father’s smoking hot’.”

Charlie scoffs the ghost of a laugh. Then she cackles into the phone with the force of a live audience reacting to Jerry Seinfeld’s best performance. Michael tells her to shut up.

“It really isn’t that funny.” he says with a tired voice as her laughter turns into small giggles that she covers with her hand.

“No, it's actually hilarious.”

“You weren’t there - they kept asking me how old he was like they were even allowed to look at him like that.”

“I’m truly sorry for you.” Charlie lies.

“I hate you.”

“Don’t talk to your future wife like that.” she says.

“Possible future wife.” he corrects her like it would change her behaviour. “We have until we’re thirty.”

“Yeah and you’re so undesirable that it’s unfortunately the destiny I’m fated to.” she tells him.

Michael gasps in indignation and she’s sent into another laughing fit. “I’m plenty desirable excuse you.”“No you’re not.” Charlie says like it’s the most obvious thing on Earth. “You’re demon spawn - I feel bad for your future girlfriend.”

“That’s literally you!” He sounds like a fifth grader that got rejected by their crush which only makes her desire to tease him stronger.

“I’m your future wife Michael,” Charlie twirls the cord around her finger absentmindedly as she grinned. “Not your girlfriend.”

“If we need to get married then we need to fake date too.” Michael tells her, suddenly quite a bit serious. He always put a lot of thought into their plan that they made on one particularly boring day on the playground in first grade recess. “People would get suspicious if we just decided to elope randomly.”

“Plenty of people do that.”

“No they don’t.” Michael denied, crossing his arms as his brows scrunched. “Name one person.”

“Mr and Mrs. Willowheimer.” Charlie answers simply.

“Care to enlighten me on who the hell they are?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “You would know if you actually paid attention to the visitors at the pizzeria.”

“Are you telling me you actually listen to whoever comes to that place?”

“This is why I’m a better employee than you.” Charlie says.

“Literally shut the fuck up.” he laughs into the phone and she laughs back at the sound. He has a nice laugh, it’s smooth and higher than his normal voice. There’s no rasp though unlike his dad’s which she likes. His dad’s was a little unsettling. She liked Michael’s though.

“I’m coming over.” he informs her when he calms down enough to speak again but the hint of a snicker pulled at the edge of the sentence.

“Oh yeah?” she chuckles. “I’m home alone. Dad’s not here.”

“Really?” he asks, his voice low and mysterious and she has to fight back enough fit of hysterics.

They do this every time the other’s alone. They’ve acted it out since the moment they were deemed old enough to watch the movie their dads would watch late at night when their kids were sleeping. Obviously it wasn’t anything explicit, but to two thirteen-year-olds, reenacting suggestive TV-14 voice lines was the height of all comedy. To Charlie and Michael at the age of seventeen, it was still fucking hilarious.

“Yeah.” she says into the phone, her voice rising an octave higher and going soft, her eyebrows wiggle. “You can even come into my room.”

“Uh-huh?” he breathes, “And then what?”

“You can find out if you’re so curious.”

There’s a silence between the two of them for a grand total of five seconds before they both burst into laughter for what was probably the third time in the entirety of their 6-minute conversation. Her breath was running away from her and it was getting harder to get back, her lungs squeezed as she leaned against the war sliding down until the cord forced her to get up again.

“Okay I’m gonna come over now.” Michael tells her after a moment.

“Want me to time you?” she offers.

“Obviously.” he replies in an instant. “What’s my high-score?”

“45 seconds.” Charlie answers, “I’ll bet five dollars that you won’t beat it this time.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I’m a woman of my word Mike.”

“Then I’ll be on my way to get my five dollars.”

She snorts, “I’d like to see you try.”

Charlie’s quite sad to see her five dollars go but he promises to take her to the arcade so it balances out quite nicely.

-

The pizzeria is always full and it drives Michael crazy. Because he works there and his dad’s one of the owners, everyone expects him to be a pro at everything to do with the place. He isn’t. In fact, he’s quite the opposite and hates the job with his entire soul and being. There isn’t one thing he despises more than working with tiny screaming children and annoying parents. Really, the only reason that he works there is that his father probably wouldn’t let him quit if he tried and he could share his suffering with Charlie.

Charlie loves the job and is a much better employee than him (he always denies it but he knows its true). It goes hand in hand with her strange and deep love for small screaming children. Maybe it’s because the small screaming children are also desperately crushing on her if they don’t think of her as their newest addition to the family. It’s kind of embarrassing to watch, honestly. Watching insanely brave seven-year-olds get their heart broken by someone a decade older than them made him feel a little bad.

William’s punishments at work are more on the tame side. If he catches Michael slacking off he’s banned from getting pizza for the day which is pretty evil since the pizza they served was heaven in the form of a perfectly greasy, cheesy triangular slice. It’s no surprise the place is so successful. Michael’s biggest weakness was any form of dairy - he may be slightly lactose intolerant but his love will never waver.

They’re technically off-duty but the kids force Charlie to stay back with their big dumb pleading eyes that make her face melt and a smile spreads across her face as she bends down to pinch their cheeks and tell them that she’ll stay with them for as long as they want. In extension to this, a very annoyed Michael now has to stay behind and sit down on chairs meant for people ten years younger than him while his annoyingly long legs lay uncomfortably under the tiny table barely giving Charlie any space for her own.

The pizza’s really good though, so he doesn’t complain.

“So,” Charlie starts taking a bite out of her favourite type of pizza (hawaiian, which happens to be his least favourite) “Do you have a plan for this or are we working with nothing here.”

“I am so glad you asked,” Michael says with a grin and unzips his backpack that he’s had since fourth grade and pulls out a frayed journal that looks older than either of their existences, “I found this in my dad’s office.”

Charlie eyed it curiously in his hands, “I thought you weren’t allowed in there.”

“Yeah but drastic situations call for drastic measures.” he says simply and she nods in agreement.

“What’s the book for though?”

Michael’s lips press together and he meets her earthy green eyes with an earnest look. “I think my dad’s gay.”

Silence. Michael thinks she might even say something serious.

The corners of her lips extend in a small battle between her and the obvious laughter that threatened to spill from her. She covered her mouth to hide the giggles that escaped her mouth. Michael rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“I’m sorry.” she apologizes, turning away.

“Yeah of course you are.” he rolls his eyes.

“No, no,” Charlie sits up again, her mouth twitching a bit as she meets his eyes but eventually she manages an almost calm expression, “Tell me more.”

Michael squints at her for a second before he opens the journal to a specific page and points at the entry. “Journal entries from when he was in college.”

Charlie tilts her head as her eyes scroll down the paper. It was definitely William’s handwriting - it sounded like him too.

“Oh,“ Charlie frowns in disbelief, “ Well that’s certainly… interesting.”

“Uh-huh,” Michael nods sarcastically, “Interesting.”

“They could still be just really…” she cringes, “ close friends.”

“Yeah because close friends write about how godlike the other is.”

Charlie snorts. “Yeah yeah okay, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you,” he sighs and places his hands on the table, his face suddenly turning quite serious. Charlie was slightly surprised about how much it mattered to him.

“You got a plan?” she inquires, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand.

“We need to find the root of their weird… intimacy.”

Charlie nods slowly, “And that would start back when they first met in college.”

Michael smiles with a dark expression, eerily similar to his father’s. This usually happens when he has a terrible idea. “You know,” he starts, “I’ve always wanted to visit an abandoned building.”

Ironically, this would later prove to be a very bad idea. So she was right on that part.

ao3

[darlingmulti]

Yes, Chef (Chef!Seokjin x Waitress! Y/N)

Description-

You work as a waitress in a crummy restaurant in the middle of hick-ville. One day, a handsome new chef comes in and changes the scenery. Chef Jin is hot and talented and you immediately fall head over heels for him. Despite his good looks, the two of you don't get along. There is never a moment where the two of you don't fight. One night after you clock out, your grabbed, and end up in the back room... pressed against Jin's hot body? Will your fantasy finally become reality?

Pairing- Chef!Seokjin X Waitress!Y/N

Rating- 18+

Word count- 10.3k

Genre- smut, angst, slice of life, romance, fluff, enemies to lovers

Warnings- choking, degradation, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of force, fingering, heavy clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, begging, marking, scratching, biting, masturbation, squirting, praise, spanking, groping, tummy bulge, swearing, hate sex

Playlist-

Grind me Down (Jawster Remix) by Jawster, Liliana Wilde

Flesh by Simon Curtis

Eager by AK diorr., BM

Go Fuck yourself by Two Feet

Piano by Max Changmin

Note-

Shoutout to my bestie @evie3511 for beta reading and helping with the summary!

Teaser-

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You leaned tiredly against the cooler in the kitchen at work, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through your instagram feed. Work had been an absolute nightmare today, though slow there were several tiny rushes throughout the day, and just when you thought you could leave one of the servers called in.

The managers had begged you to stay, citing how you were the best server, and they couldn’t possibly do it without you. After agreeing now all you could do was regret it, even if you might make some extra money it just wasn’t really worth it to you with how tired you were… not to mention dealing with people… ew.

“Y/N!!!” Your close friend, Jessie, could be heard squealing from across the kitchen excitedly, running over and grabbing your arm, “Did you hear the news??”

“What news?” You asked curiously, looking up lazily from your phone and raising your eyebrows.

“There’s a new cook!! He’s upstairs right now apparently!” She exclaimed, eyes shining brightly at the prospect of fresh meat. This was a restaurant after all, the majority of employees were female, any man was sized up by all of the girls as soon as he crossed the threshold. You tried your best not to do that, having given up on the prospect of meeting any good guys here. No matter what there was always a prettier server, or the guy had some fatal flaw, sometimes he didn’t even stay for more than a couple weeks.

“Oh wow,” you said, unenthused, your eyes trailing back to your phone screen, thumb poised to resume scrolling.

“I’ve heard he’s suuuuper hot, and- get this, he’s foreign!” She squealed excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.

“Jessie, come on. Why would a foreigner want to come work here? Who told you he was hot??” You asked, looking back up to indulge your dramatic friend.

“I don't know why, but he’s definitely foreign.. Well he apparently lived in Korea for a couple years.” she said thoughtfully, and then looked back to you to answer the next question, “He was here a couple days ago to get shown around, Elaina told me all about him. I guess she got to talk with him a little bit, she said he’s hot.”

Elaina was the restaurant's biggest slut, always finding new guys to screw. If it didn’t work out with one it wasn’t a problem, there was always another one. It was no surprise she had gotten to talking with the new guy, she would probably hop on his dick as soon as he walked through the d-

Your brain seemed to malfunction as you heard the kitchen door opening and looked up to see one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your entire life walk into the kitchen.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was, the second was his insane body proportions. His shoulders were broad and strong, while his waist was kind of small and tapered. His eyes were chocolatey brown, wide and shining, they had a mischievous glint in them. His skin was incredibly clear and a gorgeous golden brown that you had never seen on any of the boys in this nasty town. It was about ninety-nine percent hick country, so seeing a man like this in person was a dream come true.

His hair was pure black and shining, but he quickly covered it with a chef's hat. He was wearing the regular chefs outfit, black jeans and a loose fitting black chefs coat, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing firm and strong forearms that flexed as he followed one of the other cooks behind the line. He didn’t look nervous in the slightest, in fact he exuded confidence.

“Hey!” Jessie whispered and elbowed you rather hard in the ribs, bringing you back to reality and sending your phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.

“Seriously!” you exclaimed, trying to act natural as you walked a couple feet to get your phone, glaring at Jessie who was watching you with knowing eyes.

“You were staring so hard dude, your mouth was wide open too!” She giggled and you glanced back at the man who had just come in, grateful he hadn’t seemed to notice you and Jessie just yet.

You shoved her irritably, “Shut up!” you muttered. You turned briskly to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get away from her teasing and from the handsome man. Your face was getting hot the more you replayed seeing him.

He had plump lips, high cheekbones, a defined nose bridge, strong eyebrows, he was literally perfect.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” one of your coworkers said as you grabbed a cup absently, wanting to drink some water.

“Oh?” you said absently, acting confused by the statement. You scanned the restaurant. There was only one table in the whole place right now, the rest of the crew would be here any moment, and you were looking at a hopefully busy Saturday evening.

You finished filling your cup and began sipping from it thoughtfully, your mind still on that perfect man. What was his name? What was he like? What did he look like under those loose chefs clothes?

“Excuse me,” you heard a soft, unfamiliar voice say behind you.

You looked up and behind you and could barely contain your shock. That perfect man was inches away from you, locking eyes with you. You wanted to look into them forever, but you thankfully had the sense to pull your eyes away, “Ah, sorry.” You apologized quickly, stepping to the side to let him get to the water gun.

“It’s alright, I’m Jin,” he introduced, holding out his large and gorgeous hand to shake. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins stuck out slightly on the backs of his hands, his nails were trimmed and clean too.

You stared at his hand for one second too long, causing him to raise an eyebrow but you raised your comparatively small hand to shake his, watching it disappear within his warm hand.

Wow… his skin was so soft. Was this guy really a cook? His forearms were completely unmarred, no burns whatsoever.

“I-I’m Y/N.” You introduced. Your voice came out squeaky and anxious sounding- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed internally. He probably thought you were a baby talking that way.

“Nice to meet you… That’s a pretty name.” He complimented and smiled at you sweetly, making your heart rate pick up. This man was dazzling! You couldn’t help but think it should be illegal to look this good.

“Thanks!” you said, sounding weird even in your own ears, you should get away before you embarrass yourself further, but he was standing right here looking at you, it would be a waste to walk away now.

“Is Jin short for something?” you asked, feeling dumb as the words left your lips.

“My full name is Kim Seokjin, well it’s Seokjin Kim here.” he corrected, “But I go by Jin since it’s easier for everyone,” he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.

“O-oh, that’s cool.” you stuttered out, “So… that’s korean?” you questioned. That’s right, you encouraged yourself, keep the ball rolling.

He nodded affirmatively, “I was born there.” he stated.

“Oh that’s cool! Why are you all the way over here, then?” you asked.

“My parents have been out here a couple years now, they’re getting older, figured I should come live around here and take care of them. I saw an ad online for a sous chef position so I figured I would apply.”

“Well… that’s nice of you.. I’m uh- glad you’re here.” you said, and smiled what you hoped was a nice smile, and not too awkward.

He snickered and shook his head, “Well thanks!” he said and started to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you heard an annoying sing-song voice behind you.

“Hello~~~!! You must be Jin!!”

‘There goes Elaina,’ you thought as her sickly sweet smelling perfume hit your nose as she walked past you. She went up and tapped the large man's shoulder, grinning as she confidently introduced herself.

You sighed and walked away to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, leaning your head dejectedly on your arm. You would give anything to have more time to talk with him… but with all the other girls it would probably be impossible. He certainly wouldn’t pay you much attention once he got a look at all the other damsels that worked here… Even with your lack of hope though, your eyes travelled to your hand where you could still feel the warmth of his wrapped around yours. It couldn’t hurt to dream…

~~~~

The dinner rush was in full swing, you were juggling six tables, the kitchen was backed up with orders, and the restaurant was packed with people, conversations echoing off the walls as the printer at the bar went off almost nonstop. The bartender was cranking out drinks for the servers like crazy.

“Excuse me ma’am, how much longer on my order!” One of your particularly annoying tables called, snapping her fingers at you as you were rushing by with dirty plates to take to the back.

“Not much longer, miss.” you replied hastily and offered an apologetic smile.

“Can you check? Did you even put it in?”

“Of course I can! So sorry, miss!” you said and smiled before turning away, your expression dropping immediately. What did she think you were doing carrying all these dirty plates? Of course you would check if you were going in the kitchen, that was literally just common sense.

You came back into the kitchen, briskly kicking the door open and setting the plates down before striding down to the ticket line where the expo was plating whatever food he could and shouting at the cooks for more fries.

Jin was sauteeing something and the other two cooks were hard at work on the grill, fryers, and salad station. Jin’s expertise was obvious, even in a new environment he was shining.

“Hey how long on this ticket,” you muttered to the expo. You wished you could stare at Jin all night long, but you had customers to please, and besides you had already given up on your fantasies about him. The most your relationship would amount to would be casual friendship, if even that.

Yours was actually second in the line and as the expo looked it over, he realized only one thing was missing and it was actually on Jin’s side.

“Hey Jin, do you have the tostadas coming?” He called.

“Tostadas?” Jin called back, looking up in confusion at the expo, his brow was furrowed and sweat was dripping down his temples. Fuck. How could you focus on anything with him being THAT fine. Some of the other servers had come in to pine over the line and agonize over how hot the new chef was.

Yet even his hotness couldn’t distract as he said, “I don’t have a ticket for that.” and turned around flippantly.

“What do you mean?” The expo called, grabbing the ticket and pushing it across the shelf for Jin, who turned around to take it, looking it over intently.

“I made that already.” he argued, and pushed the ticket back at the expo, again turning away to continue his sautee job. You could feel your blood beginning to boil, and there was the fatal flaw. He might be a good cook, but he had a shitty attitude.

“Well we don’t have it!” You interrupted loudly, “I need tostadas ASAP!”

“Are you the expo?” He asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow at you. Ugh, he was so hot even being as big of a dick as he was being.

‘Don’t get sidetracked, you have a job to do,’ you thought to yourself.

“No, but who cares? Make me my tostadas!”

Jin rolled his eyes and pointedly turned away as the expo finished the first order and called out tiredly, “Jin can you please make me an order for tostadas ASAP?”

“Of course I can,” he said and glared at you before turning back around to continue.

“Glad to know we have another asshole cook on the team!” You called childishly, making the other waitresses gasp. You went back out on the floor without a care to go deal with the rest of your tables, and reassure your woman that her food was in fact coming up. This wasn’t going to be fun.

~~~~

The night had finally slowed to a stop and you were getting ready to leave for the evening, printing your reports and organizing all of your checks at a table. As you were sitting you heard a voice coming from around the wall between the booth and the server station, and paused at the sound of your name.

“She’s always like that, you’re not an asshole.” Elaina was saying, her voice that annoying, honey sweet tone she took with men she was trying to impress.

“I won’t let any servers walk all over me,” Jin was heard saying, sounding nonchalant.

“Oh of course not!! You shouldn’t!! She’s a bitch because she’s jealous. She has always been the le-”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to gossip or talk crap. Thank you for the encouragement though,” Jin could be heard cutting her off, before you heard the door to the kitchen creak open as he walked away from her. You sighed and rolled your eyes, at least Elaina’s plan to use you as a tool to get with him didn’t work.

You were certainly bitchy earlier, that you would admit, but he didn’t help the situation either acting the way he did. You finished doing your report and slid out of the booth tiredly, it didn’t matter, tomorrow was another day…

~~~~

Situations like the one that night seemed to happen all too frequently between you and Jin despite your best efforts. You really didn’t want to fight with him, he was unbearably attractive, smart, a good cook, and his voice was like silk, yet every night seemed to be a new battle.

First it was french fries taking too long, next it was the steak being overcooked, and the next it was an item rang in wrong, it was all trivial but it just seemed to add up. Everyday you saw him it became more and more tense between you two, you hated it, because despite all of that you were crushing on him. Not only was he hot, but he could be incredibly sweet at times. Plus he was so cute, and his jokes were hilarious. He never told them to you, but every time you heard them you couldn’t help but giggle at the stupidity of them.

Your work day was starting off shitty, as was normal. Jin hadn’t said hello to you when you came in, two servers called off, and the restaurant was in shambles when you arrived. Not to mention it was eighty-five degrees outside, you hadn’t slept well, and you had had a large fight with your parents before leaving for work.

It was a dumb fight,just more nagging from them about your life. It seemed like nothing you did was good enough. You were trying your best... At times you just felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. Today you had no energy to fight with Jin, and you certainly weren’t prepared for the dinner rush.

It was the wing bar that night. The crowd came in a tidal wave of people, more than you or any of your coworkers had expected or been prepared for and within the first hour you were so swamped you didn’t know what to do. You simply couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening.

Food, checks, orders, tables, greeting, running, pre-bussing, it was all too much for you, especially with the heat and the tiredness. Food was coming out at a decent rate thankfully, but one table just simply could not be satisfied.

You were feeling worse and worse as the time ticked by, and had no fight left in you to deal with difficult entitled customers, but duty called.

“Ma’am, ma’am come here!” You heard and couldn’t help but sigh at the familiar obnoxious voice. You knew this table would be a problem when they had first complained about the bugs outside, and then returned a drink because it ‘definitely wasn’t made right’, what could it possibly be now?

You turned around hesitantly and put on your best invested, and apologetic smile, their food had been dropped by the runner probably a couple minutes ago now, all mostly wings.

“What can I do for you?” You asked, faking sweetness while inside you were cursing at this nasty woman and her teenagers.

“I don’t know what kind of restaurant this is, but the food and the service here is just unacceptable.”

“I’m… sorry?” You said, unable to hide how taken aback you were. What was she even talking about?

“First of all, this is cold!” she pushed her ribs away in disgust, “These wings are cold, everything is COLD! Second, this place is filthy and obviously not being run properly. Look at you! You can’t seem to get it together for the life of you, and you should take something for all that sweating you’re doing. This has been horrendous!!” She exclaimed again and leaned back with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.

You weren’t sure what to say. Usually, you would offer to have the food remade but it didn’t feel worth it to you. You could feel your eyes growing hot and your hands were balling up, “I’m so sorry. I’ll go get my manager.” You said and walked away briskly, even as she shouted for you to come back. A few of your other tables looked at you sympathetically as you went inside and beelined to the kitchen, feeling frustration as your tears spilled over freely as soon as the door opened.

“M-Miles!” You stuttered out meekly at your manager who was currently helping expo, he immediately looked up hearing your weak voice, eyes widening.

“Y/n, what happened?”

“M-my table is r-really upset right now and I- I think you should go talk to them,” you said, barely managing to get out your words as you felt tiny sobs going through you. You were so tired of everything right now. It was one thing to have a table yell about food, but to also insult you in front of your face was painful and humiliating.

“About what? Which table?” he prodded, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you.

“Table eighty three,” you sniffled, “She said that, that the food was cold and that I was terrible and yeah… just please go out there.”

“Okay, okay, just take a breather, drink some water.” He said and quickly stepped out to go and talk with the furious table.

You groaned and wiped at your face, feeling your embarrassment only growing as Jin came from behind the line with a water bottle, “Come here,” he ordered and placed a hand on the small of your back while handing you the water bottle and leading you to the walk in cooler.

You didn’t even have enough sense to question why he was being nice to you, your head was pounding and you were overly aware of how hot and wet you were. Not to mention you were pretty much sobbing right now, despite your best efforts to hold it together.

“Drink the water,” He said calmly as he opened the cooler and led you inside, the feeling of cold air against your body was an intense relief, it helped you physically, but you were still reeling over everything. Even now you felt like you needed to run and take care of all of the tables you weren’t at right now. The rush was close to done but it was still upon you.

You did as you were told though, breaking the seal and sipping from it. As soon as the cool liquid touched your lips you realized how thirsty you were and drank from it messily, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, hearing the bottle crinkle up as you took in every last drop of it before your hand fell to your side. You used your free hand to wipe at your face, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Better?” Jin asked, leaning against one of the shelves with an almost amused expression.

You had forgotten he was standing there watching you and your eyes flitted away from his face just as soon as they had gone there. You nodded quietly, chewing your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. It was amazing what the cold and water could do for you, you thought.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he chastised, moving closer and rather suddenly reaching out and cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. You looked up, dumbfounded. One hand subconsciously came up to touch his arm while your hand holding the water bottle crinkled it loudly. “You’re obviously having a hard time, and you aren’t drinking enough water… no matter how busy it is you come first.”

You nodded quietly, still unsure of what to do about his hand.

“I didn’t bother you today right?” he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer, you could make out the flecks of gold in his brown eyes at this angle, and his skin was flawless.

“N-no,” you squeaked out.

“I notice a lot more than you think I do…” he said, and you bit your lip feeling his hand fall carelessly against your side, fitting against you almost too well. You felt a tingle in your breasts, and just knew that if you were to look now both nipples would be hard and pressing against your bra. You were grateful you wore a padded one today.

“L-like what?”

“I knew you were upset as soon as you walked in.”

“Oh…?”

He brought his thumb gently across your lips, “These pretty lips were frowning, and those eyes barely even looked at me…” he whispered. You could clearly hear your heart pounding in your ears. What was happening right now?

“You were much too quiet… if you ever have any problems I’m always willing to help you out.”

You gasped as he tilted your head up to look into his eyes, “Do you got that?”

You nodded dumbly, biting the inside of your lip as your eyes moved down to his plush lips, appreciating the smoothness of his face. You really wanted to reach up to touch it, maybe it wouldn’t hu-

“Chef!”

The two of you jumped apart and you immediately turned and grabbed your forehead, acting miserable.

“Yes?” He asked. His voice was icy as he turned around to face Elaina, who was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused and frazzled.

“Sorry to interrupt… They need you back on the line. The others can’t keep up.” She said.

He nodded and looked back at you, “You all right?”

You nodded quickly, not feeling confident enough to speak.

“Come out when you’re ready.” He said and walked out, shutting the cooler behind him.

You let out a soft gasp of air that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, your whole body zinging with energy… if he could make you feel this way with such a simple touch, imagine how he could make you feel…

You shook your head quickly, ridding yourself of those thoughts. He was just being nice, that was it. It was never going to happen.

You spent a couple more minutes inside, calming down before you finally stepped out to finish the evening off right.

~~~~

A couple days later, and you were still thinking about that night in the cooler. You replayed it in your head multiple times during the day. Whenever you masturbated you thought heavily of him inside you, of his eyes boring into yours, of his honey sweet voice in your ear whispering your name.

You thought about Jin for at least seventy five percent of your days, even when you were off all you could think of was him.

“Y/N, you have a table at thirty three.”

You immediately snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at the host before leaving the kitchen to get the table started. It was slow today, besides Jin there was one other cook working. It was supposed to be an easy table- that was until they complained about the menu, and then basically tried to modify something into a completely new thing. You did your best to be polite and said you would ask the chef about accommodating them. You walked in nervously, and called out, “Hey, Jin?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking up from the sandwich he was cutting in half.

You shyly listed off the modifications, and he stared at you with an annoyed expression, cocking an eyebrow as you finished, “Are you actually serious?”

You nodded slowly. His attitude was getting you angry already.

“Well, first of all we don’t have cucumbers, you know that. Second, we don’t have seasoning to blacken a fucking salmon, you also know that. Third, I can’t even respond to the rest because it’s honestly not worth my time. Use your brain,” He said flippantly.

How was he the same person as the one in the cooler that time?

What was his problem?

“Are you done now?” You asked, immediately catching an attitude. Just because he was hot didn’t mean he could talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking up through his gorgeous lashes dangerously.

“Are you done being a dick? I’m just doing my job, which is to satisfy my customers. Your job is to answer my questions, not give me snobby replies and act like a prick.”

“My job is to cook food, not cater to your needs. Quit wasting my time, and go take care of your idiot table.” he ordered.

“Will you make my order?”

“Is it going to have stupid modifications that I can’t fulfill, if so, then no. If you’re going to keep being a bitch then I also won’t be making your order. Quit wasting your time.”

You huffed angrily, and the two of you began going back and forth insulting each other, growing louder and louder until your manager came in to calm the situation and split you guys up. You huffed angrily, cheeks red, and practically ran from the kitchen to ring in your ridiculous and ‘stupid’ order. Now you didn’t care if they couldn’t do it. They would do it.

~~~~~

The rest of the evening after the fight was tense, and you were grateful that when you left Jin was nowhere to be seen. In the end, they had made the order almost perfectly, and the table left happily so you supposed that was all that mattered.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fight though, you had both said some pretty bad things. You wondered if you guys could ever really get along.

You were walking quietly down the empty employee halls heading to the clock out, it was late since you had got stuck doing extra side work, so everyone had mostly gone home for the night.

You were mid sigh when you felt a large hand clasp over your mouth while a strong arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into one of the side boiler rooms, causing a muffled shriek to leave your lips as the person kicked the door open and you heard a familiar silky voice say, “Shh, behave.”

You froze and blinked, looking around the low lit and frankly dirty room. There were a couple machines running that were always on, running the building, resonating with a persistent hum.

You struggled violently to get out of Jin’s strong grip but he only held tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm, hand firmly over your mouth until you finally gave up with an indignant groan. You knew it was Jin, but that was it. Your stomach was churning with anxiety and anticipation as he held you tightly in his grasp against his hot body. Your head at his chest.

“Are you done?” he whispered coolly against your ear, his tone slightly mocking.

You shuddered and nodded.

“I’m gonna move my hand, if you scream you’ll really be sorry.” he threatened.

Did you have a reason to scream? You wondered.

Sure Jin was being strange, but there was nothing to be worried about… right?

As his hand slid away you quickly asked, “What are you doing?”

He was silent for a while, wrapping his now free arm tightly around you in an iron like bind. Both of his arms were pressing against your chest, and you could feel your heart racing against your rib cage the longer he stood silently holding you.

“You were very bad today…” he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.

“I-I’m sorry?” you whimpered.

“You just keep fighting with me.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldn’t understand.

“You keep fighting with me,” You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasn’t one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.

He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, “I want you so bad,” He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.

Before you could think you were replying, “I want you too,” the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.

You tilted your head back to allow better access and then felt a zing of new fear go through you.

No. This was bad. This was very bad you needed to get away. You were literally at work, in a back hall where anyone could just walk in… Maybe had you been somewhere else this would be more appropriate?

“Are you insane?” You gasped, suddenly trying to jerk away again, pulling your head away from his lips.

“Are you?” He asked and pushed one of his arms down around your waist, driving your ass back into his center where you could feel his rising excitement. This couldn't be happening. His other hand easily found purchase on your breasts, groping you over your shirt and bra. You moaned out involuntarily at the friction and then bit your lip to try and quiet yourself.

Were you dreaming?

“That’s right you fucking whore… this is what you wanted all along hm?”

“W-what are you talking about?” you panted. It was embarrassing how you felt right now. You wanted to get away, you wanted to get out right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to struggle… your body would never forgive you for wasting this chance.

“Do you like to tease me?” he asked, and the hand that had been on your breast suddenly was wrapping around your throat as he pushed your head up and back against his shoulder, causing you to squeak as his eyes met yours.

Oh fuck.

You tried to shake your head, but you were totally incompacitated with his hand wrapped around you like this. The hand around your waist slithered up and he began quickly undoing the buttons on your uniform.

You weakly began to struggle, suddenly feeling anxiety shoot through you. You had just finished working, what if you were gross? A sick part of you wanted this, craved it, but the rational part of you was screaming at you to get out of there.

His hand eased on your throat only slightly and you gasped for air, causing him to laugh cruelly before he released your throat and turned you around to face him, his eyes were filled with desire and lust. It caught you so off guard you didn’t even have time to react before he was forcing you against the wall.

“I know you want me.” he said softly, strong arms caging you in on either side.

“I- I don’t know what you’re t-”

He cut you off by aggressively pressing his lips against yours, one hand grabbing your chin while the other began kneading your breast again, making you gasp and moan as his warm lips moved against yours. At first you tried to pull away, to stop the kiss, but his mouth felt so soft and his touch felt so good you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and one hand came up to grab the arm that was raised against your cheek.

A part of you knew this was wrong, and you knew that a normal person would be afraid of this large man, but you weren’t. You were completely overpowered with lust that had been stewing ever since he had walked through those doors.

Who cared if someone walked in? A part of you wished someone would.

Who cared if you weren’t in pristine condition? He clearly didn’t.

His hands found your legs and you let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while your back leaned against the wall. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as well and he smiled down at your shocked expression.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed as his nimble fingers took up unbuttoning your shirt again.

“M-me too,” you stuttered earnestly, already a desperate and needy mess, especially with the slight pressure of him against your core.

“Really,” he said, his voice lowering and one of his eyebrows cocking up in an enthused expression.

You were about to reply, but his hands were suddenly cupping your bra clad chest, squeezing slightly. You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back against the wall as he teased you.

“This is pretty,” He commented, his finger trailing down the outside of your lacy bra.

“Th-thanks,” You stuttered.

“Did you wear it hoping I might see it?” He asked, his hands cupping your breasts again as his dark eyes met yours in the halflight.

You remembered all the times you put on your work outfit you would wonder if Jin would like it. You had wondered if his hands would ever move to unclasp your bra and do all the things you could only fantasize about.

You nodded slightly and he smirked, before his hands were coming behind your back and skillfully unclasping the bra. A part of you wondered how many times he had done this before tonight, but you didn’t really care. He was yours for the night, so what did it matter?

As your bra was loosened he easily slid his hands under it to grope you much easier, his large hands cupping them. You pushed your head against the wall, biting your lip to stifle the moans that were bubbling at your lips. His fingers skillfully found your already hard nipples, running back and forth over them. With each touch of his hand arousal shot through your core.

“J-Jin,” you whimpered as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Yes my dear,” he asked, eyes boring into you.

“W-what if someone sees?” You asked, your breath was coming out faster as he began to play more roughly with your nipples, occasionally groping your chest insistently.

“Hmm… then I guess they’ll know how much of a slut you actually are behind that bitchy exterior,” he said. You huffed as he was suddenly attacking your neck again, trailing to bite your shoulder and collarbone, irritably pushing the fabric of your button up aside.

“F-fuck,” you whispered, shuddering as he began sucking on a spot just below your collarbone, hands still working gracefully on your chest. You could feel the growing wetness of your panties, and you were becoming needy. Unfortunately, Jin had no intentions of rushing the time he had with you, taking his time leaving an array of bruises just below your collarbones, hands still groping your chest.

His mouth finally found yours and as you kissed he helped you get your shirt off the rest of the way, and then gently lowered your feet to the ground to remove your bra as well. You kissed him back feverishly as his hands found your hips, holding them within his massive hand as your mouth opened with his, deepening the already sloppy kiss.

One of his hands went back to your breast, flicking over your nipple and making you squeak against his lips. He chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you standing topless before him.

You felt suddenly exposed but you couldn’t think too much as he was suddenly bringing his head down and gripping one of your breasts, guiding his hot mouth to your nipple. You gasped and shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue against you, practically lying against the wall as he worked his magic on you, teasing your body cruelly.

You let out a startled gasp as he suddenly slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing in the dark room. He continued to squeeze and grope your ass while his mouth trailed from one breast to the other before reconnecting feverishly with your mouth. His fingers finally began to work at undoing your jeans and you lifted your arms again to wrap around his neck as you made out, to distract you as his hand wasted no time in dipping into your pants.

You moaned loudly and dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as his fingers dragged along your wet panties, finding your clit easily and beginning to move his middle finger in slow circles.

“You’re practically dripping,” he teased, and you let out a low whine as his finger continued to rub your sensitive bud through your panties. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anticipation, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you already.

“Hurry up and fuck me!” You gasped as his finger pressed harder against you.

“Someone’s impatient,” He laughed, but made no move to do what you had told him. You reached out boldly and began rubbing over the bulge of his cock in his jeans, moving your own hand in slow circles as he did the same to you.

He didn’t stop you, but he did finally dip his hands beneath your panties, splitting the folds of your dripping cunt with his fingers and making your body shudder hard at the feeling. You kept rubbing his cock, but you were forced to stop as you felt a finger slip into your core, causing you to cry out loudly.

As you pulled back your head he pushed you back against the wall hard and reconnected his lips with yours to quiet you. As he began fingering you, his fingers brushed against your g-spot, drawing out mewls of arousal from your lips. You couldn’t even focus on the kiss, your entire being was focused on his fingers slipping in and out of your core.

You blushed hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness as he began fingering you.

“Let’s get these off of you shall we?” He suggested, and you whined as he pushed your jeans and panties down with ease, as soon as they hit the ground his fingers were dragging back against you, making you shudder and cry out.

“Jin!” you moaned as he suddenly was pushing his fingers inside of you again quickly, wasting no time in beginning to pound in and out of you expertly.

“You’d better quiet down before someone hears you princess,” he whispered darkly, not bothering to slow his pace.

You bit down hard on your lip, your hands reaching out to ground yourself on his shoulders, fingers digging into them as your mouth twisted in pleasure and embarrassment. The sound of your wetness was new even to you. Jin suddenly stopped and you whined out loudly, causing him to laugh softly.

“Sit down over here,” he ordered, and pointed to a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room, probably left there to be thrown away, but instead forgotten.

“W-what if it’s dirty,” you whimpered.

He smiled softly down at you. You had been reduced to nothing more than his toy at this moment, standing naked in front of him, completely at his mercy. You had to say though, you definitely didn’t mind.

He slowly undid his chef’s coat, sliding it off to reveal a tight black tee shirt beneath it and slowly went to the chair, laying it over the bottom of it. In the half light you could see the definition of his muscles and as he turned around you were wrapping your arms around his neck to sloppily kiss him again while his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back just as hard as your hands glided to his chest.

He was just as muscular as you had expected.

“Take off your shirt,” you gasped.

He chuckled and pulled away, slowly grabbing the edges of it and sliding it over his head, revealing his toned abs and strong shoulders.

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, your hands coming to touch his pectoral muscles and running down his body, enjoying the ridges of his abs against your fingertips, stopping at his waist band.

“That’s enough now,” he cooed, “Sit down,” he ordered, pushing you slightly towards the chair.

“But what if-”

“Sit. Down.” His voice took on a more authoritative tone and your stomach twisted.

“O-okay,”

“It’s not okay. It’s, ‘Yes, Chef.’” he ordered.

“Y-yes Chef,” you stuttered, sitting down in the chair slowly.

You bit your lip as Jin dropped to his knees in front of you, looking down at him through anxious eyes. You had no idea what he was planning, or what he wanted.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered and you took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected to be this exposed to him at all. His eyes were boring into you hungrily, and you felt anticipation knotting up your stomach as you slowly spread apart your legs, revealing your wet core to him.

You flinched as he let out a shaking breath, “You’re so fucking hot,” he said, “Such a pretty little whore,”

You looked down at him as you felt his fingers coming up to caress your outer thighs, his fingers trailing over your knees and down your calves. Every touch from his nimble fingers was electric. Yet his hands wouldn’t go near your core, and you were growing desperate.

“T-touch me,” you whimpered.

“Hmm,” he sighed softly, and his fingers went higher up your thighs, “Show me how you want me to touch you,” He breathed and you felt a zing of anxious excitement shoot through you. You had never done something so lewd in front of another person, and you weren’t sure if you could.

“W-what do you mean?” You stalled.

“Take your hand,” he ordered, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to your dripping cunt, “And play with yourself while I watch. Show me how you like it.”

You bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes, he stared up at you lustfully, his eyes sliding down your body to focus on your center.

You closed your eyes, and leaned back against the chair, your fingers sliding slowly between your folds and running over your clit. You brought up your other hand to gently begin playing with your nipple, sliding your finger back and forth as the one between your legs rubbed up and down against your clit, gliding between the folds.

You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your hand, and you chanced a glance to see he had drawn closer, focusing on your hand as it moved.

You slowly drew your finger down to your own entrance, pushing your finger against the entrance, little moans sliding out of your lips as you began to push a finger in, making Jin moan as well as he watched.

“You really are such a little slut,” he teased, and you mewled as you felt two of his fingers against you, beginning to push apart your folds further, examining your most private area with predatory eyes, “Just imagine if someone came in right now,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing against you as your finger pushed in further.

His talk was making you more excited and more desperate, you wished someone would come in and see this right now.

“Imagine the look on their face when they see you sitting here, touching your pretty little cunt for me.”

The thought alone was making you more worked up, “Chef,” you whimpered, plunging your fingers faster in and out of yourself, sweat was beading on your forehead and beginning to sheen over your body as you became more and more aroused.

“Yes princess,” He crooned, his fingers sliding up either side of your core, making you more crazy and desperate.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t even speak as one of his fingers ghosted against your clit as you continued to touch yourself, finger flicking more insistently over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you with each stroke.

“Such a good little whore, all for me,” he praised, beginning to rub your clit in slow circles, making you keen softly, biting your lip hard to try and stop the noises that were begging to spew from your lips.

You were drawing close, your thighs beginning to tremble as you attempted to spread your legs further for him, your hand reaching up to your own throat, squeezing the sides in desperation.

“Choking hm,” he whispered, and you whined as you heard him stand. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, stopping you from bringing yourself to orgasm.

“L-let go,” you begged, attempting to push your fingers back inside but he pulled them out instead, laying your hand on your thigh while he took the hand around your throat and also set that on your thigh.

“I bet I can make you cum twice as hard as you can yourself,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. You felt his hands slip down against your core before pushing inside of you once again, this time with a vengeance.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, and he quickly pressed his lips against yours to stifle you as he began to curl his fingers expertly inside of you. He rubbed that sensitive area with vigor, slowly picking up the pace as his other hand gripped gently on your throat. He was doing everything perfectly, and your body and mind were in ecstasy.

Your hands lifted to grip the offending arm desperately, fingernails digging into his firm arm.

“That’s right, come on Y/N,” He breathed against you, bringing you closer to the edge. You gasped and shuddered as an orgasm was suddenly upon you, causing you to lurch forward against Jin’s shoulder, clawing at his bicep as he carried you through the orgasm, pounding into you hard and fast.

He pulled quickly out of you, giving you a moment to come down, “Ready for another round?” He asked, and you pulled away in shock before he was suddenly rubbing your clit hard and fast, causing you to gasp as the pleasure changed to slight pain as overstimulation set in.

“S-stop… n-no,” You whimpered, your body already beginning to tremble. You were already exhausted from the first one, and you could feel the pressure building up twice as much.

Soon you were too far gone as he was pounding into you once again, sweat dripping down his chest and arms as he pounded in and out of you vigorously, his head against your wet neck.

“I’m-i’m gonna… oh please,” you mewled and your eyes clenched so tight that you saw white. Your body convulsed hard beneath his finger and his hand came over your mouth as your moans grew loud and intense, liquid spewed lewdly from out of you as you came.

He watched with pride as you squirted, body writhing as your wetness covered his hand.

As soon as you finished you felt intense humiliation racing through your veins, and as he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of him tightly, trembling still, your legs clamping closed. You felt like you might cry as you breathed against his chest.

“Good job princess,” he whispered, gently rubbing your thighs and sides before one of his hands was going to rub your back.

“I’m s-sorry,” you squeaked.

“Hm?” He asked, pulling away from you. His strong brows furrowed at your anxious expression.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” you whimpered, looking away from him, your hands holding tightly to his wet arm.

“Oh princess, you were amazing,” he praised, his voice taking on a comforting and almost sweet tone as he kissed your face.

You blushed brightly, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were still embarrassed, but as Jin’s hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, whispering praise against your ear, you slowly relaxed, and your body began begging once again for his cock.

“Will you fuck me now?” You whispered, looking up at him.

“I’m going to make you see stars,” he growled and you gasped as he was yanking you up from the chair and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth feverishly.

You melted into the kiss, and your hands travelled down his well muscled torso to his black jeans. You were quick to undo his pants for him, pushing down the waistband eagerly, while still trying to maintain the kiss.

He separated from your mouth for a moment to pull down his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his hard length.

You gasped seeing how big he actually was, a zap of fear going through you as you wondered if you would be able to take him all. Your hands went to his cock, and you began jerking him off. Rubbing up and down on his hard length. He lifted his hands to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed you hard, grunting occasionally as you went.

His mouth eventually left yours to attack the side of your neck, his hands sliding down your body and groping your ass. You were eager to feel him inside of you, just the thought alone making you wetter.

You whimpered as he smacked your ass quite hard and he pulled away from you, “Against the wall,” he ordered suddenly. You looked down and realized the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock.

You felt a flash of excitement and pride, “Yes, Chef,” you said, pulling away and going against the wall.

You heard him bend down and the rip of a package as he slipped on a condom. It was a good thing he thought to do so, because your mind was far from worrying about anything other than having him fill you.

You heard him coming back over and you squeaked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back. Your palms splayed against the wall and you spread your legs a bit for him as he slid his finger down the length of your spine before pausing and you squeaked as he slapped your ass once again.

“After all the trouble you give me, it’s so good hearing you whine like that,” he said softly, and you gasped as he spanked you again, “You wanted me to punish you didn’t you,” he teased.

“Y-yes Chef,” you said, and as he spanked you once more, you revelled in the sting of it, feeling the way your body reacted to him spanking you. After a few more tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you were growing needy.

“Oh please fuck me!” You cried out.

He was quiet for a moment, but then you felt his fingers slipping between your lips, pushing your lips apart to give him easier access.

“Alright now princess, be good for me,” he whispered and you waited with bated breath as the head of his cock teased your entrance, he rubbed against your slit a few times, gathering your own wetness all over his cock before he began to push inside of you.

You moaned out and brought one hand to your mouth to stifle the sound as your walls spasmed around him. He was massive, stretching you as he slowly inserted himself deep inside of you. He let out little grunts of his own at the feeling of your body clenching around him.

“I’m in,” he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder, making you squeak at the feeling.

“F-fuck me,” you begged, “Just fuck me,”

“So needy,” he commented, before he began slowly sliding in and out of you, causing your muscles to spasm. You bit your lip, trying to stifle any of the sounds that were begging to be released.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, smacking your ass as he started getting into a rhythm, fucking into you at a steady pace, making you whine and shudder around him. This was more than you could have ever dreamed. With each thrust he would bury himself deep inside of you, head teasing your cervix, before pulling nearly all the way out and then snapping his hips back into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling.

“Are you my little whore?” He growled as he started to pick up the pace.

“Y-yes chef,” you whimpered, feeling your knees growing weak.

“Say it.” He ordered, and you let out a faltering gasp as he suddenly pulled you up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you while his other wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back against his chest.

“Ahh, I-I’m your little whore,” you breathed out, gasping as he was suddenly thrusting right into a sensitive area deep inside, with each snap of his hips your body would spasm.

Suddenly you both froze hearing voices coming from somewhere, and adrenaline zapped through your body. Oh fuck, what if they heard you, or worse what if they came in and saw.

He grabbed you tightly and forced you to turn with him to face the door, grabbing one of your breasts, his finger flicking cruelly over your nipple, “Do you think you can keep quiet,” he whispered against your ear, slipping his hand down your abdomen to slide a finger over your clit.

“A-aang,” you gasped, biting your tongue as he began to move his finger in slow circles, the voices were growing closer.

“They’d be so turned on to see you like this,” he whispered, “Totally at my mercy.” He growled, beginning to thrust slowly in and out again, pulling his hand away from your clit to hold you, one hand still wrapped around your throat. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you did your best to keep quiet, your stomach twisting with anxiety and your heart pounding so loud they could probably hear it out there.

He did everything in his power to torment you, fingers running between teasing your nipple and rubbing your clit. Whispering sweet nothings against your ear while occasionally biting your earlobe.

Finally you heard the door to the outside open and it was silent once more.

You let out a shaky sigh and he picked up the pace, his hand splaying across your abdomen. “Good girl,”

“Y-you’re insane,” you whined, and he laughed softly before beginning to fuck you harder, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, “I can feel my cock hitting your walls,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

He grabbed your hand, placing it under his against your abdomen. You gasped as he suddenly snapped his hips into you, and you felt the bulge against your hand, making you even more turned on.

“Can you feel it,”

“You’re so fucking big,” you whined as he suddenly started fucking you harder, almost bouncing you on his cock. His hand moved from yours to rub your clit, making you moan loudly. His hand on your throat was snapping over your mouth in an instant to quiet you as you were pushed into orgasm once more, muscles spasming around the large man’s monstrous cock, the feeling of him hitting into your hand was making you crazy.

As you finished he slipped out of you, and you nearly fell, your legs weak. He caught you easily and spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. His hands slipped under your thighs and he was lifting you before you knew it, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I’m not done just yet baby,” he whispered. You whimpered, and sighed as he slid his cock back into easily.

“Hmmmm,” You sighed in contentment, your hands wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss him hard.

He didn't even need to lean you against the wall, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you back just as hard, your walls spasming around his large cock. You felt so full it was blissful.

He finally pressed you back against the wall, and began to pound in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall as he fucked you.

He was going faster, sweat was dripping from both of you as you were getting closer to orgasm and Jin was right on the edge. He was beginning to spew curse words, his hands gripping your sides hard as he pounded into you. You were almost laying against the wall, if it wasn’t for his hands holding you up and your death grip around his neck you would fall.

“Such a good fucking whore,” He growled, and you gasped as he lifted a hand to grope your breast, flicking his finger over your nipple before you saw his abdomen spasm, his muscles clenching as he groaned out loudly himself. His hand going back, exposing his gorgeous neckline, face twisted in pleasure.

You moaned at the sight, and as the hand on your breast rubbed over your swollen, oversensitive clit you were coming as well, body spasming for the fourth time in orgasm as he held you tightly. As you both finished finally you pulled yourself up onto him, dropping your head against his shoulder and taking gasping breaths, your entire body exhausted.

You felt his cock slip out of you and he held you tightly, a hand going to your head, running his fingers through your hair, breathing just as deeply as you.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Tired,” you muttered, you weren’t sure yet if you could stand on your own.

“Think you’ll be able to drive home?” He asked, rubbing your back in slow circles.

You let out a soft sigh, “Ohhhh, fuck,” you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the thirty minute drive home, and already your body was so sore and tired. You wanted to sleep more than anything.

“You can stay the night with me,” he offered sweetly.

“Are you sure,” you muttered.

“Get dressed,” He ordered, helping you disentangle yourself from him and finding your clothes for you.

You struggled slightly getting yourself dressed. You would need to go to the bathroom asap, but you wondered if he would leave you behind if you did. Not that it would matter. Jin put on his clothes, folding up his chef's coat from the chair and folding it over his arm.

You looked at it and felt a dark blush cover your cheeks, “I’m sorry… about that.” you said, gesturing to the chef's coat.

Jin chuckled darkly, “It was sexy,” he said, shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.

You looked away shyly, “Th-thanks… and I- I’m sorry about today too. I was just frustrated and-” Jin came forward, placing a finger against your lips.

“Hush. We’re already past that… you made up for it… Besides it was more me than you that was being an asshole.” He admitted, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“I really like you,” you blurted. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the fact this man had given you four of the best orgasms of your life, but you were suddenly ready to bare your soul to him.

You didn’t want this to be a one time thing… well maybe just once here. You didn’t want to go back to the strained relationship.

“Well I gathered that,” he said, rolling his eyes at you.

“I-I mean it… I…”

“Princess, we don’t need to talk about this right now.” He said, caressing your cheek, “We smell like sex and sweat, and we’re standing in a filthy back room at work… let’s go back to my place okay? We can take a shower and talk more,” he promised.

You nodded slowly, that sounded heavenly… but still.

“Th-that’s fine but, we won’t go back to how things were before right?… We aren’t gonna fight anymore?”

“I’m tired of pretending I like you less than I do,” he said, smiling sweetly at you before coming over to you.

He placed his arm around you and slowly opened the door, looking both ways before stepping out and taking you outside into the cold air. As soon as you got to his car and sat down in the passenger seat you were out like a light…

[bagelbright-tok]

Aspire To be

Hi honey!! I saw that your request were open and I had an idea. I really liked the imagine about Malcolm Bright and having an aunt. I was wondering if you could do more of that, but maybe this time Malcolm does know her and they actually like each other and maybe she helps him on a case instead or with Martin? If not it’s completely okay, I love your work tho!! Thanks sweets ❤❤

Requested By: @atjafshelby

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A/N: Thank you so much for your support! I really appreciate your comments and request! That aunt fiction is one of my least popular fics. I hardly expected anyone to enjoy it and even be inspired by it! Again, thank you! I decided to do a similar thing I did for that last imagine. This is a one-shot and does not really correlate with any other Prodigal Son episode. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for your patience as well! I apologize if it seems sloppy at the end. I just wanted to get this out for you and tended to get sidetracked. _

Finally getting themselves a line of suspects for this crime, Malcolm realizes he might need more than his own profiling skills. Malcolm also has a person in mind who could help… Gil doesn’t agree with Malcolm’s decision, especially when the profiler’s mind has been altered recently. How could Malcolm Bright not go to the person that inspired him?

Malcolm Bright/Whitly x Aunt!Reader [Platonic]

Word Count: 3289 Warning(s): Mentions of murder, mind fog, insomnia, mentions of trauma, attempted murder, drug abuse, swearing, did not double check anything __

Some Good Things in Life __

“Whaddya got kid?” Gil nodded towards Malcolm, hands on hip, and a grin plastered on his already smug face. Gil was already confident in Malcolm’s ability. This would be a piece of cake for the profiler.

Malcolm shook his head. He was confused. This murder took two weeks to have suspects. Even then, they only had four suspects. There was something wrong, though. Malcolm couldn’t get a read on any of them. Their tones and words led Malcolm to many different directions. Malcolm also did not have the right state of mind, having skipped almost a week’s worth of sleep. “Nothing..”

Even he was surprised by his incompetence.

Gil lightly extended his head out towards Malcolm, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What?” He crossed his arms and returned his head to his shoulders. Gil’s eyebrows were now knitted together in concern and were no longer widened. “What do you mean?”

“I… I can’t get a read on them.” Malcolm finally admitted, his shoulders falling down in defeat. He left out a deep sigh and brought his hands to his eyes to rub. Why couldn’t he think straight? “It’s like my mind is just- just covered in fog.” Malcolm motioned to his head, wildly using his index of his right hand to press into his temple.

Gil sighed, looked down at the floor, and unfolded his arms. Taking a few steps towards the NYPD Profiler, Gil placed his hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. “Go home, kid. It’s late and you need to sleep.” Gil was always the father figure that Malcolm needed. Malcolm understood the lieutenant’s concern, but couldn’t help not sleeping. Especially as of late.

Malcolm couldn’t say no. He shrugged his shoulder and peered into Gil’s eyes with his own tired and hazy blue ones. He nodded lightly, closing his mouth and shaping it into a half smile. “Alright..”

*** And with that, the insomniac ventured restlessly to his humble abode. Despite his hazy mind, he drove himself back to his place. On the way over, going through New York’s evening traffic, Malcolm had an idea. Recklessly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached who he wanted. Tapping and putting the phone up to his ear, waiting for them to answer, he shook his leg anxiously. “Hello?” The voice came through, asking curiously.

“Hey! Long time no talk.” Malcolm was smiling, but the person on the other end couldn’t possibly see it. However, it was obvious that they could hear his happiness to be talking to them. “Malcolm? Hey! Where the hell did you disappear to?” They chuckled. “Thought there was a new Bermuda triangle only taking the cool people.” They stated sarcastically.

Malcolm laughed at their joke, shaking his head. “No. I actually got back in New York a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I forgot to tell you.” Malcolm cleared his throat and before the person on the other end of the call could respond, he continued. “Anyways, I could use some help…” “O-Oh? Help? Of course, what do you need?” Malcolm could hear them move from one spot to another. “Some… Some advice. You are still a body language specialist, right?” “Yeah. Need me to do some interrogating?” They chuckled, joking.

“Uh- Yes. Yes, actually..”

“Oh-”

“Could you meet me at my place? I’ll send you the address. If you get there before me, you can let yourself in. There’s a spare key buried in the plant outside.” Malcolm explained, stopping at yet another red light. Traffic had been bad due to another accident happening nearby.

“Of course!” It was obvious that Malcolm and this person were besties and hadn’t encountered one another in a long while. “I’ll get my bag and head out once I have the address.” “Thank you, so much. I’ll see you in a bit.” Malcolm gave a quite breathy chuckle. “Cya!” And with that, the call ended. Malcolm felt a little better. His mood improved, for sure. Malcolm’s shoulders were no longer held up but instead were slouched down. His neutral and tired face was now a happier tired face. Malcolm took note of how he would just have to tell Gil when he got home that he’d be getting some help. Help from someone they both knew. ***

Damn this headache. Malcolm could feel a dull pain in his head as he entered his home. Despite the pain being dull, he felt it making him weaker and even slightly dizzy. Malcolm simply shook the pain away and shut the door behind him. He tried to reach the door, but couldn’t. When he looked behind himself to see why, the door was already shut. His eyes burrowed in confusion. Again, he shook away the confusion and began to text Gil about what he was doing. Now, though, Malcolm couldn’t just shake off whatever was happening to him. He felt nauseous and he felt out of breath. He tried getting back to his phone to call Gil instead. Malcolm instead found that his vision had blurred. He blinked and blinked, even rubbed his eyes, but his blurred vision only got worse. He began to panic now. Something was definitely wrong. Malcolm tried to identify what could be going on, but still, his mind was elsewhere. Malcolm could barely even hear as someone entered his home.

“Malcolm?” The familiar voice could barely be heard as it echoed in his house and in his head. “Malcolm!”

This exclamatory statement of his name was not that of excitement. It was of concern, confusion, and despair. As far as Malcolm knew, he was standing. As far as his visitor was concerned, he was on the ground, unconscious. ***

“What did you do?” Gil asked angrily and accusatorily. He pointed at [Y/N], who responded by leaning back away from his finger. “Me?! Excuse you. I called an ambulance! Maybe next time, I shouldn’t?” [Y/N] argued back, leaning forward into Gil’s finger and raising her hands to her sides, palms up and fingers spread out. Her face was scrunched with anger. Her usual glowing and calm [E/C] orbs were now burning a hole into Gil. Her graying [H/C] hair was standing up due to the sheer frustration she was feeling. This wouldn’t be the first time someone accused her of something horrific due to her past. [Y/N] Bright [L/N]. Also known as [Y/N] Whitly, younger sister to Dr. Martin Whitly. In other words, Malcolm’s favorite aunt and the individual he had called for help in the case. The lady that had found him unconscious in his own home and called authorities. It was because of [Y/N] that Malcolm was in a hospital and not dead. It wasn’t just Gil there for Malcolm, there was also Jessica and Ainsley. Jessica had refused to talk to [Y/N], she never understood how or why Malcolm had taken a favorability to her. Ainsley wasn’t anything but rude to her, and made it clear she did not like her. Summary; All of [Y/N]’s fans were gathered in one place where they were called in an emergency because someone dear to them had almost died. “What were you even doing in Malcolm’s place?” Ainsley’s hollow eyes stared at [Y/N] with pure hatred. Like someone with unlimited darts, trying to get a high score.

“He called me to come over. Sent me his address and told me about the spare key in some weird ass plant outside his place.” [Y/N] swiftly explained herself, keeping her arms open. Her feet however, were closed and pointing away from both Gil and Ainsley. She really did not want to be there, being questioned. “He wanted me to help with some interrogating.”

“You-?” Gil erected his index again at [Y/N], now eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re the help Malcolm called for?” “Why would anyone go to you for help?” “I feel extremely uncomfortable right now!” [Y/N] declared, slapping her hands down to her sides. “I am just here to help with whatever Malcolm needs!” “Just drop it you three!” Jessica finally whisper yelled at them. “My son could have died and you are worried about-.. Her.”

The disdain in her voice as she referred to [Y/N] really set it in for the body language specialist. Nothing she could say would make them think any better of her. Not even if Malcolm were to explain the same thing she did. So, [Y/N] easily decided it would be easier to just sit down and give up the arguing. She felt like a kid once again, forced to keep quiet when faced with authority. She hated it. Gil would never allow for her to help unless Malcolm really made a good pitch to the lieutenant. Then again, when would Malcolm wake up? *** Malcolm was given a diagnosis fairly quickly. Carbon Monoxide poisoning that had been going on for over a week. It was a miracle he had gone so long without anyone noticing the symptoms. Despite the supposed long sleep he was to be put under, Malcolm found a way to wake himself up with his own brain. Waking up with a loud scream as a nurse ran out to get a doctor, and Gil and [Y/N] rushed in with concern. “Malcolm!” Both older individuals shouted at the once unconscious profiler. While the relief was mutual, so was the concern.

“Gil? [Y/N]? Where am I? What happened? How-” Malcolm was confused but mostly scared as well. One moment he was home and the next he was isolated by white walls and repetitive beeping.

[Y/N] made the first move. She steadily and smoothly moved closer to Malcolm’s bedside. She took a deep and obvious breath, straightening her back and lifting her hands with her as she inhaled. A similar action was taken during the exhale; obvious, she lowered herself back onto her feet, and lowered her hands. Although Malcolm was not having a panic attack, it could escalate and [Y/N] wasn’t having it. Gil followed afterwards. Malcolm mimicked [Y/N] in taking deep breaths and calming down. “Are you okay, Malcolm?” [Y/N] asked in a calmer voice.

“Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.” Malcolm buried his face into his hands. “Was I poisoned?”

With his brain working fine, he was able to remember his symptoms. It was unnatural.

“Yeah, in a sense.” Gil responded this time. “A week long exposure to carbon monoxide.”

“A week?” Malcolm removed his hands from his face and peered at Gil and [Y/N]. “Isn’t that around the time this case started?”

Now both Gil and [Y/N] were horrified. What was thought to be an accident, a simple leak in the home, now was a potential case of attempted murder. Whoever was the murderer in their case, knew Malcolm would be a problem and so tried removing him as an obstacle. [Y/N] and Gil took a glance at each other. Despite their… awkward relationship, they knew they had to work together on this one. Malcolm couldn’t leave the hospital, and couldn’t work on the case. His life was in danger and the safest place would be where he was.

***

“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” Gil told [Y/N] with a threatening tone.

“Why not two?” [Y/N] chuckled, entering the observation room sat right next to the interview room. Gil just gave a harsh squint. “Not a time for jokes, got it.”

“It was hard to get the suspects back. We’d released them last night because we had them held for too long.” Gil changed the subject swiftly, viewing into the room where they had the suspects. “We were only able to get them back in because Malcolm almost died last night, when he released them all.”

“It’s clear that all of them are upset that they are back. No profiling is needed for that.” [Y/N] noted this behaviour. “All of them are anxious and nervous. Crossed arms, tapping feet, rapid blinking.”

“All of them are suspicious?” Gil pondered curiously.

“Not necessarily. They are just nervous about being back. The idea of being falsely accused looms over them.” [Y/N] continued to scan the room, finally noticing some odd behaviour. She pointed at a man slightly separated from everyone else. “He, however, is a lot more confident than everyone else.”

“His arms are crossed too.” Gil pointed out, looking at [Y/N] with suspicion.

“Yes, but he is leaning against the wall. He is more relaxed. His lips are slightly parted, unlike everyone else’s compressed or pursed lips.” [Y/N] began her analyzing out loud, forgetting anyone was in the room. “His breathing patterns are very alike to everyone’s. Their breathings are picked up due to their nervousness. His picked up pace is because of excitement, though.”

“He’s leaning against a wall. How in the hell did you get all of that off of him?” Gil was just as curious as he would be if it were Malcolm profiling. It was just as mind boggling as when he profiled Carter Berkhead.

“A magician never reveals his secrets, Gil.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Was Malcolm in the interrogation room when they were all interrogated?”

“Yeah. He wanted to be close to profile.” Gil answered, not as confused now knowing that every question and answer would help.

“Splendid. This will make it far easier.” [Y/N]’s [E/C] orbs glimmered in amusement. Her smile was one that Gil had seen before. It was Malcolm’s smile, but it was one he’d seen on Martin’s face too. “I need you to repeat what you did yesterday. Question them in the same order with the same questions.”

Gil nodded. Just as he was warming up to her, some thought came in and set him back to his place. First and foremost, officers came and rounded everyone up. The interrogation began again. This time, it was just Dani, JT, and Gil. Malcolm wasn’t there. If [Y/N] was correct, the one she was suspect of most would give off more of a reaction than the others. Answers would likely remain the same from each person as well. They all want to get out as soon as possible. If Malcolm’s current profile was correct, the killer was arrogant and would show it. If the killer saw that Malcolm wasn’t there, they’d have some sort of mention or bodily reaction to this.

In the case scenario that she was wrong, [Y/N] was sure to make note of everyone’s reactions. Most did not even acknowledge Malcolm’s absence. Their moods had remained the same, anxious and nervous. Finally, it came to the man that [Y/N] came to know as James Lukai. Most of his answers remain the same, worded slightly different than before. [Y/N] compared his last interview, to this interview. The first showcased this man as nervous and anxious. Now, he wasn’t as much anymore. He looked around, as if to make sure his suspicions were right. He gave a quick smirk when he saw that Malcolm wasn’t there. His answers had remained mostly the same, but the tone had drastically changed. It was clear as night and day, it was this man. Just to prove a point further, [Y/N] straightened herself out and left the observation room. Much to Gil’s dismay, she entered the interrogation room afterwards.

“Heya Gil! Sorry I’m late. The call to replace Malcolm was just too soon!” [Y/N] announced with a large grin on her face.

Gil looked at [Y/N], only to respond by rubbing his face. “Don’t let it happen again.” He played along.

The man in question- James- was now shocked. “I thought you didn’t have a profiler anymore.”

“And what would make you say that, James?” [Y/N] immediately jumped on it. “Malcolm is just taking a little break. Family business.”

“What? He-?” James caught himself before he could say anything more.

“You’re too obvious, James.” [Y/N]’s smile immediately dropped.

“What’re you doing, [Y/N]” Gil questioned, only to get an answer through the raising of the lady’s hand to silence him.

“Want to know how we know, James?” [Y/N] confidently asked, not waiting a moment for his answer. “You are far too confident for this. You thought you had gotten rid of Malcolm, the only one who would have caught you.”

The man was speechless. He was caught. He rested his elbows on the table and put his hands through his brown hair. He was hunched, unsure of what to say now.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Gil wasn’t angry, but just extremely confused.

“Caught the bad guy. My job, Gil.” As confident as before, she exited the room.

Soon after, James confessed to the murders and the attempt on Malcolm’s life. Another day saved by [Y/N] Bright [L/N].

***

“Did you get him?” Was the first thing to exit Malcolm’s mouth that night when [Y/N] went to visit him. Fortunately for Malcolm, he had gotten the all clear, so was able to return home.

“Nice to see you too.” [Y/N] chuckled, entering his home. “Yeah. It was obvious. That poisoning really fucked with your brain if you couldn’t see it.”

“Speaking of which, the place was aired out and my heater was fixed.” Malcolm shut his door. “Inspectors had a nifty device and gave the okay.”

“That’s great!” [Y/N] clapped her hands together. “You plan on trying to get murdered again any time soon?”

Malcolm chuckled again, and sat down at his counter. “Ah, no. I don’t plan on it.”

“Good. Shouldn’t have to attend your funeral when I’m older than you.” [Y/N] glided over and sat with him at the counter. “So- Malcolm Bright. When did you change your name?”

Malcolm gave a small, “oh,” and nodded his head. “Several years back when I went to Quantico. You know, to become a profiler..”

Though [Y/N] knew the story, Malcolm felt obligated to tell her how much she inspired him.

“Couldn’t think of a name until the lady there suggested going with someone who I aspire to be. Then I remembered.. You.” His smile was soft and genuine.

“Really?” She smiled back, surprised by her effect on Malcolm. “I.. I’d never guessed I’d have that sort of influence.”

“I hardly say this, but you’re probably one of the more normal and stable members of this family.” Malcolm gave a light laugh, instigating a laugh from [Y/N] as well. “You prove to me that there are some good things in life.”

“I think there is more than just me that does that, Malcolm.” [Y/N] smirked. “You have all those folk at the NYPD! You have Gil, Dani, JT, and Edrisa.”

“Of course. They’re my friends. I trust them.” Malcolm explained. “But you were the first. You helped a lot when Dr. Whitly was arrested. I still remember that day. Even when mother yelled at you, it didn’t stop you from helping me.”

[Y/N] could only nod lightly. “Yeah, Yeah.. I- I remember that day too. I remember the days before and after that day too. I felt like I had to apologize for my brother. He couldn’t be there, so I tried to be. But Jessica never had a good opinion on me, even before Martin was arrested.” She chuckled at that sentiment. “Then Gil got caught up in all the gossip that I had something to do with Martin. At least Jess was skeptical towards all of that.”

It was dead silent after that until Malcolm decided to clear the air. “Anyways, you want some water, or something?”

“Sure!”

Boy. What an odd and bizarre family.

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A/N: So sorry for taking so long! Hope you enjoyed it. I had a bit of a hard time trying to get an end for it. Sorry if it is abrupt.

[bookofmirth]

Leslie, I am utterly confused, Illyria isn't the only PoC culture in ACOTAR, or am I mistaken? From my understanding the whole Night Court was PoC or well #CulturallyDiverse since it was based of arabic cultures... i think and while there are people from that culture that are white passing or white, it is largely considered a PoC cultured (I don't know if that's a term sorry) . Like I thought the CoN had that same vibe in which you can't say it's "white representation" as the Spring Court would be. We also have The Summer, Day and Dawn court, no? Those are different cultures from what we see... wouldn't you say? I don't want to come off as rude or anything, I'm just confused bestie.

Hello, thanks for the question! For the sake of being open, I talked with @archiejames about this, along with a few other people, @technotzar @symphonyofbleedingshadows and @nestha so I wouldn't be a white one-person committee on race in acotar.

I want to point out that race and culture are different, because even while I was writing this answer I started getting those mixed up. So I'll try to be clear about which one I am referring to. There are areas with white people and POC who might share a culture, and so that might not be the best way to try to figure out race in acotar.

Illyria is not the only POC group in acotar! I'm assuming that this ask is coming from my post about why Illyria is important to the story? When I said that Illyrians are the main non-white culture in the series, I mean because the series is very Night Court-centric and they are part of that court, in addition to the fact that many of our mains are part Illyrian. And now that I'm thinking about, I perhaps shouldn't have used the word "culture" in that point.

You noted that other courts have aspects that make them seem like they could be interpreted as various non-white, non-Western European cultures. Sarah tends to take little bits from different cultures to give them certain aesthetics. While we might be tempted to congratulate her for doing so, it's very, very surface level. There are some examples of this - the Night Court clothing, the names with certain origins in our world. In addition to that, she takes from lots of different cultures - Koschei the Deathless, the Ouroboros, probably other things I can't think of. Even the idea of a Weaver is a common trope in various fairy tales. Baba Yaga from ToG is another cultural reference. Sarah is a dabbler. She dabbles. She doesn't really commit to any of these cultural references, perhaps because it would cross the line to appropriation, perhaps because she honestly isn't thinking about it beyond what her Pinterest board references give her.

For what it's worth, in the Night Court, the food is very, very white. Roast chicken, potatoes, rosemary, etc. It's very meat and potatoes and again, Western European, which tells me that she wasn't trying very hard to give the NC a specific cultural vibe.

The Illyrians are more important to me than people in other courts because it has been explicitly stated that Illyrians are a race, in acosf, so even if there are POC in a different area, they might not be considered to share a "race" and to be treated as such.

I think it's worth pointing out that "race" and "ethnicity" are different things. I guess I can tell you that "race" is a social construct, not a biological reality, and so the emphasis on the Illyrians being a race and not an ethnic group is a definite choice, though I'm not sure if she is at all conscious of what that choice implies about her and her story. However, I do not feel qualified to talk much more on that distinction! If anyone else does, please add on!

Okay one last thing - it is still important to be aware of the difference between a race and a culture in acotar because you can have white people with lots of different cultures, and you can have POC who might share that culture but are still marginalized. So I think that it's important for us as readers to understand that distinction, because sharing a culture with a white person doesn't make a POC immune to discrimination or prejudice.

I hope this helps! And if anyone wants to add on, please feel free.

[brattywriters-anonymous]

A Rose In Harlem

OC x Erik story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

WARNINGS: Cursing, slow burn, Hate at first sight.

Winter, 2013.

A brisk December day approaches Syeda (Syd for short) in her small Uptown studio apartment that she’s dishing out way too much money for. She rubs her eyes in disdain that the sun is up again, she only just gotten to bed three hours ago, working on her lookbook for her fashion line the entire night prior. Syeda worked hard, and played hard. She not only lived the montra, she loved it. She rose out of her bed and stumbled to her bathroom, conveniently tripping over a pile of the clothes that she wore the day before.

She flipped the switch, the fluorescent light flickered its usual three times before turning on completely as her slender framed mug came into full view.  Her view spanned over her caramel skin complexion. Her face lightly covered with faint freckles over her cheeks, her full lips, and the scar under her right cheekbone that her dog gave her when she was nine. She huffed at the faint mark, the loc of frizzy and curly hair that covered her face moved up and down as she did so. She grabbed her red bandana designed iPhone  from the dresser that was adjacent from the other side of the bathroom door and clicked through her Apple Music until she stopped at her Harlem4L playlist, she decided to start her day by blasting Cam’ron x Lil Wayne “Suck it or Not” She dance/strutted back into the bathroom, grabbed her large tooth comb from the counter and began to lip sync, “Ma, I been huggin’ the block/ That’s right. Hustlin’ rocks./ I know I been puffin’ a lot/ But a nigga wanna know baby girl you gon suck it or not?” Her free arm moving along to every other syllable of every bar as if she was Cam himself, rapping at the Apollo Theatre. She chuckled at herself and moved along to the shower, throwing on her shower cap. She was turning on the hot water..or so she thought. The hot water was out again and Mr. Van Den Berg, Syd’s elderly landlord and the tenant in the loft downstairs, said that the plumber came last month and fixed the issue. She groaned and practically threw on her camel colored Uggs before she stomped out the door.

She swung the door open and immediately walked to her left toward the stairway without looking and bumped into someone. She didn’t even take a second to look back, she just said, “My bad.” and made a beeline for Mr. V’s door. He opened the door before Syd’s petite hand could form a fist to knock on it. “Miss mooie bloem, good morning. Heard your dainty footsteps, I knew you were coming down here, how may I help?” She heard the sarcasm in his tone when he mentioned her footsteps. She rolled her eyes, “Mr. V, the hot water is out again, I can’t shower in cold water, It’s December, you gon’ have me out here with the flu or somethin’!”  He shook his head no and grabbed his cordless phone in the same instant to contact the building’s pumber. Syd pressed the power button on her phone to check the time, 9:47am, “Yo Mr. V, I need him here in the next hour. I have a meeting to go to and I can’t be late!” Mr. Van Den Berg nodded his head and stated that Yasin would be there by 10:15. Syd stomped up the stairs she heard a male’s baritone say, “Yeah, your lil ass neighbor bumped into me, didn’t even look back to see if I was okay or anything, cuh!” That accent, he definitely wasn’t from New York, let alone from the east coast. She twisted her doorknob and mumbled, “Well maybe you need to look where you going, CUH.”

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Syeda had been pacing back and forth in her cramped kitchen for what seemed like hours, She tapped the home button on her phone. 11:01am Fuck. She thought in her mind. She heard two taps on her front door, she swung it open, and went off, “Do you not think that anyone has a fuckin’ life. You’re over thirty fuckin’ minutes late and I was supposed to be gone by now! ARE YOU DUMB?” This brutha stood at least about 6’2”, about 280..maybe 290 lbs. Syeda couldn’t give a fuck less that she was maybe a quarter of his size. She stepped up to him, thinking her 5’1”, 133 lbs. would match up to him by being closer. She was so busy flying off the handle that she didn’t notice her neighbor across the hall, Ziggy (short for his last name, “Zigler”) and the mystery out of towner she ran into earlier were going downstairs, headed out. By the time she got done yelling, they were at the bottom of the staircase and she heard that voice again, “Aye cuh, Couldn’t be me. I would’ve taught her lil wild ass some manners.” Mystery man was faced toward the door and as soon as he finished his rude comment, he was gone. Syd decided to let that ride, since she figured she wouldn’t see him again, and turned her attention back to Yasin. He raised his eyebrow, and took one step past her into the apartment, still staring at her. “Traffic.” he simply stated then he walked straight back to the bathroom.

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Syeda’s phone began to vibrate and go off, “BESTIE BIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH” with too many twin and heart emojis to count ran across the screen. She sneered over at Yasin, he was still seated on her toilet seat reaching over the tub, fixing whatever. She looked above the call and saw 11:52. She sighed and accepted the facetime call. Yani, or Ayana when Syd is mad at her, looked directly into the front facing camera, “BITCH. Wher--I KNOW YOUR ASS STILL NOT AT HOME WITH A GOTDAMN SHOWER CAP ON! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE IN LIKE, 10 MINUTES. WHAT THE FUCK!” Syd palmed her face slowly and sighed. “Yani, I knowwwwww. My damn hot water went out again!” She pointed her phone to show Yasin in the bathroom. “Oooooh, damn girl, I know it’s some other pipes that he can fix in that lonely ass apartment of yours.” Yani pointed at Syd’s lower extremities. Syd scoffed and rushed her off the phone, “I’LL BE AN HOUR LATE, BYE BITCH.” beep beep beep. 

The line went dead. For sure, Yasin heard what her obnoxious best friend said about her box, she threw her phone on the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. Once she reached the doorway, Yasin turned around and slightly jumped. “Oh, I just finished up here, ma. I apologize, my Uncle was supposed to fully replace this pipe when he came here last month. He came in the week before he retired, I guess he got lazy and patched it up.” Syd crossed her arms as he stood up and flashed his million dollar smile, “It should be good now.” Syd is all about details. Being a fashion merch graduate, it’s in her nature. She scanned over his dark chocolate frame, the vain in his lower arm bulging out, the tattoos covering the areas above it. She skimmed up to his face. Well, his full lips. The bottom slightly larger than the top. Now formed into a slight grin. Her lip twisted to the right in reaction to it. She blinked her way out of her trance. “Okay.” She finally replied. Yasin smirked as he made strides to the front door, making his exit. He stopped at her doorway after opening the door. Syd trailed behind him and stopped in the foyer when he turned. “Hey, uhh..” He held his hand out to Syd. She searched over his extended arm to see the Arabic saying on his arm and read it aloud, “Silence is the interpreter of happiness.” She blinked, looking up at him. “Oh, I’m sorry?” He huffed, “Your name, Miss?” She grabbed his hand and shook, “Syd.” Yasin squinted at the young woman that was quite smaller than him with an attitude of a giant. “You know Arabic?” She nodded, “Moms was from Philly, she was raised Islamic. You?” he stroked his thick goatee and rebutted, “My family is Muslim, My mom was raised baptist but she transitioned when she met my pops, My uncles, brothers, cousins, grands.. They’re all Muslim.” “Alhamdulillah!” Syd chanted as she threw her hands up and chuckled. Yasin couldn’t help but laugh with her, her humor and contagious laugh was simply irresistible. “Well, Syd, I gotta go to my next client..but if you free for a late lunch later..maybe we can chop it up over a nice meal?” Syd stepped closer looking him in the eye, “I can let you know.” She handed him her phone to put his number in it. He started typing away when her phone vibrated twice, signaling that she gotten a message. Yasin paused, then finished typing, smiling the entire time. “Alright Miss Syd. Later.” He began his descent to the hallway door. Syd closed her front door, and ran to the shower.

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Syeda ran down 125th Street to cross over St. Nicholas Ave to get to St. Nick Park. Stumbling past bystanders and bikers on the pavement with a thousand things in her hand with her hair blowing wherever the wind takes it, Syd finally makes it to the meeting spot that her and Yani agreed to host the meeting. She placed her things with her personal assistant, Myles, who is a big ball of fabulousness; Always dependable and has an incredible fashion sense. Yani looked at Syd as if she was a bat flying out of hell and quickly flattened Syd’s curly tresses back to frame her face. She was beginning to look like cousin It. Syd thanked her girl for the assist, “Do I look okay?” Yani assessed. Syd was in a rush, but she picked a black long sleeved crop turtleneck, high waisted light denim mom jeans, and leather knee high boots. She accompanied the outfit with her childhood gold personalized “Syd” necklace and “Syeda” one finger ring, along with her new Off-White yellow label belt. Yani nodded as she looked up to her face. Syd had no time to put on makeup, but she threw on a red ombre lip, lashes, and liner; black at the top, white at the bottom to accentuate her almond eyes. Yani smiled in agreeance. “Yes bitch. You look good!” Syd breathed a sigh of relief as Yani took a seat on the bottom step of “Sentra”, the exhibit from Harlem Studio Museum that she dubbed the perfect meeting spot for the occasion. 

The crowd of people that had been calmly chatting amongst themselves had gotten quiet and all eyes were on Syd. She cleared her throat, “Hello Everyone, My name is Syeda Mari. I am owner and the creative behind UPTXWN Clothing. As you all know by the flyer..” As she grabbed one from the ever dependable Myles. “..I have a lookbook that I am preparing to drop on Spring Fashion Week in February. As I know, Two months is such a short time to plot a production as big as I am asking for but just based on the turnout I have here, I know it can be done.” “You got this Syd!” Yani’s supportive mom voice sang out. Applause rang out. “But we gotta band together.. Network. Get this premiere party to be the talk of the town. I need my models on point, I need you all to show up to the shoots, leave that ego bullshit at the door. If I put you in it, I don’t care if it’s a water buffalo coat with silk drawls. Make it look like couture.” The hustler in Syd began to come out. She’s all about having fun and turning up, but when it’s time to work, Syd don’t play. Everyone knew it too, from old college professors at Columbia to ex boyfriends who relish at her success that she’s had since graduating. Syd is a go getter. She took a look at her audience from left to right and saw all familiar faces of former colleagues she worked with in her fashion showrunner days, and a couple more from around the way. She smiled at the great turnout and calmed her tone. “I need for the production crew to be on time as well, I book locations by the time. Not by the day. So please. Be on time.” She pointed to her photographer, Iyo. Iyo threw up his prayer hands and bowed. Signaling that he heard her and he don’t want no smoke. “I also need my MUAs to plan the looks. I plan the outfits, Gigi, please plan the faces to go with these bomb ass looks.” Gigi stood up, as colourful as she could be in her loud colored fur coat, “Of course Syd, We gotchu.” As her team nodded in agreeance. “Videography, Semaj..Andy..Lon, We need to set up a meeting after this to talk visuals.” Andy tilted his head upward to let Syd know that he heard her. 

“And last but not least, my PR agent. My amazingly amazing best friend. Ayana. Girl. I need you to get the best of the best people at this show. I need you to pull this final product all together to help my baby UPTXWN come alive!” Yani wiped a fake tear from her face and ran to hug Syd. “Of course, you know it’s done.” Everyone roared in applause. Syd yelled over it, “Okay everyone thank you for coming out! Leave your email and phone information with Myles and I’ll see you all at the next shoot!” 

The audience began to separate into their own groups. Syd and Yani floated around to each one until they got to the last cluster. Yani had to get back to the office so she dismissed herself, “Girl, Martinez is on my ass about my time! I’ll meet them at the next shoot! BYE BITCH!” Syd sucked her teeth. Yani knew she hated extracurricular socializing. 

She made her way over to the group to see Ziggy, a renowned photographer. Even though he works for CNN, he liked fashion photography and was looking to expand his portfolio with the lookbook. Two men and a woman accompanied him. “Zig! Thank you for coming out! Or who I gotta thank at CNN?” She queried, completely joking. Ziggy sarcastically responded, “You can thank Anthony Bourdain for giving me the week off, but I’ll be in Berlin next Thursday.” “Oh, you know your landlord is going next week too? Maybe you two could finally get to know each other, trade war stories.” Syd made small talk with him for a while, discussing a couple of his many travels and he explained that his job is why he’s in the studio across the hall, because he’s rarely home anyway. 

Syd nodded in agreeance as she looked around to observe everyone else he was with. “I’m sorry everyone. Nice to meet you. I’m Syeda. Zig is my neighbor. And you all are?” The woman introduced herself first. She had a pecan tan tone and  a short tapered curly cut. She was 5’9”, thick stature yet barely had a midsection so she was athletic. “Nina.” They shook hands. “I heard you needed models, I’ve modeled for Stussy, American Apparel, Yeezy..Zig told me about your line. I love how you repping Harlem. I gotta be a part of this.” “Glad to have you join us Nina, thank you.” The guy next to her spoke, “Uh..Hello. Im Byron, friends call me B. I work in IT, I do editing on the side. If your videography team needs an editor, I’m available.” Syd nodded, “As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what they need. I’m meeting with them next week, I’ll text you the details.” B smiled and thanked her. Ziggy introduced the last person, “Oh Sy, (Zig was the ONLY person besides her parents to call her that) this is Erik. My cousin. Syd blinked and looked up to his 6’0” frame. She blinked and looked at his face length dreads. She blinked and noticed his mustache, goatee and his thick plump lips. She licked her lips and slightly opened her mouth and before she could speak and introduce herself, that annoying baritone that she heard hours ago rang back up. “Ohhhh.. You the biddy that ran into me. You know, I could’ve been hurt.” he said, putting his hand above his heart. He was completely being dramatic. Syd rolled her eyes in disgust. “You’re a big boy. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Erik stepped up to her, she noticed a slight gleam in his eyes, “Yeah, I am a big boy.” he grinned and sized her up. “Zig, get your cousin, before I really hurt him.” She squinted her eyes at her last three words. Erik didn’t move one inch away from her. He took her hand, kissed it, and returned with,  “Hurt me, baby.” She scoffed and her hand dashed across his face. “OUCH! MY NAIL!” Syd drew her hand back and noticed that the tip of her red coffin shaped nail was on the ground. Which would’ve been okay if her nails were painted red. They were black. Her finger was bleeding.

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A+ Student

I have to thank my beautiful bestie Christy, for giving me her permission to have her briefly in this one shot. Even has a original quote from her beautiful asshole mind. I couldn’t write about high school without throwing my high school bestie in there.

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Walking through my high school hall laughing with my best friend. Teacher’s standing in the hall as usual making sure everyone behaves.

“Oh,” She looked at me a evil look on her face. Looking to what she saw I see him. The hottest teacher I’ve ever seen. He was also super cool insisted we call him Negan and Sir not by his last name.

“Don’t,” I growl nudging her. As we walk by Negan in the hall.

“_____ likes you.” She looks right at him stopping. Catching my bag stopping me from walking.

“Yea, you’re my favorite teacher sir.” Glaring at her, as I blushed.

“Thanks, better hurry along to class. You two,” He accepted my lie. I could see in his eyes he thought what she did was funny.

“Christy!” Trying to sound intimidating, sounding more like a whine. “Way to be obvious you dick.”

“You’re the one who wants the dick.” She elbows me as we walk into our  Foreign Language class. Staring at her my mouth hung open as we sat across from each other. “What you’re eighteen it’s legal.”

“He’s married,” I whisper.

“Like that’s ever stopped anyone before.” She teases, as class starts.

“I can’t believe you.” I roll my eyes knowing shes joking. We finished class going to lunch and after that we would separate until fifth which was Negan’s class. The day went by quickly unfortunately, my fourth period was the art class.  Right across from his and that use to be my favorite thing. Being in there and being able to watch him from behind in the door way doodling. Taking my time leaving art, throwing my bag over my shoulder. Waving to Mr. Funke, as I walked out of the room. Crossing the hall meeting his eyes, I blush looking down thinking to earlier.

“Hello, ____,” He chuckles at me. Sitting at my usual desk two away from the door. His room was set up in a big U of students his desk sitting closer to the door of the side of the U so closer to me. The board next to his desk, and the student desks each about a foot away from each other. I wasn’t a big on history, but he had my full attention. Not only was he in my opinion eye candy. He also had a way of making us laugh making innuendos and jokes. I doodle on my notebook hearing someone sit down next to me. Looking to see Christy a big smirk on her face as looks at me doodling. I had begun drawing Negan, just out of boredom not even thinking about. I flip to the next page.

“I hate you,” Chuckling at her.

“Good, if you didn’t. I’d be disappointed in our friendship.” She laughs as the bell rings. Hearing the door close I turn to Negan.  Looking him over as he began to walk to the board his white button see through. He had a wife beater under it, but I could still see the outline of the muscles throw his shirt. Biting the inside of my lip slightly trying to not change my face.  I look at his sleeves which where rolled up partially seeing his arm hair. Leaning forward resting my elbow on my desk. Placing my hand over my mouth as my eyes looked over his slacks that fitting perfectly. So they weren’t super tight, but they did fit nicely around his bum.  My eyes roaming back up as he turned around he didn’t wear ties leaving the top of his button up undone even if it was just his two buttons. you could see his chest hair slightly. Moving my eyes up more to him as he talked. He had some stubble, around his lips following his nose up to his brown eyes. And then to his slightly greying hair. I sighed, feeling something hit my temple I turn, to Christy then down to the note on the floor. “Accidentally” dropping my pencil I lean down picking up the note.

______ stop drooling, over the teacher jeez.

I look over her glaring,scribbling on the paper.

I’m not dickhead.

Tossing it back, she chuckles writing something. Before handing it to me, I open it.

Uh huh… acting like you wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to take “private lesson’s” with him.

Okay you caught me, but I can’t help he is sexy man.

I go to hand her the note not paying attention. Negan grabs it out of my hand. Before putting it on his desk. Hopefully he doesn’t read it. We continue class the bell rings. I stand ready to leave.

“___, Wait we need to see what was so important you couldn’t wait till after class." My eyes widen looking to Christy see shrugs leaving me. I stand in front of his desk as he sits.

“Um… It’s private. Please don’t,” I say reaching for the note.

“If it was that private you wouldn’t of wrote it on a piece of paper.” He says snatch the note, before I can get it. Reading it, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I state softly.

“Okay,” He nods.” This is a little sexual isn’t it?” He leans forward onto his desk.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Sir,” I begin.

“No,” He interrupts.“Don’t be sorry about what you feel. Can’t help it right? As you put it here, I quote. He is one sexy man.” He lowers his voice.

“I’m still sorry for passing notes, Sir. I shouldn’t have. I should have been of paying attention.“ I look down blushing fidgeting.

“Apology accepted.” He leans back chuckling. “So what have we learned?”

“To pay attention to you- I mean you teaching.” I say quickly, receiving a smirk. “Sir, I’m going to miss my bus.” I say looking to the clock. The buses left in two minutes.

“If you do, I’ll give you a ride.” He states standing up, moving around the desk he hands me the note. He seemed to be enjoying this. Going to leave he stops me.

“See you tomorrow,” He sits back at his desk.

There was no tomorrow they closed the school for a state of emergency. My parents decided to evacuated. For first three years we lived on our own in a small group we found. It all ended when a herd separated us, I manage to climb a tree.The dead surrounded me. I was hoping the would get distracted, anything even if was just long enough for me to run. I already ran out of bullets all I dad was a knife, and there was probably twenty or thirty around the tree. I was up here for three days. When I heard distance voices, I heard people. Looking around not seeing anyone, but if I can hear them they should be able to hear me.

“Help!” Yelling hoping they will hear me. “HELP ME!” I cry out before hearing shooting. The walkers dropped dead one by one under me. Looking down I saw a man balding a mustache on his upper lip.

“You coming down or do you plan on staying up there?” He asked. I nodded turning around climbing down. I heard someone move behind me making sure, I don’t fall as I got closer to the bottom.

“Thank you,” I say turning to him. “I didn’t think I’d ever get down. My name is ____.”

“Simon,” He shook my hand as I reached  it out to him. “Do you have a group?”

“I did, I don’t know if anyone else made it.” Frowning looking back, “A herd came out of no where.”

“Well, why don’t you come with us?” Simon asked,” I’m sure the boss man will like ya.”

“Okay, I mean I don’t have much to lose.” I follow them to trucks hoping into the back of one. Pulling into a large compound they began to unload the trucks. Simon hoped out of his truck talking on the radio.

“Stay right here, the boss is on his way.” Simon says leaving my standing by the truck. Looking at the fence line with walkers on chains.  Hearing feet on gravel, I turn behind me face to face with my old teacher.

“Sir,” My mouth hung open.

“Well, damn. ____” He smirks. Patting me on the back. “Nice to see you kid.”

“You too,” I smile he was still handsome, even more so now. As he stood before me in a leather coat, a bat hung over his shoulder.

“Well, let me give you a tour doll.” He states putting his arm around my shoulder guiding me through the double doors. I instantly blushed all my old lustful feelings returned. “Watch this,” He whispers. Softly walking towards the yellow railing. I follow him seeing everyone kneel when they noticed him. Strangely that made him even more attractive at least to me. He was talking to them, but I was watching his lips move. He turns to me whispering again,” You see that respect. They still on there knees?“ He smirks at me, before his voice rung out through the room again, “As you where.”  I follow him through the facility. He leads me to a very lavish room for this world. Sitting on the couch he pats the seat next to him. Taking the hint I sit next to him. He pours out two glasses of a liquor I’m not sure what kind. Handing me the drink.

“Oh, I don’t-” I start to say.

“Don’t drink? Have you ever even tried?” He looked at me. I shook my head,” Take a taste.” Placing the glass to my lips crinkling my nose at the smell slightly drinking a sip. I swallow it feeling the burn down my throat slightly coughing. He chuckles.

“Why do people like that?” I stick my tongue out.

“It grows on you,” He leans back sipping his. As I set mine on the table.

“This is strange,” Speaking out loud to myself.

“What is?” He ask raising a eyebrow.

“Sitting here with you, My teacher who is giving my booze.” turning my head smirking at him, “Don’t you agree?”

“When you put it like that, maybe.” He leaned forward setting his drink down. “But I think it’s enjoyable ____. I also think you enjoy it too.”

“Yeah, maybe.” I blush as he leaned closer to me. He pushes hair out of my face with his gloved hand. My stomach was doing flips I bit my lip. This can’t be happening.

“What’s that face?” He asked leaning in more. His voice softened the closer he got.

“I-” Unsure what to say,

“Lost for words?” He leaned in more grabbing my chin making me look at him. I was so close to him. His breath warming my face. My mouth opened slightly as I looked at him. I wanted to kiss him this was like a dream. I didn’t ever think I would ever be this close to him. Staring at his eyes hoping he would press his lips to mine, but he abruptly pulled away. Smiling at the disappointment on my face. “Well, ___. Here is how shit goes down here. You have a few choices, One work for points and pay your way, wish your were dead. Two work for me and live on the top of the world, and my personal favorite three be my wife live in luxury.”

“Your wife?” I stammer out.

“Yes, now you will not be the only one of course. I have others,” He leans on the back of his couch. I bite my lip.

“I don’t know.” Furrowing my brow. “I mean, you are a attractive man, but I want to contribute.”

“Contribute you will be to me,” He places his hand on his dick. My eye’s drifted down looking at his hand.

“To the whole compound I mean.” I say,”I will be a savoir.”

“Okay then,” He stands walking towards the door.”Let me show your room.”

“Wait,” I stand looking at him. He turns looking slightly to me.

“Well?” He asked clearly waiting for me to say something.

“I can still contribute to you.” I blurt out desperately. He turned fully to face a crooked smile came on his face.

“Then show me,” he grabs his dick again. Quickly closing the gap between us I kiss him roughly. He wrapped one arm around my back the other grabbed my ass. He pushed me slightly to the bed, following his lead until my legs hit the bed. He pushes me back onto it a smile on his face. “Lets see you darling.” He pulls my shirt off before unclasping my bra. He leaned down kissing my neck. His right hand massaging my breast his left ran over me through my jeans causing me to push into his hand. He trails kisses down my stomach. I feel him undo my jeans pulling the down with my underwear. “Damn your soaked.” I blush attempting to close my legs a little. “No, none of that.“ He pushed my legs apart slightly. He slid his finger over me rubbing my bundle of nerves, before sliding his finger in me. I yelp slightly, “Damn your tight.” I look at him he looks at his finger. “Hold on darling,” He looks up to me. Pulling his finger up showing me the blood on his finger. “Are you a virgin?” I nod not sure what to say. “Well, hot damn. Now I am even more turned on baby. I can’t wait to put my dick in there. Show what it feels like to be fucked.”  He said sliding his finger back in me. Soon his mouth was on me too. I moaned arching my back slightly.

“Oh fuck,” I tried to squirm but he wrapped both arms around my hips hold me closer to his face.  He pulled away leaning up to my face.

“Want a taste?” Before I can answer his mouth was on mine. I push his jacket off as he kissing me. Before I start on his belt, I could feel him rubbing himself on me. When finally he pulled away removing his shirt. I stared running  my hands up his body. It was better then I’ve ever dreamed. He pushes his pants off. Looking down to his length I licked my lips. He pulled me up off the bed pushing me to my knees. Taking the hint I take him into my mouth, not sure what to do I just did what I’ve seen on porn. He did not seem to mind as he grab the back of my head groaning. I look up to him slightly to see him staring at me.

“Fuck, Get up.” He says doing so not sure if I did something wrong. He pushes me back onto the bed. “I need you right now,” Negan grunts as he rubs himself into between my legs. He gently pushes into me and it hurts. I yelp softly, he pushes hair out of my face. “Relax baby, I’m trying to be gentle. You’re so tight and you feel so good.” After a few soft gentle thrusts I let out a soft moan and as if on cue he began going faster. “That’s it,” he groans as I begin to follow his pace with my hips. Soon he starts going harder as deep as he can go. Skin slapping echoed through the room followed by a scream from me.

“Negan!” he leans down kissing me. “Oh fuck Negan,” Into the kiss.

“That’s right,” He whispers into my ear.” Yell louder let the whole world know. I’m fucking your brains out.”

“Yes!” I groan as he hits the right spot everytime my body begin to get tense.

“What’s my name doll?” Still whispering in my ear.

“Negan,”I groan.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked.

“You, Negan oh fuck you.” Digging my hands into his back. He stops pulling away.

“You want me to make you cum?” He pulls out and thrusts back in with a thud pushing my whole body up on the bed.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes?” He ask repeating his thrust.

“Yes, Sir. Please Negan make me cum.” I beg, He starts again going agonizingly slow.

“All you have to do ask doll,” He rubs my cheek please with the agonized look on my face.

“Fuck me as hard and as fast as you, Please” I groan out. He slams into me so hard it hurt a little. He continued this until I felt myself surge with pleasure. “Negan!” He smirk still riding me through my orgasm. He continues  until he begins making grunts his face contoured into pleasure.

“I want to cum in you so bad,” He growls in my ear. “Just fill you up.”

“Negan,” I groan as he bite my neck.”Please don’t not inside of me.”

“Get on your knees.” He growls at me pulling out. I listen sliding off the bed. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” I obliged he grabs my hair and begins to fuck my mouth soon warm  salty liquid leaks from his member telling me he was about to burst. He pulls out of my mouth holding it open with his thumb.”Stay just like that,” He says rubbing himself until he cums it mostly landing in my mouth some onto my chest. “Damn ain’t that beautiful.” He looks at me a huge toothy smile plastered on his face. As I swallow licking my lips. “I’d say your a A plus student.”

“Well, That all has to do with the teacher.” I say taking my finger wiping cum off my chest and sucking on it.

“You keep that up will be on round two.” His mouth hung open watching me.

“I’d be down for that.” I giggle,” I think I’m hooked now. No getting rid of me.”

“Oh darling I won’t be getting rid of you anytime soon.” He helps me up pulling me into him kissing me softly.

“I even might have to take you up on that wife offer,” I tease pulling away putting me clothes back on.

“The door is open,” He pulls his pants on.

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Fireworks

Your Request @rinnyrinny : If it's not too much, can you do a fluffy (or dirty, not complaining 😂) hoseok scenario to watching fireworks together?

Pairing: Hoseok x You

Theme: 50/50 (Fluff x Smut)

Word Count: 2,556

Sandwiches? Check!

Chips? Check!

Drinks? Check!

Blankets?Check!

You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You’ve been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Hoseok. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Now and days, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can’t count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise Hobi because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not,  you wished he was more.

With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car. 

“No point in getting your hopes up…” You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call Hoseok and make sure everyone was ready.

*Ring*

*Hoseoks phone call.*

“Hello?” a groggily deep voice answered.

You face palm as you hear his voice knowing you’d once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.

“Hey Hobi!” you reply.

“Oh, baby, it’s you,” he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.

“I was just having a lovely dream about you.” he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.

“Y-you were?” you stutter out questioningly, “What about me?”

You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. “Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-”

“JUNG HOSEOK!” you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.

“Shit, What was I saying?” he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.

“N-Nothing! I-I’ll see y-you in a b-bit. I’m on m-my w-way! B-Bye!” You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head o the boys, praying that they were up.

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Hoseok lets out a soft groan as he rolls in his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, the mankae were up.

“Hobi-Hyung! Wake up! Wake up!”

“It’s almost noon~”

“Aren’t we going to see (Y/N)-Noona today?”

At that last statement, Hoseok shot out of his bed, inevitably falling face first on the wooden floor. How could he be so stupid?! He should’ve been up by now! You’d be there any moment and he hadn’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend was he! With that mentality, Hoseok runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever annoying mankae of the group. 

“Hobi-Hyung... You move so slow!” Jungkook teased “mimicking” Hoseok’s supposedly slow walking. 

“Shut up! I’m moving aren’t I?!” Hoseok replies kinda snarkily. 

Jungkook cackles and Hoseok shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually Hoseok locked the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that. 

As Hoseok rubs the soap lathered wash cloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes, but sighs in relief when he hears his hyung begin speaking. 

“You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake.” Suga states bluntly closing the door behind him. 

“What do you mean?” Hoseok questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly. 

“Do you not remember what you said to Y/N-ah?” Yoongi question with an almost audible smirk. 

“N-No,” Hoseok replies opening his eyes to look at Yoongi-hyung through the shower curtain, “What did I sa- AISH!” 

Suga laughs lightly as the soap from Hoseoks hair gets into his eyes. 

He shakes his head,”Lets just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn’t the best way to keep the friendship going.” 

Hoseok coughs loudly, “I DID WHAT?!” He screams. 

“Yea... Good luck covering that one up Hobi. There is no recovery from shit like that.” 

“Wow hyung thanks for the vote of confidence.” J-Hope responded sarcastically. 

“Eh, my pleasure,” Yoongi begins, “Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on.” 

Yoongi walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of J-Hope screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from the Maknae line.

Hoseok finishes his shower angrily. When he is finished rinsing his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.

His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice. 

“Y/N,” he calls out as he approaches his bedroom,”close your eyes.” 

“Why am I closing my ey-?” you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Hoseok in the doorway. 

You can’t help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs. 

J-Hope blushes darkly and as he fumble to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel. 

You yelp and drop your gaze as he struggles to rewrap it around his waist. You sit on his bed and look in every direction but him. He walks over to the dresser, the whole time sneaking small glimpses of you blushing. Finally, with a sigh, he walks over to you and leans down to speak to you. 

“Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn’t a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I’m also thinking about kissing you. I think I’m going to do that. If you don’t like it or want me to, then push me away.” Hoseok states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours. 

You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you! 

He gently licked your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. You opened your mouth and he happily slipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in deeper. You let out a quiet and light moan. As soon as you did he pulled away and looked you in the eyes. 

In one swift motion he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head. 

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes Hobi?” 

“Will you make my dream a reality?” 

“W-what?! Hoseok the boys are literally in the other room!”

“If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I’d be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick.” 

“HOBI!”

He chuckled, “C’mon baby, for me?” he prodded kissing your neck. 

You blushed darkly, “I-I’ll do it.” 

Hoseok smirked, “Good girl.” 

You blushed as he crawled off of you. You finally got a good look at his erection poking through the white towel. You stood up and grabbed his hips. You turned him so that he could sit on the bed. You removed his towel and somehow your blush darkened even more. He wrapped his hand in your hair and guided your head towards the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took the tip in. He let out a quiet and deep moan. He pushed your head down further around his length, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes moaning in pleasure. 

“You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy.” Hoseok said forcing his cock to the back of your throat. 

You gagged lightly and hummed around him. 

“Ah, shi-bal!” he groaned deeply. 

“Such a chang-nyeo, but still yeppeumnida nalangdo jol-la neoui a-ga-ri igeol joh-ahae.”  He mumbled out in between moans.

Listening to the Korean words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Jungkook walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Hoseoks length, Hoseok’s hand still wrapped in your hair, and Jungkook in the doorway mouth agape. 

He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Hobi’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you. 

“We were caught.” you mumble in slight defeat. 

He chuckles and snakes his hand inbetween your legs. He doesn’t waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you. 

“And based on how wet your are you liked it.” He replied thrusting his finger in and out. 

“H-hoseok!” You moan out loudly. 

This time he full on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.

“Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true.” he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed. 

You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you. 

“Hoseok I need more! Please!” you scream out in absolute pleasure and need. 

He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean. 

“Mashittda.” he compliments quietly. 

You blush and sit up, “H-hobi I think I should probably get cleaned up.” 

He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, “Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?” 

You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can’t help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. He walks over to his dresser once more and grabs a pair of spandex shorts. 

“I don’t have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!” He says smiling and handing them to you. 

You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly. 

“Hey I think I’m in love with you.” 

“You better be, because I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom. 

As the two of you stepped in the living room Yoongi smirked and Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. It was Jin that broke the silence with a loud laugh. 

“Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!” Jin said shaking his head, still chuckling. 

You blushed darkly, “Shut up!”

This caused Jin to laugh harder. Taehyung looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked. 

“Was that you two having sex?!” He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone. 

Him yelling this out made Yoongi and Namjoon lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Taehyung looked beyond shook. 

“What the fuck hyung?!” Tae exclaimed. Hoseok only smiled. 

“It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud!” Jimin said teasingly. This called Hoseok to smile even brighter. 

“You guys stop talking about it!! I’m gonna have the image of Y/N attached to hyung by the dick for months!” Jungkook whined rubbing his eyes aggressively. 

 “Shut up Jungkook! You just wish it were you! Now will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!” You exclaim, embarrassed.

Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing,or in Kookies case grumbling about the image in his brain. 

After about 30 minutes of driving you all made it to a small secluded area within the near by park. With everyone's help everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually you unpacked the football and you and Namjoon watch the boys play. 

“Y/N I’m glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom.” Namjoon said smugly. 

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “I’m happy we are finally together too.”

As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks. 

“Alright boys! Who’s ready for the Bangtan Firework Extravaganza?!” You jeered. 

The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Jin was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Hoseok, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks. 

As everyone sits in silent and content awe Namjoon speaks, “Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that's life." 

After a moment Yoongi says, “I think I like the way life has become.” 

Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn’t just a moment, this was a story for the future. 

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shi-bal means Ah fuck/Ah shit

chang-nyeo means slut/whore

yeppeumnida means beautiful.

nalangdo jol-la neoui a-ga-ri igeol joh-ahae means even with me fucking your mouth like this.

Mashittda means tastes delicious/taste wonderful

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This writing is a collaboration between Senpai and I. We hope you enjoy! 

-Daddy